author's thoughts: impromptu smau again because I feel like dying from my period cramps and also... I'm going through an audit currently. please pray for me everyone.
[ extras ] might be suggestive. wc varies 120-180 per member
ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes ! based on this teamies vid bc holy shit.
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┆彡 YUDAI [ 祐大 ]
he's a messy sleeper, throwing his limbs all over the bed… including you
9 out of 10 times there's a leg or arm thrown over you, keeping you close to him
which is comforting, in a way. you're like his personal teddy bear that he can't fall asleep without
he's very hard to wake up so more often than not you end up shaking him like a crystal ball
yudai will always try and persuade you to come back to sleep, lazily wrapping an arm around your waist and just grabbing onto you, even if you're already dressed up
in those moments you caress his hair and see his eye lights fight with sleep. on weekends you join him, caving in and curling back into his sleepy figure
when he has schedules, however, you do have to pull out the big guns (tear off the comforter off of him. he's always grumpy and whiny when you do that but knows it's over for him)
┆彡 FUMA [ 風魔 ]
highkey makes you match pokémon pjs with him 🥹
he's just so big and warm… you always fall asleep (and wake up) wrapped in his arms<3
he's a light sleeper so most of the time he slurs awake every time you let out a noise or shuffle in your sleep.
given that, he always wakes up first. and no matter how many times you tried waking before him… nope. he even wakes up before your alarms
he will have all the time to take a shower, maybe work out a little, and most important: make you breakfast
especially on weekends you can bet your ass that fuma will make you a breakfast in bed<3
he'll just crawl back into the covers and gently wake you up, definitely with light kisses all over your face… and you're blessed that his face is the fist thing you see when you wake up
(and the delicious smell of food on the nightstand)
┆彡 NICHOLAS [ 奕翔 ]
HIS DEEP VOICE HELLO THATS WHAT WE WILL START WITH.
like UGHHHAIWIOWOWQQ okay im normal. but he will mumble lazily into your ear, half awake, and his deep morning voice sending shivers down your spine
he will whine into your ear to not go. one arm around you, the other pressing down on your hip… breath fanning on your cheek. in cold winter you're doomed because it's SO cozy you wish you could just sleep all day with him<3
he sleeps shirtless so also. be prepared to wake up glued to his torso,,,, esp after a warm summer night
he will not put a shirt on like he knows what effect it has on you AND hello. he's being comfy in his own house. it's a win win for him ~
he's SO stubborn like will not wake up until he decides to. otherwise he's not budging one bit
also keeps your arm glued around you at all times. when you try to escape the bed, he'll pull you back… and welp, usually pin you down without realizing
┆彡 EUIJOO [ 의주 ]
euijoo moves a lot in his sleep so most of the time you end up somewhere else you fell asleep at
him too. once or twice he woke up where your feet were which was so funny that he woke you up with his loud laugh
HAS to throw a leg around you or otherwise he will not sleep pacefully
when he wakes up, he likes to trace your face with his fingers:( the touches are so light and delicate because he doesn't want to wake you up
and if he accidentally does — or if you simply wake up on your own — you lock eyes and spend long moments just enjoying the intimacy
euijoo is a silly fella so sometimes when you refuse to get out of the bed he will… jump on it… and shake you until you beg him to stop lmao
┆彡 YUMA [ 悠真 ]
that is a cat.
will be so hissy when you wake him up LIKE sassy man apocalypse. pulling the cover over his head, grumbling to himself… yeah, good luck
and oh my god. if you try to leave the bed?
drama.
as i said, cat. will pretend not to care, turning his back to you. but underneath his breath he's murmuring about how cruel you are for leaving him… how you're making the bed cold… how dare you…
and if you cave in (and most of the time, you do) and crawl into the bedsheets again, he's locking you in. bear hugging you, your cheeks squished against his bicep ane leg thrown over.
his face is buried in your neck, inhaling your scent and lulling him back to sleep… and you always pretend not to see through his grumpy act, feeling is smile imprint on your skin<3
┆彡 JO [ 穣 ]
jo said he's a still sleeper, waking up in the same position he has fallen asleep in so usually it applies to yu as well
fell asleep hugged onto him? or back to back? you will wake up like that too
secretly he's a fan og being the small spoon:( will tug at your pj shyly to suggest that you should fall asleep holding him<3
he takes a while to shake off the sleep and often just… zones out, staring at your sleeping form<3
gets SOOO red when you catch him and tries to hide under the covers
but you just gush about how cute he his and snuggle into him, placing hisses on his blushing face
(also you bet he has a lot of sketches of you sleeping:( live laugh love artists<3)
┆彡 HARUA [ 琉愛 ]
he needs to hug something when he sleeps so… you know well it's you!!!
arms wrapped around you like you're his teddy bear. his chest glued to your back, face nuzzled in your neck and snoring softly. and you bet he will wake up the second you try to wriggle out of his hold (good luck going pee in the middle of the night btw)
you often wake up in the same position you've fallen asleep in, or just. his body plastered on you.
very very sleepy, needs a few moment to shake off the sleep:( in the meantime he often nudges his face into your neck, pretending it's totally not making him even more sleepy
and when you caress his hair? yeah no, he's snoozing again
┆彡 TAKI [ タキ ]
oh my god. a menace.
WILL launch his body onto the bed to wake you up. and tickle you. and blow raspberries into your neck. i mean hey, at least you are guaranteed to wake up properly!
(he feels bad about it later so if he has time he will make you breakfast<3)
if you wake up before him, you're gentle. and enjoy the moment, looking at him and tracing his cheeks. he often pretends to sleep so you keep touching his skin but more often than not, he breaks into a smile.
and then? attack. wrapping his arms behind your neck and pulling you close, peppering you with kisses.
won't admit it but looooves when you lay on top of him. like a weighted blanket!!! it makes him feel warm n secure and he just gets to have you close<3
┆彡 MAKI [ マキ ]
lowkey doesn't care as long as he has you near him. holding hands, cuddling, backs touching like he will be content!!
also sleeps uh. in a sleeveless tanks. so yeah, maybe… just maybe… you ask him to use his arm as a pillow<333
he occasionally startles awake and looks around, just to go back to sleep moments after. at first it scared you but you've grown used to it. however, every time he does wake up, he takes a look at you. just in case.
also his morning voice is dangerously attractive… esp when he stretches and groans, mumbling "good morning" into your ear
WILL yank you back into the bed if you try to escape >:(
a menace too btw so he will put his cold feet on you. and roll his eyes while jokingly complaining about morning breath. and i feel like sometimes he snores, like chainsaw type of snore
It happens fast enough that most people don’t notice at first.
The room is loud, staff moving, cameras adjusting, voices overlapping, but K does. He always does. It’s the way your smile tightens, just a fraction. The way your shoulders draw in, like you’re bracing without meaning to. You laugh when you don’t need to.
He sees the man standing too close. Hears the tone, casual, joking, but just a little off. Not enough to cause a scene. Enough to make you uncomfortable.
K doesn’t rush in. He watches for a second longer, jaw tightening, eyes sharpening as he takes in the details. Then he moves, calm, deliberate, like he’s simply supposed to be there.
He steps in at your side, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. Not aggressive. Just present.
“Hey,” he says easily, his hand coming to rest lightly at the small of your back. A grounding touch. “We’re needed.”
His voice is steady, polite. Unarguable.
The man hesitates. K meets his gaze, expression unreadable, smile faint but firm. The kind that doesn’t invite conversation.
You don’t even have to say anything. K shifts his body slightly, placing himself between you and the space that felt too close. It’s subtle, but unmistakable.
As he guides you away, his hand stays where it is, warm and solid. Protective without being possessive.
When you’re far enough that the noise dulls and the air feels easier to breathe, he finally looks down at you.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
Not rushed. Not panicked. Just concerned.
If you nod, he nods too, like he trusts your answer. If you hesitate, his grip tightens just a little.
“You don’t ever have to stay in a situation like that,” he says, low enough that only you can hear. “I’ve got you.”
And then, only then, does the tension leave his shoulders. But his awareness never does.
He stays close for the rest of the day. Not hovering. Just there. Exactly where you need him.
FUMA :
Fuma notices the shift before he understands it.
You’re laughing, because that’s what you do when things get awkward, but it doesn’t sound like you. It’s lighter than usual, a little rushed, like you’re trying to smooth something over instead of enjoying the moment. Fuma’s eyes flick up from across the room, sharp despite the chaos around him.
He sees the distance being ignored. The way the conversation isn’t moving on. The way you glance toward the side, searching for an exit.
That’s enough.
He crosses the room without hesitation, steps falling into place like muscle memory. When he reaches you, he doesn’t interrupt loudly or draw attention. He simply slots himself in beside you, shoulder solid against yours.
“Hey,” he says, warm but firm. “There you are. We’ve been looking for you.”
His arm comes up naturally, resting around your shoulders, not claiming, not showy. Protective. Familiar.
The man pauses. Fuma meets his gaze calmly, the friendliness in his expression not quite reaching his eyes.
“We’re heading out,” Fuma adds, already turning slightly as if the decision has been made. Because it has.
He doesn’t wait for permission.
As he guides you away, he leans down just enough to speak under his breath. “You okay?”
If you hesitate, even a little, his jaw tightens, not in anger, but resolve.
“Next time,” he murmurs, voice steady, “just grab me. I don’t care if it interrupts anything.”
