#nms x reader

[your-nms-preferences]

Hi! I'm not going through the best time right now, so could you write a small drabble ficlet about Kyouya-sensei comforting a female reader for feeling like a failure? It'd mean the world to me! Thank you for everything ❤❤🌹

Of course I can. And, although I don’t know what you’re going through, I hope that things will get better for you soon. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy.

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The bell had already chimed and echoed through the halls, having told the students of the academy to go home long ago. With several staying back to attend their club activities. Around this time, faculty members would either be grading papers, planning the next days lessons, or walking around the campus. Their job was to shoo off any loitering students, back to their dorms or where ever they needed to be next.

Kyouya was one of the people who usually did the last, he was used to dealing with troublesome students anyway. Especially when the most notorious troublemaker was one of the students you had to teach and see on a near-daily basis, with the exception of the times he skipped class.

So far, he only had to deal with a few rebellious first years that he found staying behind in their classrooms. All he had to do was glare at them and they were immediately on their way. 

Besides that one small incident, it seemed as if nobody else was dawdling around. Good, that meant he’d be able to go back home and rest for a while longer. 

But, while travelling up the staircase to the rooftop, he heard a faint voice from behind the door. Upon leaning closer, he noticed the sound of choked sobs. And worry immediately began filling him.

He put his hand on the knob, exhaling deeply, as if to prepare for what could possibly happen. Turning it, and opening the door until he was able to peek his head out. Scanning the roof and trying to look for the one who was hiding outside.

However, as soon as the person outside heard someone else entering, they let out a small gasp of surprise. Scrambling to get up and diving behind someplace to avoid being seen, hoping that whoever it was would see that nobody was there and go away.

“Hello?” Kyouya asked, stepping out and closing the door behind him. “Is someone out here?”

His question was met with a gust of wind as a response. At this point, some would have turned back around, thinking that their assumption of someone being there was wrong. Not him, he swore that there was another person here. And he wouldn’t leave until he found them.

He began walking around, checking behind anything that could possibly be used as a hiding place. After about a minute or so of wandering around and finding nothing, he began to suspect that he really had just imagined the noise he heard.

Until he turned his head up, meeting someone else’s eyes. Who turned back when she saw him look at her. She knew he had seen her and, judging by the sound of footsteps coming closing, he was coming to her too. Knowing this, she covered up her face with her hands. Desperately trying to cover up her features.

The teacher turned the corner, finally spotting the one he had been searching for crouched behind it. She was turned away from him, and he could guess why she was trying to obscure herself. 

“{Y/N}?” He tentatively walked closer to her. 

Her breath hitched, moving her fingers so she could look at him. {E/C} eyes widening in alarm when she recognized him. “K-Kyouya-sensei?!” In a moment of vulnerability, her arms fell from her face out of shock. Which allowed the teacher to catch a glimpse of the dried tear trails left on her cheeks. 

His eyebrows knit into a face of worry. “What are you doing here? I heard a voice, so I went to check it out. I didn’t expect to find you.”

“Yeah, I’m, I’m sorry for bothering you. I should just go now, I didn’t mean to upset you.” She muttered, barely audible. She tried walking past him, but he held out a hand, gesturing for her to stop. Panic began to rise up in her, along with the tears still trying to spill out. Her gaze was stuck to the floor and off to the side, keeping her saddened expression away.

“.. I heard you crying earlier, {Y/N}.” He said, seeing her tense up at his words. “I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable, but would you mind telling me what’s wrong?”

She played with the hem of her uniform’s shirt, biting down on her lip. “Would you even care about it if I told you? It’s not like it’s anything that matters that mu-” She suddenly stopped, choking up on her words when she felt a tear slip out.

“.. {Y/N}, of course it matters. You matter.” He turned to face her, every ounce of strict authority that was usually in his voice was replaced with an soft tenderness. “And I promise you that I’m not leaving until I make sure that you’re okay again.”

