he would surely cling to your body like a koala in need. Legs and arms, both of them could end up more than once on you. You also don't understand why it adopts abstract forms when he sleeping, and as long as you sleep with this being in the same bed you will never have your deserved share of sheet:
mickey, kazutora, baji, smiley, pahchin
he would give you your space in bed, although that doesn't free you from being imprisoned against his chest to feel your warmth. It is likely that he uses as an excuse that he's cold just to be clinging to you, when in fact he does it 'cause you transmit peace and security to him (and 'cause you assure him a better sleep):
lover to hear your heartbeat, that's why he creeps up to your chest level when you're fast asleep. Maybe he snores. He makes sure to guide your hand towards his hair for you to stroke it, staying on his side of the bed until dawn 'cause yes, discord doesn't exist with this man:
basically, the "current bf" trend is a generally new trend on tiktok where girls pretend to be filming a regular video with their bfs and calling them "current" boyfriend's to see their reaction!
gets pouty:
he thought this was going to be a cute couple video for tiktok, that's why he agreed in the first place. he was looking at the camera, smiling, until he suddenly heard the words "current boyfriend".
"current?" he asks, his eyes leaving the camera and looking back at you, a small pout appearing on his face. "what do you mean current? am I not your forever boyfriend? am I not good enough to last forever?"
for a second, you can't help but feel bad, he's just so painfully cute all sad and pouty like this. you initially planned to make this prank last as long as possible, but you can't standing looking at him like this.
"I'm so sorry, baby, it was a prank!" you say after a few pathetic seconds, grabbing his face and pulling him into a soft, comforting kiss.
once you pull away, he's still pouting, but no longer looking at you like a sad, kicked puppy. "don't do that again. I'm your forever boyfriend." he states, and you agree. how could you not?
chifuyu matsuno, takemichi hanagaki, souya "angry" kawata, takuya yamamoto, shinichiro sano, hakkai shiba and your favs!
gets offended/mad:
at first, he didn't want to participate in your stupid little tiktoks, why do people care about what you do in a day? after a bit of conviction, he finally said yes to letting his presence be known in your video.
you start the recording and begin talking, all while he's staring straight into the camera with a death glare, as if trying to intimate your phone itself, or trying to tell the audience he is 110% forced to be here. he's not planning on talking, atleast not a lot. all he does is listen to you while staring the phone down, until he hears it—
"what was that?" he asks, looking at you with an even more intimidating death glare, looking as if he was three seconds away from kicking you straight into the face.
"what was what?"
"what did you call me?"
"my boyfriend..?" you try to play dumb.
"that's not what you said. current boyfriend, really? like I'm some iOS update? you planning on finding another one, is that it?" he starts speaking. you can't really tell if he's serious or just joking, since right now it looks like a little of both.
before he can continue verbally attacking you, you cup his face and pull him into a reassuring kiss, letting your lips linger on his for a few seconds before pulling away, laughing.
"it was a prank, I wanted to see your reaction." you explain and he rolls his eyes, although a small smirk appears on his face.
"are you satisfied with my reaction?" he teases you, and you nod approvingly.
inui seishu, rindou haitani, izana kurokawa, taiju shiba, ken ryuguji, baji keisuke, sanzu haruchiyo and your favs!
lowkey plays along:
when you first ask him to be in your tiktok, he refused, not because he didn't want to be part of it, but because he wants you to beg for it. why? because he can.
after he finally accepts your pleading, you immediately start recording and start the prank.
"so I'm here with my current boyfriend and—" you say, and he lowkey just looks at you from the corner of his eye, a small smirk appearing on his face.
"I'm glad my part-time girlfriend trusts me enough to include me in her tiktoks." he says playfully, purposely empathizing the words "part-time", making you turn your head towards him in a slightly surprised manner.
