Omi always noticed you, a photographer could not simply ignore a work of art like that, but it does take time for his feelings to grow. He wants a genuine friendship with no pretenses, no expectations, just two adults who enjoyed each other’s company. And yet when he does fall it’s like jumping off a cliff and belly-flopping into the water below. It was an inelegant descent with a lot of emotional fumbling, some denial of the situation at hand, but some things were just inevitable. Once he took that leap and realized there was nothing to fear, the sting would wear off and make way for an Omi who was much willing to take chances.
Izumida Azami
Falls First: You
Falls Harder: Azami
Azami does not think of romance much. You can tell when he shies away from a simple, friendly hug it’ll be an uphill battle to win him over (but it would be well worth the fight). Respecting his boundaries but making your interest in him known would catch his attention, but don’t push too hard as even his heart has its limits. A certified tough guy and your self-assigned protector, he lets you get closer to him than most. He might make you go through a slow-moving courting process but it doesn’t mean his heart doesn’t beat for you, or that he wasn’t haunted by dreams of how perfectly your hand would fit in his.
Nanao Taichi
Falls First: Taichi
Falls Harder: Taichi
Taichi has always been very unapologetic about being your number one fan, and it’s been clear that he had a major crush on you from the start. It takes time for you to judge the sincerity of his actions but you also enjoy the ride, as Taichi was an incredibly fun and easy person to get along with. Whether you’re just a fleeting fancy or his one true love like his diary states, you never regretted a moment that you spent with him. He’s ready to worship the ground you walked on for the rest of his life if it would prove to you that he’ll never stray; a loyal puppy who only has eyes for you.
Tsukioka Tsumugi
Falls First: You
Falls Harder: You
Tsumugi is not a very romantically aware man, at least not in reality; you’ve never seen someone so capable of emulating a person in love without realizing there’s someone enamored with him right before his eyes. It would take him some time to notice you, and even more before he considered you as romantic partner potential. Even after recognizing your feelings and acknowledging his own Tsumugi walks a tightrope of indecision. Your relationship is invaluable to him so it’s not as if he’ll set you aside, it’s simply that you’ll have to learn to live with a theatre addict. Still, to even tear his eyes from the stage for a moment is a feat to be proud of.
Yukishiro Azuma
Falls First: Azuma
Falls Harder: You
Azuma felt your connection from the very moment you meant, like two lovers who had been fated to meet by the stars. He was entirely unashamed to say that he had fallen for you first. Luckily he had waited for you to stumble into his life long enough that he had practiced patience, waiting for you to come to him before he dazzled you with his charm. He has you on a course to an abrupt crash landing directly into his arms, blinded by his charms, unable to pinpoint when you had fallen just knowing there was no place more comfortable than by his side.
Hiya! Can I request a scenario for azami izumida? Reader would be sakyo’s little sister who grew up with azami and one day azami starts trying to court her while sakyo slowly sees it with VERY mixed feelings.
I really enjoyed this one, thank you for requesting it! I hope that you have a great day and of course liked this one!~💕
Sakyo had often joked around with his friends, that Azami and his little sister would end up together and maybe even start a family on their own. But it was just a joke. Sure, he loved his sister a lot. She is his family after all and he cared a lot for Azami too, acting like a father and a big brother to him here and there, but those two would surely just see each other as siblings, right? …. Right?
Well, no, Sakyo was wrong there. The guy he had always had to babysit, was very fond of the blonde’s little sister, even got flustered around her, whenever he saw her pretty eyes. His throat would dry, when she started laughing and gosh, whenever she held the black-haired boy’s hand, he would melt!
“It’s just a crush. Just a mere crush. Nothing more, nothing less.” Sakyo would always tell it to himself.
Sure, he would be happy if these kids would be together. He loved them and they would be a great couple, but… Let’s just say, he had mixed feelings, as he cared for his little sister a bit too much.
But the moment his heart nearly had jumped out of his chest and his soul tried to crawl out of his body was, when he walked into his room, seeing Azami’s blushing cheeks and your hand grasping his. Your eyes never left the teenager’s gaze, staring at each other with love in your eyes. It surely made him a little bit happy, but Sakyo couldn’t form any words out of his mouth as he stared at the two teenagers.
His legs had moved the blonde out of the room, his expression never changed, while he walked towards the kitchen to drink a glass of water. “What happened to him?” – “Don’t know, don’t care.” He heard two of the autumn actors behind him.
