OH HEY I spy another active KnB writer blog 👀 may I ask for some soft cuddles with Himuro, please? Maybe something about the reader having a hard day at uni and coming home to his hugs :> thank youu!
HEY I spy a wonderful human being 👀 YES HIMURO WOULD GIVE THE BEST CUDDLES OMG! I have returned....again. Uni has been kicking my ass, life sucks, and I’m sorry this is so late. I hope soft Himuro is soft enough. Thanks for the request, I had fun writing it!
Two more minutes.
You glare at the clock willing it to go faster. It was almost mocking you with how slow the hands were moving. The professor’s voice drones on in the background as students struggle to keep their eyes open while many have succumbed to the temptation of sleep. There were the very few that actually participated in the class and took notes but the only reason you were here was because it was mandatory social sciences course. You glance at the clock again.
One minute and forty-one seconds.
Has it really only been nineteen seconds? The universe must be enjoying your suffering for it to only have been nineteen seconds. Mumbling a curse, you quietly put away your empty notebook and pencil bag (you had yet to take the writing utensils out in the duration of the class) and think about what you will do with your newly gained free time. Exams were over so you could finally catch up on some much needed rest and delicious food. Not to mention, spend time with your boyfriend. The past few days have been absolute hell and you wanted to do nothing but cuddle your worries away.
The clock finally turns 4:30 and you were out the door before the professor finished his farewell. Dashing home, you immediately plopped your bag on the floor before collapsing on the couch. You let out a groan as your muscles cracked and stretch your back.
“Welcome home, darling” a smooth voice calls out.
Raising an eyebrow you retort, “I’ve always been home.”
“Technically, yes. But considering you were always cooped up at your desk studying until the early hours of the morning, it sure didn’t feel like it.”
You pout feeling a little guilty at neglecting your boyfriend. He laughs at your response pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry, I understand. But now, we have the weekend and are free to do whatever. Which means...” he trailed off with arms open wide. You jumped into his arms immediately pulling at the soft fabric of his sweater. His arms wrapped around your back while his right hand massaged your neck. A grateful sigh escapes your lips as you feel the knots in your neck loosen. Your words are muffled through his sweater as you refuse to let go of this newly acquired warmth.
“I missed this.”
“Me too, darling. Me too.”
A comfortable silence settles in as you feel the remnants of your stress dissipate which each stroke of his fingers. You take one of his hands and gently press your lips to each finger as you rub his knuckles with the pad of your thumb. Himuro laughs quietly at your ministrations finding you cute. He tugs you closer as his arm tightens around your back enveloping you in a proper hug. The quiet hum of the AC fades as you both drift off to sleep in each others arms.
helloo! i'd like to request something for the prompt game please :D kasamatsu + band!au + strangers to lovers + dialogue number 14 if that's okay? thanks, sam! and welcome back~
ofc!!! i tried to keep it shorter but im a bit rusty w my kasamatsu hehe hope u enjoy! wc: 2.3k
Kasamatsu admits that balancing his band and college work isn’t exactly an easy task. Between late evenings spent at gigs and all nights at the library, he is on the brink of his sanity, standing right at the tipping point. He yawns as he enters his nine am mandatory calculus class, another mistake made in his overconfidence that he would somehow be able to get his shit together.
You, on the other hand, are a closeted fan of his band, sitting three rows behind him in class. Every Tuesday and Thursday, you watch him drag his feet in and his hand lifting to his mouth in a yawn. Quickly, you duck behind your book as if Kasamatsu would ever give you the time of day. The brunette is well-known on campus with his successful group and good looks, not to mention he also dabbles a little in basketball while also maintaining a decent grade point average across all his classes. Triple threat, they call him.
When you first came into class and saw him there, shocked is an understatement. You’ve been following his band his high school from across the country. To see him in the flesh, so real and so human with his tired eyes, it almost feels like a dream. One you hope nobody would ever pinch you awake from. Thus, you made it your goal to be there before him every morning, which is a feat in itself. Kasamatsu may be grinding through the night and falling asleep in lectures, but he’ll be damned if he shows up late to class.
Throughout several weeks, you’ve seen girls come up to him left and right, shot down almost immediately by his intention to focus on the professor’s words. He lets them down easy and makes it clear that he pays thousands of dollars to study, not play IRL Tinder. This man gets sexier everyday.
