Beau headcanons...Penny for your thoughts? I lovelovelove seeing Beau appreciation!!
omg i have so many thoughts about beau!!! im so glad u asked i wasnt sure if i was gonna write on this blog or just curate lol!! also im so glad im finding so many fellow beau lovers (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)
°˖➴beau is such a gentleman, he can't help it. he's southern and his mama raised him right. all of that seeps into your relationship with him, not that you're complaining at all.
°˖➴he'll randomly buy you flowers, to make up for his long nights at the station, or just because he saw them and they made him think of you.
°˖➴beau's the kind of guy to love kissing you. not just on the lips. he'll kiss your forehead when you're having a bad day, he'll kiss your cheek when you're cuddled on the couch watching a movie, he loves walking up behind you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, especially if you're wearing a dress or a tank top that exposes your shoulder.
(can you tell i crave affection that doesn't come with the expectation of it going any further...)
°˖➴he loves it when you cook for him, but if he gets even the slightest idea that you're too tired he's immediately ordering from your favourite place and making you relax for the rest of the night.
°˖➴he remembers all of the little things about you because it's just as important to him as it is to you. he wants to be able to provide for you, to him that means knowing your favourite brand of candy, what scents give you a headache, and so many more.
°˖➴any time he sees a cute animal, a dog while on a case, a bird outside his office window, a squirrel at a crime scene, he immediately takes a picture and sends it to you. he likes sharing the good parts of the world with you.
°˖➴without saying anything he starts keeping stuff for you in his truck. lip balm, pads and tampons, bandaids, nail clippers. anything he can think of that you would need.
°˖➴he insists on paying for almost everything. if you need to buy groceries he'll leave his card for you, if you need gas he'll drive your car and fill it up himself, if you two go out to dinner he's covering the bill without even blinking. he wants you to spend money on the things that make you happy, not on necessities.
°˖➴when he doesn't have to be at the station early he loves getting to lie in bed with you. just holding you close, listening to you breathe, neither of you really needing to talk. it's his favourite thing in the world, those quiet moments.
°˖➴he loves providing for you because, whether you know it or not, you've been providing for him. you make him feel so safe and loved just by sticking with him through the long nights, the stress, the exhaustion, and all the pressure that comes with being sheriff. he knows he'd do anything for you because you just make him so damn happy.
let me know if you guys liked this i might do more!! idk (˶˃𐃷˂˶) beau is just so cute i love him
Warnings / content: toxic relationships, time skips, lore-adjacent, kitsune!reader
friends to enemies to lovers, angst w happy ending
Summary: The Prototype’s Familiar, a puppet infused with yokai energy, is created for the sole (hypothetical) purpose of serving him should he ever wake. This is the journey between the Kitsune and all personas of the one first known as Kunikuzushi.
A/N: it’s been like three years since I posted anything on here…what’s up y’all
Two women stand by a large sakura tree, quietly watching as the branches sway in the breeze.
The one with fox ears speaks up first.
“Prototype or not, if you’re going to let the thing loose shouldn’t you at least make him a servant? Familiar, perhaps?”
“Miko…”
“Of course it’s completely your decision, Almighty Shogun.” The fox-woman says. “But if he were to wake up on his own…who knows who or what could find him.”
“I hate it when you call me that” The other woman’s face is like stone. Emotionless to everyone except the vixen in front of her.
“Hmm? But it is your title, is it not?”
“Yes but for you to address me in such a manner is…” The Shogun’s words are spoken softly.
Nevertheless her partner’s fox ears twitch.
“Oh? Are you blushing?” She asks.
“Enough. I see your point.” The Shogun acquiesces.
“You always do, Ei.” Miko smiles.
A kitsune created for the sole purpose of serving the Shogun’s very first puppet. Created not from the same white wood tree as he but something otherworldly and supposedly forgotten.
They were laid to rest in the Shakkei Pavilion, on the off chance that if he were to wake, he’d have someone to accompany him.
I loved your Beau headcanons! Do you have any smutty ones? 🏃♀️
thank u so much hehe!! i had so much fun making the last batch!! now its time for the exciting ones ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)
(mdni pls)
°˖➴beau is so sweet about sex, he doesn't view it as his right or anything. he's the kind of guy that will make a move and immediately back off if you're not feeling it. consent is sexy and beau is the sexiest.