But the moment when his jaw had nearly hit the floor was the day Azami had finally tried to be brave in the garden of the mankai company, while many others were gone.
The black-haired boy held onto your hands, staring into your eyes and gasping for air. You were like on many other days just breathtaking. “(Y/N)… Y-You really look… great…” He stuttered; face even redder than Taichi’s hair. Smiling softly at your dear best friend, you thanked him. Your head leaned towards him, pressing your lips carefully on the red cheeks of Azami, who gulped down, trying not to rush away and leaving you behind. His head screamed at him, that he shouldn’t even be happy about it.
Sakyo had always told the teenager that kissing and holding hands were things that you did after marriage and now these two kids, who were heads over heels in love with each other did both things. You were sure that your big bro just said it, as he didn’t want anything to happen between you and your best friend, but you didn’t care and told the same thing Azami. “I-Is it okay to hold…. hands?” His voice getting higher just like back then, when you had met him. “Of course, Azami.” You chuckled.
“(Y/N)… I really wanted to say that I like… y-.“ Before he could even end his sentence, Sakyo just had to come, grabbing the hands of the teenagers who had intertwined their hands together. “What’s going on here?” Azami immediately let go of your hand, knowing that he shouldn’t had even touch it. “None of your business.” The poor black-haired kid yelled out. “Nothing, oh dear big bro.” You smiled at the tall man, who sighed at you. “That’s something you should do after marriage.” Sakyo said, gaze wandering between Azami and you. “But one day we will get married, so why not do it now?” You chuckled, grabbing Azami’s hand again to walk away with the too flustered teenager, who nagged at you for saying such a thing so suddenly.
“These kids will be the death of me…” Sakyo mumbled, still eyeing the young teenagers he cared for, before his corner of his lips curled up into a smile.
Hiii!! Could I maybe request Azami from a3! With the prompt "Would you like to wear my jacket? " if that's ok?? I love your writing so much!!! 🥰🥰
Thanks for requesting it and for liking my work!! It means a lot to me!💕💕💕💕 I hope that you like it and have a great day!💕
"Would you like to wear my jacket?"
You two were like day and night. Warm and cold. Light and darkness. A quite one and one full of energy. Two best friends that love to spend their time together and harmony, with bright smiles spread on their lips, as they both hoped to hold the other’s hand.
It sounded like a sweet story to many people. A sweet innocent love of two people, so oblivious to everything.
You were always the one who puffed out your chest, telling your friends that you would never be like those damned characters in the mangas you read, but unfortunately you were like them. Not noticing the small glances your best friend threw to you, or the brush of your hands, that spread the warmth in your whole body. The small smiles that he would always gift you and only you alone.
Who would have thought that your best friend and you would be part of such a story and that your relationship had started with Azami’s jacket?
You surely wouldn’t have thought so, but hoped to tell people that you were in fact his s/o. Oh, how lovely it would be to just hold his hand and- “They aren’t even married and hold hands?!” Azami’s voice boomed, as you dropped your manga that Muku had lend you.
“But it’s so sweet and romantic!” You picked the pinkish manga up, nearly shoving it to Azami’s face, who glanced away, not wanting to take a look towards it. “They should do it after marriage. Everybody knows that!” He said, now crossing his arms over his chest, as he turned a little bit away from you, avoiding your gaze.
“Not everybody thinks alike, Azami…” You mumbled, continuing to read the romance manga, while Azami started to read a magazine about skin care and some new products, he wanted to buy.
Soft footsteps were heard, as you flipped the next page, listening to the comment one older man had made. “Looks like a typical day… Don’t stay up to late.” Sakyo said, grabbing a book of his table, before he left the room.
And he was right. It was a typical day for the both of you. At least that’s what you had thought, while you said your goodbyes towards the rest of the troupes, waving at them and leaving with Azami the building.
Your eyes wandered to the side, glancing for a second at your best friend. “You can go back, Azami… I know the way back to my place… It’s late and-“ But the black-haired boy shook his head. “No. I want to bring you home.” He had interrupted you, walking near you, as you shuddered. The cold wind kissed your skin. Your fingertips turned pinkish, getting colder by every step you walked with your friend towards your home during the blackest night.