Once you’re clear of the situation, he stops and looks at you properly, hands still warm on your arms, grounding you.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he says immediately, like it matters that you hear it. “Not even a little.”
There’s no dramatics. No raised voice. Just certainty.
And for the rest of the day, he keeps you within arm’s reach, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he does. Because if something feels off again, he wants to be close enough to act before you ever have to smile through it.
NICHOLAS :
Nicholas clocks it immediately, not because you look scared, but because you look too polite.
You’re nodding along, smiling in that careful way you use when you don’t want to make things worse. Your hands are folded tight in front of you. Your laughter is short, clipped, not reaching your eyes.
Nicholas straightens and begins walking towards you.
By the time he reaches you, the conversation is already losing its momentum, because Nicholas has a way of taking up space without trying. He stops close enough that the air shifts, gaze cool and assessing as it flicks from you to the person standing too close.
“Hey,” he says, casual. “We need her.”
No question mark.
His hand comes up, fingers brushing your wrist, not pulling, not gripping. Just enough to give you an out. Just enough to remind everyone watching that you’re not alone.
When the other person hesitates, Nicholas’ expression changes. Not angry. Just flat.
“She’s busy,” he adds, tone light but final.
He turns his body slightly, placing himself between you and them without making a scene. If anyone’s watching, it looks effortless. Natural. Like this is where he’s always meant to stand.
Once you’re a few steps away, he glances down at you. “You good?”
If you shrug it off, he doesn’t let it go completely. His thumb taps once against your wrist, a quiet check-in.
“You don’t owe anyone politeness,” he says under his breath. “Especially not at your own expense.”
Later, when things have settled, he finds you again, leans in just close enough that only you can hear.
“Next time,” he murmurs, voice low, almost teasing but edged with sincerity, “I’ll step in faster. But you can always grab me first.”
It’s not dramatic. It’s not loud.
It’s just Nicholas, clear, protective, and entirely unapologetic about choosing you.
EJ :
It’s subtle, the way your shoulders tense, the way your smile goes a little stiff around the edges. You’re still being polite, still nodding along, but you’re not relaxed anymore. And Euijoo, who’s spent years reading rooms and people, feels it immediately.
He doesn’t interrupt right away.
Instead, he moves closer.
Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just a calm step forward until he’s beside you, presence warm and grounding. His hand finds the small of your back, light and familiar, a silent question: Do you want out?
When you don’t move, but don’t lean in either, he makes the decision for you.
“Hey,” he says, voice even, respectful. “We were just about to head out.”
It’s not rude. It’s not aggressive. But there’s no opening left for debate.
He turns slightly toward the other person, meeting their eyes with a steady, polite smile that doesn’t waver. “Thanks for understanding.”
Again, no question mark.
Only then does he guide you away, his hand never tightening, just present. Protective without being possessive. Supportive without speaking over you.
Once you’re a little farther off, he slows. His hand drops, giving you space, giving you control back.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
If you nod, he doesn’t push. If you hesitate, he stays right there, matching your pace, your breathing.
“I didn’t want to assume,” he says gently, eyes soft. “But I didn’t like the way you looked just now.”
There’s no lecture. No “you should’ve.” Just concern.
Later, when it’s just the two of you, he brings it up again, not to relive it, but to make sure.
“Next time,” he says softly, “you can squeeze my hand. Or just look at me. I’ll get it.”
Then, almost shyly, he adds, “You don’t have to handle things alone. Not when I’m here.”
It’s not loud protection.
It’s Euijoo’s kind, the kind that stays close, listens first, and makes sure you feel safe without ever taking your voice away.
YUMA :
Yuma notices because you stop laughing.
It’s such a small thing, just half a second where your smile falters, where your eyes flick away instead of meeting his. But Yuma has always been good at catching those details. He’s expressive by nature, tuned in to shifts in energy, and the moment he feels the air change, his attention locks onto you.
He steps closer without thinking, shoulder brushing yours.
“Hey,” he says lightly at first, glancing between you and the other person. “Everything okay?”
The tone is casual, but his body language isn’t. He angles himself just enough to stand between you and them, not fully blocking you, just closing the space. It’s instinctive, protective in a way that feels warm rather than suffocating.
When the other person keeps talking, keeps pushing, Yuma’s smile tightens.
He laughs once, short and sharp. “Okay, hold on.” His voice stays friendly, but there’s steel under it now. “She looks uncomfortable.”
The word lands clearly.
He turns to you, eyebrows knitting with concern. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to,” he adds, softer, like he’s reminding you rather than instructing.
Then he looks back at them, polite but firm. “We’re gonna head out.”
No apology. No over-explaining.
He reaches for your hand, not pulling, just offering, and when you take it, his grip is steady, reassuring. As he guides you away, he glances down at you, voice low and warm. “You okay? I’ve got you.”
Later, when the noise has faded and you’re somewhere quieter, he can’t help the way his concern spills out a little more.
“You don’t have to smile through stuff like that,” he says, running a hand through his hair, frustration flashing briefly across his face, not at you, but at the situation. “I hate that you felt like you had to.”
Then he softens, stepping closer. “Next time, just tell me. Or don’t say anything at all. I’ll notice.”
There’s a gentle confidence in the way he says it, not a promise born of ego, but of care.
“You’re not alone,” he murmurs. “Not on my watch.”
JO :
Jo notices long before anyone else does.
Not because you say anything, you don’t, but because the way you stand changes. Your shoulders draw in just slightly, your smile fixed a fraction too long, like you’re holding it in place instead of letting it come naturally. Jo has always been observant in that silent way, the kind that misses nothing because he’s never trying to fill the space with words.
His gaze lifts, calm but sharp.
He steps closer, not abruptly. Just enough that his presence is felt. His hand settles at the small of your back, warm and grounding, a quiet anchor that says you don’t have to do this alone.
“Hey,” he says, voice low, even. “You alright?”
The question isn’t for the other person. It’s only for you.
When they keep talking, when they don’t take the hint, Jo doesn’t get louder. He simply turns his body slightly, placing himself between you and them without fanfare, without hostility. It’s subtle, but unmistakable.
“We’re going to step out,” he says. Not sorry. Not if that’s okay. Just a statement of fact.
There’s no aggression in his tone, but there’s something unmovable there. A calm finality that makes it clear this isn’t a discussion.
As he guides you away, his hand never leaves your back. His steps are unhurried, measured, like he has all the time in the world, like no one gets to rush you.
Once you’re somewhere quieter, he finally looks down at you fully, concern softening his features.
“You don’t have to explain,” he says gently, thumb brushing small circles against your side. “But if something like that happens again… I want you to lean on me.”
You murmur something, a soft apology, maybe, and he shakes his head immediately.
“Don’t,” he says, firmer now. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
His gaze is steady, reassuring. “I’ve got you,” he adds, simple and sincere. “Always.”
HARUA :
Harua notices the change immediately. Not because you say anything, you haven’t, but because his instincts kick in the moment he senses tension radiating off you. Your eyes dart just a little too fast, your hands fidgeting, your laugh a shade too sharp. The slight unease is enough for him to know something is off.
He moves closer, voice low and soft but carrying a subtle weight. “Hey… are you okay?”
You give a small, nervous smile, trying to brush it off. Harua tilts his head slightly, scrutinizing you. His gaze is firm, steady, and somehow entirely grounding.
When the person making you uncomfortable doesn’t get the hint, Harua doesn’t hesitate. He steps forward, close enough that his presence is undeniable, his shoulder brushing yours almost imperceptibly. “I think we should step somewhere else,” he says, calm but authoritative. No argument, no pleading, just a quiet command that leaves no room for resistance.
He links an arm with yours, a subtle but protective gesture, guiding you away from the situation. His grip is warm, reassuring, and unshakable, and he keeps his voice low, murmuring as you walk, “You don’t have to explain anything… I’ve got you.”
Once you’re in a safe, quieter space, he releases a slow, relieved breath. His hand brushes against yours, almost unconsciously, as if grounding himself as much as you. “It’s okay,” he says softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You don’t have to deal with that alone. Ever.”
Even when you try to protest, to downplay it, he shakes his head, a small, gentle smile touching his lips. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just… don’t want you feeling cornered.”
Harua’s presence isn’t loud, but it’s all-encompassing. He doesn’t just remove you from the uncomfortable moment, he makes it clear, without words, that you’re safe, cared for, and never on your own.
TAKI :
Taki notices before you even realize it yourself. There’s a subtle tension in the air, a slight edge in the way someone’s words linger too long, or the way your laugh falters just enough. His sharp eyes catch it instantly, and his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
“Hey,” he murmurs, stepping closer with that casual confidence he wears so easily. “You good?”
You force a small smile, trying to wave it off, but Taki’s not buying it. Not for a second. He tilts his head, grin teasing but eyes serious, and says, “Nah… you’re hiding something. I can see it.”
The person making you uncomfortable doesn’t notice his quiet tension, doesn’t realize how easily it could snap. But Taki does, and he isn’t the type to sit back. In one smooth movement, he casually positions himself between you and the other person, an effortless shield. “Uh… think we should take a little walk?” His tone is light, joking, but there’s steel under the surface, unspoken warning enough to make anyone hesitate.
He loops his arm with yours, tugging gently but firmly, guiding you away from the situation. “Don’t worry about a thing,” he murmurs, voice warm, low, playful, just for you. “I’ve got you. No one’s messing with you while I’m around.”