The girl froze up, hands shaking as she turned to look up at him, her eyes still filled with tears, which were now cascading down her cheeks, and falling down onto her shirt. But, there was gratefulness in her irises. Hesitantly, she reached out her arms, stopping to look at Kyouya for his approval. 

He nodded, and she wrapped her arms around his torso. Crying into his chest and drenching his suit. He pat her head and her back, muttering words of comfort to her, trying to console her as best as he could.

He’d stay there for as long as she needed, because all that mattered to him right now was her.

[your-nms-preferences]

(in case tumblr ate it again) wakatoshikun finding cute little notes and tiny snacks and gifts from reader addressed to him on his desk and shoe locker and everywhere he goes and getting really flustered?

Sorry for taking so long to respond, and thank you for sending this in! I’ve been wanting to write for Wakatoshi for a while now, and I finally have a chance to do it!

The letter flew out of this locker as soon as he had wrenched it open. Twirling through the air, gracefully descending to the ground. After a few seconds of it dancing in front of him, it made a soft landing. Just on top of his shoe, sliding off of it and onto the panelled floors below. 

Wakatoshi, after a few moment’s hesitation, picked up the piece of paper. Looking upon it curiously, focusing on the heart sticker that was used to seal it shut. Was this supposed to be a love letter? Probably not, he doubted anyone would be able to like the most feared student on Ikemen Academy’s campus. Then, if not that, then what the hell was it supposed to be?

He worked his fingernail under the flap, tearing it open. There sat a sticky note that was much too small to fill up the entirety of the space inside. Now he knew it wasn’t a letter which talked about someone’s undying love for him. Even though he knew it wasn’t going to be one, he still had some lingering disappointment inside. 

He gingerly took it out, and began to read it. The handwriting looked rushed, barely even legible, as if the writer had to hurry while making this. But, he still somehow managed to read it, no matter how terrible the font was. 

‘Are you sure you aren’t lost? Because this school is far away from heaven ;)’

He wanted to stop reading then and there. But, for the sake of satisfying his curiousity, he continued reading. 

‘Sorry for that. Anyways, you haven’t met me, but I just think you’re pretty neat! I don’t get why so many people try to beat you up. I hope the rest of your day goes great, and you get a good night’s rest. Tomorrow, there’ll be a special surprise on your desk from me! Hopefully, none of your classmates steal it before you get to it. So make sure to get there fast! 

- From, a special someone’

That was where the letter ended, leaving him to wonder about who this special someone was. Was it one of his classmates, or an underclassman he had never noticed before? But, the words in the letter were just so unbelievably sweet. Unlike the empty threats he received from punks who picked fights with him, reprimands he received for his behaviour, nor the forced kindness when someone, who was so obviously scared of him, talked to him. 

He remembered the ‘surprise’ they had mentioned in the letter, and anticipation bubbled up inside of him. He began to look forward to the next day, and he just couldn’t wait for the hours to pass. But, maybe this was a prank, a trick to bring his hopes up. God, he hoped that wasn’t it.

But, when the morning came, and he was the first to enter the classroom. He saw something, sitting in the center of his desk. Just waiting for him to go and pick it up. So, he bolted over to it as if his life depended on it, and swept it into his hand. Where another sticky note was placed on top of the gift. 

‘Good morning! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I don’t really ever see you grabbing a bite in the morning. I know this isn’t the best thing ever, but it was all I had time for! I’ll grab you something better next time, I promise!

- From, a special someone’

Peeling back the note, he saw that it was just a simple pack of melon bread. And he could feel his heart warm up, and he had the sudden overwhelming urge to protect the sender of the letter with his very life. But, internally, there was a lingering doubt that there would ever be a next time. This was just a one time thing, where someone had pitied him so much that they had to give him something nice before they took it away from him. 

Then it happened again. And again. And again. And again. And again. 