Your eyes glanced away from Azami, looking up at the sky as a star shined bright. “So pretty…” You had whispered to yourself, getting “Yes.” From the boy next to you. But you had not noticed that your dear friend wasn’t watching the sky like you… No, he was staring at your lips, that formed into a small smile.
Oh, how much Azami had wished to see that smile on your face. It looked so beautiful every day.
“Would you like to wear my jacket?” He asked you, knowing that you felt cold due to the fact that you weren’t wearing much clothes on this day. “R-Really?” Red dusted the taller guy’s face, as he placed his jacket on your shoulders. “I don’t want you to freeze. Put it on.” His face turned away again, not wanting to show you the redness of his face.
Your hand brushed his lightly, as your nose smelled the scent of Azami on his jacket. It felt so lovely and comfortable… It felt like home.
Your little pinky slowly touched his, while you walked in silence, wrapping it now around his. Azami just scratched the back of his head, not scolding you for doing such a thing. Usually, he would ramble that you two shouldn’t touch or hold hands before marriage, but this time… He will allow it. Azami could never say no to you, as he loved you too much.
“Here… Have your jacket back.” You smiled at him, wanting to give it back to the actor. “Give it back tomorrow, (y/n).” He stopped your hands, wanting to go back, due to feeling so flustered around you. “Okay, I will see you then.” You grinned, pressing your lips softly on his cheek, before you walked into your home, leaving a blushing Azami outside.
“You idiot… That’s what people do after marriage… Don’t do such things….”
Hello! I think my request was one of the ones that were deleted or eaten by tumblr, but I’m not completely sure. So, can I request an A3 scenario for azami who’s s/o lives in the dorm and helps with the theater stuff? One day, they wear his clothes (hoodies, shirts, etc.) around and he thinks it’s cute. And a bonus where the Mankai members can recognize his clothes.
I‘m so sorry (again), that Tumblr ate your request ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ but thank you so much for requesting it again! I‘m also so sorry for letting you wait for so long! I hipe that you like it and have a great day!
You cleaned a few rooms here and there, working like on every other day in the dorms to help them wherever and whenever you can. A sigh left your mouth as you continued, not wanting to take a break until you had finished the last one for Izumi, because she had been busy with some work for the next play. “It’s so exhausting…” But a chuckle left you nonetheless, knowing that you nearly had finished your work now and you could finally take a break. You could finally take a warm shower and wear comfortable clothes!
Oh, how much you have hoped to do this after your hard work to finally relax, with comfortable clothes, while watching TV until you heard a small gasp. Chewing on a snack, that Omi gave you before you sat yourself down to relax, you stared at your boyfriend. “Mh? What’s wrong?” You tried to ask him, while your mouth was still full with that sweet snack. Azami on the other hand was staring at you, as a blush colored his cheeks and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. How couldn’t he be surprised, if he sees his beloved s/o sitting there with his favorite hoodie on?
“I-Isn’t that mine…?” He stuttered the question out, sitting down next to you, while his gaze never left yours. “Oh yeah, sorry. I couldn’t find anything to wear so I snatched it away. Sorry about it, Azami. If you want, I can give it back to you.” Your smile alone made his cheeks redder than he could ever got. You just looked so cute with his clothes on. It was a sight that he had never dreamed of, but surely will do it from now on. You were mesmerizing with it like an angel send from heaven. “Azami…? Are you alright?” You forgot your show, now trying to talk to your boyfriend, who was thinking about who knows what. “Azamiiii…?” Shrugging with your shoulders, your eyes moved towards the TV again, now ignoring the red-faced blackhead, who slowly raised up from the seat next to yours, to calm himself down in his own room. He uttered no words out, until he was in his room.
“Hey, (y/n).” You were greeted by the green-haired costume designer of the Mankai Company, as you send him a small wave, while finishing your food. “Have you seen Azami? Dumb Dog, Small brocon, Muku and I wanted to go shopping and maybe he wants to go with us.” Yuki asked you, while Taichi stared at you. It looked like as if his head would start to smoke, the more he stared at you.
“(y/n)…” You heard now your name being called, as you pointed towards Azami’s room to answer Yuki’s question. “Isn’t that Azami-kun’s hoodie?” The pink-haired boy asked you, flustered.
“Huh! Yeah, you are right, Mucchan! It is! Man, I wish I could have a sweet s/o, who would share my clothes! That would be so great.” Taichi cried like a kicked puppy, as the green-haired designer sighed at him, before he walked towards Azami’s room and got him out of there.