You take your time packing your things when class is over, mainly because you’re too distracted watching Kasamatsu do the same. He is blind, or chooses to ignore, the whispers and shy glances thrown his way. Perhaps this is why you haven’t approached him yourself. You’re just one of his many admirers, a stroke in the massive painting of his life. Sighing, you pick up your pitiful self and make your way to the dining hall where you’re supposed to meet your friend for breakfast.
When the two of you settle on a table, you begin your weekly rambling about how beautiful Kasamatsu looks in the morning. Moriyama, being the good friend that he is, nods and listens intently.
Moriyama is an intriguing character. The two of you met because he had tried a line on you. In your perpetual state of flustered embarrassment, you had stupidly confessed to him: “Sorry, my heart belongs to Kasamatsu Yukio.”
In another twist of fate, he revealed that he had actually gone to high school with the guy and knew him pretty well.
“You know I can introduce you to him, right? No need for all this pining and drooling from three feet away.”
“It’s not the same,” you argue, “he’s practically a living legend on campus. I’m too intimidated to even breathe in the same air as him.” Your obsession has perhaps taken you too far, but if you expect to continue being his fan, the last thing you want is to scare him away.
“You’re so overdramatic,” Moriyama rolls his eyes. Coming from him, this sentence means a lot.
“What? It’s not my fault Kasamatsu’s so hot. He could bang me so hard backstage then pretend I don’t exist and I would still pay to watch his next show,” you groan, spooning yogurt into your mouth.
In that moment, several things happen. Moriyama’s eyes widen and fly behind you. Footsteps sounding at that same spot suddenly cease completely. You, realizing what possibly just happened, feel the heat flare up your cheeks.
Kasamatsu, in his sleep deprived state and probably completely delirious, had stopped in his tracks. His head whipped around to the source of the comment, finding Moriyama sitting with someone who looks distinctly familiar, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.
“Kasamatsu—”
Before Moriyama can even finish his sentence, Kasamatsu is already blurting out. “Okay, maybe I’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?”
You want to crawl into your hole six feet underground and never see the light of day again. Ducking your head, you don’t even want to chance a glance up. The utter mortification is chewing away at your bones and you wish you could just evaporate into thin air.
Moriyama quickly interjects with a quick laugh, “Hear what? Also how have you been, man? I haven’t seen you in forever. Come join us for breakfast.”
Kasamatsu’s brows pucker. Maybe he really is going insane. And horny. Which is a very bad combination. Nevertheless, he slides into the empty seat next to Moriyama. He stares at you for a few seconds, squinting, before snapping his fingers. “Oh, I remember now. You’re in my calculus class.”
He knows you? “How do you know me?” you squeak, cursing your fangirl self for losing your voice. You never speak up in class, always choosing to come up to your professor for questions at the end of lecture. You’re quiet and tucked away behind him, so you never expected him to recognize you.
The smile he sends you is blinding. Even with shadows under his eyes, he still looks gorgeous. “You’re always first to arrive and last to leave. Figured you’re a hard worker in class and probably acing it.”
Your mouth dries. Kasamatsu noticed you. He actually noticed you. “Oh, um, I’m okay. I’m okay in class, I mean.”
“The question you should be asking is her name, Kasamatsu,” Moriyama scolds, smacking his back.
Kasamatsu pinks sheepishly. “Sorry, yeah. I’m Kasamatsu Yukio, by the way.”
Idiotically, you blurt out “I know” before your name. When you finally introduce yourself, you also clarify, “I’m a huge fan of Blue Devils. I mean, I’ve been following you guys since like high school. Absolutely love your music.”
The man actually reddens even further, but still he beams proudly. “Thank you! That’s crazy. Have you been to our shows?”
Almost all of them. “A couple, yeah.”
“We have one tonight in an actual venue. Are you coming?”
“Ah, it was sold out before I could get a ticket, actually.”
Kasamatsu blinks, “Oh, you’re more than welcome to come. I can get you a pass. Both of you—if Moriyama’s interested.”
“That would be amazing!” You grin, “Is there anything I can get you in return? I don’t want to just accept a gift from you for free.”
“Well, if you are good at calc, I wouldn’t mind some extra tutoring,” he suggests with a teasing grin.