Even as you try to laugh it off, Taki’s smirk softens, his eyes locking onto yours. “Seriously, you don’t have to put up with that. Not now, not ever.” His grip on your hand tightens slightly, not to control, but to reassure.
By the time you’re in a quieter spot, he nudges your shoulder with his own, teasing a little to break the tension. “See? Nothing to worry about.” Then, softer, just for you: “I’ve always got your back. Always.”
MAKI :
Maki notices it almost immediately, though he’s not one to make a scene. His eyes flick toward you, catching the smallest hint of unease in the way you shift or force a laugh. He tilts his head, calm but alert, assessing the situation quietly.
“Hey,” he says softly, stepping just a little closer, his tone casual but firm. “Everything okay?”
You hesitate, trying to brush it off, but Maki doesn’t let it go. He leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed lightly, studying the other person with an unspoken warning in his gaze. He doesn’t need to raise his voice; his presence alone makes it clear he’s paying attention.
“You don’t have to pretend,” he says, softer now, reaching out to lightly touch your arm. “If someone’s making you uncomfortable, we handle it. No one’s allowed to make you feel small.”
The person notices the subtle shift, the calm authority in Maki’s posture, and instinctively recoils, even if they don’t fully understand why.
He steps a little closer, just enough to close the gap, his eyes on you. “Come on, let’s step away for a bit,” he says gently, guiding you with a firm yet careful hand at your elbow. “Don’t let anyone make you feel anything less than yourself.”
Once you’re in a quieter spot, he exhales softly, glancing at you with that mix of care and quiet pride. “See?” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing to worry about. You’re safe with me.”
Maki’s protection isn’t loud or dramatic; it’s steady, precise, and quietly unwavering, exactly the kind of reassurance you need.
genre fluff , headcanons , parent au , &team hyung line (plus yuma) x fem!reader (implied marriage for all hcs) cw food mention , toddler/baby stuff , yuma's child is incredibly sassy , not proofread wc 1170 request no note cien did this to me he put these thoughts in my head (well actually i thought of the thoughts myself BUT STILL) and i am in shambles &team as dads :( net @kstrucknet @lune-net
KOGA YUDAI ﾐ 古賀祐大
he’s probably a boy and girl dad, so ends up having at least two kids
but his true form is a goofy dad
will match his childrens energy 200%
always making silly faces and getting them to laugh
would carry them on his shoulders, swing them around, hold them upside down, do the little airplane flying when he’s lying on the ground, etc
all the types of play that are exciting when they’re little
there’s not a day where he fails to find a new activity to entertain your children even as they grow older
from newborn to first day of kindergarten, yudai wants to have fun with his kids
he’ll definitely put them in dance classes when they’re little, but if dance isn’t their thing, that’s fine too!
would always encourage sports and physical activity as main hobbies so that his kids can create memories outdoors while staying active
and he will never miss a game
his children will also be best dressed, taking after their father’s fashion
he loves to dress up his kids and picks the cutest matching outfits for them as well
his camera roll is filled with them and only them (and a few pics of you he snapped while you weren’t looking— he loves his candids)
MURATA FUMA ﾐ 村田風雅
boy dad, and his son is like his carbon copy
pokemon was the toy of choice since his child was still in the womb, and heck, you probably have a pokemon themed nursery, as well as plushies, clothes, and other toys
his kid’s favourite pokemons are probably snorlax or mudkip which goes adorably for buying things
frankly fuma is out of control with it
his son loves it, he himself is obsessed with it, there’s no cap on the budget when it comes to bonding with his child over the simple collectibles
he’s the best at introducing new foods to his son, even when he’s scared to try something
seeing his dad eat it and make it look like the yummiest thing always works like a charm
you have your husband to thank for getting your toddler to actually enjoy vegetables
although fuma is a bit paranoid about his child’s health
and absolutely panics whenever his son is sick
he’s not the type to fuss over “healthy” food— as long as his son is eating and getting the nutrients he needs, fuma will absolutely allow sweet treats
speaking of worrying, fuma is a huge worrier :(
he can’t help but be concerned over the littlest things when it comes to his son
very protective over him, but also gives him advice and guidance and is easily the best role model you could ask for your son to have
WANG YIXIANG ﾐ 王奕翔
he’s a boy dad and his son is just as much of a softie as he is
raises the shyest kid to ever walk the earth
has to always encourage his son to make new friends or try new things
because his little boy is just so hesitant and afraid of so many things
nicholas wants to show his son how fun things can be as well as dispelling the fear that his kid has
this takes little baby steps and hand holding, but nicholas is the best at being patient and comforting with his son
always tries to give his son a healthy push, but when it gets overwhelming, he understands as well
every small milestone is celebrated like it’s a big deal
because to nicholas, it is
every time he sees his son smile, his heart bursts in his chest
he has the closest bond imaginable with his child, and as such, often spends time playing with him alone even after he’s reached the age that most kids would want to play with their friends
will sing and play guitar or piano with his son, which is one of the few things that isn’t so terrifying to his little brain
even when a wrong note is pressed, the two can laugh it off together and enjoy the process of learning new songs together
he has the cutest father son musical duets to show off to you
BYUN EUIJOO ﾐ 변의주
girl dad in the house
his little daughter will grow up to love watching movies, especially ghibli ones
and well, ponyo may be her favourite for a reason
points and giggles whenever she sees ponyo to compare with her dad
euijoo can’t get over how cute it is every time
he’s the soft and caring type of dad, like he’s incapable of ever getting mad at his daughter
he will scold her when she does something wrong, although it breaks his heart to see her pout and tears
he’s the best at comforting her as well, and it seems as if there’s no safer place than in her father’s arms
loves to play dress up with his daughter, whether it’s a princess tea party or dinosaur onesies
tries to learn how to do his daughter’s hair, to varying success
but he is the best at picking out bows or cute hair accessories for her
reads a bedtime story to her every night, and sometimes has to think of his own stories off the top of his head when his little girl insists on making a new story together
loves to go on walks with his kid or plan cute picnics
peels oranges for his daughter, they’re her favourite fruit
she likes to eat the segments from biggest to smallest saving the cutest piece of orange for last
NAKAKITA YUMA ﾐ 中耒田悠真
this man is a girl dad and he creates the sassiest child by accident
every time his daughter shows you attitude, he has to remind her that it’s no way to treat her mother
you blame yuma for your daughter’s sassiness
yuma is convinced it was partly you as well
either way, you have a bold and cheeky toddler on your hands, and dealing with her can be hard work
fighting her sassiness with more sassiness only works part of the time
gentle words aren’t too effective, yet strongly worded ones often give the opposite affect yuma and you intend
whenever yuma has to introduce his daughter to new people, he’s always a little nervous about how she’ll behave
but he quickly figures out that she knows when and where she can have attitude, and puts on the perfect princess act around strangers
it makes yuma laugh and also slightly impresses him the grasp his daughter has on people already
despite it sometimes feeling like fighting fire with fire, yuma and his kid have a very close bond
and he would protect her from anything
he’s proud of the things she can do as well— her sassy sarcastic attitude shows how smart she really is, and witty as well
although she may not use it for the most perfect reasons
yuma can always joke around and laugh with his kid, his humour matching his daughter’s perfectly
and sometimes he enjoys seeing who can be sassier (it is always his daughter)
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✧ three weeks after the breakup, nicholas is barely holding himself together in the dorm. but when he finds the scrapbook you made for your anniversary, he’s forced to relive every moment you built together—and realize none of it ever really stopped mattering.
✧ part 1 | part 2
✧ nicholas x reader | exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, flashback-heavy, emotional breakup fic, idol/band au | wc: ~3.4k
✧ author’s note: wait i think i like writing angst… should i do a part 2??
✧ keep reading if you want to stay a while ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
the dorm felt too quiet without you.
not physically quiet—someone was always doing something. the tv in the living room played at low volume, one of the members was laughing somewhere down the hall, and footsteps passed every few minutes—but none of it reached him properly. everything sounded far away now, muffled behind the constant static in his head.
nicholas sat on the edge of his bed, staring at absolutely nothing.
three weeks.
three weeks since the breakup, and somehow everything still looked exactly the same while feeling completely ruined.
his phone buzzed beside him again.
he didn’t check it.
a knock sounded against the doorframe before it pushed open slightly.
“hey.”
ej leaned against the doorway, arms crossed loosely. his expression shifted almost immediately when he saw nicholas sitting there in the dark.
“you didn’t eat again?”
nicholas shrugged without looking up. “not hungry.”
“that’s what you said yesterday.”
“and the day before,” k added as he appeared behind ej, carrying a convenience store bag. “at this point it’s getting annoying.”
nicholas huffed a weak laugh through his nose, but it died quickly.
k stepped into the room anyway and tossed a drink onto the bed beside him. “you look terrible.”
“thanks.”
“you’re welcome.”
for a second, none of them said anything.
ej glanced around the room carefully, like he was trying to check how bad things had gotten without making it obvious. clothes half-folded. empty water bottles. a hoodie tossed over the lamp. the kind of mess that happens when someone stops caring little by little instead of all at once.
“have you talked to her?” ej asked carefully.
nicholas shook his head.
“did she text?”
another shake.
k sighed quietly and sat on the floor near the bed. “you’re seriously just gonna rot in here forever?”
“maybe.”
“that’s dramatic.”
“i’m literally heartbroken.”