“L-Let’s go.” – “Are you blushing?” You heard your friend laugh at your dear beloved boyfriend, who grabbed his arm and tried to pull them all out, so they could go shopping. “Have fun, guys.” You mumbled, focusing your eyes on the new movie that had aired now. “Whoa… That reminds me of that sweet manga that I read yesterday! The protagonist wore the clothes of their boyfriend and he kissed them and even proposed to them immediately.” Muku told his friends, while they all walked out of the dorm, with a screaming Azami, who tried to shush them all.
If you're ask box is still open for those prompts, could you do 20 or 21 for Azami? Thank you so much!!! ♥
Izumida Azami:
“You said you didn’t have feelings for me.”
The silence that followed was more painful than the harsh words he had said to you only a week before; you had wanted him to deny it, to say he had just said that because he didn’t want to admit to them. But from how things were appearing, it really did seem like Azami was trying to let you down easy and you had simply pushed him too far, not picking up on the hints he was giving out. It made you feel even worse for putting him in this situation in the first place, knowing how hard it must be for him to be direct with his feelings when he had tried to hide the truth from you from the start.
“It’s okay, Azami. I get it.” He’s still not talking, still not responding, and you were losing the will to continue this conversation. You had asked to see him, and he had agreed, you had thought that might mean something but… You were met with silence. A brick wall. Not a single clue on how Azami was feeling, his expression as blank as his emotions. “I’m, uh, just gonna go?”
And you do go.
And he doesn’t stop you.
You’re curled up in bed at home, tear-stained cheeks leading to a tear-stained pillow, when your phone lit up the darkened room. You don’t have the energy to answer anyone right now, leaving it be, trying to think about anything other than your crushing defeat. You had wished you just kept your mouth shut, you wished you’d done a million different things differently but, in the end, there was no way to go back in time. You were stuck trying to imagine a world where you could still be friends with Azami, knowing that you could never quite return to what you once had with him, not now. There were plenty of fish in the sea but you likened Azami to a shark, so beautiful when looked at from afar but dangerous up close and personal.
He would’ve laughed if you heard him compare him to a shark, telling you it was stupid, that he was nothing like a shark (and since you couldn’t wear makeup underwater, it would be a miserable life for him).
The light in your room was a little more incessant than it should be and with a frustrated groan you grabbed your phone, scrolling through the long list of texts from worried friends. You considered responding but it took too much energy to type out what happened, to explain to them your emotions, it was easier to just… not. You nearly missed his text because your attention span was waning but it was sent hours before, an hour after you had met up with him.
‘I’m sorry.’
Like that made it better?! Like his apology was what you wanted?! You couldn’t get the response you wanted which made you feel even angrier, even stupider, and you have half a mind to toss your phone across the room so you don’t have to look at it anymore. It wasn’t his fault, the rational part of your brain accepted that you couldn’t manipulate someone’s feelings and make them love you, you wouldn’t want that anyway. But how were you supposed to come to terms with it? The humiliation, the guilt, the sadness, the defeat.
‘Thanks’
You erased it.
‘Why would you bother messaging me now?’
You erased that message too.
You really didn’t have much to say to him, not words that he deserved to hear, anyway. You wanted to hurt him like he had hurt you but it wouldn’t be fair, it was taking all the self-control you had now to hold back your venomous words. You finally decided to not respond, to put your phone on silent and turn over in your bed to continue the pity party until you had worked out more of your emotions. As much as it killed you and as much as you wanted to talk to him, nothing good would come out of texting.
You didn’t feel good enough to go to school the next day and told your mother as such; sensing it was a situation that she should wait for you to approach her on she nodded, saying you were absolutely going tomorrow and leaving it at that. A day alone worked well for you, the ability to watch whatever movie you want and listen to music as loud as you needed to. You were already feeling better even if there was a painful stabbing in your chest when you imagined Azami’s face, knowing it would be like that for quite a while. But you didn’t feel as terrible, as anxious or worked up, so it was better.
It was hard to leave your phone alone but looking at it would do no good, plus, you still weren’t in the mood to talk. You trailed around the apartment doing chores for your mom, a subtle little thank you for her allowing you to stay home without questioning it. You’re still in the zone, spaced out, in imagination land where life is a little easier and much happier when there’s knocking on your door. At first you think it’s your mom but realize there’d be no reason to knock, then you assume a friend but with a quick glance at the clock, you see that school wasn’t over yet.