"you really think you can play with me like that, princess?" he asks, the petname slipping naturally as he leans closer and plants a small kiss on the tip of your nose before quite literally getting up and walking away smugly, leaving you speechless.
wakasa imaushi, kokonoi hajime, nahoya "smiley" kawata, mitsuya takashi, hanma shuji and your favs!
doesn't fucking get it </3:
he didn't even notice when you started recording right next to him, too busy with whatever the heck he was doing to notice you adjusting your phone to fit both of you into the frame. you call out to him and tell him you're recording a tiktok and he gives you a half-assed "uh-huh" obviously not paying attention.
you start the recording and immediately begin talking. "so today, I'm with my current boyfriend and—" "current?" he cuts you off, whatever his previous activity was completed forgotten now.
unlike the previous offended, hurt or smug expressions, you don't see any of those on his face, you see pure and utter confusion, as if he has no idea what you're talking about.
you ended the recording early, taking the time to explain that it was a trend where girlfriends called their partners "current", going into details with it, only for this man to straight up go "what that mean?"
manjiro "mikey" sano, yamagishi kazushi, naoto tachibana (hear me out), ryohei "peh-yan" hayashi, haruki "pah-chin" hayashida and your favs!
a/n: I KNOW. I know I have unfinished requests to write and whatnot but I could NOT pass up on the opportunity to write this, plus it's a perfect mixture of a short drabble and full fic so it's PERFECT for me! school ends for me next week and I'm sure I'll have more time to write during summer break so stay tuned loves~
You stare at your manager a little too long. Who could blame you? He's just that hot. If you told yourself this just happened, you would've slapped yourself across the face.
☁︎ cw: office setting, smut, pwp, fem!reader, f!oralsex, tongue fuck, ass-eating, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, getting fucked/eaten out from behind, he has a big dick, creampie.
☁︎ wc: 2.9k
☁︎ inspired by this audio
☁︎ a/n: sorry if it's a little messy, I did proofread by myself but ehh wtv, enjoy :)
— 18+, mdni
“Excuse me?” You inch closer to him, holding your laptop with both hands.
“Mhmm?” He nods, hands in his pockets, watching you as you approach.
Gosh. You want to just kiss him right now.
“So…” you trail off, fingers resting on the laptop’s mouse pad as you tilt the screen slightly toward him. “I’ve got just the right idea for how we should promote our upcoming products.”
You click a bit more on the screen. “I had a few discussions during our ‘unofficial’ team meeting, and they suggested we create more content on social media apps to engage customers. And as you can see…” You press play on the video on your laptop.
You show a draft of you and your team making videos to promote the products. His shoulders slump a little as he tries to focus on the screen, so you lift the laptop a bit higher. Your eyes flicker to his, and you almost cringe as he watches with full judgment.
With his body so close, you catch a whiff of his perfume– a hint of sandalwood and oud. The faint scent convinces you he definitely wears expensive fragrances.
He hums and circles his pointer finger over your screen. “This is neat. I’ll write the letter to the higher-ups.”
Your eyes widen. “No– it’s okay! That’s my job anyway. I’m just asking for approval, that’s all.”
He waves his hand dismissively. “Hey, it’s fine! It’s a good idea. You’ve done your part.”
Your eyebrows scrunch as you begin to bicker with him. One thing about you, you definitely love to argue with your crushes.
He sighs and raises both hands in surrender. “Okay, how about this? Let’s do it together.”
That makes your mouth fall open slightly.
You chuckle nervously. “Are you even sure?”
“One hundred percent.”
He lifts a hand and gently places it behind your back, guiding you toward his corner office. Just the thought of entering his office makes your stomach twist– in a good way.
When you both reach his office, enclosed with glass walls, he twists the knob and you step inside. Once the door shuts, the sounds from outside become muffled and fade away.
He swivels his office chair toward you and gestures to the seat across from him. “Please.”
You hesitantly plop down into the chair, knowing full well that even if you try to argue, he’ll stay firm in his stance.
Now sitting beside you on a cushioned stool, he taps the spacebar on his keyboard to wake up his computer.
He grabs the mouse, dragging it across the desk as he clicks into Word. A few clicks later, a pre-made template appears on the screen.
Your eyes widen. No wonder he was so eager to write it for you– he already had a whole template ready.
“Geez,” you snicker. “No wonder you’re so eager to write this.”
He passes you the mouse, resting his cheek on his palm. “Been doing this for a while.”