Moriyama rolls his eyes, “Just ask her out instead of using tutoring as an excuse.” The two of you sputter, face colored a dark shade of red. You’ll kick his ass when you get the chance.
—
That one mistake turned out to be the greatest opportunity of your life. In addition to attending his show that night and meeting all of his bandmates, each one more good looking up close than then other, you manage to have weekly study sessions (you’re holding off on calling it dates) with Kasamatsu. The two of you take turns booking rooms at the library to cram, which mainly consists of you reexplaining concepts to the man. Although he isn’t a bad student, he’s also still struggling a bit to keep up.
“Hey” is what you hear before you feel a warm surface press against your cheek. You look up to find Kasamatsu with a steaming cup in hand. Gratefully accepting it, you catch a whiff of freshly brewed tea. You take a sip and smile. Black tea, no sugar. “Just the way I like it.”
“Noticed you never add anything to your tea,” Kasamatsu says almost proudly.
You raise the cup to him in thanks. Both of you go through your usual routine—you focusing on reviewing material for next week while Kasamatsu pores over his notes from this week, occasionally poking you to ask questions.
Honestly, a big part of you still wonders if this is all a dream. This guy you’ve been crushing on for years is sitting in the flesh right across from you. You peek at him from time to time, watching the way he frowns at his book. His blue, almost grey, eyes shine underneath the flickering lights. Even the way his lips curl unhappily is cute.
When he catches you staring, you quickly drop your gaze back to your laptop, missing the way he smiles quietly.
“Will you come to our show this weekend?” He asks as the two of you pack up.
“Ah, I have a shift at my part-time job.”
He looks surprised, “That late?”
You shrug, “Food never sleeps, I guess. It’s at the burger diner by campus.”
“Oh, are you guys open late?”
“Close at one.”
He nods, “Maybe I’ll see you there after then. The guys usually get really hungry after a gig so we can drive some business your way. I’ll make sure they tip well too.”
Your heart warms at the thought. It’s a thoughtful gesture but you’re even more thrilled at the prospect of seeing him. “Sounds good.”
True to his word, Kasamatsu brings the guys to your workplace at midnight after their show ended. They order quite a spread, practically everything on the menu. Kasamatsu goes as far as to help you carry orders to their table. You shoot him an appreciative smile.
Over the time your friendship has bloomed, Kasamatsu has been nothing but a gentleman. He walks you home to your dorm if you’re studying late into the night. He meets you in class with a muffin or a cookie from his early Starbucks runs. Surprisingly, he begins placing himself next to you each session. “This is better anyway,” he mutters. “Two birds, one stone.”
His vague words had you tilting your head in question.
“I don’t have random people coming up to me to sit with me and, well, I get to enjoy your company.” It’s a nice thought—him enjoying your company, that is. He had blushed a little when he realized what you said, but chose to direct his attention to the slides pulled up before him, missing the way you hide your smile behind your sleeve.
Now, you hear the rowdy boys chattering on as they devour their meal as if it’s their last. They speak through mouthfuls of burgers and fries, but you find the sight endearing, mainly because you’ve never seen Kasamatsu so relaxed. It’s quite refreshing really. Your attention is piqued when you hear one of them ask: “So doing it tonight huh?”
Kasamatsu retorts with a “shut the fuck up” and flings a fry his way. The way the other guy wiggles his brows suggestively has you freezing. What if he was meeting up with someone tonight? What if he was going to do the deed?
Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint cracking of your heart. Of course, Kasamatsu is popular. It’s no surprise he’s got his nights covered as well. You sigh dejectedly, feeling the hope inside you crumble into dust. The rest of your shift goes by rather uneventfully, but you try to avoid going to their table too much, lest you hear more details about Kasamatsu’s planned tryst. The man himself steals glances your way, wondering if you’ll be checking on them anytime soon.
“Your check,” you smile as you set the bill on the table, “I got the owner to give you a discount since you guys ordered a good amount.”
All of their eyes seem to sparkle as they thank you in unison, their synchrony almost puzzling. As you move to pick up the bill and change, Kasamatsu catches your hand before you move away. “What time does your shift end?”
“Half an hour. Why?”
The other guys are already packing up their things and giving you little waves as they exit the restaurant, leaving the two of you alone. “I’ll walk you home, it’s late,” he murmurs, fingers still wrapped around your wrist.
