“JUNE 17, 2012 — OHA ASA’S PREDICTION OF THE DAY: TODAY’S LUCKY ITEM.. IS THE PERSON YOU’RE INTERESTED IN THE MOST!”
Shintaro almost choked on his tea while he ate his soba in his apartment. The surprise in his eyes dimmed, replaced with his familiar seriousness—a low grunt escaped his lips.
The person he’s interested in the most? Oha Asa has never suggested a live, human being before. But he knew never to question its predictions.
He can feel his ears getting hot when a certain someone suddenly pops up in his mind. His grip on his chopsticks tightened, while he adjusts his glasses perched on his nose with his fingers.
He thinks about his seatmate, you.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
You’re still asleep—you were actually planning to stay in and not go to school. Then you wake up when you hear the ringtone of your phone, making you groan.
It is Shintaro. You should check your phone before answering it.
“Shintaro, do you need something?” you mumbled with a raspy voice, it sent tingles over his ear.
Midorima noticed the tone of your voice and huffed. “Have you just woken up?”
“Yeah, I don’t plan to go today.”
He halted tying his shoes, making his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Midorima sighed, “It is unbecoming of a student to slack off.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what reason do you have to slack off?”
You smirked lazily over the phone, “I think I’m having a slight fever… are you going to take care of me?”
He scoffed on the phone. “As if.”
You nuzzle into your pillow, groaning. “Will you please just tell me why you’re calling me at this early hour?” You can feel your eyes growing heavy and droopy; you are already loosening your grip around your phone.
Midorima became quiet. He bit his lower lip, overthinking. He didn’t want to be too straightforward and just casually say it like nothing.
Who cares? It’s not like he is asking you out on a date. He only needs someone to be his lucky item—a person of his interest. You are one of his acquaintances that happen to be not boring like the others.
“Takao wants you to watch our match.”
What did he say?
You blinked your sleep away, dazed. You were confused and flabbergasted because why on earth would Takao want you to watch their match? You’re not even close to him.
And why is Shintaro the one telling you?
“Why can’t he tell me himself?”
The call ended abruptly, making you scoff at the audacity. You look at your phone in disbelief, before sitting up to curse him out.
“This guy—!”
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
“Shintaroooo!”
You run quickly towards him and shout out to him with a worried voice, obviously panicking while holding out your unanswered assignment in front of his face. Tears are streaming down your cheeks.
“Please help me!” You shake his shoulders in panic. “I forgot to do my math homework! I’ve fallen asleep after I binge-watched Coffee Prince. I don’t want to fail, please! I want to keep being an honor student—”
Midorima trembles in annoyance within your reach before cutting you off with his finger pressed to your lips. “Will you calm down?! Your voice can reach all the way through the rooftop!”
“B-But my grade—!”
“Stop being dramatic. A tardy submission will not automatically make you fail; our teacher will only give you a deduction.”
“Every point matters, Shin-chan!”
“Don’t call me that!”
You pout before complying. Immediately scooting your chair closer to his seat with a pleading face. “But you’ll help me, right?”
You are too close.
You bat your eyelashes prettily, trying to persuade him. Shintaro’s breath hitched when he feels your face only few centimeters away from him.
He is only met with a bright smile before he is ‘forced’ to help you with your homework—downright snatching it from your hands.
Midorima ignores the fluttering in his heart when his fingers brush against yours.
Why can’t he find himself to resist?
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
Takao watches his usual stoic, self-absorbent teammate act unusually. He narrows his eyes at the sight of Midorima mistakenly wrapping his fingers twice—he was unfocused, and it was obvious that something was weighing on his mind.
“Shin-chan, are you alright?” There is no way he is actually nervous about going against Kaijo, right?
Takao was only met with a silent glare from his friend, making him blink in confusion.
Shintaro instantly denied his claim, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I can see your fingers getting suffocated from up here,” Takao points out with a very concerned look on his face. He gasps so dramatically, like a thunder of realization flashes down in the locker room. “And… are my eyes playing tricks on me?!”
Midorima only looks at him like he has grown two heads.
“I’m not seeing you wiping your teddy bear—or what should it be today, a ceramic vase? A shoelace? That small acorn you asked me to steal from your neighbor’s garden?” Takao points out in surprise, because it was very unusual for him to not have his lucky item. “I’m seeing zero of those today. Is my Shin-chan okay?!”