°˖➴he's so hot about it though. you'll be standing at the kitchen counter or something and he'll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and just breath in the scent of your hair.
°˖➴he love love loves kissing you, he'll brush away your hair and start pressing these hot, but feather light kisses to your neck. he loves it when he sees goosebumps start to appear.
°˖➴he loves grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. he'll just pick you up and take you to bed. it's almost effortless because it doesn't matter how much you weigh that man is determined to be able to pick you up.
°˖➴he's not super loud but that doesn't mean he's silent. he'll be so deep inside of you, his face pressed into the crook of your neck and he's making these low grunts like, "fuck.. ngh.. sweetheart, feels so good.."
°˖➴he's big, not uncomfortably so but enough that he has to prep you every single time no exceptions. he doesn't mind though, that's his favourite part. he loves seeing you fall apart on his fingers and tongue.
°˖➴what can i say the man's a giver. being a provider is just so engrained in him, he can't cum unless you do too.
°˖➴he loves missionary, doggy, and cow girl. he's a classic guy, he's not super adventurous with sex because he knows what he likes and he knows how to make you feel good. unless you express a need for something new he won't explore.
°˖➴ok he loves missionary because he loves get to see you, to see every little twitch on your face as he pushes himself in deeper and deeper. he loves watching you gasp and writhe under him.
°˖➴with doggy he loves getting to go a little crazy. after a hard day of being sheriff sometimes he just wants to let go. he's never too rough with you, beau isn't into sadism at all, but sometimes he just needs to fuck it out.
°˖➴with cow girl he loves getting to see you on top, the way your tits bounce. he loves it even more when he has to coach you through it. you're getting tired, your movements more sloppy. he grabs your hips and starts helping you move up and down. his grip is tight, he can't look away as he murmurs, "ah.. that's it.. go on, honey. you can do it f'me.. takin' me so well.."
°˖➴afterwards beau is really big on aftercare. he'll get a wet cloth to clean you up. give you his shirt so you don't get cold. he always makes sure you go pee and drink some water after. his favourite time is when you're both too tired and you just lay there, post bliss smiles on your faces.
guys ive never uploaded my smut b4 its always been just for me.. what do we think???
Genshin Characters as the Weird Shit that Happens at my Work
(I work at a roller rink/ family entertainment)
Got their head stuck in a claw machine because they were out of money but absolutely needed that prize: klee, bennett, ITTO, kirara
On the jungle gym despite being a grown ass man literally on a business call: childe, heizou, wriothesley, venti
Complained about the structure of the building as though I created the shit: KAVEH, dori , ninguang
Asked for a refund when they never paid for anything: zhongli, fischl, furina
Had to be escorted off the rink after collapsing drunk on their ass: beidou, kaveh, VENTI
Loudly complained about his life with the bartender to a point that he hid in the back until they were gone: KAAAVEH, venti, kaeya
brought a knife in and had the audacity to act shocked that the police arrived: CHILDE, rosaria, xiao
Bragged about their VIOLENT charges across the entire state that somehow went unnoticed yet was a manager for several months????: childe, eula, wanderer
Had a break down over the rubber duck machine: furina, razor, diona
Let out the most god awful fart and blamed it on the kid next to him: HEIZOU, venti, ITTO
Dressed up as Jesus and went out on the roller rink: barbara, venti, nilou
Somehow managed to stuff the mini trash cans into the toilets?: xingqiu, klee
Accidentally broke the door off a locker: raiden shogun, itto, bennett
Gave the nicest smile before obliterating the party room: xiangling, zhongli, kaeya, YAE MIKO, ayato, ayaka
Wanted to know when the “rat guy” is coming: qiqi, albedo, lyney & lynette, xiao
Bitched about their mom when she was right behind them: wanderer
STOLE $400 WORTH OF POKÉMON CARDS????: cyno
Skated with a fucking lizard on his shoulder: tighnari, wriosthesley, baizhu, razor
Got in trouble with another mom for laughing when her kid ate shit: yae miko, hu tao, deyha, heizou *The Mom: jean, nahida, candace
Took a nap behind the front counter: LAYLA, lisa, kokomi, sayu
Decided this was a great place to read: xingqiu, kazuha, alhaitham, neuvillette, yanfei
*Pissed that it was too loud to read: Alhaitham (forgot his headphones) xingqiu, yanfei
Went on a sugar high that can only be described as traumatic: chongyun, furina, klee, raiden shogun, shenhe
Took a nap upstairs despite the fact we were literally robbed an hour ago: lisa, sayu, layla, albedo, wriothesley, yelan
Randomly on the roof after closing and noticed our dumpster was on fire?: XIAO, nahida, diluc, rosaria, freminet
Sang the entire high school musical discography while we cleaned the restrooms: BARBARA, amber, yoimiya, noelle, xingyan
Joked about a customer meeting god up close and personal if he slips on the rink: hu tao, rosaria
Asked for spare change while the fire alarm went off and we were evacuating: albedo, mona, alhaitham
*The one who pulled the fire alarm: wanderer, childe, klee
Took one hit of a vape and just about croaked: baizhu, mona, yunjin
Cracked their head open and tried to skate the next day: itto, childe, dehya
Gave all the employees sparkly stickers: yao yao, kokomi, nilou, nahida
Summary: Even though the two of you are just friends, you secretly can’t stand when Dazai goes off to flirt with other women. Things change for Dazai when the tables are turned.