After a while of being showered in gifts, snacks, and sticky notes filled with the sweetest words he had ever read, he realized that this wouldn’t stop. How could someone be this kind? To go out of their way to buy some food at the convenience store for him, taking time out of their day to write such delightful letters, even buying full on gifts for him. Bandages decorated with cartoon characters- they even managed to get ahold of the limited edition Pyo-kun ones- and even mini stuffed animals. 

All of this, and he didn’t even know their name. He’d probably never seen their face, unless they were someone he knew, and they were just that damn good at hiding their identity. Maybe it was someone who never stood out to him in the crowds at school. He was just dying to know who it was, so he could thank them repeatedly for all they did for him. 

That’s why he took things into his own hands, and trespassed into his classroom to pull an all-nighter. Which, believe it or not, wasn’t the worst thing he had done within the three years he had attended the academy. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be scared off when they entered the classroom and saw him looking like a hot mess from a horror movie. 

The hours of the night drifted by, with him struggling to stay awake with every passing second. It was like there was lead inside his skull and it was pulling him down, tempting him to just flop on the floor, and fall asleep. But, if he did that, then the point of coming here in the first place would be defeated. 

Just when he was on the verge of slipping into unconciousness, yawn after yawn escaping his mouth, he heard the door to the class slide open. He turned his head to the side, scrambling up from the floor, and trying to face the intruder properly. With a sheet of drowsiness slipping over his mind, he was barely able to hold himself up. But he managed, his eyes focusing on the person frozen in front of him.

And he saw you, gazing at him in shock with your mouth agape. In your hands was a full bento box, the meal you had planned for him on that day. While you stared at him with an expression of utmost shock. 

Sleepily, he began to speak. “So, uhm.. You’re the one that’s behind all this.” His words were quiet, just barely above a whisper, and they were slowed. What else would you expect from someone who was running on just a few hours of sleep? After a moment’s silence on your end, he hoped that he wasn’t scaring you. Was he glaring at you, something about the way he looked? He really didn’t want to make the person who had been spoiling him run away. 

You shifted your position, straightening yourself out. “Yep, that’s me!” You affirmed with a bright smile and a nod. “Sorry for hiding from you for so long, I kind of chickened out. I wanted to meet you, I really did! But I just couldn’t find enough courage to..” 

You trailed off, looking to the side to avoid his gaze. He would have considered himself blessed if he got to meet you sooner, but thank heavens he got to do it now. Boy, you were even cuter than how you made yourself seem in the notes. 

“A-Anyways! You’re here now, and I’m here too! So I guess I should give you the proper greeting you’ve been waiting for all this time.” You laughed awkwardly, scratching your cheek. Before holding out you hand for him to shake. “Hi! My name is {Y/N} {L/N}! The stranger, well not so much of a stranger anymore, who was sending you all these things all this time! Nice to finally meet you, Wakatoshi-senpai!” 

A blush ran across his face, and he prayed that you wouldn’t be able to see it in the dark. He took your hand, a shaky smile creeping up onto his face. He held onto it a bit longer than expected, but let go once he saw how long he had been holding your hand for. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. How did you talk to the person who had been pampering you with presents for months now? It was a hard question to answer. 

“Ah- Um!” He spluttered out, trying to start some kind of conversation. “W-Well, ya give me no choice. How can I repay you? Can I buy you something, t-take you out somewhere? Or should I pull the same shtick as you and give you notes n’gifts in return? I r-really don’t know what to say, nobody’s really done this kind of thing for me before so..” 

You hummed in reply, shaking your head at his suggestions. “Silly, you don’t have to give me anything in return! I just felt like it! And, you deserve a break from all the fights you get into. Unlike the punches people throw at you, it doesn’t hurt to receive something nice, and it doesn’t hurt me to give them to you!”

