he just can’t take a hint! you’re hopelessly in love with him, yet he’s too hung up on soccer and michael kaiser.
oh, god, don’t even mention michael. world’s best striker? more like world’s biggest jerk!
he caught on that you liked alexis pretty early on. and whenever you’re—unfortunately—alone together, he teases you about it.
back to alexis, though. who even cares about that blue-haired rat…
you drop hints back and forth, he’s almost too dense to be cute. almost.
you hold eye contact a little longer with him. that’s surely a sign!
you search for him first in any room. that’s surely a sign!
you stand and walk beside him at any given chance. surely that’s a sign.
you tell your friends all about him; his little v-shaped smile, the way his eyes light up animatedly, the way he laughs, his shy demeanor but confidence when he’s passionate…
what’s not to love about him?
and he’s so gentle. he’s polite; the nicest a boy has ever been. he hovers his hand over the small of your back in crowded spaces, asking you through a whisper beside your ear, “is this okay?”, before he guides you around.
he holds your hand sometimes, keeping it nice and simple. palm on palm, your fingers resting on the back of his hand.
it’d be so intimate to interlace your fingers with him…
very, very rarely, when things are rough and he can tell you’re upset—he always does, but often chooses to protect your self preservation, thus often doesn’t point it out—, he moves your hair out of your face, holds you close and presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
oh, but that’s just what friends do, it seems.
if only this stupid boy knew just how much of a fool he is. just how much of a fool in love, you are.
on the flipside, though, michael kaiser swears that alexis never shuts the fuck up. the boy’s delusional, for sure.
on and on about how you’re surely dropping hints.
like, you don’t hold eye contact with anyone. but you maintain it with him, and for long periods, at that. that’s surely a sign!
you find him first in any room, that’s surely a sign!
you stand and walk beside him, like, always. surely that’s a sign.
and you’re so perfect. what’s not to like about you?
your charming smile, your entrancing laugh, your eyes that shine with every grin… you’ve got him enamoured!
if only silly you knew just how much of a fool you are. just how much of a fool in love, he is.
೯⠀⁺ 𖥻 multi bllk men x gn reader ! ⁺ ᰋ .ᐟ sfw 𓏵 4.10.25 ! . . (새로운 감정) big spoon or small spoon !?
ㅤ( ୨୧ ) WARNINGS ! tooth rottening fluff !!
RIN ITOSHI
BIG SPOON 90% OF THE TIME! ; rin doesn’t say it out loud, but he sleeps best when you’re tucked neatly into his arms—like it’s the only way his world stays still. he likes the way your back fits against his chest, the quiet rhythm of your breathing syncing with his. his hand always finds its place around your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin, grounding him. sometimes, when you shift, he’ll pull you closer without a word, murmuring something soft that sounds like your name. on the rare nights you convince him to let you hold him instead, he goes stiff for a moment, then sighs—a small, quiet sound that feels like surrender. he’ll never admit it, but he secretly melts at how gentle you are with him… even if he still insists he’s the one who sleeps better being the big spoon.
SAE ITOSHI
BIG SPOON 85% OF THE TIME! ; Sae isn’t the type to initiate affection, but when he’s tired—really tired—he finds himself naturally curling around you. it’s not dramatic or over-the-top; it’s quiet, protective, safe. his arm drapes lazily around your middle, his face buried in your hair, and there’s this faint hum he makes whenever you shift closer, like he’s wordlessly telling you to stay. he’d never admit how much he likes the warmth of your body pressed against his chest, or the peace that settles over him when you breathe in unison. every now and then, though, when he’s had a long day, you’ll feel him ease back into your arms instead. and even then—he somehow still manages to make being the small spoon look composed and beautiful, like it’s just another quiet victory.
SHIDOU RYUSEI
50/50! unpredictable menace energy ; shidou doesn’t have a default—he just wants to be close, however that looks. sometimes he’s behind you, arms looped around your waist so tight you can barely move, his laughter tickling your neck as he presses kisses into your skin. sometimes he’s the one being held, head buried against your chest, grinning when you trace your fingers through his hair. he likes both—the way he can protect you as the big spoon, and the way you can calm him as the small one. it’s chaos, but in that shidou kind of way: wild, affectionate, impossible not to love. if he’s the little spoon, though, expect him to turn halfway through the night just to start a new wrestling match disguised as cuddling.