You reach for the mouse, dragging it across the screen toward the template text.
What should have been a ten-minute task turns into forty minutes of non-stop bickering between you and him.
“That’s too casual,” You say plainly.
“You’re too casual. I’ve been–”
“‘I’ve been doing this for years,’” you cut in, lowering your voice to mimic him. “Just like you said. But in the end, I’m the one who has to put my name and sign it.”
He smirks. “Who says it’s going under your name?”
“Excuse me?” you exclaim, slamming your fist lightly on the desk– just enough to rattle a few things. Honestly, you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled the manager card on you yet, considering how often your voice rises when he snickers at your reactions.
You tilt your head toward him. He still has one hand on his cheek, grinning at you. Then, with his other hand, he curls his fingers outward toward the screen.
“Go on.” He says.
You sigh as you type. He leans over and asks, “When you write it in your own style, do the higher-ups actually approve it?”
Your fingers pause above the keyboard before you resume typing. “Sometimes. I mean, of course, they don’t agree with everything.”
He hums at your answer. Just as he gestures toward the screen and starts to speak, you cut him off.
“What? No, I’m not adding slang!”
“No,” he says, closing the distance between you and him as he points at the first row of names. “I should be listed first. I’m the manager, you know.”
There it is. This time, you give in. “You’re right.” You hit backspace, removing a teammate’s name and replacing it with his.
As you type the final words on the last page, you glance at him and raise an eyebrow at him.
Your eyes meet for a brief moment before he looks at the screen and clicks his tongue with a smirk. “I’m just messing around, you know.”
You grumble as you type your name at the complimentary close of the letter.
Once you finish, you swivel your chair to face him.
“I’ll print these out later. In the meantime, I’ll let the team know you’re considering the idea,” you say, rising from your seat.
“Mhmm,” he hums, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. “I’ll walk you there.”
“How noble of you.”
He scoffs. “Well, with a beautiful woman in my office, sitting in my chair like that. How could I let her walk alone?”
Your jaw drops slightly. Did he really just say that? You shut your mouth quickly and tilt your head.
“Are you flirting with me?”
He leans in closer. “Been doing it for the past 50 minutes. Thanks for finally noticing.”
You feel the heat rush to your cheeks. Looking away, you mutter, “Well… I’ve always thought you were attractive.”
He tilts his head to meet your gaze, grinning. “Is that so?”
He takes your hands in his and closes the gap between you. When you look up to him, his tongue swipes on his bottom lip, moistening it. You feel his hands slide around your waist, and you stop him immediately.
“There’s a single-user restroom on the way there.”
∘˚˳°
You press the lock button on the bathroom door, and as you turn around, his lips crash into yours. One arm wraps around his neck, while the other trails up to his chest, your lips moving in sync with his.
Your head spins– you're kissing him. And god, he’s a really good kisser. His tongue slips into your mouth, meeting yours in a heated dance. His hands grip your waist tightly before he pulls back, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. He pulls you further into the bathroom. His lips drag to your neck leaving wet kisses.
“Turn around,” he commands.
Your mind buzzes with arousal as you follow his instructions. You plant your palms against the bathroom wall, and you hear him shifting behind you. When you glance back, he’s already on his knees.
“What are you doing?” you ask, slightly confused.
His hands rest on your ass, and he looks up at you with a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I’m an ass guy, if you don’t mind,” he admits.
“Oh!” you squeak, turning your head toward the wall in embarrassment. “No– well, sure…” is all you manage to say.
Slowly, he lifts your pencil skirt, bunching it at your waist. His fingers hook the waistband of your panties and slide them down to your ankles. He grips your waist and gently parts your legs, causing your back to arch.
His hands spread your cheeks, giving him a better view of your most intimate part. One thumb drags from your puckered entrance down to the folds of your pussy, then both thumbs move to spread you open.
“Cute,” he murmurs from behind.
His tongue wastes no time, immediately dragging along your folds and lapping at your entrance. You moan at the sensation as he pushes his tongue inside your pussy, curling it deep within you.