A/N: Yeah it was only supposed to be two parts but… 🫠 I am going to go ahead and post this despite not checking it over, I’ll wait till later.
“What if we changed that?”
The fork in your hand slips out from your grasp and onto the plate, some syrup making its way over your work shirt and hair.
You could not have heard that right. You stare at Dazai with a bewildered expression, irritated that once again his face is void of any hint of emotion. The silence stretches for a moment before it is broken by the same person who started it.
“Just kidding!”
Your stomach drops.
The brunet jeers and sits back in his chair, hand running through his hair. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!”
You feel yourself trembling in utter disgust, watching the man put on another mask. He chuckles for a few seconds until he decides to make eye contact with you.
A very big mistake on both parties.
“What?” You whisper softly. “Why would you make a joke about that?”
It was obvious that he didn’t expect you to question it. “O-oh come on, bella! You know this is how I usually make conversation,” he shakily replies, “it’s who I am!” You begin to grab your things, standing up and looking at him dead in the eye.
His mask crumbles.
“I do know that,” you say slowly, “that’s why I refuse to entertain this any more.” You see another waitress starting to approach your table and withhold the urge to smirk. “How about you entertain that waitress over there coming this way when she gives you the check instead?”
You turn away from him and walk to the door, ignoring any half-hearted attempts of your name coming from Dazai’s mouth. You’re done. To rub salt into the wound you make sure to grab the earlier waiter’s shoulder, leaning towards his ear and saying goodbye to him and that the food was delicious. You swear you can hear something crack.
You take out your phone and call Kunikida, saying you feel ill from lunch and that you plan on working from home the rest of today and tomorrow.
“Very well, rest up. It doesn’t surprise me that the place Dazai picked just so happened to serve food-poisoning as a lunch special.” He scoffs and you say your goodbye’s, biting your inner cheek and going straight home.
A perk about your tiny little apartment? It’s not the shared complex the ADA offers its employees. You won’t run into anyone on your way there.
You slam your door open, no longer feeling the need to hold back. Shoes fly and papers fall as you crash onto the couch. You do nothing but lie face-down, breathing harshly as you try to get a hold of yourself. Reality settles in along with confusion. What made you snap just then? What was the straw that broke the camel’s back? Dazai was right, he did crack jokes like that all the time, so why did this time feel so different?
You slowly piece all the little things that happened at the diner together. From the start with him inviting you to somewhere outside the café, to the waiter showing interest, to his strange attitude, to the personality flip at the end.
Ah.
Yeah, you figure it out— it didn’t exactly require critical-thinking skills. He was— at the very least a little, serious in regards to the waiter setting him off. You’ve never seen him with such a dark expression outside of difficult missions, even then they’d only last a second before he’d shift his face into something more neutral.
Which means he was being possessive, despite the fact that the both of you weren’t dating.
And so you conclude that he was genuine with his question right before the switch-up. Problem is, he was scared, scared of himself and scared of you. The thought of being together with him is a contradicting feeling; you feel like you’re in a light daze floating on a cloud but with a bowling ball inside your stomach. You imagine Dazai feels something similar.
You don’t know much of Dazai’s past but you do know it was gruesome. Agonizing. Terrifying. So while this situation troubles you immensely, you know that whatever he is feeling now is ten-times more intense.