ISAGI YOICHI
SMALL SPOON 70% OF THE TIME! ; isagi doesn’t mean to be, but he is a small spoon most nights. there’s something about feeling your arms around him that lets him relax in a way nothing else does. you can feel his shoulders soften, the steady rhythm of his breathing slowing as he melts against you. sometimes he’ll grab your hand and pull it tighter around his chest, whispering something drowsy and half-asleep—like he’s scared to lose the warmth if he doesn’t hold it close enough. but every now and then, when he’s feeling extra confident, he’ll pull you against him instead—clumsy but determined, pressing a kiss to your temple before falling asleep mid-sentence. you always wake up to find him back in your arms though, the softest smile on his face.
MICHAEL KAISER
BIG SPOON 80% OF THE TIME! ; kaiser likes control—likes being the one who gets to hold, to pull, to tease. when he’s the big spoon, his arm fits perfectly around you, hand resting on your stomach as he whispers little nothings in your ear. his breath is always warm, always close, and you can feel him smirk against your skin every time you shiver. he’ll kiss the back of your neck lazily, just because he can, then murmur, “comfortable, liebling?” like he’s not the reason you can’t think straight. but—every so often, when the world feels too loud—he lets you be the one to hold him. and that’s when he’s quiet. eyes closed, head tucked under your chin, hand still tracing absent shapes against your side. he won’t say it out loud, but he sleeps easier like that.
ALEXIS NESS
SMALL SPOON 85% OF THE TIME! ; ness fits into your arms so naturally it’s like he was made for it. soft hair brushing your chin, heartbeat steady under your hand—it’s domestic, sweet, easy. he hums when you pull him closer, always whispering a gentle “goodnight” before he settles in. he likes knowing you’re there, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his back until he falls asleep. when he’s upset, he doesn’t even need to ask—you just know, wrapping him up until he relaxes against you. still, sometimes he surprises you by rolling over and hugging you instead, chin tucked over your shoulder with a smile. “just this once,” he says, but the way he holds you—protective and warm—says otherwise.
KARASU TABITO
BIG SPOON 75% OF THE TIME! ; karasu’s the kind of big spoon who makes it feel like second nature. he’ll pull you in after a long day, chin resting on your shoulder, his voice low as he mumbles about nothing in particular. his hand moves in slow, comforting motions against your waist, tracing shapes he’ll never admit are little hearts. sometimes, when he thinks you’re asleep, he’ll whisper things—soft, fleeting confessions that melt into the dark. but every once in a while, you catch him off-guard; you pull him into your arms, and he freezes for half a second before relaxing, a quiet laugh escaping him. “you tryna steal my job?” he teases, but he doesn’t move away. and when morning comes, he’s still there—tangled up in you, pretending he’s not the one holding on tighter.
✧ 士道 龍聖 + アレクシス・ネス ﹒﹒ 𖹭 congratulations! you just gave birth!! but why does your baby look so much like your husband..? ― shidou ryusei + alexis ness x reader (separate) ⋆ incl. mentions of birth, shidou himself is a warning, ness thinks about kaiser first even at the birth of his own baby, the baby is a girl 𝜗ৎ final one !! ₍₍⚞(˶>ᗜ<˶)⚟⁾⁾
part 1 ✶ part 2 ✶ part 3 ✶ part 4 ✶ part 5 (you're here)
𐔌 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈 ꒱
You were barely conscious when the doctor placed your daughter in your arms. Everything ached. The room was still spinning. Someone was crying, probably Shidou, because it didn’t sound baby-sized and it definitely wasn’t you. You blinked down at the soft little bundle against your chest and managed a tired, dazed smile. Pink. Her
You were barely conscious when the doctor placed your daughter in your arms.
Everything ached. The room was still spinning. Someone was crying — probably Shidou, because it didn’t sound baby-sized and it definitely wasn’t you. You blinked down at the soft little bundle against your chest and managed a tired, dazed smile.
Pink.
She had a little wisp of pink-blonde hair. It stuck up in messy tufts at the ends, like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to stand or lay flat. You blinked again. Her eyes opened. Pink. Wild. Round and way too aware for a newborn. A nurse beside you whispered, “She looks just like her father..”