“Haa…” you gasp when he pulls back and trails his tongue down to your clit, flicking it expertly over your most sensitive spot. He alternates between licking your pussy and moving his mouth higher, until his tongue lays flat against your asshole and begins to swirl against it.
You call out his name as you pant, your voice a mixture of surprise and pleasure. You turn your head, catching his eyes locked onto yours as he plants wet, deliberate kisses on your sensitive rim. Before you can fully process it, his tongue slips past the tight ring of your ass.
“Such a cute hole,” He says as he pulls his tongue out before darting back in.
You gasp, your eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure ripple through you. His tongue works you relentlessly, eating your ass out with such intensity that you can’t help but cry out his name again and again.
“Keep doing that… haa…” you moan, eyes squeezed shut. One hand finds your dripping pussy, plunging two fingers inside while the other circles your clit, desperate to reach your climax.
Your mind goes hazy– the pleasure too overwhelming to think straight. Then, with a loud moan, your vision goes white as you finally fall over the edge, orgasm tearing through you in blinding ecstasy.
He gives your ass one last kiss before getting to his feet. You hear the rattle of his belt as he pulls out his cock. He slaps your ass, and you whine at the sting.
“Ready to take my cock, pretty girl?” he asks, tilting his head toward you, his hands resting on your hips.
You huff, “Just fuck me already.” You plant your hands back on the wall, looking at him from over your shoulder.
He moves one hand from your hip to guide his cock into your pussy. You gasp as he slowly pushes in.
“Wait– fuck,” you breathe, stopping him for a moment to accommodate his thick girth. He’s not even halfway in, and you already feel like you’re being split open.
You spread your legs wider, whining nervously, then nod for him to keep going. He begins to move, dragging his cock in, drilling into you. The feeling of him inside has you moaning and cursing under your breath. It makes you feel hazy as the pain of his stretching is replaced easily with endless pleasure.
“You feel so good, baby,” he moans, watching his cock disappear into your pussy.
When you feel his hips flush against your ass, you instinctively grind back against him, letting out a soft mewl. Breathing heavily, you murmur, “You're so big…” Your teary eyes lock with his as you whine, “Go slow, okay?”
He only groans in response, beginning to thrust into you at a steady pace. You moan and mutter curses as his thick cock pushes deep into your tight pussy.
“Taking me so fucking well. Fuck, you're so tight,” he growls.
You manage a breathy chuckle between moans. “Yeah?” you hum, lips curling into a teasing smile until it fades into a gasp as he suddenly quickens his pace. You hiss, eyes rolling back, as he grips your hips tighter and fucks you harder.
The sound of skin slapping and his groans, along with your moans, echoes through the restroom. “Feels so good… so good…” you babble incoherently, panting as his cock hits that perfect spot deep within your spongy walls.
“Yeah, you like that? Fuck, you're so gorgeous. Taking my cock so well. You love it, don't you?”
You pant, squeezing your eyes shut as tears stream down your face. “Yes! I love it. Oh, fuck, please, please, please…”
Waves of pleasure hit back to back with him buried balls-deep inside you. Your blood feels like it pumps only into your pussy as he pounds you from behind. You cry out when he suddenly pulls out completely. Looking up at him, you breathe heavily.
“Why did you stop?” you whine.
With his hands on your hips, he turns you around and leans in, his mouth close to your ear. “At least let me see your face when I fuck my cum into you.”
He helps untangle your panties from around your ankle, scrunching them into his fist.
You shudder as he places his large hands under your thighs and lifts you up. One arm hugs your waist, the other guiding his cock back into your aching pussy. Once the tip is in, he holds you tight and thrusts forward hard.
You moan breathlessly, brushing the bangs from his face. He breathes heavily with you, and your lips crash into his, tongues tangling.
You moan into his mouth, then pull back slightly. “I'm close, I'm close!”
He pants, jerking his hips faster. “Yeah, fuck.” You almost scream when he slams in deep, cock kissing your cervix.
“Let me shoot my cum into you, yeah?” he groans, his hips moving fast and sloppy.
“Yes! Cum inside me, fuck. Fuck–!” Your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.