That being said, it’s not like you plan on letting him off the hook. If he wanted your friendship back he would have to work for by himself to fix it.
Your phone starts to ring and you groan at the thought of it being Dazai, only to be surprised at Atsushi’s name on the screen.
“Hello?” You answer the call.
“Oh, Y-Y/N! I didn’t think you’d answer,” he sounds surprised, “Kunikida said you felt really bad after eating lunch with Dazai.”
You try to make yourself sound sick, changing your voice to be low and croaky as though you’d just chugged a shit ton of alcohol. “Yeah…I f-feel terrible,” you lie.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Atsushi says sincerely, “I just wanted to ask you a quick question and then I’ll let you go— I promise,” he tells you. You think it is work-related and tell him that he could go ahead and ask, not expecting him to ask about another employee.
“It’s Dazai” he starts, “when he came back from lunch he seemed a little…off. He didn’t look sick though? I was just wondering if something else happened at the diner that made him upset, he’s actually doing his work and its scaring me Y/N.”
You barely manage to hold back a laugh at that last part and instead stutter out, “Well, did you ask him? He seemed fine to me.”
“I didn’t ask him,” the weretiger admits. “He’s giving off a such a murderous aura it could rival Akutagawa’s, in all honesty.” Yikes. “Oh, before I forget!” He chirps, “Kunikida told me your address so I can bring you some medicine and stuff from the agency. Is that okay?” He asks.
You see no harm in him dropping stuff off at your house, though you do feel bad about the agency spending money on you when you weren’t actually sick. “Sure, I’d really appreciate it. Please tell everyone I said thank you.” You say.
You hear some shuffling in the background, papers rustling and what you guess is a chair screeching backwards. “Oh fuck he’s coming, I’ll- uh, see you later? After work?” He panics and the line goes dead.
Who was coming? You shrug it off and suspect it to be Kunikida throwing a chair at Dazai for sleeping on the job….except Atsushi said he was actually working.
You shudder at the thought of an angry Dazai throwing shit around the office but quickly rationalize that even though Dazai can act immature, he would not physically cause harm to anyone of the ADA.
You think. Probably.
You get off the couch and stumble to the kitchen to fetch yourself some water, head hurting from today’s earlier events. You chug a glass down and see your Marigolds on the window sill infront of you, looking a little worse for wear.
—————
“Y/N! I have a surprise for you!” Dazai sing-songs as he pulls another one of his famous, unnecessary, antics. You turn to him just in time to have flowers shoved in your face, the urge to sneeze violently upon you. You take the bouquet from his hands and lean away to take a good look at the flowers. “Are these Mar-“
“Marigolds, my beauty! Unfortunately, for some reason…none of the flower shops around here sell any belladonna,” he sounds very disappointed and pouts as Kunikida makes a snide comment about how terrible that must be.
“They’re gorgeous but do you even know what Marigolds symbolize?” You ask him. He puts a hand on his chin and pretends to think.
“Don’t care!” He suddenly shouts, “I’ll make it symbolize whatever I want since I’m the one who bought it!”
“You mean you picked them because they were the cheapest flowers in there,” Ranpo points out and the office roars with laughter, you included.
“Either way, I appreciate it.” You’d later tell Dazai.
—————
You give the plants some more water, knowing that they, as all picked-flowers, don’t have much time left. You let out a sigh before leaving the marigolds and head back to the sofa, planning on taking a cat nap until Atsushi rings the doorbell.
It’s dark out when you wake up from your snooze, a constant sound of knocking echoing around the room. You sit up in a huff and quickly make your way over, moody from your interrupted sleep.
You throw the door open, “Atsushi, for fuck’s sake! Stop it already-“
Outside the door isn’t the young weretiger, but instead a tall man with his thin, bandaged hands in his pockets and bangs covering the majority of his face.
Warnings/content: jealousy, unwanted flirting, slight possessiveness (more so in pt.II)
angst & fluff, around 1.5K
Summary: Even though the two of you are just friends, you secretly can’t stand when Dazai goes off to flirt with other women. Things change for Dazai when the tables are turned.
A/N: It’s currently 6AM and I’ve been writing this for almost two hours, once I get some sleep I shall be back to reread this and fix any mistakes made!
Yokohama streets are quiet this early morning, nothing save for birds chirping and the sound of a nearby river. Of course, it only takes a couple of hours for that to change.
