haiiiii love love love ur mizuki works so much!! u write im so much im in awe #lovethat if ur taking requests may i please humbly ask for ur thoughts on him w an easily flustered partner just. in every scenario and aspect of life. ik he runs his mouth so much at all times total shameless flirt w the one he loves lets be real. anyway thank u sm if u see this hehe<3
𑣲 ough…he does he does he does run his mouth a lot!!! like, nonstop, but who’s going to tell him to? methinks he deserves a little freedom to talk his shit. especially when it comes to you.
#lovethat
he’s a troublemaker, you see. one that would kill to see you sheepish day in and day out under his regime.
i’m talking about sneaking up behind you with the intent to send chills down your spine, whispering sweet nothings directly into your ear, teasing compliments with endless layers of truth behind them — curling an arm around your waist while you’re in public or even intertwining his fingers with yours, bringing them up to his lips to kiss your knuckles one by one, staring directly into your eyes as he does so.
the interactions make you sweat and he thrives off of it.
every, “c’mere, honey!”
every, “what’s wrong, ダーリン?”
everyyy, “let me fix it, baby.”
mmmmm the superficial pet names mmmmm he’s so mean…..
nothing’s more authentic, sweeter to him than calling you by your real name.
i’ve said this before, but when you’re mizuki’s person, you’re truly his person, so there’s zero malice behind this brazen behavior. obviously it amuses him, but he’ll never push you over the edge, far too aware of your limits. so much so that you’d think he knows you better than you know yourself.
maybe he does.
ugh, what a weirdo.
i don’t know about “in every scenario and aspect of life” because i’m terrible at describing things in full but i did my best based on what first came to mind (^^)👍
Hiiii, I really like ur mizuki work (I main him on overwatch), if ur comfortable, can you do a reader who's on her period? (Lowkey suffering lol)
𑣲 menstrual comfort w/ mizuki
oh great.
he leaves for twenty minutes to go to the drugstore, run an errand, and come back all to find you lifeless on the couch.
a long bout of stillness in the air drags on until you decide to speak up. “i know you’re there, dork.”
“yeah? uh—” he fumbles over himself for a second, “—look!” pulling out some box from inside a tote. “tampons! tadaaa!”
you narrow your eyes, study him, the item, then shut them again.
“oh come on. i have pads too.”
“mhmm. thanks for the restock.”
the box lands directly on your chest.
“ow!”
“stop being cold, idiot,” he moves, crouching down to your level. “listen. there’s donuts and hot chocolate in the microwave whenever you want them, ‘kay?” a hand rises, patting your sore, exposed tummy. the coolness of it makes you shiver. “i hope you feel better soon.”
you’re pouting at him now, eyes open again. how cute.
“i’m sorry..”
“何? 黙って! there’s no need to be sorry.”
“i was being mean to you!”
“so? we’re always mean to each other.”
“yeeeah..i guess so.”
he tenses, hesitates, “you know so,” before kissing your temple. besides, bittersweet banter is how you show your love to one another. “i’m gonna get started on dinner.”
mizuki has very few weaknesses, but out of all of them, his biggest one is you. you’re his light, his yellow, his person. so what happens when a certain someone comes into the picture and demolishes his chances?
Words weave throughout a grapevine he isn’t intertwined with—was never meant to be. It seems as though he finds himself in this sort of position a lot, these days.
“It’s no good, ojisan,” Mizuki mumbles to himself one humid night, grueling aside the banks of a river in Kanezaka. “feelings, this yearning. I’m letting them get in the way of my purpose.”
When the ginger chime of a bell sounds out behind him, he doesn’t even so much as flinch.
“I can put you on.”
Kiriko, ever the mind reader.
“Tch. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smirks underneath his mask, though the typical display of smugness doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Oh please, don’t play coy with me.”
“I play coy with everybody.”
She snorts.
“Fair.”
Silence commences, towing the line between comfort and discomfort. While uneager to fill it himself, he’s strangely relieved when she does the hard part for him.
“I know them, Mizuki. Truly,” She says, voice totally free of derision. Reality disarms him. “tell you what, I’ll put in a good word for you, ‘kay?”
So, both curious and inevitably at his heart’s wit’s end, he takes her upon her offer of being “put on”. Although time flies when you’re a double agent, and at the end of the day there’s none left for pursuing you or…eugh..the L-word.