“you’re also irritating.”
that got another tiny laugh out of him.
tiny. brief. gone again.
k and ej exchanged a look.
“come eat with us later,” ej said softly. “even if you don’t feel like talking.”
nicholas nodded vaguely, though all three of them knew it probably meant no.
the door clicked shut behind them after a few more minutes, leaving the room silent again.
too silent.
nicholas rubbed both hands over his face before finally forcing himself to move. he bent down beside the bed, reaching for his charger that had fallen between a stack of boxes.
that’s when he saw it.
a dark blue scrapbook tucked halfway underneath one of them.
his stomach dropped instantly.
no.
slowly, carefully, he pulled it out.
the edges were worn from being opened too many times. little stickers still clung crookedly to the cover, and in faded silver marker were the words:
“3 years with you ♡”
his chest physically hurt.
he swallowed hard and opened it anyway.
the first page was messy and overdecorated in the way you always liked—tiny notes in the corners, ticket stubs taped beside pictures, little arrows pointing to inside jokes only the two of you understood.
his thumb brushed over one photo.
a park bench at night.
both of you were mid-laugh, posed horribly off-center because you’d been running against a timer.
and suddenly—
—
“wait, wait, it’s counting!”
“i know it’s counting!”
“you pushed the button too early!”
“run faster then!”
nicholas nearly tripped over the curb trying to sprint back toward the bench while you were already doubled over laughing beside him.
the phone balanced dangerously against your drink cup on the pavement, timer flashing down.
3… 2…
he threw himself onto the bench dramatically at the last second, grabbing your shoulders to yank you into frame.
the picture snapped right as you both burst into laughter.
“oh my god,” you wheezed immediately, grabbing the phone. “you look insane.”
“you blinked!”
“because you elbowed me in the face!”
“that sounds like a you problem.”
you gasped in fake offense before shoving him hard enough to make him slide sideways on the bench.
the night air had been cold enough to turn your noses pink, but neither of you cared. you both stayed there for almost an hour taking increasingly worse timer photos.
one where he fell mid-run.
one where you laughed so hard you disappeared entirely from frame.
one blurry picture where he was kissing your cheek while you looked at the camera with wide, betrayed eyes.
“i’m putting this one in the scrapbook,” you announced proudly.
“delete that immediately.”
“never.”
“people will think i’m in love with you.”
you smiled then.
soft. easy. certain.
“you are.”
and god, he was.
—
nicholas blinked hard and looked away from the photo.
his chest tightened painfully.
he turned the page.
another picture.
this one quieter.
the two of you sitting on the floor of your apartment surrounded by half-finished takeout containers and fairy lights. you’d fallen asleep against his shoulder while he looked down at you with that unconscious softness people only have when they don’t realize they’re being watched.
his throat closed.
—
he flipped to another page.
this one was different.
a rooftop.
—
city lights stretching endlessly below you both, the night wind tugging at your hair and making the world feel like it belonged to only the two of you for a little while. you were wrapped in his jacket, sleeves swallowed past your hands, while he stood behind you pretending not to notice how you kept leaning back into him for warmth.
his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, firm in the way of something familiar. his chin rested lightly near your shoulder, and his hands stayed locked around you like they belonged there.
“you’re gonna get sick out here,” he muttered.
“you always say that when we’re here, and guess what? i never do,” you said, smiling a little as you nudged him playfully.
he scoffed, but still adjusted the jacket tighter around your waist without thinking.
you went quiet after a moment, resting your elbows on the edge of the roof and looking out over the city.
“it feels like everything’s so big from up here,” you said softly.
nicholas followed your gaze. “yeah.”
a pause.
then, quieter:
“but it doesn’t feel as scary.”
that made him look at you instead of the city.
you were smiling a little, not the loud kind this time. something steadier.
“you know,” you added, “i think if i ever feel lost, i’d still find my way back to you.”
his breath caught slightly at that.
“that’s a lot of pressure,” he said, trying to keep it light.
you turned toward him fully, the wind pushing your hair across your face.
“no,” you said simply. “it’s just where i want to end up.”
he didn’t answer right away.
he just looked at you like he was trying to memorize something he already knew he’d never forget.
then, quieter than everything else:
“i could do forever with you.”
you blinked at him, surprised by the honesty.
then you smiled—slow, certain, devastating in its softness.
“good,” you said. “because i already planned on it.”
—
nicholas shut the scrapbook suddenly.
too fast.
his breathing had gone uneven.
he stared at the cover for a long moment before pressing the heel of his hand hard against his eyes.
because the worst part wasn’t missing you.
it was knowing you had loved him that deeply once.
and somehow he still let things fall apart.
a knock sounded again before the door cracked open.
k peeked in first this time. “you alive?”
nicholas didn’t answer immediately.
ej appeared beside him—and both of them stopped when they noticed the scrapbook sitting in his lap.
the room went quiet.
“oh,” ej said softly.
nicholas looked down at it again.
at the stupid stickers.
the bent corners.
the memories you had carefully glued together because you thought you’d have forever to keep adding more.
something in him snapped into place all at once.
not painfully.
clearly.
he stood up so abruptly both ej and k startled.
“nicholas—?”
he shoved the scrapbook carefully back into its box before grabbing his jacket from the chair.
k blinked. “wait, where are you going?”
nicholas was already pulling on a hat, grabbing his keys off the desk.
ej stared at him for a second before realization slowly spread across his face.
and for the first time in weeks, nicholas actually looked awake.
terrified, maybe.
but awake.
he opened the bedroom door and finally said,
“i’m getting my person back.”
then he was gone before either of them could stop him.
warnings: language, kissing, reader cries, taki almost cries, yuma's teasing takes a wrong turn :( , harua's and taki's is like a reverse of this whole plot lmfaoo,
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⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ KOGA YUDAI
kei hadn't seen you in what felt like days.
the last time he spoke with you, you were venting about the amount of upcomings exams and assignments you had. and so, he tried his best to be there for you.
but...he didn't want to be too overbearing. so he also tried his best to give you space.
and with him, himself, getting caught up with work he wasn't able to speak to you.
a few short messages being sent here and there, a small phone call too. but that was it.
so when kei pulled up to your front door, your favorite snacks were in a bag.
he didn't expect for you to open the door and look so...
miserable.
"baby?" was the first word he spoke to you.
and just the sight of him was enough to make your eyes well up with tears.
you pulled him into your house, he kicked the door closed behind him and felt your arms warp around him.
he dropped the bag of snacks, wrapping his own arms around you.
he swayed the two of you for a bit, one hand placed on the top of your head.
"come on, you wanna go relax? watch a movie or take a nap." he spoke to you so softly, your eyes unmoving from his own.
"yeah." you sniffled, holding now one of his hands as you two went to your couch.
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ MURATA FUMA
you think you might just have the most understanding boyfriend ever.
but you also think you might just be the worst girlfriend ever.
you've been canceling a lot on fuma lately, but it isn't your fault entirely. finals season is in action and your teachers have been throwing tests and assignments and essays at you left and right.
the second you finish one, you have another to do. and so you've been postponing and cancling a lot of data plans you two came up with.
today was too much. you took a huge test at school and couldn't even breathe when you got home. your apartment was a mess, your work unfinished and on top of all this. you just got a text from your boyfriend.
poké nerd 🫶: hey baby, the screening for the movie's gonna start soon, are you ready?
fuck.
you completely forgot. again.
you were about to shoot him a text when you heard some knocks on your door. walking over to open it, you already knew who it was.
"ready?" he asked as he stepped in, standing by the front door.
your heart burned. you wanted to throw all your responsibilities out the window just for one day with your boyfriend.
you shook your head. "im sorry, baby, i completely forgot. and i'm really busy. but my semesters almost over, i promise."
you heard a sigh from him. "no." you stepped back in shock. literally.
"what?" he walked over, closer to you now. "you're gonna come out with me, okay? you're gonna come out and we'll have fun and when we get back," he placed a kiss on your forehead. "we can have a study date. I'll help you with your work. guaranteed 100%."
"I-I don't know..." he rolled his eyes playfully, "i do know. and plus, i was a straight A student." he held your face in his hands. "you need a break, y/n. i hate seeing you like this and feeling useless. you can cancel a million times on me and i won't be upset."
he pressed his forehead against yours. "so please. just relax. just for today. you won't regret it, i promise." he smiled, looking into your eyes.
"i love you, honey. so come on, go get dressed." you nodded your head. "i love you too."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ WANG YIXIANG
you were locked in your room all day.
you weren't even eating well or anything, in your mind you didn't have that kind of time to sacrifice.
and your boyfriend was on the other side of your wall, debating with himself on whether he should give you space or go to you.
and just when he was about to knock on your door, see if you were hungry or wanted a break, he heard you shakily sigh. a curse following right after.
he finally went in, seeing you with your back hunched over your desk and your palms pressing into your eyes.
"y/n?" your throat felt so dry at the sound of his voice, "y/n, babe, are you okay..?" you turned around in your chair, your eyes red. and if that was from the tears gathering in them or the lack of sleep, you didn't know.
you shook your head, "god, nico, I just have so much. and I feel like I'm not even close to finishing." you said, your voice cracked at the last word.
wordlessly, he walked over to you, grabbing you by your forearm to stand up in front of him. and he wrapped his arms around you, placing one on the back of your head as he felt your arms go around him.
he could feel the wet tears hitting his shoulder, his heart breaking at it. your occasional shaky breaths did nothing but hurt him more.