Otsubo gives Midorima a worrying look. Is the world ending for him?
His teammates snickered at the sight, their coach letting out a tired sigh.
Midorima hears the ping on his phone, seeing your message that you have already arrived at the gymnasium. He does not back down at the teasing of his teammates without an answer—partnered with a scowl. “My lucky item is here.”
“What..? Did you seriously have it delivered here and at this hour?!”
If you look deep into his expression, you could see the red flush blooming on his cheeks, wanting to maintain his composure and give all of his teammates the meanest glare that he can muster. “My luck doesn’t require an exposure to all of you.”
Never in Takao’s life has he heard such a bullshit excuse.
“Are you saying it’s spiritual today? Can that stay permane—?” He was shut up by a kick on his ass.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
海常 KAIJO 秀徳 SHUTOKU
30 - 49
You’re in the bleachers, eyes never taking off the match. Excitement and nervousness fill your body—your leg bouncing up and down in your seat while you stare at the team of your school.
Your gaze landed on the four-eyed shooting guard. Pride swells in your heart every time he shoots a three-pointer. You never fail to show your enthusiasm whenever the whole team scores—especially him.
“LET’S GO, SHUTOKU!” You cheer loudly and proudly, and some of the audience thinks you were the leader of the cheerleader team.
Midorima hears your voice and still keeps his attention to his opponent. For some reason, he can feel the hot rush of blood pumping even more all over his body, passing through his teammates before lifting his arms to shoot a 3-pointer.
30 - 52
“Oh yes, Shintaro! That’s my guy!”
The audience cheer loudly with you—but your words can be heard all throughout the gymnasium. People who are close to you whisper in curiosity at your boldness, while others agree with you.
“You’re so amazing, Shintaro!” you shouted again with a bright grin.
Shintaro flinches, and his heart began to beat irrationally. He only lets out a ‘hmph’, not wanting to show his teammates the effect you have on him.
“You have quite the cheerleader, Midorimacchi,” Kise remarks teasingly, his eye focusing on the ball dribbling by the hand of his opponent. “I’m jealous.”
“Really? That’s coming from you?” Midorima comments snarkily at the hypocrisy of the blonde’s statement.
Takao who is getting screened by one of Kise’s teammates, quickly takes a glance at the bleachers to see you, his classmate who would rather be in an arcade than watch a basketball match.
Though their team is leading the game, he knew something was off with Shintaro’s performance today.
Like he can’t give his all yet.
Then his gaze falls on his friend, someone who is too silent—his hawk-eye didn’t miss the fidgety, uncertainty in his body language turned into relaxation on Shintaro’s face.
As if everything’s fine already.
He connects the two and stifles his laughter at his silent realization.
So that’s your lucky charm, Shin-chan.
“I’m so flattered! He made the basket because of my cheer, right?!” You said to a random stranger, who doesn’t know what to do with the question but agrees.
The match ended with Shutoku winning, and you jumped in your seat happily. You wanted to do nothing but congratulate them—you came down to the court excitedly, only standing by the side while you watched them catch their breath.
Shintaro sees you by the side, who only offers you an arrogant huff seeing the joy on your face. He sees you running towards him, holding a bottle of water and a clean towel (you stole it from their coach).
“Shintaroooooo!”
You engulfed him in your arms, not caring that he was sweaty. Unfortunately, he does not feel the same way—grimacing when he feels his sweaty skin touching your clothes. “You were so amazing out there!”
“Stop hugging me! This is literally so disgusting?!” He tries to distance himself from your grip; somehow, you’re stronger.
“I don’t care, Shin-chan! I’m just so happy for you!” You show him your widest and brightest grin, flustering Shintaro at your compliments. He yelps when he feels you slapping his back repeatedly. “You’re just like me!”
“What part of you exactly screams skilled?!” He was met with a harsher slap on the back, making him bite his tongue accidentally.
“That hurts!”
“ :D ”
Midorima grumbles and stops you by gripping your whole head with his hand. He glares down at you—the lack of anger in his voice tempting you to tease him further. “Hey.”
“Let me treat you out for dinner! All of you!” You have to crane your neck up to pinch his cheeks hard; the cuteness aggression in you awakens. “Awh, you’re just so adorable!”
“Shut up!”
Otsubo and Takao watch the interaction with a sweatdrop. The captain complains, “Do they really to have flirt here?”