So, who the hell was it?
You can’t explain how surprised you are to see Azami on the other side of the door, red-faced and panting like he’d just run a marathon. You considered not opening it but when he pounded on the door again, you felt like it was probably best to just… get whatever was about to happen over with. You opened the door and the look of relief is instantaneous, you moving out of the way and motioning for Azami to come inside. He wasn’t exactly supposed to be here, both by your own parents’ rule and the fact he was surely supposed to be in school right now.
“Why are you here?”
“You haven’t responded to anyone since yesterday!” Azami is back to being irritated, his glare quite icy; you had never been on the receiving end of it but you could see why the people at school were afraid of him, “What are you thinking?! What if- I thought something happened to you! On the way back from…”
So, Azami had gone around school questioning others about you when you hadn’t responded to him? How out of character, or at least you thought so. He seemed to let most things be but it didn’t look like this was how he felt today, felt about you, because he had even broken the rules by leaving which would surely land him in hot water. You weren’t sure how to take this information, you didn’t want to fill yourself with false hope because you knew Azami wasn’t a terrible person. Him showing you any sort of care didn’t mean he returned your feelings, especially not after that display yesterday.
“I didn’t really… Feel like talking. I haven’t charged or looked at it all day.”
“Well…!” Azami doesn’t have anything else to say about it, you know he can’t exactly fault you for wanting to be left alone, but it’s still frustrating. “I wanted to talk.”
“I think we’ve done enough of that, Azami. We should just… leave it be, you know?”
“…I can’t. I didn’t know how to explain myself, how to explain that I just…” Azami is frustrated, he hated dealing with his feelings when he was younger and he hated dealing with them now just as much, “I have feelings for you. I wanted them to come out in a better way than at school, in front of your friends. I didn’t want them speaking for you.”
“They weren’t… Well, I guess I can see why you’d think that but they weren’t. Those were… my own words, things I’ve said to them, they were probably just sick of me saying it to them and not to you…” Your brain short-circuited after you did a full review of what he just said to you, cutting you off mid-way through your thoughts. “I. Uh. What?”
Azami’s face is bright red, unable to meet your eye now that you’ve put him back on the spot.
“I have…feelings for you, okay?! Don’t make me say it again it’s…” It’s so goddamn embarrassing but it’s a better feeling than knowing he had let you down, knowing he had lied about something that was important. He was old-fashioned, likely due to who he was raised by, and he wanted things to be better. He wanted to actually court you, wanted to confess to you himself, wanted to do it all properly.
“I… I think we do have to talk more. About this and uh, uh, us? B-but my mom is probably gonna be home soon and I don’t think she’d be happy that we’re in here alone.”
“W-We’re alone?!” Azami looked like he might faint, looking around the apartment. “I… I have to apologize to your mom. For being here without permission. For being alone… with you…”
“I think we should not tell her I had a boy alone with me in our house, actually!” You placed your hands on his chest and started to push him backwards, something that seemed to make him turn even redder than he already was. “Go! Go back to school or… Somewhere else! And call me later.”
“I want to talk in person. I don’t want things to get confused again, like they did before.”
“O-okay, we can meet up somewhere later then.”
Azami nodded, whipping around and leaving your house as quickly as he could, nervously glancing around like he was some type of criminal.
You really hoped your neighbors weren’t being nosy today, you couldn’t handle being grounded when things were finally going in your favor.
Hi!! I love your writing and I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do a prompt where azami has known you since you were little and he’s trying to court you? Idk I feel like that’d be kinda cute 😭
Omg, it is cute!!! So I did a headcanon… I hope that it‘s alright and that you like it! Well… Have a great day!~
(I love love love childhood to lovers so damn much!! I would even write a second part for this one, because it's just so cute!!! lghlkghklwsg)
💄 You were like glue, always sticking around and never leaving your best friend, Azami. Not only was he your best friend, but also your childhood friend.
💄 “Hey, it’s cold outside. Put on my jacket, (y/n)-chan.” Azami said, smiling brightly at you, while you two held each other’s hand, giggling around and having the time of your life. Typical for sweet children like them. “Thanks, Aza-chan! Hehe~”
💄 Time has passed by and those two friends have changed. Their friendship stayed the same, but their feelings haven’t.