He gasps, thrusting deep as he releases inside you, shooting his warm load into your tight pussy.
You grip his shoulders as both of you catch your breath, feeling his cock slowly soften inside you. You chuckle and tap his shoulder.
“Put me down,” you say, cupping his cheek and giving him a kiss on top of it.
As he sets you down, he instinctively lifts one of your legs to glance at the mess between your thighs. Your pussy clenches as white liquid drips down from your sore hole. He let's out a breathy laugh. “Beautiful.”
You scoff, grabbing a few tissues and sitting on the toilet bowl. When he keeps staring at you, you ask him to turn around so you can pee and clean yourself.
He shoves both hands into his pockets and turns his head slightly. Before you can snap at him for peeking, he quickly says, “I should go.”
“Yeah,” you reply, crouching slightly to wipe the cum off your legs.
“I’ll see you around.”
He closes the bathroom door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
As you finish cleaning up, something clicks in your mind. Shit.
He walks away from the bathroom, smirking as he pulls one hand from his pocket and pats the top of it– your panties safely tucked inside of his dress pants.
JEAN kirstein, eren yeager, reiner braun, NANAMI kento, gojo satoru, NAOTO tachibana, hanma shuji + your favs
Pairing: Naoto Tachibana x Fem! Reader
CW: Selfship-coded. Smut (oral (fem! receiving), P in V)
WC: 0.5K
MDNI - 18+
Your trysts with Naoto have become frequent. Every night, he came over to your apartment. Initially, it began with small chatter about his day, segueing into yours. You noticed he was more interested in hearing you talk about the things that interested you; things that make you tick or make your eyebrows crinkle, hinting at irritations of your day. He's been slowly making his way into your heart, but only when you allowed him to.
He'd quickly fix any of your frustrations with soft kisses on your lips, eventually lowering them to the pulse of your neck. Whenever he lingered on the crevice between your neck and shoulder, he felt your fingernails dig into his shirt. Always gentle, he went further south, exploring all the points of your body that made you melt beneath him. There was never hesitation when he removed the layers of fabric that concealed what he truly wanted to taste.
The moment his tongue slipped into your cunt, you writhed as his kitten licks would become slurps; he was attentive, tasting every bit of your juices, but he wanted to make you beg for it too. His teeth would graze your clit, and then he'd pull away, observing how you would whine loudly for him.
"More, please..."
"Be nice to me..." Your sweet Naoto knew he had you in the palm of his hand.
"Please, Naoto...I need more." He'd gently kiss your thighs as you beseeched him to continue what he started. The sweet chuckle of his became darker as his mouth got closer to your apex, giving in to whatever his sweetheart yearned for. His mouth was back where it belonged, inserting one finger to play with your G-spot.
"Naoto, Naoto, Naoto..."
His eyes followed your body's movements. You played with your breasts as you were reaching the peak of your climax. He's not going to make you come like this; you deserve more. He pulls away, lowering his trousers, noticing the pre-cum stain on his underwear. You want to taste, but as your mouth desires to sample him, he uses his strength to get you on all fours.
There are no sweet praises as he slips it inside of you. He bottoms out in one stroke, feeling your walls grip his cock as he steadies his pace. He lowers himself to kiss your shoulders, making his length go much deeper. You push your back against his chest as you cry.
"Nghhhh, please don't stop."
The dark chuckle comes back.
"Patience...you're doing so well for me." Another kiss on your shoulder and then your back.
He goes faster, thrusting harder into you. His hands grip onto your hips, quietly demanding you to say his name again. When your hand attempts to find your clit, he grabs it as he buries your face into the cushioned surface.
"No...Only I can make you feel good. Do you understand?"
You quietly nod as his thrusts quicken, slipping his hand to play with your clit.
"AHHHH, NAOTO!"
There it was, the peak he was waiting to reach. He knew he could get you there, and now he could finally finish, letting him fill you to the brim. Even when he's finished, he lazily plays with your clit, kissing wherever his mouth can reach. He remains inside you, savouring tonight's conquest.