“Can you really call that flirting?” Takao murmured uneasily. And it seems like his friend had heard him with how quick his head snaps towards him.
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
“Say ah!”
You hold out the tip of your chopsticks with tempura in between in front of Shintaro’s mouth. He was trembling in humiliation at what you were doing.
“I don’t need you to feed me!” he turns his head away, making you sigh.
You are left with no choice but to force it down his throat, making him gag and grip your wrist to live. “Mmm! You are welcome, Shin-chan!”
You ignore his attempt to bicker with you as you happily eat down your food. Takao cannot stop laughing with tears, because watching you two has always been his entertainment.
“Hey, Takao. Is it true that you wanted me to be on your match?” You dodged Shintaro’s hand from silencing your voice. “You could have texted me, you know?”
Takao blinked before looking at Shintaro with a knowing smirk. “Oh, did I now?” Your four-eyed friend looks awfully freaked out. “I think someone else did.”
“Who?”
Takao deadpans at you, “You seriously don’t know?”
“I’m enjoying Shin-chan’s reactions, don’t stop me,” You already knew the truth right after he hung up the phone. You weren’t dumb. “You know how hot-and-cold he is.”
Midorima just wants to get the hell away from your table and bury himself in a hole.
Both of you relish in torturing the poor greenette with devilish grins.
Would you be willing to do a younger like child age reader (maybe muzans younger sibling or a younger demon) with platonic yan uppermoons/muzan who is finally starting to rebel against their control?
TRIGGER WARNING FOR INFANTILIZIATION AND YANDERE!
Oh, this bothers him
You're his little baby sibling and he's your brother and king
Starts off with warnings, he has more patience for you than the average demon
If you keep rebelling he'll take away more of your power
If that still doesn't work then he locks you in the Infinity Castle
You'll be put under the super vision of the upper moons when he is away
Treats your rebellion like a kid taking a joke too far
Might even call you by your full human name if you get worse
Might find a way to put some for of tracking on you
Has no time for this nonsense
Will manhandle and scold you
Treats this whole thing like a little kid throwing a tantrum
Might scare you into obedience by sharing stories of the demon slayers
Watches you from a distance to catch you in the act of rebellion
Will tell Muzan about all your rebellious behavior
Doesn't take you seriously at all
Pats your head and calls you cute
If you keep it up he just ups his infantilization
Might trap you in his cult as punishment
If you try to run he traps you in his ice
Treats you like a kid the whole time
Will use his followers to keep you trapped in the cult
Rats you out to Muzan any chance he gets
Finds your behavior a bit funny
Finds it a bit funny
Lets you get out of your system
Once he thinks it's out of your system he brings you back
Grabs you by the back of your clothes if you try to run
Thinks you're just bored
Does things to tire you out
Tells Muzan any rebellious thing you say or do
Takes what you're doing and saying a tad bit seriously because he figures you really feel that way
This coward of a man does nothing
However, his six parts do things about it
Sekido (Anger): grabs you by the back of your clothes and scolds you for trying to rebel against the people keeping you safe and loved. Might even threaten you.
Karaku (Pleasure): Like Akaza, he thinks you're bored and he sets up things to tire you out. Finds it funny you think you can leave.
Urogi (Joy): treats you like a little kid throwing a tantrum and lets you think you can run before he plucks you up and flies you back to Muzan. Is also fully willing to fly overhead to follow you and report back to Muzan.
Aizetsu (Sorrow): is sad that you want to leave. Uses his sadness to make you feel bad for wanting to leave him and the others.
Zohakuten (Hatred): Uses his powers to keep you from running. Scolds and threatens you if you try to leave. He will 100% take you to Muzan and make you repeat everything you said to him.
Urami (Resentment): Uses his strength to manhandle you if you try to run away and escape. Drags you before Muzan.