CRASH.
The door slammed open like someone had thrown him through it. You didn’t even need to look up.
“DID I MISS THE MAIN EVENT?!” Shidou bellowed, shirt halfway on and a Gatorade bottle in hand like he just sprinted here from the gym.
The room froze. The baby blinked.
You tilted her toward him like a piece of evidence in a criminal case. “Nine months,” you croaked. “Nine months in my womb, making me suffer from back pain, cravings, and having to share a bed with your flailing limbs. And she comes out looking exactly like her stupid father.”
He beamed. No shame. Just pure, undeserved pride.
“Of course she looks like me,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “My genes came in stronger. Like my swimmers. You’re welcome.”
Silence. A nurse made a noise like she was suppressing a laugh and a call to the security at the same time.
You closed your eyes and said a silent prayer.
But Shidou was still in his monologue.
“She’s already got that feral look in her eye. Like she’s gonna kick another baby in the shins for stealing her toy. She’s got my fight in her. My instincts. My—”
And then the baby, with perfect comedic timing and zero hesitation, opened her tiny mouth and projectile vomited directly onto his chest.
Shidou froze. You stared.
“...Nice,” he said after a long pause. “Powerful. Great core strength. She’s gonna have a hell of a throw-in.”
You threw a blanket at his face.
He spent the next ten minutes wiping himself off with hospital-grade wipes and muttering things like, “Spit up builds immunity anyway,” and “That was basically a love bomb.”
He slept in a chair that night. Still proudly shirtless, still bragging about her lung capacity.
And the baby? She didn’t cry once.
Just stared at him. Wide-eyed and judging, like she knew exactly what kind of man her father was.
𐔌 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ꒱
You’d barely finished pushing the baby out before Ness burst into tears.
Not subtle ones, either. Messy, shoulder-shaking, hiccup-filled sobs like someone just gave a Grammy speech in his honor. One nurse asked if he needed a moment. You weren’t sure if she meant out of the room or out of the relationship.
Still, he pulled himself together just long enough to cut the umbilical cord dramatically, with his eyes closed, and kiss your forehead with trembling lips. “She’s here,” he whispered like you hadn’t noticed. “Our daughter. Our legacy. Our—”
“She has hair,” you croaked.
Ness stopped mid-monologue.
The nurses handed her to you, swaddled and pink. You blinked down at the small tuft of brownish-magenta curls on her head and felt your soul exit your body.
She opened her eyes.
Magenta.
You gasped.
You turned to Ness. “No. No, no no no! tell me this isn’t happening.”
He leaned over, teary again, and gasped at the sight. “Oh my God. She looks like me.”
You stared at him, horrified.
“Nine months in my womb, making me suffer… and she looks like her stupid father!”
He placed a hand over his heart. “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“She literally made a noise just now that sounded like a sigh of judgment.”
“She’s advanced!” he beamed. “She’s already emotionally in tune with the world. That’s your influence.” You side eye him, “she sighed like she wanted to file a complaint.” But Ness didn’t hear you. He was already taking selfies with her. At angles.
“Don’t you think she kind of has Kaiser’s bone structure?” he muttered, frowning at a photo.
You snapped your head toward him so fast it nearly dislodged your IV. “I WILL PUT YOU IN A DIFFERENT ROOM.”
“Okay! Okay! She’s mine! All mine!” he said, cradling her like she was a trophy. “I’m never letting go.” You took one look at his delusional little smirk and the baby in his arms,who now looked slightly smug, if that was even possible, and sighed.
“She’s already enabling you. I’m raising two of you, aren’t I?”
“She’s gonna be perfect,” he whispered.
You gave up. You were too tired for this.
He slept in the hospital bed beside you that night.
Curled around your daughter like a pink-haired dragon hoarding its first jewel.