“Oh, you don’t have to! I usually take the bus back anyway so it’s no big deal.” You want to confirm whether he had plans that night anyway. You’d hate to be in the way of that.
He shakes his head, “I insist. Also, um, are you doing anything tomorrow?”
“Catching up on studying most likely.”
“Oh,” he pauses, “if you have time tomorrow night, do you want to catch a movie with me? Maybe dinner after?”
You blink at him in surprise. Now that you’re looking at him properly, you notice that his cheeks are several shades darker than the red neon glow of the diner sign. He’s shifting on his feet and his other hand finds purchase on the strap of his bag, fidgeting with the material. “Um, like a date?”
“Y-yeah,” he stutters slightly, his throat moving as he swallows. “Sorry, I probably should’ve made that clear,” he coughs, “b-but if you don’t want it to be the we can also go as friends.” Perhaps you’ve tortured the boy long enough but you can’t help but relish in his awkward chuckle as his hand lifts to rub the back of his neck nervously.
Biting back a huge grin, you nod. “It’s a date.”
Kasamatsu’s eyes light up and a pleased grin spread across his face. “It’s a date.”
The hollering outside the building has the two of you whipping to face the window where his bandmates have their faces pressed up against the surface, laughing and smiling to congratulate and embarrass their friend. Kasamatsu flushes, “I’ll see you later to pick you up.”
You nod but he’s already out the door, leaping to kick his friends away. “You stupid idiots!”
Laughing, you watch as the group makes kissy faces at Kasamatsu all the while the man fruitlessly attempts to shut them up. He really is cute.
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Hi there! MysMes matchup, please? I'm a straight, 5'3 Gemini ENFP girl who's slightly chubby with tan skin, black wavy hair, and glasses. I may come off as slightly haughty, but I'm generally a talkative and curious person who loves discussion. It's also very easy for me to cry, either because of a movie or when I'm mad or overwhelmed. I'm not good with tangible gifts to show how much I love someone, so I show it through words or actions. I'm also a worrywart and it messes with my stomach (1/2)
(2/2) often. Some of the things I'm passionate about include visual novels, singing, psychology, and just talking to others in general. I love rabbits, pastel colors, and pop/folk/acoustic music. In my friend group I tend to be the more chatty and dreamy one. In relationships two things I prize highly would be honesty and communication. I usually end up falling for people who I deem worthy enough to be my "rock". Thank you so much!
I match you with Jumin!
The thing that struck me first was you saying that you fall for people who can be your rock. That immediately reminded me of this line from Jumin during V’s route.
“Everyone, I believe it’d be difficult to pull yourselves together. I’ll be standing firm... so you can lean on me if you need to.”
Jumin is attracted to your curiosity first. You have this sense of natural wonder and curiosity about the world and others. You like to talk and get to know people, something Jumin admires. The fact you genuinely want to get to know him and hear what he has to say makes his heart race. And if you’re curious and ask questions about Elizabeth the 3rd? Well my friend it’s all over for him and he’ll be head over heels.
If you aren’t good at gifts as a way to show love that’s fine! Jumin has spent his entire life having his father and his father’s girlfriends giving him gifts as a way of affection and he also has all the money in the world to get what he wants. But showing love through kind loving words, gentle embraces, warm laughs when he tells jokes or funny stories? Well he can’t buy that, and it melts his heart more than anything else.
It’s not a secret that Jumin is known as a bit of a robot, but you aren’t. You’re outgoing and full of life and personality. It may almost seem like you’re opposites but it works perfectly for the two of you. You help him open up more and in return he’ll be there to support you. You’re a dreamer and he’s a realist, it works well.
With Jumin you can feel safe, he’s an honest man and wants nothing more than for you to feel safe and comfortable. Whenever you get too worried he’s there to support you through it. If you need him to be there for you and talk it out then he’s there, if you need whatever thing you’re worried about to just disappear? Boom it’s gone there’s nothing to worry about anymore. You’re the love of his life and there’s nothing he wants more than your happiness.
If you need a rock, he’s standing firm for you to lean on. And when he needs someone to get him out of his own head, you’re there with your kind words and loving actions. Perfectly balanced.