Due to his potential travel ability he says on you a lot
Lets you get as far as you can just so he can crush your rebellion
Says he'll turn you into a piece of art if you keep trying to leave
Gets you into making art so you're too distracted to be rebellious
Without hesitation he will rat you to Muzan at the fanitest hint of rebellion
Checks your art for rebellious themes
These two are a nightmare
Gyutaro would yell about what an ungrateful kid you are
I mean he grabs you by the hair and scolds you about how he and Daki only had each other but you have a whole family
Daki does more manipulation towards you
She tells you all about how awful people are (based on her roles as Warabihime and her time in the Entertainment District in general)
They both won't tolerate your rebellion
If you try to run Daki will grab you with her ribbon or Gyutaro chases after you
Might say "if you can evade us until sunrise we'll let you go", let you think you've won, then catch you and drag you back
To earn brownie points with Muzan they both tell him everything, no secret is safe
If you try and turn them on each other they'll play along
Overall if you try to rebel or escape, Muzan and the upper moons would not be happy. They will do everything from infantilize you to scold you, to lock you in the Infinity Castle or their own bases.
summary: overstimulating the king of curses, or also known as… your boyfriend.
note: my eyes hurt so bad but i needed to get this off my mind. this probably is the worst thing i’ve written so beware.
word count: 0.4k+
after the first few times, your boyfriend ryomen sukuna still had some fight left in him… but after the nth time…
he had no control over his body, flinching and shivering at every touch. his back was against your chest, his head thrown back on your shoulder.
no more snarky comments - reduced to a shaky mess.
it’s the way your hand was wrapped around him, touching him in such a specific way. you knew what made him tick and if he cut the wrong wire, he’d explode. he wasn’t sure if he should like you for that.
“head up, sweetheart.” you remind, your lips ghosting the shell of his ear.
“i-i… can’t—!” sukuna sobs, his already shaking thighs jumping as you run your free hand down his inner thigh so gently, it hurts.
“some king of curses you are,” you tease into his ear and he lets out a choked whimper, “can’t even handle a little overstimulation.”
he didn’t even have it in him to say something snarky back to you.
but to your surprise, sukuna pushes his head up. his hazy eyes watched as you teased him with lazy yet delicious strokes. he wanted to pass out right then and there. but you would never let him off that easy, huh?
“toooooo m-m-much—fuck!” he cried when you ran your thumb over the head of his dick and he’s digging his fingers into your legs.
you’re surprised he can even make out a single word except your name.
“oh—pleaseeee—!” sukuna is not even sure what he’s asking for. if he asked, you wouldn’t listen anyway.
it’s not long before his back is arching into your touch and he’s asking you for more. please.
“d-don’t stop, unghhh!”
the sounds coming out of him were almost… girlish. how cute.
your hand that was working his cock sped up and your grip tightened and that made his hand reach out and grab your wrist. loosely. i mean, he wasn’t asking for a death wish.
sukuna trembled against your grasp, his body wracking with sensation as the waves of ecstasy crashed over him. he let out a gasp when he felt your teeth graze his ear which made you chuckle.
for a such a grumpy man, he was pretty when he came. so carefree. your thumb pulled at his bottom lip, as you heard him let out a sharp “hic—!”
you let him sit there until he’s able to breathe normally without a sharp inhale.
“another round then?” you chime teasingly.
sukuna rolled his eyes,
“oh f-fuck off.”
a/n: i wanted to write this but i had no idea how to write it. anyway, hope you liked it :)
Imagines 2: Yandere! Incubus x Gender-Neutral! Vampire Royalty! Reader
BANG!
“Your favorite is here, Your Majesty~!”
You continued to work on your papers, not looking up once. Expected. But it stings all the same.
‘Although…’ His sharp tail looped to form a heart, waving side to side. Incubus took time to admire you. Serious, narrowed eyes… lips in an adorable frown… a posture that seriously needs to be straightened… sure was a sight to behold.
Fine. He’ll retreat.
For now.
The incubus slithered back, closing the office door with a quiet thunk.
You continued working, not at all disturbed. However, it was suspicious how quickly it ended.
But that wasn’t really your problem.
BANG!
It had only been 5 minutes. FIVE.
“Lookie, Your Majesty! I brought dragon-meat buns! It’s still sizzling hot!”
Scribble scribble scribble
Okay. Tough crowd. His beloved is hardworking, dedicated to their duties, not even batting an eye to them chowing food beside their table and leaving crumbs everywhere.
Indeed, you are the worst workaholic he has ever known. He would ask someone older how to deal with this problem but you’re the oldest person he knows!
Incubus pouted, carelessly tossing the food containers to the trashbin (and not even putting it inside the bin).
“Your Majesty, mark my words. You will get a break.”
Thunk!
You exhaled a heavy sigh when he left. Peace. Please. Let it be peace forevermore.
“It’s been hours…” you sweated, just about done with 6 stacks of papers. Relief should have been what you felt but knowing that incubus… “He’s up to something big. Definitely.”