You still hadn’t even held her for five uninterrupted minutes.
part 1 ✶ part 2 ✶ part 3 ✶ part 4 ✶ part 5 (you're here)
hiii! could you do a ness x reader basically fell in love at first sight. reader is super flirty and sweet with ness but serious to everyone else and ness is super flustered because he isn't normally the one people choose. ness is all pink in the face while reader is hanging on his arm,complimenting him, kissing him, and playing with his hair while completely ignoring anyone around him, in favor of ness. ^^
awwww cute tysm!!
only you
alexis ness x gn!reader. this got veryyyy suggestive idk
ness had no idea how this happened.
you were everything he wasn’t used to. serious, quiet, a little intimidating to anyone who didn’t know you, but kind, especially to him. and you were smiling so sweetly as you curled your fingers in his hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“so soft… are you sure you’re real?” you asked, teasing but level as your nails gently scratched his scalp. ness nearly melted into his seat.
“y-you’re gonna embarrass me…” he mumbled, voice too small to match the pink crawling up his neck to his ears. “everyone’s looking.”
you glanced up briefly at the passing stares from teammates, managers, and every other nosy person in the hall. your expression cooled to something flat and disinterested. “i don’t care about them. only you.”
ness could’ve combusted. he ducked his head down a little as you tugged him closer by the arm you were wrapped around.
“you’re really…” he struggled to find the right words. “you’re too much.”
“too much for you?” you tilted your head, batting your lashes at him as if you didn’t already know the answer.
“no! no, i like it.” ness’s mouth fumbled over the words, but he got there eventually. “i just… don’t get it. why me?”
you gave him a look that made his heart squeeze. leaning your head against the wall, you turned your gaze up and hummed. “because you’re sweet. and you’re kind. and you look so cute when you get flustered like this.”
you moved closer and brushed your lips against his cheek. ness felt his whole body tense like a chord pulled too tight.
“i like the way you’re always trying to make people happy. i like the way your eyes glimmer when talk about your interests. i like you.”
ness covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying desperately to hide the grin fighting its way through. “you’re… unbelievable.”
“mhm.” you kissed the soft lobe of his ear this time, a feather-light touch that had him following after you like a dog on a leash. “and you’re mine.”
he swallowed thickly, cheeks still burning bright. “y-yeah… yours. only yours.”
he couldn’t believe it. he still didn’t get why someone like you wanted someone like him. he wasn’t going to complain about it, though.
not when you looked at him like that. or when you held his hand so easily. or when you made him feel like he was worth choosing.
a/n : i saw this req right after i changed my pfp on ig to puppyboy ness...i genuinely don’t like my writing here sorrysorry it’s bad it’s been awhile since ive read the manga so kinda ooc ackk (ill probs rewrite it soon)
puppyboy!ness who’s the clingiest and most affectionate pup you’ve ever met, constantly hovering around you and giving you hugs randomly throughout the day.
puppyboy!ness who would rather cut off his own arm than willingly part from you, which required you to constantly pry him off while listening to his pitiful whimpers.
puppyboy!ness who finds genuine joy in helping you with absolutely anything. whether it be house chores or just fetching something from another room for you.
puppyboy!ness who once offered to help assemble a dresser. but you shooed him off, worried that he might hurt himself since he wasn’t familiar with the tools. however, the rejection stung harder than anything, causing him to withdraw gradually, thinking that he was redundant and hindering you.
puppyboy!ness who would overthink everything, feeling useless and opting to quietly sit beside you instead of the usual pawing at your shirt and demanding for head pats.
puppyboy!ness whose ears were constantly flattened to the top of his head, the never ending tail wags finally ceased and was instead tucked between his legs. soon enough you pointed out his troubled behavior and asked what was wrong.
puppyboy!ness who blurted out everything that he was feeling and that helping people was the only thing that he knew. he broke down into sobs, hiccuping softly while drenching the front of his shirt. he continued to ramble about feeling unwanted and how he wanted you to depend on him with
puppyboy!ness whose ramble was cut off you wrapping your arms around him tightly, while you whispered affirmations into his ear as you gentlystroked his fluffy hair.
puppyboy!ness who felt the knot in his stomach easing, understanding your kind intentions. he clutched the front of your shirt, purring at the feeling of your nails taking through his magenta locks.
puppyboy!ness who was finally his usual self around you, tail thumping loudly against the ground happily as you gave him task after task to complete. beaming at you whenever you rewarded him with head rubs or pecks against his chubby cheek.
puppyboy!ness who clung to you all the time, hindering your movements while you moved about (not that you minded). he would incessantly bat his clear round eyes at you, even fluttering his lashes coyly to get whatever he wanted knowing how you would cave all the time.
puppyboy!ness who promised to stay by your side eternally.
you were barely inside the door when he launched himself at you.
arms wrapped around your waist, his body weight nearly knocking you back, and his face? immediately buried in your neck like it was the only place he could breathe.