"Could you stay tonight?" You ask shyly as your bodies pull apart from each other.
inaba is a small town, so it's not uncommon for multiple people to have a crush on the same person. but having all the girls in your friend group fall for you was something you didn't anticipate!
chie and yukiko fell for you first! by the time they developed feelings for you, rise and naoto weren't even part of the investigation team!
both girls thought they had all the time in the world to confess to you, not wanting to rush things and ruin what they had with you right now. but as rise entered the scene, they knew they should've made a move when they still had a chance!
yukiko is used to being the girl everyone wants, but rise is in a completely different league! rise is charming and flirty, having an easy time getting close to you and making you fall for her!
by the time naoto enters the scene, the other three girls have a bit of a friendly rivalry going on! but naoto ends up changing things up once more!
naoto might have feelings for you too, but she's not as bold as the other three! she doesn't flirt with you like them, but she has her own charms, being easily flustered by you, which is quite the adorable sight…
while the four girls all have a thing for you, they are still friends with each other! neither of them is willing to give up on you, but they all would accept whatever choice you end up making!
though perhaps you don't even need to choose one girl! rise does like joking about you dating all four of them, so maybe you should consider that option…
the lack of Naoto content is actually hurting my feelings…
it’s common knowledge that Naoto overworks himself. imagine him coming home, frustrated from a long day of conspiring with takemitchi and desperate to be in your arms. that’s how he ended up with his back flush against your chest, completely undressed while you remain fully clothed. your legs rest on either side of his hips, occasionally squeezing around him to keep him in place when he squirmed..
your hand slowly stroked his hard cock, massaging his tip and earning breathy moans from Naoto. he gasps loudly as you pick up your pace. his fingers are gripping your thighs so hard it’s starting to hurt. you don’t seem to mind though, not when his head flys back to your shoulder, giving you a view of his blissed out face…
he reaches for your free hand, interlocking your fingers as you continue your movements. you lean down to press kisses on his exposed shoulder and he shudders against you.. he looks absolutely breathtaking like this, flushed a deep shade of red and bucking his hips up to meet your hand.
he moans breathily, beginning to squirm more frequently making you aware of his impending release. moving your hand faster you circle his tip with your thumb. he’s leaking so much precum your hand is practically gliding over his cock. he’s getting desperate , you can feel it with the way he’s twitching against you.
“let go for me, darling, i know you can do it..” you coo and he meets your request with a loud moan. he shoots out an impressive load, making a mess all over your hand and his stomach.
his release makes it even easier to continue your movements and you do, your hand not faltering. tears are welling up in Naoto’s eyes.. he feels so good!! he thrashes against you, hips stuttering as he meets the thrust of your hand. his nails are digging into the hand interlocked with his…
he’s crying now, tears falling down his red cheeks. his pants fill the air, interrupted by moans broken in pitch. he’s so sensitive and it’s not long until he’s coming again, his slick release coating your hand once more.
he’s practically screaming when you don’t halt the movements of your hand. he’s so overstimulated it’s starting to hurt but he doesn’t dare try to pull away.
“‘s too much..mph!! i can’t take it anymore…” he drawls out in a tone so high in pitch it has you drooling at the sound.. you know he can take it, that’s why you don’t stop. he deserves all the attention in the world after all, he works so hard!! something tells Naoto it’s gonna be a long night…
Naoto loves getting dressed up and going on fancy dinner dates. You wear a pretty dress and he is in his gray suit, sitting across from each other, each drinking some wine, enjoying a nice dinner. He’ll subtly inch close to you throughout dinner, and he’ll begin telling you how he wants you that night when you get home. Whether he wants you bent over his desk, his fingers plunging into you while you lean against the front door, or maybe your lips wrapped around his cock in the kitchen. God, it excites him.
Naoto has a crush on reader since childhood but he enevr approached him. And in the future he regrets it, so he ask takemichi to help him. When takemichi is in the past he tells little naoto to jump over his shadow.
And ever since naoto and reader are seen together laughing and cute stuff.
And the next time takemichi goes back to the futur Naoto is just thanking him, telling him how happy he is with reader
Naoto Tachibana x Male Reader
I apologize for falling off the face of the earth again...