But maybe he finally called it a day? After all, he’s always visiting your office. Emphasis on always.
BANG!
… what smells good?
You looked up from your desk.
Obviously, it’s your Incubus who’s all bloody and tattered from decimating the “unruly” ones who wanted to usurp your throne. Only takes a tongue to smoke out those idiots.
Proudly, he tucks a loose pink strand of hair behind his pointy ear. “I worked overtime to lessen your overtime. Now how about a date—“
Incubus holds back a snicker when you threw yourself at him, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Right, right, my bad, Your Majesty~ Breakfast for you then.”
suna rintarou never really.... minded a relationship. it wasn't as if he had something to offer, nor does he expects something to be returned, he just said "yes" because.... well, why not?
he doesn't have a specific priority he's particularly willing to throw all his time in, so he has time for a romantic partner. he does the usual — class, volleyball, and then... dates? he wasn't sure what entails as one, to be honest. his partner wanted to go to a cafe for a "date", that's enough reasoning for him to go. after all, it's what a good partner should do.
his relationships never lasted long. he doesn't know why, but it wasn't something he needed to find out. he's too distant, he doesn't pay attention enough, there's not much effort coming from him — whatever it was, the relationship ended, and he doesn't have the desire to fix it, hence he didn't have to know why.
today, suna said yes to another relationship. he said yes to you.
the answer came as no surprise to you, you've heard how he was like, after all. and yet against your friends' warnings, you confessed, you wanted him to date you. you didn't know what a date was. hell, you didn't even like him.
you just didn't want to die alone.
'suna felt like a good candidate' , you think selfishly. 'he's a distant guy who probably won't care', you assumed even though you never really know him.
you weren't holding him hostage, and suna could bail out whenever. but he didn't. he stayed every night by your bed just in case you passed in your sleep, scrolling his phone in boredom. you shared your bed with him when it gets cold, your scent and warmth mingling with his under the blanket.
you held hands, you tried kissing him — just to see how it feels — and he complied. he held your hand, he kissed you, sometimes sweetly, sometimes passionately.
it never really meant anything though, from the beginning to the end, you thought to yourself, hoping suna would share your thoughts despite knowing what a lie it was.
and then it happened.
suna held your hand in your sleep as you went gently into the good night. you didn't know nor notice his grip around you lasted until after rigor mortis sets in — and even then, he didn't let go. he stayed in your bed for days after, hoping to catch another scent of you, hoping that it rubbed off on his shirt, only for his scent to replace yours instead in the room you two have spent every night in.
suna got up and left quietly after, mind blank as he struggled to comprehend his past few... he didn't even know how long it lasted.
you were gone, and yet you were all that plagued his mind.
Damian x y/n: y/n fell asleep at the manor while hanging out with Damian and woke around 2am, y/n gets lost on way to kitchen and meets Jason and says " hello dummy thiccc man"
Type: One-shot
Pairing: Best Friend! and Gender Neutral! Reader x Damian Wayne/ Robin
Content: Technical one-sided pinning, simp! reader, aged up Damian and reader, cursing, humor, lots and lots of fluff.
Word Count: 1,305
(P.S. I made it best friend! reader because I LOOVVVVE Best Friends to lovers. It's like my favorite troupe. I also changed it a bit, but I think it'll be fine. Enjoy! :)
Human nature and emotions were so strange. Peculiar, how extreme they could be. It was like magic, how strange people could be or act in general. How rage could transform a person momentarily, how joy could bring people out of the darkness. Love though, Love was stronger than any other emotion. It was stronger and more powerful. A black magic of sorts that would take over and change you into someone completely different.
And you had just been hit by its spell.
Part of you didn't entirely understand why you caved to his every whim. Why the tiniest frown and gleaming of eyes could make your stomach swirl and instantly feel guilty.
The rest of you... it-it knew. Knew that you were wrapped so tightly around his finger you might shatter if you did something wrong. Knew how the smallest glimpse of his smile would send your heart racing and make you weak in the knees.
Damian Wayne had a magic of some kind, and you were completely and totally enchanted. So enchanted you sometimes forget the way the world actually works and that you should think before you speak. Unfortunately, tonight just so happened to be a night that his magic overcame you.
Drearily blinking, you found yourself curled into Damian's side. His breathing was slow and steady, calming, even. For a moment you almost drifted back into that peaceful bliss of sleep.