“you’re finally home mein liebe!!”
you laughed softly, setting your bag down while holding him up with one arm. “ness, you saw me literally before lunch.”
“that was years ago in emotional time,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin.
his hands slid under your hoodie like it was second nature, palms pressing flat against the small of your back. warm. needy. unashamed. he clung like you were gravity and he was barely holding on.
“you’re warm,” he whispered. “and you smell like you, and i like it.”
“you used my body wash again, didn’t you?”
“...maybe.”
you pulled back slightly to look at him, and he just blinked at you, completely unapologetic. flushed cheeks, messy blond hair, sleeves too long over his hands—he looked like he hadn’t moved from the couch all day, which, knowing him, was probably true.
“i didn’t even eat lunch,” he said dramatically. “was too love-starved. my organs shut down. i’m barely hanging on.”
you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile spreading on your face.
“you’re so clingy.”
“you say that like it’s a bad thing,” he replied, eyes softening as he leaned back in and nuzzled your cheek with his nose. “if i could unzip my skin and crawl into yours, i would.”
you choked on a laugh. “ness!”
“what?” he grinned. “i’m romantic.”
he tugged you toward the couch without another word, practically dragging you onto him until you were lying side by side—except “side by side” was generous. he was practically on top of you, arms around your waist, head resting under your chin, legs looped with yours.
he sighed happily. like you were a charger and he was finally plugged in.
“don’t leave,” he mumbled. “just stay. we can nap. or cuddle. or i can give you tiny forehead kisses until you melt.”
you ran your fingers through his hair gently. he melted into it like it was his favorite drug.
“you’re ridiculous,” you said.
“i’m yours, schatz"
quiet settled in. warm and safe.
you tilted your head, pressing your lips to the top of his hair. he hummed softly, a little sleepy now, his nuzzling turning lazy.
“you love me, right?” he asked quietly.
“so much it’s stupid.”
his smile bloomed against your collarbone.
“good. because i’m never letting go.”
and true to his word—he didn’t.
p.s: idk if it's me but writing ness is difficult 😭
.ᐟcw: suggestive, mentions of doing it, mentions of pregnancy, fluffy stupidness
Isagi Yoichi
He FREEZES. Like mid-bite of his sandwich, just blinking at you.
You casually go, “Yeah... I’m marrying you. You’re about to have all my babies.” Isagi short-circuits.
“HUH?!”
Face bright red, ears burning, sandwich forgotten. “B-Babies?! Now?! You can’t just— I mean—” He fidgets, rubbing the back of his neck, flustered but clearly thinking about it way too seriously now.
Later that night, he hugs you way too tight while mumbling, "…wouldn't mind though. You’d look really cute pregnant..."
Shidou Ryusei
You say it once, and this man immediately pulls you into his lap.
Grinning all sharp and wide, eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh? Is that right, princess?"
You can feel how excited he instantly gets against you.
"Then c'mere," he whispers against your neck, voice low and rough.
"Let's get started on that army, huh? Hope you’re ready to be walking funny tomorrow."
He’s so serious about it you have to literally scramble away before he acts on it immediately.
Alexis Ness
You say it so casually while he’s fixing his hair. And poor Ness just short-circuits. Goes beet red and drops his comb. "Wh-what?! Babies?! Marrying?! U-Uh—uhm!!"
He frantically tries to fix his hair again even though his hands are shaking.
Would 100% start nervously rambling about how he needs to start planning everything— "Where would we live? Would you want a pet too? O-Or a garden? Maybe we could—!"
You just giggle while he’s literally spiraling, thinking about your entire married life together. "you're so cute, baby!" you squeal, hugging him
Rin Itoshi
You’re chilling together, scrolling through your phone, and you just casually mumble, "Yeah, I’m marrying you. You’re gonna give me all your babies." Rin CHOKES on his water. Then glares at you, cheeks tinted pink.
"Shut up," he grumbles—but he can’t meet your eyes and the tips of his ears are bright red.