💄 “You are still meeting them?” Azami rolled his eyes at the question Sakyo had asked him. It was none of his business after all. “Mh? Who is he meeting?” One of the Spring troupe members asked them, as Kazunari shrugged his shoulders, not knowing it himself. “His childhood friend.” Sakyo answered for the teen and walked off, while red dusted Azami’s cheeks.
💄 Yeah, they were justchildhood friends.
💄 But maybe it will change one day, he hoped so much. Since a couple of years (10 years), Azami had fell in love with you, but was too shy to actually confess to you. How could he? He could destroy your lovely friendship with just his confession and that thought alone would always stop him. Not to forget does he know, that you knew about his opinions about relationships and what Sakyo had told him, back in his childhood. No kissing. No hand holding. No hugs. Nothing was allowed, and you couldn’t live with that right? Or could you?
💄 Maybe you liked him back…? But you were too afraid, just like him! What if-? “Aza-chan!~ I’m here!” You interrupted his thoughts, running towards the autumn troupe actor.
💄 Should he just hope for a happy ending and try to court you? He had nothing to lose… You were childhood friend. Worst case scenario would be; you two still being friends and that wouldn’t be too bad…
💄 “Hey, sorry that it took me too long to come. Had to do something.” The black-haired actor apologized, handing you his jacket as you put it on, smiling brightly at him. “No problem! I wasn’t waiting too long anyway.”
💄 He knew that you were lying. You were always eager to meet him and came earlier than planned.
💄 Time to start with courting his dear childhood friend….
💄 Your heart wouldn’t skip a beat, just by wearing his jacket, as you often did it, so he had to do it differently… Maybe by being the perfect gentleman? He always held open the doors, helped you everywhere he could.
💄 Azami tried everything out! Everything! He even has asked one person for help and that was Muku! The one person who knew everything about love, because of his knowledge of mangas! Unfortunately, Muku told Kumon about it, who tried to give the lovestruck boy advises, which hadn’t helped him.
💄 He refused to ask anybody else! Especially Sakyo! He would rather eat a broomstick and dirt and leave out his skin care routine than asking the mister specs for help!
💄 After hearing more and more advises and trying them out, it ended up differently… He wanted you to get flustered and not himself!
💄 During his make-up session, where he would use his new ones on you, you thought he would have a fever due his red face. “Stop glancing at (y/n)’s lips!” He yelled at himself in his thoughts.
💄 Holding hands like back then, when you used to go to kindergarten ended up with you pulling him everywhere and him nearly fainting.
💄 Going shopping was a no-no too, after someone asked him, if he was interested in a couple coupon for him and you. “Mh? Aza-chan? Why are you running away? Our coupon! Sorry, ma’am, but I will take it then.”
💄 Nothing worked out. Maybe he was really bad at courting?
💄 “Do you have a fever? Your face is so red! You look kinda… sick.” – “I-I-I’m fine! Here, it’s cold!” He threw his hoodie on your head, walking to the next shop, not noticing your warm cheeks, that you always got, when he gave you, his clothes.
💄 “It smells like him… Hehe…. Mh? Where is Aza-chan now? Have I lost him again?”
This is my first time requesting something here, I'm sorry if I did something wrong 😣
Could I request a3! Headcanons for Azami and Tenma walking in on there s/o eating a lemon, and not even flinching, I do this sometimes and I thought it would be fun to suggest!!
I love your work, I'm sorry again if I did something wrong!! 💕
You did it great, sweety!!❤️ And omg, you have a great hidden talent! I wish I could do the same thing! I hope that you like it and have a great day!
🌻 Tenma grumpily walked through the door of his room, leaving a sighing Yuki behind.
🌻 Now entering your room to talk to you about his newest problems and the next play, his feet stopped immediately.
🌻 A frown took over his face, as the orange-head stared shocked at you. W-Were you eating a lemon right now? Wasn’t it too sour for you?
🌻 “Oh, hey Tenma.” You greeted him, smiling for a second at your boyfriend, before your turned to your lemon, continuing to eat it without flinching.
🌻 “A-Are you alright, (y/n)?” Worriedly that something has to be wrong with you, he had asked you. “Nope.” You had popped the p in the word, finishing the lemon that you had held in your hand.
🌻 Slowly, Tenma walked backwards, mouth still apart by what he had seen right now, he left your room, making you shrug your shoulders.