A month and a half goes by before he sees you again, except this time, you’re sporting a new accessory. A boy.
Wuyang. Some raven-haired goofball with hazelnut brown eyes and a smile that could rival the sun’s rays. Not to mention he’s basically a superhero to Chengdu, and soon, the world if all things go according to plan.
If you’re in it with Overwatch, you’re in it for life, or whatever they say.
Okay, nobody says that.
Well Wuyang looks like he’s won the lottery by simply standing at your side, and as far as Mizuki’s concerned, he most certainly has. Shit, the only thing he quite literally has over him is his height, but he doubts you give a rat’s ass about that, positively beaming as you exchange introductions.
So much for Kiriko’s good word.
Mizuki finds himself back at the same banks of the same river in Kanezaka, swamped by the same humidity the air held before. No ginger bell sounds out this time and it ruins him a little further to know that his acquaintance won’t be showing up like how she had before, but maybe it’s for the best, saving his ears from scoffing down another empty assurance.
Despite it all, his heart still beats for you. Sure he knows now that his L-word will never come to fruition, no matter how much he wants it to, but the newfound sense of restrain somehow makes the sorrow feel funner than before.
“Please please please, 呪い,” he pleads, angrily attempting to skip a stone across the water’s surface. It sinks, much like his fantasies. “free me!”
Why is he so…so—?!
苦手.
苦手! 苦手! 苦手! 苦手! 苦手! 苦手!
He glares at the sunken stone as the word makes itself at home in his very being like it’s what’s at fault for every single mishap that’s ever caused him anguish.
In all honesty, he can’t even be mad. Not at you at least. Wuyang is perfect for you, the proof is in the pudding. The electrifying chemistry the two of you displayed before his eyes is undeniable.
As much as his lungs burn and his eyes sting he doesn’t shed a tear, opting to stew in stillness for the rest of the night.
Freedom will never find him, he settles. That’s the way it is, and that’s the way it’ll always be.
hellooo! if you are taking requests, could you please make a short headcanon list/one shot of mizuki (kamisama kiss) x reader? where mizuki isn't a yandere but super clingy and submissive, and likes to be around the reader ;^;
‧˚𓆙˚‧Clingy Mizuki hc˚‧𓆓
Hiiii thank u for ur request, i hope you like this ^_^ (sorry it took so long to post this)
Mizuki absolutely adores you, hangs on every word you say and everything you do. You knew of his clingy tendencies and his habit of becoming infatuated, they were apparent before you two started dating. When Mizuki would fall into little bouts of melancholy, a symptom of you not giving him enough attention, he'd often take his snake form and hide inside your purse or bag while you were out all day. You pretended to be unaware of this for a while, finding it sweet.
Mizuki was submissive in bed, thats not to say he didn't sometimes get carried away and took charge--the needy yokai just couldn't contain his want. He'd do anything to make you feel good, always prioritizing your pleasure. And when it was over, carnal desire quenched, he'd lay against your chest and whine until your arms embraced him.
Mizuki would whine a lot actually, like when you had to get up from cuddling to use the restroom, or if your phone would ping when you two were having a conversation, or if you suggested to split up in a store to be more efficient. He hated being away from you, hated having your attention diverted from him.
Thats not to say, of course, that Mizuki was unreasonable. See, you were just as much an enabler as he was dependent. Mizuki had been pampered by you for too long, had every whim entertained, every piece of affection you had to offer was his. And for that he was ever dutiful, following your lead with no hesitancy.
Mizuki had a tendency to make his sake a little too strong. Together, you would sit on the engawa, moonlight and a cool breeze sifting through the garden. Mizuki would take drink after drink, his affections growing needier, sleepily wrapping himself around you. You, also tipsy, would allow the closeness, your calm words comforting him. The night would ebb and flow between laughter and quiet murmurs.
Nothing made Mizuki more happy than when you said 'I love you', it didn't matter what had happened that day, if Tomoe someone had irritated him, or his divine duties had worn him out, Mizuki was a rejuvenated man at your words. He'd often pester you to say it agan, when you left, came home, saw him in the hallway, in the silence between the turn of a page or a dialogue in a film. Mizuki needed your affirmation.