Later, when you're dozing off on the couch, he whispers, “.. 's not like I'd mind...” and presses a kiss to your temple.
Michael Kaiser
Kaiser would smirk like the cockiest mf alive. "Really, princess? Can't blame you, schatz." He’d grab your chin gently and make you look at him. "All my babies, hm?"
He says it mockingly, but the way his voice drops an octave... you KNOW he's taking it seriously. He’d lean in real close and whisper against your lips, "If you want it that bad... I'll fill you up right now, hübsches Mädchen." (You’re not escaping without getting absolutely ruined.)
Sae Itoshi
You say it after he does something mundane—like handing you your favorite snack without being asked, or casually fixing your computer like it was nothing. You're half-joking, dramatic on purpose. But Sae freezes mid-step. "…What?"
You grin. “You ‘bout to have all my babies, Sae. I’m locking this down.” He stares at you like you’ve grown another head. Then scoffs, shaking his head. “…Tch. You’re annoying.” But the tips of his ears are red.
Later, when you're curled up next to him watching a movie, he mumbles under his breath, “You’d probably look good with my babies…”
(He thinks about it for days. And suddenly starts pulling out less. )
Bachira Meguru
You say it while he’s being cute. Like handing you your favorite hoodie or offering you a weird snack combo only he would think of. You go full dramatic “Meguru. I’m marrying you. You’re about to have ALL my babies.” He gasps, eyes sparkling.
“All of them?! Even the chaos goblin ones??” Then he tackles you onto the couch, giggling.
"You really wanna be stuck with me forever, huh~?"
Later, he doodles a lil stick-figure family on your arm with hearts and writes “Future Bachira babies” in Sharpie.
Hi! Can I request please Alexis Ness + Flower + classmates. Thank you ❤️
Flowers from the magician
Ness has been nervous all day. Not because of pending assignments or upcoming tests (though honestly, he should be), but because of a gift he's been planning to give.
That is, to no other than you. You may be nothing more than friends to others' eyes, but you've captured his heart with ease. Ever since you were assigned to be each other's seatmates, he's been taken by your smile, your kindness and those little quirks only yours to have.
Moments with you always feel special, no matter how ordinary they might be. He definitely has a soft spot for you, and he's been wanting to show you how much you mean to him for a while.
He wanted to do it through a gesture that would be meaningful to you, something thoughtful that would speak of his feelings.
And he knew just the thing that day you two walked home together, and your eyes lingered on a flower shop nearby.
"Do you like flowers?" He'd pointed out when he noticed, to which you nodded.
"They're so pretty, aren’t they? I'd like to buy a bouquet sometime." You comment, purposefully slowing down to stare further.
"A bouquet? You plan on giving them to someone?" He'd asked, used to people buying those as gift.
"No… for myself." You explained. "I can't just wait around until someone buys them for me, right?"
You gave him a soft smile along your self-assured words, and he was done for. The Implication that you hadn't been gifted flowers despite your love for them, and the way that it only made you motivated to change that for yourself, it stuck to his brain.
And hey, he thinks it’s admirable that you do things for yourself instead of waiting for others to do the work, but ever since, all he's wanted was to get those flowers for you.
Amd that’s why he's at the flower shop you had seen that day, arranging the best bouquet he can for you.
"So, pink carnations mean gratitude? And the red ones love?" He asks for confirmation to the shop assistant, who nods with a smile.
"Yes, they're pretty popular. Do you want any others?"
"Any that look pretty… and that mean nice things." He answers meekly, now wishing he had asked you which are your favorite flowers.
The shop assistant gives him a sympathetic look, knowing he could use some recommendations. "Maybe you could choose some in that person's favorite color, as well?"
Ness perks back up, and starts leading them through flowers in the colors he's seen you use all the time. They have the bouquet arranged in no time after that, him proudly taking it in his arms.
"You know, most people would buy roses and be done with it," the assistant comments as he pays for it, "but you went out of your way to make something custom. I'm sure that person will appreciate it."
His nerves settle down slightly, muttering a 'thank you' before carefully leaving with the flowers. Everyone inside the shop is still gushing over 'first loves' and the 'polite young man' that visited them, but Ness already has the next part of his plan in motion.
Which is, to his demise, actually giving you the flowers.