💄 Azami cared for you a lot, which might be the reason your boyfriend had told you to eat many healthy things like citrus fruits, vegetables and more. But he could have never expected to see you eating a lemon, as if it would be fries…
💄 “(y/n), have you seen maybe my newest make-up I had bought yesterday?” He asked, opening the door of your room.
💄 You were sitting on your comfy chair, watching a video, while eating the lemon, not even flinching like Taichi had, when Itaru scolded at him that he should have eaten more healthier food than his beloved fast-food.
💄 “It’s good that you are eating it, but… Isn’t it sour, (y/n)?” Had the black-haired actor asked you, nearing you, before you stopped the video.
💄 “No, I usually do this often.” You put the lemon down, asking him if he needed help in searching for the object, he had tried to find a few seconds ago, making him shake his head.
💄 “It’s alright… Enjoy your lemon.” He raised his eyebrow, leaving your room.
i’ve never requested anyone before, so you have the honors hehe :>
i’ve been feeling insecure about my looks and face for so long and it’s been at its peak. i don’t like how i look at all, and i wish i were beautiful in someone’s eyes. how would azami (a3!) comfort a very insecure s/o with their looks? and maybe they’re crying about it too.. thank you <3 hopefully this request makes sense, it’s about to hit 12am and i’m supposed to be sleeping
oh! i’m not sure if i even sent it, maybe i fell asleep before i pressed the ask button
i requested for a scenario about azami izumida, his s/o is very insecure of themself. most especially their looks, their face, their whole appearance, height (too short), all that jazz and in the scenario they’re crying about it. i’d like to see how azami approaches it since i feel this all the time, i just want to be beautiful in someone’s eyes :,)
hopefully that cleared it up!!
I hope that you liked it, my dear anon and have a great day! And always remember, you and everybody else, that you all are beautfiul, no matter what you think or anybody says. Always be yourself and please don't ever feel insecure, my dear and everybody else! You all are wonderful human beings and I wish you all a wonderful day!
Azami will never understand why you feel so insecure about your appearance. To him, you were beautiful, like an angel send from the gods to make the autumn actor happy. You were his stone, his everything. The one person he loved to be around and to look at.
Sure, he won’t always admit it, as he is too shy about it, but he always tried to show you how much he loves you, by spending his time and makeup with you.
He would always text you, always wants to know about your opinion and so much more.
After all, you were wonderful and always will be for him.
But then the day came. He walked into your room, seeing tears drop and fall out of your shiny and usually bright (e/c) orbs. They always looked so colorful and full of life with a bit of happiness in there, but now, sadness and sorrow colored your eyes. Your nose and cheek were dusted red. Not the great one, that Azami made happy, where you always got flustered and blushed around him, no… You were upset.
The black-haired actor nearly felt his heart falling out of his chest, as he heard you sniffing and drying your wetted cheeks.
Slowly, his feet moved him to you. He raised his arms, embracing you into his chest. Azami ignored the tears that you stained on his clothes, as you cried more, telling him that you were alright and just needed some space, but your boyfriend shook his head. He would never leave you in such a situation. If he would, then Azami surely would be the worst boyfriend on this planet and he couldn’t forgive himself to leave you.
“Hey… Look at me…” He whispered; his fingertips slowly tilted your chin up so he could gaze into your eyes. “What’s wrong?”
You cried out more, now spilling the beans and telling him about all of your thoughts, only to see Azami’s lips turning into a small smile.
His black hair moved, when he shook his head at you, grabbing your wet cheeks in his palms, eyes never leaving yours. “Don’t you even dare to think like this, (y/n). You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Azami’s cheeks got pink by every word he uttered out. “I… I love everything about you. Every single thing. Your personality, your look…” A small chuckle escaped him, before he continued. “Your sweet height… You always look so adorable, when you can’t reach even a jar and have to ask me for help. But let me tell you something, (y/n). Even this makes me incredibly happy. Every expression you make, makes my heart pound faster. When you smile at me, when you laugh… Even when you pout. You are beautiful and always will be for me, so please, don’t cry. Give me another sweet smile of yours.”
His fingertips dried a tear that left your eye, smiling with love and hope at you. There will never be a day on which Azami will stop loving you and he will hope that you will see yourself the way he sees you. As the most beautiful person on this planet.