However, your mind jumped. Making you realize how close you were to him and that- that... you probably shouldn't be. No- no you definitely shouldn't be.
Here and now, he was vulnerable, and he hated being vulnerable in front of people. You couldn't stay, if you did, he'd be upset and- and... and you really really hate it when he's upset with you.
Slowly slipping from his grasp, you dropped towards the floor, hoping that you won't startle him awake. Sneaking towards the door you take a moment to look over your shoulder, he took a breath in before letting it out softly. Closing your eyes for a moment you let out a small sigh of relief.
He was still asleep, thank goodness. Part of you didn't want to leave, seeing him so peaceful and happy made something warm bubble in you. However, you knew you had to go, for him and for you. After all you have been here for a while... Wait, how long have you been here?
Sliding out the door you peered around the corner, hoping to see someone wandering around who you could ask. Instead, you are met by pitch darkness and an eerie quiet that shook you to your core.
Oh god, what time was it?
Half scrambling down the stairs you bit your lip. Please oh please don't be morning yet. Your mother would kill you if you stayed out all night.
Clock, clock... where oh where is a clock? Where was the closest one??? Living room? No Steph and Duke broke that one yesterday with their Wii sports tournament. Anywhere else made your mind spin and then- then a thought rose up suddenly.
The kitchen.
Yes, yes, the kitchen should have a clock... and a phone.
The more you moved through the darkness the later you thought it was. Was it four? five? Oh god, please let it be the same day. Blinking, a bit, you noted light seeping under the door rather absentmindedly.
Your hand pushed the door open, and you found the blinking numbers on the microwave. They sent a tumble of nerves straight to your stomach.
Two am. It was two fucking am.
How in hell were you going to survive this? It was a twenty-minute drive home and at minimum, a two-hour walk. There was no way you'd make it home before the sun came up.
A clatter dragged you from your thoughts and you looked up to see a man sitting at the table. He had short dark hair with a white streak through a front section. His eyes were greenish, not as green as Damian's but something about them seemed similar.
It took you no more than a second to notice he was not wearing a shirt. And your brain froze, your thoughts suddenly deciding to spill out.
"Hello dummy thicc man."
Silence followed and a snort of sorts. You blinked seeing a smile stretched across the man's face. Heat flushed through you, and you closed your eyes.
"Dammit. I said that aloud, didn't I?"
The man nodded, leaning forward ever so slightly. He winced instantly and you then spotted the bloodied spot on his torso.
"Holy shit, you're bleeding!"
A weak smile was now on the man's face, and he nodded. Your eyes went wide and your hands darted forwards.
"Are you going to be, okay?"
"Yeah, Alfie's takin care of me.'' He looked you over and snorted once again, "you're the gremlin's?"
Your brow furrowed and you tilted your head before blinking a few times.
“Uh, if you mean Damian, yeah I’m his friend.”
A smirk of sorts worked its way onto his face, and you began fiddling with your fingers.
"I'm y/n." You weakly say.
"Jason... though you probably know me as Todd."
You clamped your mouth shut as a wave of laughter built up in you. Somehow, he had managed to almost mimic Damian perfectly. Looking away from him you squeezed your eyes shut as a giggle of sorts escaped you.
Finally, you looked back to Jason- no Todd... oh yeah. You had heard about him. Nothing really bad though. Strange, though him never being around probably contributed to that.
"The gremlin does have a type. Waffles was right."
You tilted your head again, narrowing your eyes ever so slightly. Waffles? Who could be waffles? you opened your mouth to question the nickname when a door swung open. You froze, only to see Alfred carrying a tray filled with bandages and antiseptics.
"Uh, hi."
Alfred smiled at you before setting the tray on the table. Jason instantly began reaching for things only for Alfred to whack his hand without looking away from you.
"I'm glad to see you, Mx Y/n. Did you sleep well?"
You nodded and heard the door behind you open. You then noticed a strange smile slide onto Alfred's face and Jason snorted again shaking his head.
"Hello Master Damian."
Looking over your shoulder in a little bit of horror, you found Damian behind you rubbing his eyes, his hair disheveled and pointing in many directions.
"Pennyworth," He yawned, "Todd."
Jason grunts in greeting and you stand frozen staring at Damian, your mind racing. Were you too loud? Did you wake him up? Was he upset?
"Y/n," Damian then said, holding out his hand, "come on."
"Huh?"