His hands practically tremble as he rereads your text for the hundred time, the one in which you'd told him you were on your way to see him. He didn't give much context as to why he wanted to hang out with you outside of class, but you still agreed and he almost can't believe it. Planning is one thing, but following through is an entirely different one. He can even see passerbys giving him curious looks, and he kinda wishes for Earth to swallow him whole.
That is, until he feels a tap on his shoulder.
"Ness…?" You speak softly, almost unsure, and his heart skips several beats.
"…Hi," He mumbles as he turns around, realizing he has no idea of what to say. The bouquet is so big it covers half of his face, and it's no use trying to hide his true intentions now.
"I almost didn't see you," You comment with a tentative smile, "Was afraid I'd mistake you for someone else."
He lets out a breathy laugh, unable to utter a normal response. He tries to go straight to the point instead but the words won't come out his mouth, and he fears he's making things too awkward.
"So… do you need help with that?" You break the silence first, and that gets him out of frozen state.
"Sorry... what?"
"I mean, you didn’t specify why you called me here, so I'm guessing… do you need help giving a gift to someone? I can help you carry those."
Ness stares at you blankly, because what do you even mean?! He bought these flowers for you, asked you to meet him here, so he could given them to you! Not to anyone else!
The worst part is that you continue talking about it being such a thoughtful gift, and how you like the flowers he chose, without catching on that you're the actual recipient of the gift. He can't stand it!
"Wait wait- stop," He abruptly interupts, "I don’t want to give these to anyone else, I got them for you!"
The words come out so easily now, it's hard to tell that they had been stuck at his throat mere seconds ago. Your eyes widen as you process what he said, your response sounding soft and unsure. "You… did?"
"Yes! That’s why i told you to come see me. I wanted to do this ever since you told me you liked them, I… planned it all for you."
He let's out an heavy exhale, god it felt good to finally say that. He sees the way your eyes flicker down, now allowing yourself properly to look at the bouquet, before he extends it for you to take.
"I… Thank you," you whisper in awe, "I didn’t want to assume."
He scoffs softly, like he can’t fathom the idea of possibly giving them to someone else. He doesn't point it out, though, as his attention is on how overwhelmed you seem by the gesture.
Because you're not saying anything, but its clear in your behavior: In the the heat rushing to your face, in the softness of your speech.
"This… means a lot me," you express after a moment, "Seriously."
His gaze softens further, pleased. "I'm glad."
Ness hesitates, unsure of how to keep the conversation going without breaking it's magic, before saying, "Do you… want to know what they mean?"
And it's clearly the right answer, because your eyes light up at it. "They have a meaning? Sure! Tell me."
Ness gived you a sheepish look, embarrased by his own thoughtfulness, before accepting. The two of you decide to walk towards a cafe as you speak, agreeing on eating somewhere to spend more time together.
"Okay, lilac roses mean… fascination, at first sight." The vendor said love at first sight, Ness knows it, but he changes it because he's still shy.
"That’s really flattering, Ness." You comment as you glance down at them, "And these ones? Carnations, right?"
"Yes, the pink ones mean gratitude." He confirms, "I wanted to let you know… that I'm grateful I got to meet you."
"…I feel the same." You admit quietly. "And the red ones?"
Ness looks away, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks as he remembers the meaning. "I… forgot. Maybe look it up when you get home?"
You laugh lightly, "Will do."
Ness slowly looks back at you, realizing you're still carrying the bouquet.
"Let me carry them for you," He offers, but you refuse.
"I want to do it." You reply, and the way you say it, certain, like it's not a burden but a pride for you to hold them— it keeps him from insisting.
That's when he takes it in, the way you've been holding them close to your chest with fond affection. The way you haven't stopped smiling since you received them.
He resumes speaking then, your shoulder brushing against his occasionally.
And wether or not you do your research and ask why he gave you flowers that mean romantic love,
He already knows he's going to gift you many more.
cupid's note: aaa i adore ness im so glad he got requested! he's such a sweetheart so i know he'd pay attention to things like flower language 🥺💜 loved the concept of the aunties in the store fawning over his thoughtfulness, i had to add that lol also if anyone knows the artist of the art i used please tell me, it's so beautiful but i couldn't find credits anywhere >< that's all, thank you for reading!