(This took me 2 months to write because I am so bad at getting stuff done)
This felt like failure 17 on rescuing Hinata, but the two boys knew they were getting close. Even though saving Hinata was fresh on everyones minds, it wasn't the only thing holding in Naotos' attention.
Sneding Takemichi back to the past made him reminisce on his own childhood, his childhood friends. Naoto didn't have many of those. He was seen as the conspiracy theorist lunatic who was always spewing nonsense about unheard of things.
"Do you really think time travel is possible?" A young boy who looked around the same age as Naoto spoke, standing in front of his desk. It wasn't rare for kids to talk to each other, of course, but it was still shocking that someone chose this conversation starter with him.
"Well, yeah, it's not like we have proof that it doesn't exist, I think it's possible." Naoto replied eagerly. It was the first time he spoke to his classmates about something he genuinely enjoyed.
"You'll have to tell me abo-" the teacher calling for everyones attention cut Y/N short of his next few words. Quickly turning around and making his way to his desk. The class started, and they day went as normal. That was the only time Naoto ever spoke to the other boy.
Naoto was too scared to approach him again and ask what he planned on saying. He always looked so busy talking to other people. It felt pointless. Naotos daydreams were cut short when Takemichi walked through his apartment door. "I'm totally stumped, I have no idea what we can do from her." Takemichi sighed, plopping down on a chair nearby
Naoto looked away from the man just walking in, instead grabbing some old class photo he had shoved away in a drawer, circling Y/Ns face. Naoto stands with the picture in hand and looks over to Takemichi, "Why don't you try looking for ideas in the past, if nothings here, why don't you check what's happening there?" Naotos' idea bounced off the walls of Takemichis' brain. He knew he couldn't come up with a better idea than that.
"I guess I have no choice.." Takemichi grunted as he stood up to walk over towards Naoto. "Oh, and one small favor, when you find me in the past, could you try and convince me to go up to this boy." He hands Takemichi the picture with a little boys face circled, Takemichis face is mixed with confusion until he sees the saddened expression mixed onto Naotos' face. Naoto had a thing for this boy, Takemichi knew he'd Naoto at least something for all the work he'd done to help Hinata, so he agreed.
Grabbing eachothers hand and being sent to the past. Surprisingly, when Takemichi entered his consciousness, he still had the picture in hand. Walking down the street with Chifuyu to the park they always go to. The sun had started setting already, Takemichi took note as Chifuyu continued talking about whoever the hell Peke J was, Takemichi couldn't remember.
Reaching the playground, Takemichi took a seat on the swing set, Chifuyus house was nearby, and he quickly ran home before his mom on his ass about being late. "Any luck with Hinata?" Takemichi heard a younger voice coming from behind him, Naoto climbing onto the swing next the blonde.
"Oh, Naoto...hm, I've made some progress, but not enough to save yer yet." Takemichi looks at Naoto, saddened with his own response on the matter. He sighs, waiting to hear Naotos' response, but there's mothing. The younger boy stays silent, probably thinking of ways to help or what to do.
"Hey, Naoto." Takemichi blurts out as he starts to stare at the park in front of him. "What is it," Naoto looks over to the blonde with curiosity. "Do you know who this is?" Takemichi hands the photo of the circled boy to Naoto, his eyes widened slightly upon seeing the picture.
"Yeah, but how did you even get this? Prints don't come till tomorrow.." Naoto looks over at Takemichi, his certainty of Takemichis tame traveling abilities. "I just had a hunch that he might be of importance to you, and maybe our mission." Takemichi smiles brightly at Naoto.
"How would me talking to him help our mission-" Naoto was cut off as Takemichi loudly spoke his next words over him. "Just talk to him, alright! I know this'll be good for you, Tachibana." Takemichi began to take his leave, even though it'd felt like he'd only just gotten there.
Naoto watched him leave, heading home shortly after, though stealing glances at the photo every once in a while. Talk to y/n? How would that help save Hinata.