By 9AM, those same streets are flooded with all sorts of people; you no longer can hear nature’s beautiful music, just constant chatter and car horns. You don’t dwell on it, you needed to head inside the building anyway.
“Ah! Good morning, my beloved belladonna!” A lanky man with bandages adorning his arms and neck greets.
“Dazai, is belladonna the only poisonous plant you know? You could at least stand to be a little more creative than that.” You reply with a raised eyebrow, bypassing any sort of ‘hello’ in return.
“Of course not! Deadly nightshade is also a lovely toxic plant.” He smiles proudly.
“…Dazai. Deadly nightshade and belladonna are the same plant,” you deadpan.
“Nuh-uh.”
“Uh-huh.”
Within about five seconds, the brunet’s eyes widen with horror.
“W-What… Kunikida is this true?!” He latches onto Kunikida like a leech, his arms flailing around the blond man much to the other’s exasperation.
You know better than to think Dazai was serious about not knowing the plants were the exact same, he has tried to off himself way too many times to NOT do some research on whatever he felt like putting into his body.
“Last time I checked, I’m not a botanist!” Kunikida snapped, practically throwing Dazai off of him and onto the hard floor.
“Maybe Dr. Yosano knows something about that! She’s had to work with poisons before, right?” Atsushi says shyly. The three of you don’t even bother to try and hide your wincing.
“To ask her something like that would just result in Yosano using you for experiments,” Ranpo says matter-of-factly, sucking on his blue lollipop obnoxiously loud. Everyone hums out their own distinct way of agreement and it’s not long before all of the detectives head back to their assigned desks.
Of course, save for Dazai.
“Well then, my lovely nightshade,” he starts with bony hands wrapping around your own, “would you do the honor of accompanying me to lunch today?”
You pretend to give it some thought, your pointer finger resting on your chin. You perk up to reply, “Oh! So I can have the privilege of paying for your broke ass?”
“Precisely!” He shouts.
“Dazai!” Kunikida reprimands without looking away from his computer. “Get back to work!”
The man responded with an over dramatic groan. “I guess I’ll just have to use my manly charm to sway the waitress again,” he sulks and you can’t hold back a scoff.
“It would not surprise me one bit if that woman snaps one day and just straight-up kills you,” you say.
“Ah, killing two birds with one stone! I cease to exist and I don’t have to pay her any money!” He grins. You grunt and shake your head in disbelief before focusing your attention on the computer screen in front of you. As entertaining as Dazai can be your work needs to come first, and good God was there a lot of it.
Yes; that’s what caused the twinge in your chest, knowing that you had a lot of work to finish today.
It had nothing to do with the idea of Dazai flirting with someone else.
Lunch break comes sooner than later, Ranpo being the first to dash out of the office and run to the cotton candy stand he saw outside the building this morning to buy more of it.
You glance over at Dazai and see him examining his own hand, asking Atsushi how should he approach the waitress.
“Um, I don’t know sir. Y/N is right, you should probably actually pay this time,” the young adult mutters.
Dazai throws his hands in the air and sighs loudly, going off on a tangent about his lack of money then quickly switching to women. At that time you immediately stand up and dart out of the room.
Because fuck that.
You didn’t hate that waitress, if anything she was your favorite. It’s Dazai’s nonsense flirting that you hate. It’s bothersome. It’s tiring. It’s a lot of things, really. You walk into the elevator and press the button for the first floor, unaware of someone else stepping in until the doors close and his reflection shows.
Oh, goddammit.
“What’s the rush, Y/N?” He asks nonchalantly, as though he didn’t just see your fist clenched and cheeks puffed.
“Uhh…” you look at everything but him, trying to think of an excuse. “I was hungry.”
You were hungry? Really? That’s the best you could do?
He hums in understanding but it’s about as fake as your answer. “Why don’t we grab lunch together, then?” He holds his hand up as you open your mouth to decline. “Not at the Café; somewhere else,” He rushes out.
You don’t hide your confusion as you turn to look at him properly. He wanted to go somewhere else? With you? As exciting as it sounds, you refuse to get your hopes up and try your hardest to keep composure. “Where would we go, then?” You say, indifferently.
Dazai’s lips twinge into a small smile.
A couple of blocks away from the agency sits a tiny little diner, plants of a wide variety sitting on the windowsills and a sign with chipped white paint. You decide to let your mask slip.