"I know, baby. but I want you to know I'm right here, I'm always gonna be right here if you ever wanna talk or take a break." he pulls away from you for a second, looking into your eyes as he places one of his hands on your cheek, cradling your face. "don't let your work kill you. it's not worth ruining yourself over. and we can find you a tutor if you want, hm?"
you wiped your eyes, sniffling. "okay."
he smiles at you, not one of joy or sadness. just one full of love.
"I love you, y/n. you're the strongest person I know." he pressed a kiss to your nose, teasing you.
you laughed softly. "thank you, nicho." you leaned in to press your own lips against his. "I love you too."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ BYUN EUIJOO
euijoo had offered to help you study with a class that you were struggling with. and so, in desperation, you agreed.
the two of you were sitting doing the same kind of problems for the past forty minutes. every single time you thought you finally understood, ej would point out something that you missed.
you were getting sick of it all. you felt so stupid in front of him. getting it wrong every time while he just breezed through it.
and now, once again, you got another practice problem wrong.
you huffed out, dropping your pencil on the table.
"I can't keep doing this, euijoo. this is ridiculous." he shook his head at your words.
"you're getting better, sweetheart. really. you just need a bit more practice." you rolled your eyes. "no, euijoo. i'm just gonna take the F at this point."
he reached a hand over to the table, grabbing yours. "one more. please? and if you still don't get it we'll take a break and get back to it another day." you sighed, nodding your head.
and so after he pointed out your last mistake, and you corrected it he gave you the last question.
you slid your paper over to him, waiting to hear a so close, you just missed one thing. but instead, you heard something different.
"you got it!" your eyes widened, "what?" he smiled at you as he nodded his head. "see I told you, I knew you could do it." he pulled your chair closer to his, pulling you for a hug.
you smiled back, still in disbelief.
"thank you, baby. thank you so much." he blushed at your words, shrugging his shoulders, "it was all you, honey."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ NAKAKITA YUMA
you were cooped up in your room all day. yuma felt like he hadn't seen you in ages, and so of course he wanted to go and bother you.
yuma thought you were probably just tired. he had no idea that you were doing piles of homework and studying. especially considering how, as soon as he arrived at the apartment, you simply greeted him and said, "I'll be out soon, don't come in."
it's only been two hours since then.
without even knocking, he walks into the room, finding you on your bed sat against the headboard with your laptop in your lap.
"wow, y/n. ditching me for some youtube?" he teased, walking over to where you were and pushed your laptop screen shut.
"yuma!" you yelled out, swatting his hand away. "yuma, I swear to god if my work wasn't saved I'm gonna kill you." yuma furrowed his eyebrows. "you were doing homework?"
you opened your laptop, seeing that it did an automatic restart.
"yuma, what the hell is wrong with you? I've been working on that all day!" yuma's hand goes to scratch the back of his neck. "m-maybe it's not gone!"
you breathed out heavily through your nose. "Yuma, just go outside. I told you I'll be out when I'm done." he nodded his head, avoiding your eyes. "I'm sorry.." he whispered, quiet enough that had missed it.
it was an hour and a half later when you came out of your room, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
you were just about to tell your boyfriend that you finished when you saw him asleep on the couch with a bakery box of sweets from your favorite bakery.
now you feel like shit. you yelled at him, kicked him out and never apologized even when he's been waiting for you all day.
you quietly walked over to where yuma was lying asleep on the couch.
"yuma..." you tapped his shoulder. "yuma," you brought a hand up to brush the hairs away from his face.
"mmm." he groaned, opening his eyes to see you.
you swallowed. "yuma, I'm so sorry." you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you. I was just stressed out with school work and-" he brought his bigger hand over to lay on yours. "'s okay," he said, voice a bit heavy. "It's my fault, really."
"I should've known you were doing homework and not have messed with you." his cheeks were dusted a pretty shade of pink.
before you could speak another word, he sat up. "I was waiting for you to finish so we can chill out. y'know get your mind off the work."
you nodded your head, "I'd love that."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ASAKURA JO
you were taking night classes, your least favorite.
you got home late, didn't have much time to clean up or eat or even do your work. and you just wanted the ground to swallow you up as your professor went on and on about the subject.
now, technically, you can just get up and leave. but, you didn't pay for this semester for nothing.
you were dozing off a bit in class when you got a text from your boyfriend.
white rice 😋🤍: I'm gonna pick you up after class today, so see you soon! love you.
you couldn't help but smile at your phone, glad that after a two hour lecture, the first thing you'd see was jo.
you: okayy, love you too!! <33
and now finally, you were done.
you walked outside and saw your boyfriend sitting on a bench.
you walked up to behind him, placing your arms around his shoulders as you press a kiss right on his head.
"honey?" he asked, confusion in his voice. "mm, no. I'm a random woman kissing another girls boyfriend." you teased.
even under the campus lights, you could see your boyfriend's ears turn a light shade of pink.
he cleared his throat, "so, i-i know how you're probably tired right now and stuff...but um, I thought it'd be nice to go on a night walk together. clear our minds, you know?" your heart literally melted on the spot.
your knees? jelly.
all because of your adorable boyfriend.
you nodded your head, giving a kiss on the lips this time.
"of course, I'd love that, baby." you linked your hand with his. "thank you, for always thinking of me."
he tried his best to hide his smile. "its natural for me, y/n. almost like breathing."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ SHIGETA HARUA
what are the odds that you missed your boyfriend's arrival back in japan.
you had promised to meet him at their dorm, you planned a huge surprise and everything.
only for it all to go down the drain.
you forgot.
you were so caught up with your own work and constant studying that you didn't even realize the date came closer than expected.
you were stuck in your room after school. doing your best to finish up as much as you can.
so when you suddenly got a text from taki, you were confused.
taki 🐣: yo, are you gonna be here soon? your bfs acting weird.
you: ??? i cant just spawn in korea
taki 🐣: we landed back here like four hours ago...
with wide eyes, you quickly pulled up the date on your phone.
fuck.
harua did just land.
you rushed out of your room, making sure you look at least put together and threw your shoes on.
you rushed to a nearby cafe that you and harua loved, getting his favorite.
knock knock.
you'd made it over to their dorm about twenty minutes after taki texted you.
nicholas was the one that opened the door for you, offering you a small smile and stepped to the side for you to walk in.
you didn't even need to ask, you knew where harua would be.
you knocked on the door gently before entering his room, pushing the door to see him lying down. back facing you.
you walked over to him, kneeling on the floor beside the bed as you put a hand in his hair. "rua...?" you called out for him hesitantly.
you heard him let out a breath through his nose, turning over as he faced you.
with a strained smile, you grabbed his hand. "harua, I'm so sorry, honey." you brought his hand up to your lips, "I lost track of time, I didn't mean to." he shakes his head, sitting up now. "i-i get it, but I still wish you were the first face I saw.."
that just made you feel like the biggest jerk in the whole world.
you couldn't hold it anymore, you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a hug.
"never again. okay?" he nods his head, "never again." he mirrors your words.
"what do you say, you wanna go to my place and relax?" finally, he smiled. "I'd love that."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ TAKAYAMA RIKI
you had put your phone on silent.
telling yourself you were going to completely put your focus on studying.
you went into your room and left your phone in the kitchen.
now, your boyfriend didn't know this.
he didn't know you had lots of work and he didn't know you put your phone on do not disturb.
for past few days, you and taki had exchanged small texts and check-ins with each other. phone calls barely go on for more than twenty minutes.
the last time he saw you was when you two went on a date. and he thought it went well.
so to not hear from you properly was worrying him.
were you mad at him? did he do something? did you hear something about him?
everything bad was going through his mind.
he decided today he was going to make it up to you. he couldn't take not seeing you anymore.
you were his person. his love.
he bought a bouquet of your favorite flowers and made his way to your house.
it took a few knocks from him for you to finally open the door.
he was freaking out on the inside, his entire plan going out the window as soon as he saw your face.
"taki?" he cleared his throat, swallowing a lump he didn't even know was there.
"y/n, I'm really sorry." he extended his hands out, giving you the flowers. "I d-don't really know what happened but i'll make it up to you. I really hate it when we don't talk."
his voice got quieter at the end as he blinked rapidly.
he didn't even know why he started tearing up, he just did.
your heart ached for him. did you make him think he did something wrong?
you took the flowers from him, placing them down on the cabinet you had near the front door.
you shook your head, "no, baby." you pulled him into your arms, "you didn't do anything, I know you wouldn't even do anything to me." he tucked his head into your shoulder as he sniffled, nodding his head.
"I thought you were upset with me." you softly laughed at his statement. not to make fun of him, but out of his adorableness.
"never. I just had so much to do." he lifted his head, "why weren't you answering my texts and calls?"
okay, now it all made sense.
"I'm so sorry. I should've told you. I just left my phone on silent so I didn't get distracted."
he nodded his head, his expression suddenly becoming shy.
"I just feel like a kid now." he laughs at himself. "can't believe I got upset over that." you cooed at him, he was just too cute.
"no! noo, it's fine. I would've done the same. if anything I would've been more dramatic."
he grabs your hands in his, playing with your fingers.
"do you still have more work?" biting your lip, you nodded your head. "but you could stay with me. as long as you promise to not mess around."
he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head so fast. "and after, we could take a walk? if it's not too late.." he offered.
you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "that's sounds perfect. I'd love to clear my head after it all."
⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ HIROTA RIKI
maki knew how stressed you'd been this past week.
and so, with his only free day he decided to do something for you.
you and maki are both big foodies, you guys are down to try any kind of food. to an extent, of course though.
he made sure you never left your room for the afternoon, getting started on the surprise lunch.
it was a bit tough, but he was determined to do it.
probably about an hour later, maki managed to drag you out of your room.
he sat you down at the dinner table and told you to close your eyes.
confused, you hesitantly lifted your hands up to cover your eyes.
you smelled the food before you saw it, your mouth watering at it all.
"okay! open."
you gasped when you saw the plate in front of you. "maki, you actually made this?" he nodded his head, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
"I know how stressed out you've been...so I wanted to take a few minutes to just sit down with you." you couldn't help the big smile that came onto your face.
you leaned over the table, giving maki a quick kiss on his lips.
you pick up your spoon and dig into the food, tasting it.
your eyes practically sparkled. "maki this is amazing!" he had a shy smile on his face, scratching the back of his neck.
Synopsis : Giving two romance tropes to the teamies
Member : Koga Yudai
Main tropes : Brother's best friend & rivals to lovers
Warnings : He is a prick in the rivals to lovers
Words : 548
Brother’s best friend
K is the best friend of your brother. He is the type of guy you do not really care about, three years older, has clearly dubious social choices and globally not interesting.
Yudai also do not really care because you are just the little sister of his best friend, the girl walking around with a facemask on her face and eating Nutella with a spoon straight out of the pot.
Everything changes when he sees you for the first time in a year, you’re not the silly teenager anymore, but a studious college student. More mature, calm, clever but still reckless.
He is the one that falls first after picking you up from a party, he swears it is just because you are the little sister of his best friend but at the bottom of his heart, he knows its more than that.
After that he starts noticing you, asking about you, caring for you.. Deeply he knows nothing can happen, after all you are the little sister of his best friend.
But yet, the way your eyes look at him changes, the atmosphere is changing whenever you are in the same room, during movie night your fingers sometimes brush against one another.. Can love truly be build in silence and in secret of someone precious to the both of you ?
Rivals to lovers
Prince!Yudai is someone that grew up in a deeply shouldered environment, being taught that as the prince and future king he has the right to do whatever he wants. He is unstoppable, proud and cocky.
So the day a knight beat him in a duel, he naturally starts to grow weary of him. Then he notices him wherever he goes. He is strong, a great archer, amazing at sword fighting. He was also clever and kind to everyone.
He despised that knight. And the knight, you, also despised him.
As a young girl, you were born in a noble family, and when your older brother passed away at 9 from the fever, your parents ordered you to replace him to keep the family standing. Officially, you had died, and he lived.
You had been brought up to hide, be discreet but still represent your family. Be strong.
So, when at 22 years old you had to go the palace, become a knight and met the prick of a prince you could not help but hate him. He was nothing but an arrogant idiot who thought he was better than everyone else.
The two of you started a rivalry, fighting whenever you could, dueling whenever. The most random things became the reason, the pretense for fighting.
Everything changed when one day, on your period you fainted during training. That day Yudai realised that maybe he cared a bit for you.
Following that event everything changed, he noticed more, cared more.
You still hated him though.
One day, he was going to see you in your room, officially to get back one of his poetry books. But that day, he saw you, not the male you, but the female you.
And perhaps, that’s when he realised that maybe you were not that bad. Following that day, he progressively became a huge puppy following you around and falling for you deeper and deeper.
Author’s Note: Never thought my first fic would be &Team, but here we are. Totally obsessed with them these days. They got me in a chokehold. Anyway, let me know your thoughts! Friendly reminder, YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORKS ANYWHERE.
Bf! Kei x Gf! Black reader
Synopsis: Your bf calls you clingy. It dissolves into a fight. You distance yourself to preserve your peace. He tries to work it out relentlessly.
Content: Slight angst w/ happy ending, little smut if you squint, gym bros &Team, hurt reader, slightly mean boyfie K, misunderstandings
Word Count: 5.3k
You and Kei had been dating for 3 months.
It started out when you bought a membership at his gym. You saw him often in passing and developed quite the gym crush. You found yourself thirsting after him with no real ambition to do anything about it. You figured you weren’t his type anyway. You had seen the type of women who would fake not knowing how to do an exercise just so he could help them. You were noticeably nothing like them. So you kept your distance, sneaking casual glances every now and then. Then one day, he seemed to notice you.
You were doing dynamic stretches for a warmup. You sat on the mat stretching to open your hips for better mobility during leg day. That’s when he approached you. He asked if anyone was taking up the space next to you. You shook your head no and kept going about your routine. Were you freaking out? Yes, a little. Who could blame you? He was cute. Then he decided to make conversation.
He talked about appreciating people who respected the art of taking care of the body correctly in tandem with their work out. He indicated towards your warm up stretches. “I’ve worked here as an instructor occasionally. You’d be surprised by the amount of people who don’t follow proper stretching protocol before an extensive weight training session.”
After that, it seemed like he acknowledged you. Somehow, some way, any time your schedules aligned, he would always find an excuse to be around you. “Oh, I need a wipe to clean down my station.” “Just reaching past you to get this weight.” “I can give you a few pointers on your form if you’d like.” He was always in orbit, hovering just out of the corner of your eye.
Gradually, you began to develop a friendship the more you spoke. He introduced you to his friends among the community gym. You started hanging out with them more often than your own friends. Then one night, Kei asked you to be his girlfriend. Now, fast forward to present day where you were having an increasingly frustrating conversation with your boyfriend.
“How is going to Fuma’s birthday party me being clingy all of a sudden?” You were trying to understand why he suddenly had an issue with you attending a social outing. “You’re not exactly subtle. You practically wear a billboard on your forehead saying ‘I like Kei’.” What the hell did that mean?
“What’s wrong with that?” You questioned. The poor dishes in your sink, primary victim to your frustration. You were scrubbing hard to ground yourself from the frustration brewing within you. “You wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea.” This gave you pause. “Which is what?”
“That we’re dating.” The dishes you had been washing clattered in the sink. There’s no way he meant it the way you thought he did. Right? Being associated with you couldn’t have been the problem. “But we are.”
“Yeah. And we agreed to keep it low key.” Suddenly, you started to get the idea that maybe you two being together was the issue. “I don’t understand. You’re the one who pushed for us to keep our relationship a secret. I have complied for the most part. But demanding that I don’t show up to my friend’s party is insane.”
“He’s only your friend because you met through me.” He rebutted. “What is your issue?” You grit through clenched teeth, offended by his choice of words. “Just— can you please not go to the party?” He sighs. Staring at the wall in silent contemplation, you truly were in shock. Was he somehow embarrassed of you? Did he no longer want to be in the relationship? Too caught up in your web of thoughts, you found yourself spiraling. Anger, pain, and frustration at the forefront of your mind. Maybe it was better not to see him tonight. “Okay, Yudai.” You sigh.
“Thank you. I love yo—” You hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence.
Your phone immediately buzzes with a text. Why did you hang up?
You don’t respond, instead, opening your message thread with Fuma, communicating that you would no longer be in attendance. The best you could do was make up an excuse that you were sick.
That’s ok. Thnx for letting me know. Make sure you eat some warm soup so you can feel better soon 👍🏼
Within minutes, Kei texts again. Thank you, baby. Luv u. You don’t respond, opting to let him sit in the uncomfortability of your silence. But you damn sure did make it known that your read receipts were on.
The whole evening, you expected more texts from Kei. Maybe even with him apologizing for being a dick. To your surprise though, no such texts come through. Hardly any do, except for the ones in the shared group chat you have with his friends. All blowing up your phone from the party.
You switch over to Instagram to view everyone’s stories. They seem to be having fun. Wistful, you wish you could be there for the celebration. But in a moment like that, you really hadn’t been sure what to do. Opting not to go was better than arguing with Kei. Best believe you were gonna have words with him later though.
Then, you swipe on a story that makes you freeze.
It was your boyfriend, in a picture with a girl who was a mutual friend of some of the guys. You didn’t know her well, but you knew enough to know she had an obvious crush on your man. Yudai knew this too, well— you had told him on numerous occasions that you suspected she liked him. He just laughed it off as her being a younger friend that admired him as a brother.
He was wrong. Most men stupidly are. You’re a woman, you know good and damn well when another girl is checking for a man. Especially when the man in question is yours.
In her story, he’s got his arm around her shoulder while she kisses his cheek. He smiles at the camera, her posing with a peace sign cutely. Your blood simmers with rage.
So that’s why he didn’t want you to attend. She was gonna be there. He must have wanted to have his cake and eat it without you around to bear witness. That’s fine. If he wants to call you clingy and act single, then you can give him a preview of the single life before sending him on his way.
Your thumb hovered over the screen before liking her story. Then you unfollow her and Yudai respectively. Closing your phone, you scream into the pillow. Was it irrational? Yes. But three months of sneaking around was starting to affect you. Everyone had their insecurities, but this was making you feel like there was something wrong with you.
What was the point of being in a relationship if you had to hide it from your friends? Why approach you if he was gonna be embarrassed by it? Why couldn’t he just leave you the fuck alone if that were the case? Ugh.