"We should go back to bed. School starts early tomorrow. Father would be very upset if he knew I was awake."
"Uh, but- I- why are you awake?"
"You left." He said with a slight, "duh." At the end.
You went very still as his words began to run rampant in your head. Did that mean you woke him up when you left? Were you too loud slipping out the door? Did you hop off the bed too sharply?
A hand took yours and you blinked, finding Damian before you. He pulled at your hand slightly. "Come on."
"But- it- it's two. My mom- she's-"
"We informed your mother that you would be staying the night. You do not need to worry Mx. Y/n." Alfred suddenly chimed in.
Looking back towards him you raised an eyebrow; he was nonchalantly wrapping a bandage around Jason's torso. Tilting to the side you notice ripped abs. You only managed a quick glance before Damian pulled you from the room.
"It's time to sleep Y/n."
Turning back towards Damian you smiled before following after him.
Pair 》Yandere/Dark?Tom Riddle x Gender Neutrual!Charms Professor!Reader [Platonic]
Warning 》N/A
Summary 》Riddle wants all your praise and attention
Note 》I was going to write a Draco fic, but uhhh— At least this is more of a yandere fic then my last one?
"Thank you so much, Riddle! I don't know what I would've done without you!" you say with a smile after your students left your classroom. "It's no problem. I'm happy to help however I can." Riddle says why showing off that charming smile. He helps put away books that were left on a few desks.
A couple of hours earlier, you requested for Riddle's presence to help tutor some students. Your students have been having a hard time getting a hold of the recent assignment. You thought that you can have Riddle give some pointers, considering that he was a student himself and also had the best grades in your class.
"You're too kind, Riddle" you say while picking up some stray parchments. Looking out of your classroom's window, you realize how long that tutoring session took. "Lunch is about to end, you should start heading off to your next class. I'll see you later today, though." Looking over at the only student currently in your room, you see him nod to your words before collecting his belongings. Once he was done, you both exchange goodbyes before the door closes shut behind him.
After stepping through the door, Riddle expressions shifts to something of slight annoyance. At the sides of your classroom's door, is the two students that you were just teaching during lunch. "Avery, Lestrange, you're both free to leave. This will be repeated 5 days from now." Hearing the sound of footsteps of students, Riddle begins walking to his next class.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫
"Riddle, can I see you at my desk for a moment." Majority of your students had already packed up and left your class room, so you took the moment to ask your star student something. It doesn't take before you're sitting at your desk with Riddle on the other side.
"I'd like to request your help with tutoring again. Tomorrow at lunch. You were a big help last time, so I'd be very thankful if you can come help again." You watch as the other party nods his head before giving you a kind smile. "I'd be happy to, professor."
Clapping your hands with joy before gesturing hand to brings a fee folders to your desk. "Thank you so much! That's all I wanted to talk to you about, I'll see you at lunch tomorrow!" Just like a few days ago, Riddle heads to the door with his belongings.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫
Your student raises their wand and moves it as instructed. They begin to say the spell but is cut off by the wand suddenly making a burst, pushing the back and dropping their wand in the process. You gasp is surprise before quickly going over to the student to see if they're alright.
Distracted by your student, you don't notice Riddle glaring at the entrance door to your classroom. Clearly angry with his "friends'" careless mistake in making you give your other student more attention then him. Riddle takes note of the disloyal follower before stepping closer to you and the student your were tutoring.
"How are they?" Riddle asks, a hint of worry in his voice. "Mm, they'll be fine. Let me just...." Picking up your wand, you point it to the injury before casting a spell. "That will have to do, but maybe you should stop by the hospital wing just in case." You help the student stand up before looking at Riddle. "I think that'll be it for this lesson, we'll tutor again tomorrow. Is that okay with you, Riddle?" The young wizard nods, accepting your request. "No worries, professor. I'll be here tomorrow during lunch break."
You release a small laugh as you walk towards your classroom's door with your injured student. "Thank you again, Riddle. I'll be helping this student to the hospital wing, thank you again for your help." Opening the door, you can hear the sound of students' footsteps in the corridors more clearly. You hold the door open for Riddle as he leaves your classroom before walking off in opposite directions.
After turning a corner with your student, Riddle raises his hand and makes a gesture. Lestrange is suddenly dragged to the star student, having hid after hearing you get close to the classroom's door earlier. He shivers under Riddle's dark gaze, quickly made aware of the mistake he made.