There was one time Mizuki had to leave, important divine business in Izumo. While he was gone, you had the bright idea to pay a little dress up. Mizuki's attire was so different from your own, and the robes he wore looked so comfortable. However, like some movie cliche, Mizuki arrived home much earlier than anticipated. Mizuki was shocked when he found you lounging in his robes, comfortable, looking even more like the goddess he thought you were.
Mizuki had found such comfort in your tenderness, something he would never give or trade for anything.
Ahem. Anyway. May i pls pls pls request mizuki with a trans male reader who has a voice kink and what he would say to get reader really going? Thank you in advance if u decide to do my req!!!!! God bless 🙏🙏🙏
- moira army's court jester
heheheeh my first nsfw request on the new blog. I hope you enjoy ♥
Mizuki x Trans Male Reader
Contains: voice kink, joi, mutual masturbation, biting
“What’s the hurry, pet?” He teased, leaning in, his breath hot against your ear.
He had you in chains, bound up in a chair, at his mercy. With him standing behind you, you could feel him more than you could see him, feel his breath on your ear, your exposed collarbone, the nape of your neck. You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. The more he knew he was affecting you, the more he would tease.
He touched you, only a finger on the exposed skin on your arm, “ガチで行くぜ。” against your neck, his cool voice not betraying any ounce of the need he had for you, even toned, smooth.
“縛られている君は、とてもハンサムに見えるよ。” He knows you don’t speak Japanese, but that doesn’t stop how much it riles you up, how it makes you need more from him. You felt yourself shiver, his voice still so close to your ear, “もう感じていますか？”
“Mizuki,” You spoke, almost pleading him to speak English for you, so you could understand what he was teasing you with. He chuckled softly, kissing your neck once. Twice. Withdrawing to move to the other ear, a kiss to your temple.
“もうからかうのはやめた方がいいかな？” He whispered, flicking his tongue out and trailing it along the shell of your ear, “I suppose I’ll play nice. I know it flusters you, Aisuruhito.”
“Can you touch yourself for me?” He whispered, knowing that your hands were between your legs, pressed up against your sex, “I want you to, can you do that for me, my pretty boy?”
He ran his hands over your shoulders, the difference between the cold metallic fingers on his left hand and the warm skin on his right contrasting in a way that only heightened your sensations in the moment. He felt you shift, beginning to stimulate yourself.
“Good boy,” He cooed softly, rewarding you with a kiss on the neck. “Are you thinking about me? Are you imagining my hand between your legs? What am I doing to you?” a rhetorical question that he knew the answer to.
“君がどれだけ濡れているか、音でわかるよ。”
You whimpered, fingers finding the right rhythm to get yourself off, letting out a soft gasp even as you try to stifle your noises.
“Isn’t that nice?” He cooed softly, trailing his tongue over your neck before biting down, gently, just once, a damn tease. “You know what would be better?” You felt him shift behind you, the zipper of his trousers and shift of fabric. He gasped softly in your ear, “Feeling this inside of you.”
“手加減する価値もないね。” He spoke with such urgency now that he touched himself, and god did you wish you could see, only his voice to guide you. Only his voice alluded to what he was doing. He moaned softly, stroking his cock behind you. “君の中に入りたい。” Forgetting himself and slipping back into his native tongue as he moaned, biting down on your neck again, harder this time.
“M-mizuki,” You moaned, “P-please, I need–”
“ごめん, I’ll try,” he interrupted, his mouth still against your neck, “I can’t wait to fuck you, to feel you around my cock.”
A joint moan as he bit down again, as you applied just an ounce more pressure, hips wiggling to urge your stimulation, to edge closer to your building orgasm. “Are you nice and wet? Are you going to be a good boy and take my cock?”
You whimpered and nodded, fingers moving quicker against your sex. “Mizuki, I’m going to–”
“私のために兼” He commanded, groaning softly as he stroked himself quicker, biting down on your neck again, “Cum hard for me.”
Lately I've been reeeeally obsessed with Mizuki. Do you write for him? Is so, can you do some headcanons for him? Yandere or not. With some Nsfw. 😈
Yes! I love Mizuki :], I think I’ll write some normal ones because I have yandere Mizuki cooking up mwehehe
Dating….Mizuki!
Mizuki is a little tease most times, a slap on the ass when you walk by, quick peck on the lips and a boop on the nose when you least expect it.