“I have lived here all my life, how come I’ve never seen this place before?” You ask aloud, not exactly expecting an answer.
“Ah, it’s in one of the weirder spots of the city.” Dazai explains, “apparently it has been in business for about ten years now but I didn’t even know about it until several months ago. They have an all-day breakfast, too.”
You turn your head to him in awe, you didn’t even know that he knew of other restaurants in the city since he frequents the café so often— though now you guess it’s just for convenience’s sake.
“So…” Dazai shifts back and forth on his heels, “are we going to stand outside and stare at it like a couple of weirdos or are we going in?” He quips.
You snicker and tell him that you’d like to go inside.
You both are greeted by an attractive man around his late 20’s. He throws a bright grin your way and you politely smile back. He is very handsome to say the least but unfortunately, your heart is stuck on the weird, womanizing rejected-mummy beside you.
“Hello, welcome!” He smiles, making sure to look at you just a little bit more than Dazai. You don’t know if you’re flattered or just happy that there’s finally a person who doesn’t try to hide his emotions.
“Table for two?” He asks.
“Yes-“
“Yes.”
You look over at Dazai in shock as you pick up on his change of tone. That was a lot darker than it needed to be.
You can tell the waiter noticed but ignored it completely, leading the way to your designated table.
He hands over a menu to Dazai swiftly before turning towards you, sliding a menu into your hand gently, almost obnoxiously. You resist the urge to twist your face at him.
There’s a tiny grunt across the table but it goes unnoticed, the waiter saying he would be back in a few minutes to take your order.
You look through the menu and your eyes spot a picture of stacked blueberry pancakes with whipped cream on top. “I think I’m going to get the-“
You cut yourself off as you glance up at your coworker, who is still glaring at that exact waiter even though he is ways away from your table now.
“Dazai?” You ask gently but he doesn’t seem to budge. You repeat his name and tap his right hand, to which he immediately jerks back to you. “Y-Yes, bella?” He just about squeaks and if it were any other point in time, you’d probably burst out laughing.
You smile and ask if everything is okay and he nods his head vigorously. “Just…deciding what to order,” he mumbles. You know that was a lie but let it go, you’d be lying too if you said you didn’t like the way ‘this’ Dazai acted around you.
It’s almost as if he was… jealous.
You make small talk with him as the two of you wait for your food, something you haven’t felt the need to do in a long time. Any question you ask he replies in an appropriate manner but his head just seems to be somewhere else.
When the waiter returns to the table he sets down the food and drinks. “Please enjoy your meal,” he says, then you notice he stays a little longer than necessary. “Um, excuse me but…?” He trails off but you can feel his eyes on you. You look up at him.
“You may want to look at the napkin I just laid beside you,” he winks.
You are about to stutter out a reply when Dazai violently snatches the napkin off the table. Whatever is written on it is facing him so you can’t see it but it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.
Your jaw drops as he rips the napkin in two, pausing for a brief moment, only to continue to tear at the paper.
Jealous or just irritated that he can’t go out for a nice lunch with a coworker, one thing is certain; Dazai is fed up.
He balls the torn pieces together and deposits it into the now-terrified waiter’s hand.
“They aren’t interested, I’m afraid.” He grins as though he was just having a light conversation with the man, talking about the weather.
The man quakes with fear before making a beeline to the kitchen. You stare at the kitchen door for a few seconds before slowly turning back to face the person in front of you.
Dazai looks…tired.
“What…” you don’t even know how to start the conversation.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes and suddenly finds a scratch on the table to be very interesting, picking at it with his fingernails. “Something was off about him.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Was it the puke-green bow tie or the fact that he was flirting with me?” You snark at him before thinking better of it, immediately throwing a hand over your mouth.
Dazai snaps his head up, saying nothing and just looking at you. His silence unsettles you tremendously; his face is completely blank. He takes in a deep breath, then sighs. He rests his chin in his hands before speaking.
“The flirting. Now I understand why you get so mad at me when I joke about the waitress,” he lets out a dark chuckle.
“Mad? No, why would I be?…I-It’s not like we’re a couple or anything,” you stutter out, thoughts too jumbled to complete an actual sentence properly. He frowns.
Weird occurrences continue to happen at Kimetsu Academy, without any hints of it stopping anytime soon. It won’t be long before students and parents start to file complaints for an “unsafe learning environment”.