Hi there! BNHA Matchup, please? I'm a straight, 5'3 Gemini ENFP girl who's slightly chubby with tan skin, black wavy hair, and glasses. I may come off as slightly haughty, but I'm generally a talkative and curious person who loves discussion. It's also very easy for me to cry, either because of a movie or when I'm mad or overwhelmed. I'm not good with tangible gifts to show how much I love someone, so I show it through words or actions. I'm also a worrywart and it messes with my stomach (1/2)
I match you up with... Mirio!!
Mirio is basically a literal ray of sunshine
He’s so caring and tuned into you
He can tell when your stomach is bothering you
He’s quick to take care of you by (if you take them) giving you your medicine/home remedy for your stomach or by giving you crackers/bread. He tries to make you laugh and forget whatever is worrying you. If he can’t make you laugh, he helps you through it by realizing it’s not as bad as it first seems and he’ll always be there for you
Actually, anytime you get upset or overwhelmed he’s quick to try and make you laugh
So, yeah he’s a pretty good rock (I mean have you SEEN him with Tamaki?? Mirio is always there for you)
While Mirio also dreams big, he’s also great at keeping you focused on a goal. He’s very good at planning for a goal
Mirio is a big chatterbox, mostly because he wants to learn more about you
He also likes communication with you because it makes him feel like he doesn’t always have to be happy and bright
Some days, it’s hard to feel like 100%, which Mirio tries to do everyday. Around you though, he feels like he can be honest
Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a ray of sunshine but everyone has bad days. You make his better since he can count on your support through words or cuddles. He knows you’ll still love him even if he isn’t the smiling hero
While he’s interested in all of your interests, he loves to sing along with you
Idk if it’s been confirmed if he can sing, but either way he puts his whole heart into it
Overall, your relationship is soft and strong. Nothing can shake it
ooo yeay another active imagine blog! can I please request a drabble with Takao in where his s/o has been faking her happiness lately because of how much school has been stressing her out, yet she doesn't want to make him worry? thank you so much!
sure thing! sorry i took so long ~
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Takao knew fake happiness when he saw it.
C’mon, you really think I don’t know?
It was obvious. He sees much more than he pretends he does, after all. He saw the way your mouth was smiling but your eyes were not. He knew you were lying to him when he caught your shaking fingers around the mug of tea, and he knew you were lying when you said, “no, I’m not that tired” when he asked if you wanted to go to bed early.
The problem was that he didn’t know what to do about it.
Takao was plenty charismatic. If we’re talking stats, hell, he was practically maxed out! But there were times when even he wasn’t sure how to deal with something the right way, and he didn’t want you to hurt more than you already did if he screwed something up.
Not that he was afraid to approach the situation. Nah. He just didn’t know how to begin.
It was when the two of you were out on a date together that he saw it the clearest. How you continued to force yourself to smile throughout all of the cute and romantic things he attempted - because he wanted you to smile for real.
“(s/o)-chan,” he said eventually. His tone was serious, and it startled you. He rarely got like this. Those brilliant golden eyes of his turned to fix on you, and you tensed. His stare made you feel incredibly vulnerable. “Stop pushing it.”
“What?”
“You know what I mean. I mean - come on, it’s obvious. You don’t have to act like you’re happy all the time. I’m not gonna yell at you or anything. I’m not a yeller. Hurts the throat.”
Your smile was real, if a bit shaky, at his joke. But you were crying before he was done speaking. “I’m sorry,” you said, your voice cracking. “Takao-kun, I - ”
He planted a finger over your lips, startling you once again, and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s get you home to get some sleep, alright? I’ll help you with your studying.”
Blink. Blinking was all you could do at first before you nodded, and he looped an arm around your waist to walk you home, tugging you in close.
ok! so a plot i had in mind would probably be a royalty!au w/ Kasamatsu in where my protagonist was set to be in an arranged marriage w/ him and hence the timeline of the rp would kind of just be them exploring marriage life as a king and queen despite barely knowing one another? i hope you get this in one piece bc my prev message was cut D:
i’m down for that idea!! just send in your starter anytime:))
Aaah Kasamatsu, hi! How've you been lately? Has college life been stressful? Sorry that I haven't managed to get you anything for your... um... birthday *smiles yet eyes divert a bit downwards*
KASAMATSU: “College has been going, classes are pretty tough [ laughs ] and don’t worry about it, my birthday is long gone, but thank you for your thoughts.”