Mizuki loves it when you play with his hair, it feels amazing to him, as his hair is sensitive.
He tries to act all nonchalant and cool around you, but you and him both know he’s just a geek. Yaps to you all the time about all the different sci-fi stuff he’s into.
God forbid you’re shorter than him, arm rest, putting stuff higher on the counters, even calls you mouse because you’re so tiny.
Surprisingly his favorite activity to do with you is makeup, he would definitely let you test your makeup skills on him.
Mizuki is easily jealous, especially when you’re talking to someone like Baptiste or Cassidy, he makes it goal to remind everyone you’re his.
It starts with making out, then hickeys, then turns into his hand down your pants, then him ontop of you.
Mizuki is a switch in the fullest, he takes whatever role you want him to be, but he default tops.
He’s into light choking and praise degradation. He also loves edging you, it sounds so good when you whine begging to cum.
He loves how you sound when he rubs your most sensitive area, making sure your orgasm is better than the last one.
When he’s a bottom he’s definitely whiny and bratty, force him, force him to work for his orgasm. He likes being pegged as well.
Please, overstimulate him like the whiny puppy he is, yes, the petplay is necessary.
ADORES it when you use toys on him, please make him cry and beg for you to stop draining his cock.
He does cry, but in a good way.
The safe word is “Spirit”
Quick Fic;
You softly put the vibrator up to his tip, max speed.
“P-Please, fuck! I can’t take anymore, I can’t take all this!” Mizuki sobs softly, his legs shaking completely.
“Oh please puppy, you can take some more, just a little more for me, hm?” You pressed the vibrator slightly harder onto his cock, as Mizuki audibly shuddered.
“P-Please let me fuck you, I’ll-” Mizuki cuts himself off as he begins moaning, shuddering faster as his orgasm washes over him.
“What a sensitive puppy, yeah?..” You chuckle at him.
Summary: you've always pushed your feelings for Mizuki aside to maintain your relationship as it is, but when you get injured, hidden feelings bubble up
— requested by the lovely @clone-force-99 <3 enjoy babes!
froggi yaps -> i love this man sooooo much, once this writers block is over i swear i will write sm more for him :p enjoy!!
“Y’know, if you keep frowning like that, your face will get stuck.”
“Shut up,” you groan. “It will not.”
Mizuki barely manages to dodge the pillow you’ve sent sailing his way, catching it smoothly and resting it back on your bed. He cocks his head to the side, flashing you a toothy grin.
“Feeling violent today, are we?”
You watch him tug his baggy jeans back up over his hips, the harsh lines of his abs disappearing under a layer of denim big enough to fit both of you. They would look ridiculous on anyone else, but on him, they work. The dread sets in when he pulls his shirt over his head.
Your nights with him are always like this.
It starts with a rough night, feelings bubbling up in places they shouldn’t. Anger, frustration, bitterness. Tension. You argue, tease each other, try to do right by the people of Kanezaka. The night gets longer, colder.
The bubble bursts, and like clockwork, every damn time, one of you ends up in the other’s bed.
The hours you spend ruining each other—fucking, cuddling, fucking again—always culminate in this. Him leaving and you watching him go, a four letter word caught on your tongue.
You try to make the best of it, smiling through. “Leaving so soon?”
His head snaps up, mess of white hair falling into his face. “It’s late, I need my beauty sleep.”
Always with the damned jokes and deflections, even though something in his eyes tells you he knows exactly what you’re saying. Damn coward.
“Clearly it’s not working.”
He mocks looking offended. “Do you always fuck guys you think are ugly?”
Hot tension to your throat before you can stop it. The words are sharper than you mean them, harsher, and even after you clamp your hand over your mouth, you can’t stop them.
“Do you always run away from your feelings?”
“What?”
His brows furrow together, confusion written all over his face. It would be cute if your heart wasn’t chipping away at your ribcage, beating so quickly it’s threatening to burst.
You swallow. “Nothing.”
He hesitates, mouth falling open. “What—I don’t understand what you mean by that.”
You’re not entirely sure what you meant by that, either. The moment is dizzying. That usual warm, fuzzy lens you see him through has shattered, leaving behind the harsh shadows and cold air of the night around you.
“Nothing, sorry.” You force a smile, “I’m just bugging you.”