The next day felt no different for Naoto, but he knew he had to do something he wasn't used to doing...striking up a conversation. Y/n was busy talking to his other friends as Naoto walked towards him, y/ns friends cutting their conversation short, some look at Naoto as if he was an alien for just standing there.
"Hey, uh...y/n, you could see me after school. There's something I more or less wanna talk to you about." Y/n only noded in response with a small affirmative, and everyone, including Naoto, headed to their seats to listen in to the class.
The wait for school to be out was nothing short of dreadful for both Naoto and Y/n. It felt as if the words worst news was going to be dropped on them as soon as the bell rang.
Naoto was the first of the two to get out of class. Maybe it was the anxiety, but it felt like he had been waiting on y/n for ages. His anxiety seemed to worsen as y/n walked over to him. "Was there something you wanted to talk about?" Y/n gave a weak smile as he looked to Naoto.
"Right, my birthdays coming up...it's gonna be a space themes party, like Martian and stuff.." he giggled, gushing about his party while handing y/n a green envelope he seemed to have colored with marker. "I'll ask and let you know!" Y/n let out a dopey grin, grabbing the envelope with both hands.
Naotos eyes grew as he let out an awkward smile back, "I'll be dressed up, so make sure you are too, alright?" Naotos' question was answered with a simple nod from the other boy.
Naoto quickly spotted Hinata waiting nearby for him to finish his conversation. He sprinted to her while waving bye to his new friend.
Y/n opened the invitation as soon as Naoto left the secen. Hinata clearly wrote down all the information, but Naoto drew pictures of aliens and planets all over. God, he was such a nerd, that's what played through y/ns mind with a smile.
It felt like months until Naotos' birthday, when it was only around a week, he was dressed as an alien king. Around 5-8 other kids were there that were his age, but the majority were Hinatas friends. Everyone was in some half-assed space costume, some girls in sparkly "star" dresses, and others like Takemichi, who taped card board on his forehead and called it Saturn.
Y/n made his way to the party in green with some cardboard antennas he made the day he got the invite. He looked around, searching for the birthday boy. Naoto soon found y/n looking around. It's not surprising how fast he noticed y/n. It was the only thing he was thinking about the whole party.
"You came! And you're dressed up!" Naoto was cheering excitedly. No boys ever made him this happy before. Why did he feel like this. "Of course I did. Was I not supposed to?" Y/n teased back, making Naoto shake his head violently to explain himself.
"I have an idea, we should make you a crown so we can match!" Naoto beamed excitedly, dragging y/n over to where some kids were drawing. Naoto had always been a geeky kid. His party was full of all the things he'd enjoyed, conspiracies, the unknown, etc. Drawing and writing had always been big hobbies of his because it could always relate back to this stuff.
"Aren't you wearing the crown cause you're the birthday boy? I don't wanna infringe on that." Y/n stated as Naoto started drawing a crown like shape on some cardboard. "Well it is MY birthday, just trust me." Naoto began cutting out the pieces to tape together.
Y/n watched Naotos face closely as he placed the cardboard crown on his head. A giggle leaving both of them soon there after. Naoto had never cared for Takemichi. He only trusted him because he wanted to save his sister from this bad future possibility. But Takemichi forcing him to talk to you, maybe wasn't all that bad.
"Thank you, Takemichi." Takemichi had finally come back to the present after seeing you and Naotos crown situation. Takemichi looked around the room, seeing a figure by the bed in Naotos office, and someome sitting in Naotos desk chair.
Waking up more, Takemichi realized it was y/n. "I'm sure you're wondering who that is, that's y/n." Naoto looked at Takemichi with a smile. "Y/n won't remember any of the timelines, and hell it took me a long time to convince him in this one, but he will be an amazing asset for saving Hinata."
Yn gave a little wave, standing up to yake his leave so Naoto and Takemichi could talk in private.
"Thank you, Hanagaki. I don't have the words to thank you enough." Naoto grabbed Takemichis' hand and bowed slightly in a way to show his appreciation. "I'm glad you're happy with your new friend Naoto, about time you got one." Takemichi teased, with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Friend? Y/n is my boyfriend." Naoto stood up with a cheery grin, not oaying any mind to Takemichis prior insults.