In the late hours of the night, your phone buzzes. It’s Yudai. Bby, miss uuuuuu wanna cum c uuuuu. It’s clear by the way he types that he’s had one too many drinks.
Are you drunk, Yudai?
Nooooo, ‘m perfectly s ober 🙂↕️
You should go home. You’re drunk.
Bu I wan come c uuuu 😔
I’m gonna text Nico and tell him to take you home.
Nooooooooo
You text Nicholas and EJ, asking them to confiscate Kei’s phone and take him home. They do. The next morning, there's a knock at your apartment door. You open it to find Yudai on the other side. He is pouting. “Baby, you didn’t answer my texts or calls this morning.”
A part of you truly had no time for this. You were still licking your own wounds from the previous night. You didn’t have time to console a manchild from being upset with repercussions of his own making. “I was busy cooking before I started cleaning.” That much was true. Weekends typically were reset days where you cleaned from top to bottom. You were a firm believer that a clean space meant a clean mind. “Oh. Can I come in?” You felt the need to be petty. If he wanted to spend last night separate from you, then surely he could spend his Saturday elsewhere. “It’s gonna be a busy day Kei. I’ve got a lot of chores to do.”
“I can help.” He exclaims.
“That’s sweet, but you and I both know you’ll distract me.” He nods his head in contemplation for a bit. “Okay, I just wanted to come over and see you. And to apologize if I was a little mean yesterday.” If? A little? It took everything in you to control your face.
“Yeah, Yudai. I know you didn’t mean it. Thanks for the apology anyway.” He searches your face for a moment before humming in agreement. He can tell that something is off. But he’s just chalking it up to the workload ahead of you. You always did hate chores.
“Okay baby, don’t stress yourself out too much with it.”
“I won’t. Also, can you give this gift to Fuma for me?” You lean past the open door to the side table in your walkway. You pick up the gift bag and hand it to Kei. He furrows his brows. “Why not just give it to him yourself?”
“Because I’m not sure I’ll have time to in the next few days.” Your head tilts in increasing frustration. Part of you wanted him to take the gift and get out. The other part of you felt bad for feeling that way; only slightly. “You’ll see him at the gym though.” He tilts his head in confusion. “Can you just— please give it to him for me? I’d rather not hold on to it.” You sigh exasperatedly. He pauses for a fraction of a moment before taking the gift from you. “Yeah.”
“Thanks.”
“I'm gonna head out now. Make sure to take a break every now and then. Love you.” He leans forward to kiss you. You turn so the kiss lands on your cheek. You feel him stare at you for a fraction of a moment.
“Love you too,” you mumble back. And you really did, but what was this love costing you? He nods, backing up. “I’ll text you?” You nod back as he leaves.
Conversation between the two of you was scarce after that. Anytime he would ask to come over, you would make up an excuse, saying you were busy. When he would call or text, you would answer, just not as conversational as usual. Even with FacTime, you were hardly in the frame. He’s called you out on that twice.
“I’m just not feeling too pretty right now babe.” And he would pout before telling you how much he loved you. How beautiful you were to him.
But you were still insecure with the way he called you clingy. The word choice was not lost on you. It fell too easily from his lips. You also couldn’t shake the image of him cozied up with that girl when you pointed out numerous times her interest in him.
You even stopped showing up to the gym and weekly hangouts. The guys definitely noticed. Fuma wondered if you were still feeling sick. Some of the guys playfully scolded you. EJ gave you space, sending cheerful words of encouragement. Jo sent memes of puppies to pass the time. No one pushed it. They just assumed you were going through things.
And then, you canceled your membership.
You went to the gym on a day where you knew the two youngest would not be working the front desk. You also did so strategically around Fuma and Kei’s personal training schedules. Per the contract, you had to go in personally to cancel the membership. The front desk asked a series of questions regarding why you were leaving.
Was the service less than exemplary? Was the equipment unsatisfactory? Short answer, no. You were just looking for something different. And that was true.
You didn’t want to cling onto your man like some lost puppy. Yeah you integrated into his friend group, but you had your own friends too. You had been meaning to get into Pilates anyway. What greater opportunity to give your boyfriend space than to cancel your membership at his gym and sign up at the local Pilates place downtown?
It should’ve been fine. But you forgot they log names into the system for cancellations. Which is how everyone found out that something had to be wrong. You should’ve known. Maki had been on schedule checking the weekend logs when he saw it. Your name was on the cancellation list. Call him dramatic, but he could sense the impending doom from a mile away. What better way to get answers than to consult the chat?
Notifications kept popping off left and right. It was practically an interrogation. It was news to Kei as well that you had decided to cut your membership. He was surprised you would make that kind of decision without consulting him. Was there something from his gym that you were missing? He wanted to ask, but his own ego had taken a personal hit. So, he had to act nonchalant to not raise suspicion. What blew everything up further though was Harua’s observation. He had said it so innocently. But the damage was done.
Oh, you unfollowed Kei too?
The chat went silent for a split second before your phone started blowing up again. This time, it was messages from the chat and several missed calls from Kei, Maki, and Taki. The former, definitely mad. The latter two, just nosy.
Yuma: what’s going on?
Nico: 👀👀👀
Kei Private Message: Answer the phone.
You just turned your phone on silent, not wanting to deal with the brewing storm. That’s how you found yourself at your door 30 minutes later, Kei breathing harshly on the other side. He said nothing as he brushed past you into your apartment. He stood in the middle of your living room waiting for you to speak. “You have something you wanna share with the class?” He asks.
“What do you want me to say?” You lean against the wall leading to your kitchen, arms crossed as a preventative measure to keep yourself from saying something you might regret. It was practically on the tip of your tongue. Vicious words were always a way to hurt Kei. But you couldn’t hurt him the way you were hurting. So you stayed quiet in the wake of his rant.
“How ‘bout start with what’s going on with you.” He growls in frustration. That was unfair. What right did he have to be upset with you when he had done nothing but bulldoze over your feelings the last few weeks? “You’ve been unlike yourself for over a week, ghosting everyone in the chat, ghosting me. And now you unfollow me on Instagram? What's up with that?” So he had noticed. And instead of rationally comforting his girlfriend when something was clearly wrong, he took to throwing partially true accusations around. If pissing you off was the goal, he was succeeding.
“I don’t think we should see each other for a while.” You blurt out, hurt that he would rather point out your actions than own up to his own mistakes. There is a pregnant pause where he analyzes you carefully. “So what,” he says, voice thick with something heavy in his chest. “You ghost me and now you wanna break up?”
“No, I’m just giving you space.” Immediately, no. He wasn’t having that. In fact, he refused to receive it. Giving each other space was nowhere on his list of things to do with you. Not even close.
“I don’t want space.”
“Well I do.” He regards you with a moment of clarity. You could see the exact moment enlightenment dawned on him. It was always a skill of his, being able to pinpoint discrepancies with laser focus precision. Studying your body language was second nature to him. His sharp gaze felt like being under a microscopic lens. He squints.
“If this is about the birthday party, I already apologized—” You cut him off quickly. There was no way he was about to gaslight you. “It’s about more than the stupid fucking party, Yudai.”
He takes in a deep breath of surprise. “Since when do you cuss at me?”
“Since you started acting dense. Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?” It’s like you had to hold his hand to walk him through it. “Because I didn’t want you going to Fuma’s party?” Oh he had the nerve. You’ll give him that.
“It’s not just that. It’s about why you asked me. It’s about what you said. It’s about how you said it. And it’s about your actions at the party.” It’s like he wanted to be single at this point. Because there was no way this cute, cute man you were hopelessly in love with was this oblivious to his own actions.
“What did I do at the party?” You scoff. Of course that’s what he would focus on.
“I saw you cuddled up to that girl. Mind you, the same girl I told you had a crush on you.” He groans, fed up with the constant accusation.
“It’s not even like that. She’s just a friend.” He cannot be serious right now. How dare he gripe and complain about something that clearly bothered you. Your eye twitched so hard it might as well have been a spasm.
“She was kissing you.” He rolled his eyes.
“It was just the cheek.”
“Koga Yudai.” The room sits heavy with silence. Disappointment rolls off of your body. “How dare you disrespect me like my feelings don’t matter.” Your voice is wet with emotion. There is a clear moment of regret on his face. He reaches for you. “Baby—” You step back before he can do so.
“What are we even doing?” You question as the cracks in your relationship fissure deeper into your skin. “I’m sorry.” He is desperate, an unsettled feeling blooming within his chest. “For what?!” You exclaim.
“For invalidating your feelings. I shouldn’t have let her kiss me knowing how you feel about her being around me.”
“What else?” He stares in confusion, puzzled by what else could possibly be wrong.
“Yudai, do you even love me?” Worn out. You are so worn out by wanting to love this man so much, yet not even able to do it publicly. “Of course, baby.”
“Why are you embarrassed to admit to your friends that we’re dating?” There’s a moment where you can visibly see him fluster. He stutters out a response, but it is incomprehensible. “Are you just playing with me? Hoping to pass the time?”
“I love you, Y/N. I swear.” These days, it didn't quite feel like it.
“Then why hide?” His head hung low with shame. At least he had the decency to feel some type of remorse.
“Because I love you too much. I’ve never been this crazy about a woman before. And the guys know that. If they knew how desperate you make me, they’d never let me live it down.” He confesses.
“Saving face is more important than declarations of love? A fucking social reputation?”