He visibly relaxes, patting your shoulder. “You had me worried there, so serious all the time.”
Something cracks inside your chest, unleashing a torrent of ice through your veins. You shiver, taking a deep breath. He was worried. That you wanted something more, that you wanted commitment.
And the worst part is that you do.
“Goodnight, Mizu.”
A ghost of a blush falls across his cheeks. Embarrassment? Awkwardness? You’re not sure.
“Goodnight.”
The crack in your heart only grows with the slamming of your door.
Your lungs are burning, the air charged with acid and fire. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Every step you take only makes your body ache worse, the wound you’d sustained to your side bleeding more and more. Your hand clamps down further on it, teeth gritted while you try to stop the bleeding. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
It was a peaceful night, quiet and warm and serene. The kind of night you’d stay up late spilling secrets on, that you’d relax on. You were relaxed. Kiriko was not.
She’d been pacing the room, donut in her hand, anxiously rambling about how something doesn’t feel right. Something is wrong, she claimed.
You shrugged her off, “you always say that. The world is not going to end on a Tuesday night.”
But you were wrong.
It started with a quiet robbery. Something that would’ve gone unnoticed til morning. The convenience store would be cleared of its money, leaving the people of Kanezaka unharmed. But the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time and the Hashimoto opened fire on unarmed civilians.
Kiriko clocked it immediately, fox hearing making her ears twitch. Within a minute of the sounds of violence, half the Yokai were rushing over to put a stop to it.
That was mistake number two. In your haste to defend the defenseless, you’d gotten separated from the group and shouldered into a crowd of people fleeing the carnage. From there, it was a blur of carnage and bruises and fighting and pain.
You’re not quite sure how you got hurt, what caused the hideous gash in your side. All you know is you’re losing blood fast and the colours around you are starting to dull. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
You round a corner and trip over the toe of your sneakers, sailing through the air and to the unforgiving pavement beneath you. Strong arms catch you before you hit the ground, absorbing your momentum by stumbling backwards.
You blink, their hand is pressing into your aching side. The colour from the world has drained and yet it won’t stop spinning. It just spins and spins and spi—
A harsh tap to your cheek snaps you back to reality. A familiar set of eyes are looking at you beneath the wide brim of a hat, wide and concerned.
“How long have you been hurt like this?”
You swallow, his voice echoey and underwater but comforting all the same. The warmth of his body against yours is enough to soothe your pounding heart. His lips are still moving, opening and closing faster than you can keep track, but the words don’t come out.
“...Mizu?” You murmur, weakly reaching to sweep a strand of white hair from his face.
He catches your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. The world goes dark.
Mizuki’s hands are stained. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to wash the blood away. His skin is raw from the friction, the soap drying out his palms, and yet the blood won’t go away. It covers his clothes, too, now discarded in a bag that will surely never smell the same again.
You’re still unconscious. Healthy, fine, breathing, but unconscious. It chews away at him. He’d healed you as soon as he’d gotten his bearings, Kiriko arriving almost as soon as you passed out. Between the two of them, they’d patched you up and managed to take you home.
Mizuki refuses to think about what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there. Your absence throughout the fight with the Hashimoto had eaten away at him until he couldn’t take it anymore, pulling himself away from the fight. He’d told them—begged them—not to touch you. That you’re strictly off limits.
Clearly someone didn’t get the memo.
The image of you, bleeding and hurt and reaching up for him, is burned into his head. He doesn’t remember the things he said now, the things he did, but he’s not sure a day will ever come where he’ll get the sight of you almost dying out of his mind.
The way you’d said his name so tenderly has been echoing off his skull for hours.
The sound of you stirring snaps Mizuki out of his thoughts, head turning in your direction at superhuman speed. Your eyes are barely open, squinting into the dim light of the night.
“Hello?” Your voice is dry, begging for water, “is someone there?”
“Hey, hey, it’s just me.”
He flushes slightly when he sees you visibly relax, shuffling his way over to you. He’s careful not to crowd you, not to approach too fast and freak you out. He kneels at your bedside so his head is close to being level with yours.
“How are you feeling?”
“I—fine,” you rub your aching temples, “what happened?”
He’s silent for a beat, making that face he always does when he’s contemplating. He’s ditched his hat and uniform now, dressed in a pair of plain sweats and a t-shirt. His hair is a mess as though he’s been tugging on it for hours.
“You—” His voice cracks, something heavy beneath them. “You got hurt. I found you just in time, I-I healed you but…you really had me worried there.”
You see it now, the weight of his worries, his anxiety. The feelings that linger beneath. The same ones you’ve harboured and forced yourself to swallow back.
You reach for his hand, weakly rubbing your thumb over his skin. “Don’t worry about me, Mizu, I’m gonna live forever.”
Your joke doesn’t land the way you hoped, his face stoney and eyes teary. He opens his mouth, tempted to remind you that you came very close to not living tonight, but he doesn’t trust himself not to speak right now. Not when three traitorous words are stuck in his throat.
“I’m sorry.”
He tilts his head slightly, looking at you with hope.
You drop his hand and scooch over in your bed, patting the mattress next to you. “C’mere.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. He climbs in after you, an arm automatically folding over your waist. To have you so close to him, to feel your body move with each breath and hear the thumping of your heart, it’s almost enough to relax him. Almost.
You rest your head against his chest, rubbing your fingers along the seams of his shirt. “I really am okay now, Mizu. I promise.”
“I know that, dummy.”
“Then why do you still look so sad?”
You look up at him with those damned eyes and he melts away bit by bit until all that remains of him is you. He takes a deep breath, hand tracing circles on your side.
“I think I—I love you.”
It’s not the grand spectacle he expected. You don’t kick him out, don’t yell at him, don’t do anything. In the silence, he almost wishes you did because the waiting is the worst part.
And then, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, you smile at him. “I think I love you too.”
He pulls you closer. Maybe this isn’t the worst thing in the world after all.
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A/n: might be ooc like everything i write. im sorry i just got into overwatch bro
When you called out his name, you instantly had his full attention.
"Knew I'd find you here." You grinned as you approached him. Mizuki said your name as he removed himself from under the waterfall.
Mizuki ran his hand over his wet hair. "What're you doing here?"
"I was just looking for you," You shrugged as you opened your small bag. "And I also brought you some food." You pulled out a lunchbox tied up with a napkin and his eyes widened as his lips parted.
"Oh, you didn't have to." He said bashfully. Despite that, Mizuki found himself accepting the lunchbox in a heartbeat.
You shrugged. "I heard about how you spent your money on another Lucky Lucky Good Luck Amulet." Kiriko had told you about it, and she laughed at the way you sighed so heavily. "And I figured you're going to go buy cup noodles or something like that again. So I just went ahead and made you some dinner."
Mizuki flushed in embarrassment at your reasoning. "Kuso…" He muttered to himself. "But thanks anyways." Mizuki unwrapped the napkin.
"…What's that?" He raised an eyebrow as you laughed. There's a little keychain of a black cat on the lid of the lunchbox.
"A gift. From me, to you." Your legs tap against the dirt as you fidget. "Hope you like it. I don't know where you'd even put it, or even if you want to but-" You're rambling. "...but, yeah."
Mizuki took the keychain in his palm. The black cat had a cartoonishly grumpy expression, and it made him smile ever so slightly. "Uh, yeah. Thanks."
"What's that?"
"What's what?" Mizuki raised an eyebrow at Kiriko's cheeky smile. There's mischief in her eyes that already worries him.
"That. On your glaive." Kiriko pointed at the little keychain connected to Mizuki's spirit glaive. It wasn't noticeable; Mizuki made sure of it. But of course, Kiriko noticed.
"It's a good luck charm." He answered too quickly. Hands fidgeting to hide the keychain from view.
Kiriko hummed. "Right, right. Where'd you get it?" She asked. The smirk on her expression told him all he needed to know.
Mizuki stared at her, the blush slowly forming, hidden behind his mask. "Uh..." He tried to think up a lie, but his head came up empty. So, he just stayed quiet.
Kiriko stifled a laugh as she punched Mizuki's shoulder teasingly. "C'mon, just tell me." She leaned back onto the wall. Mizuki muttered something to himself before sighing.
"It's a gift." He admitted, tilting his hat down to hide his face. Kiriko rolled her eyes. "Well, obviously. Who's it from?"
"That's none of your business." He shrugged it off, already beginning to walk away. He heard Kiriko snickering before telling him that if he needed some help, she knows all your favorite food and snacks.