“It’s more than that—”
“No, it isn’t. It’s you not being man enough to publicly claim me as your girlfriend. You’re a coward.” You whisper. Clarity guiding you now more than ever.
“Don’t do that to me.”
“No, Kei. I’m just… I’m tired. And I’m starting to think we both want different things.”
“Don’t say that.”
You continue, “I want a lover who’s brave. Someone who can love me in public and in private. I don’t want to question whether I’m good enough or not. I need someone who isn’t scared to show me off to our mutual friends. That’s the least I deserve. If you can’t give me that, then maybe you should leave.”
“Please—”
“Go.” You command with finality.
Lump in his throat, Kei gathers himself and walks out of your apartment. You had expected him to put up more of a fight. But maybe he was just as worn out as you. Fragile relationship fraying at the seams. What little torment you could see behind his eyes had come out full display by mid conversation. Maybe space was for the best. At least that’s what you told yourself, sitting in the middle of your living room floor with silent tears cascading down your face. Yeah, space was good.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, it is clear that something had transpired with you. While you don’t avoid the group chat per se, you do make yourself scarce when Yudai is around. It isn’t easy, seeing his name flash across the screen and wanting to respond with dumb memes. You aren’t sure if it’s easy for him, but he seems to be handling it well. He was a constant presence in the chat. Typical Yudai. You guess it was better for him to keep up the ruse this way. That hurt your heart a bit. But you were making do with the absence of him.
You went back to spending time with your friends. Your girls. You went out more, finding a new love for pilates. You spent more time loving yourself, taking care of you. In that time though, you learned that you really did miss Kei. You missed holding his hand, kissing him, missed when he squished your cheeks right before biting them. You missed the back hugs when he would cook for you, missed workouts together. You missed the way he would look at you in the lowlight of your living room, feet propped up on his lap as you yapped about the latest thing you were interested in. And he would stare lovingly, happy to participate in this tiny space of love you resided in. You missed it all. And now that you had him, you were scared to prepare yourself for what life would look like without him again. Did he even miss you? You weren’t sure.
Unbeknownst to you in your contemplation, across town, Kei was doing the brave thing. Sitting in Harua and Jo’s shared apartment, silence surrounded the space of his confession.
Finally, Yuma breaks the silence. “What do you mean the two of you are dating?”
“What do you mean it’s been months?” Maki.
“Why are we just now finding out?” Harua.
“Is that why she's upset?” Jo, ever the observant one.
At his quiet observation, the room falls silent again. Nicholas breaks it. “No fucking way. Tell me you didn’t.” He gasps. Kei nods his head in disappointment at himself. Collective groans of disbelief resound throughout the room.
“Brother, you had the opportunity to call this beautiful woman your girlfriend, and your first thought was to hide her?” Fuma deadpans. Kei tried his best to explain. He really did. But his friends were not having it.
“Is he stupid? Bro bagged a baddie and didn’t say anything? Maaaan, she would’ve been on my lockscreen, would’ve been on my sweater, would’ve been on my necklace. Hell, I would probably get a bullhorn and announce it to the world. Instagram definitely would’ve seen her on my feed. Can’t let anyone think they have a chance with her.” Of course Maki had to add his additional two cents.
“Yeah, there’s like plenty of dudes at the gym that want her. That was stupid.” Nico.
“Do you think I have a chance with her?” Taki. Yuma slaps him upside the head.
“Everyone’s right. You are pretty stupid.” Ah, EJ. What happened to sugar coating things? “You don’t deserve her.” Jo states softly.
“You know what, fuck yeah Jo. He doesn’t deserve her.” Maki, once again.
Needless to say, Kei received a proper scolding from his friends. Then they helped him understand how events had transpired from your point of view. He can admit he was a dick regarding your feelings. It couldn't have been easy to navigate social circles without being able to be a couple with your boyfriend. He had taken that opportunity from you. He was ashamed. Which is why he had to make it up to you.
It started out as little things. He would deliver a single rose to your door daily. Then, he would send you food after posting on your story that you were hungry. He knew all your favorites. You want the honey chicken with veggie fried rice from your favorite Chinese restaurant? You got it. You want tasty, tangy barbecue? No worries, there’s a good spot 15 minutes up the street. He’ll totally get it for you. What’s that? You want coffee? He’s express ordering it to your job right now. Oh, you craving a world class omelet full of nutrition and protein? Bet. This one he made from scratch and hand delivered to you before taking off down the hall so you wouldn’t see him. Even still, you totally knew it was him. And it was sweet the amount of effort he put into the things he knew about you. Then came the letters.
Yudai was always good with his words. When you first realized how romantic he was, it took your breath away. You had sat under the stars one night after a meal out with the boys. He had said something about stars being suns of distant planets. Then he turned to you with this cheeky grin saying, “Even with all the stars in the sky, none shine brighter than you. Maybe that’s why I’m always looking at you. My little star.” Was it cheesy? Yes. But his words caused you to melt 1000%. Because damn, who knew he had it in him?
So imagine your surprise when he starts leaving them for you. Somehow he had bribed any and everybody in your office to hand deliver you his letters to you. Like clockwork, you received an envelope for every day of the week. Sometimes two if he was feeling sappy. And his words flowed like poetry. You never realized how much he paid attention to you until reading the confessions of his letters. And you were happy, because he was trying.
Still, he hadn’t shown his face. But you did hear from Harua that he had told them about you two. That put a smile on your face for the entire day.
But now, you were a bit nervous for tonight. The boys had called a get together and requested that you attend. No arguments. There was no way you could get out of it. You would especially be threatened by the younger ones if you even tried to protest. Something about knowing where you sleep. Whatever that meant. And sure, you and Kei technically were still dating. But you would hardly consider yourself conversational after that fight. You hadn't properly talked in weeks. Just Yudai silently showing the ways he was devoted to you. He was cutely apologetic. Tonight however, he was on a mission.
You were standing in Fuma’s kitchen talking to EJ. He was going on about some girl that he liked and needed advice. It was nice seeing him like this. He was typically shy. He and Jo being two of the biggest members yet being the biggest babies. It was adorable. But it was becoming increasingly harder to focus with the way your boyfriend’s eyes drilled into the side of your head.
He was across the room chatting with Taki, eyes laser focused on you. You had glanced his way several times. The look in his eyes saying more inappropriate things than you could count. Predatory gaze causing your face to flush. He looked too good in the lowlights of the apartment. Fuma had those colorful neon lights on display to match the ambiance of the vibe. Red. That’s what covered the space between you. He smirked over the rim of his cup. Damn, those lights were definitely working. He had no idea what the fuck Taki was yapping about. All he saw was you and your legs in that skirt. He was gonna combust if he didn’t get his hands on you soon.
You worked to keep a straight face as you continued chatting with Euijoo. But Kei wanted you all to himself tonight. So he interrupts, making up some excuse about Nicholas wanting to make him a drink. “But he already made me a drink.” Euijoo tilts his head in confusion. You try not to laugh at what Yudai is trying to do. “Oh. I must’ve misheard him then since he was too busy trying to dunk Maki’s head in the toilet.”
“Dunking Maki’s WHAT?!” And he’s off to put out this fake fire Yudai just lit. You turn to him, mirth dancing beneath your eyes. He’s already looking at you, eyes drinking you in like old school chardonnay. “Hi baby.” He whispers, hands coming to rest upon your waist. “That was rude. I was talking with Euijoo.”
“And I wanna talk to you.” You roll your eyes playfully at his antics. He grabs the cup out of your hand and sets it aside. “You look beautiful.” Your eyes soften at his admission. He really had been trying for the past few weeks, showing up in ways that surprised you. He had given you space, but you can tell he misses you. And honestly, you miss him too. Your hands come up to cup his face. He rocks you both slowly to the music. “You clean up nice yourself.” His eyes crinkle with the easy banter between you.
You spend the rest of the night in his embrace, open and vulnerably raw in the space of friendship. His friends laugh. Of course they do. Would they really be friends if they didn’t tease you both a little? “You guys look cute.” Fuma mumbles, coming up beside you as you fix yourselves another drink. You turn back to look at Kei, surrounded by your friends. Head thrown back in laughter at Euijoo’s disappointment in him for playing ‘such a mean trick.’ Yeah, that was totally your man.
With the evening winding down, you decide to take another step towards reconciliation. You wanted Yudai to know that you forgave him, and that he could have all of you. Completely. So, you whispered for him to come home. And he knows what you mean. Because for both of you, home is where the other is. And you cannot be complete without one another.
“Come home with me.” He does.
That night, he makes love to you in a way you never experienced before. It’s like the events of the last month were an invitation to free him. He is baring his entire soul to you, and you see him. All of him. He grunts lowly into your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your hands rub circles into his bare back as he ruts into you. Whimpers fall from your lips.
“That’s it baby. Right there.” The bed rocks with finality as you both crash toward your release. Blood rushes to your ears from the euphoria of it all. He breathes harshly as he falls on top of you. A comfortable silence washes over you. Brushing his sweat covered bangs out his face, you place a kiss to his forehead. He chuckles into your collarbone, groaning as he pulls out of you. He dumps the condom and cleans you both up.
Basked in moonlight, he comes to rest behind you. You, the little spoon. He kisses your shoulder with soft admissions of love. “Are we okay?” He whispers. With no hesitation, you answer truthfully.
“Yes.”
And you meant it. Because you realize that Yudai loves you so so so much. Unsurprisingly, you love him just the same.