He choked on nothing, just too flustered by your words. He swore that this was all a dream, he probably just fell asleep, and you were just someone his mind thought up of. Just to make sure, he pinched his wrist. Biting his lip when he actually felt pain from it. That confirmed this was reality. It just felt like a dream. 

“N-No, there’s gotta be somethin’ I can do for ya! I can’t just walk away from this and ignore all you’ve done!” He protested. 

You blinked at his offer, tapping your index finger to your chin. “Why don’t we share this bento box I made! I mean, there’s only one pair of chopsticks, but..” You twirled the wooden utensils in your hand. 

“That’s it? I don’t mind doin’t that.” He said, sitting down in one of the desks backwards, his chest leaning against the back of the chair. “Come on, let’s eat before class starts. Sensei will lose his mind if he sees us.”

With that, you practically skipped over to the desk, sitting directly across from him. Opening the box and feeding him the first bite, beaming all the while Wakatoshi tried to avert his gaze. Attempting to hide his obvious blush from you. 

Kyouya sensei wasn’t all too mad when he caught you two in his classroom, fast asleep, and together in your own little world.

[your-nms-preferences]

May I request headcanons to the senpais & sensei reacting to kohai successfully breaking up a fight?

Of course! But please specify the senpais you want, thank you! I’m going to do all of them, but if you wanted a small ficlet, then I would recommend toning it down to one or two senpais. Also, just so you know, I write the reader and Kouhai-chan as two different people. I’m assuming you wanted a reader insert in this case? I’m sorry if you wanted otherwise! ;;

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If Kyouya, Hajime, Touru, Viktor, Haruka, Katsuo, Makoto, Kei, Touya, Tokiya, Yamato, Souh, Sousuke, or Soujiro were there, they were probably already trying to break off the fight themselves. But, they were prevented from doing so. Maybe there were too many students surrounding it, so they couldn’t get to where they could take action. Maybe the ones in the fight were hurting them when they got too close. 

Then, you stepped in. Taking matters into your own hands. Somehow being able to calm everything down, whether if it was with your fists or not. Managing to separate the perpetrators, and shooing the disappointed crowd away. 

Needless to say, they would be shocked. Doing something like that? By yourself? Of course they’d be proud of you! 

But, you put yourself in danger by doing so. If you sustained any injuries, their worry for you would increase into levels you wouldn’t even think were possible. 

They’d make sure that, next time, they’d be there right alongside you, making sure that you wouldn’t have to go through it alone again. 

As for senpais like Ren, Izumi, Yuu, Shun, Souma, Akira, Itsuki, Suzuki, Takeru, Ai, Kurou, Seiichi, Shun, Reiji, Hideki, Takahiro, Jae, or Hinata, they’d probably run off in order to try to find help from a faculty member. 

When they returned, however, they saw that it was already over. With those who were cheering and spurring on the fighters long gone, with you scolding the two who were in the center of it all. As soon as you spotted him and the teacher he brough along, you hurriedly waved them over. 

Well, you tried to. You were stopped by him rushing over to you, practically tackling you, and frantically bombarding you with dozens of questions. Worry evident everywhere on his face. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? What happened? Did they do anything to you?” Were the things he hurried out, analyzing your face for any possible scrapes, bruises, or scratches that may have been left on you. Breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw that you were all clear. If they had actually hurt you, then let’s say he would be less than pleased.

But, when the troublemakers were done and dealt with, and the fuss was finally over, he’d showering you with praise, perhaps even a bit too much. In his mind, you deserved it! 

It was a shame he missed it though, because he would have jumped in right with you to help stop it. 

Not to throw shade or anything, but Wakatoshi, Ryuu, and Jéan would probably be in the fight themselves. Wakatoshi, of course, was challenged by a poor, unsuspecting someone who believed they would be able to defeat him, and was pushed into it. Ryuu had likely insulted someone with a fuse much too short, and Jéan probably stole a random guy’s girlfriend. 

When you hopped in, he would stop immediately. Whether it was halting his fist right before he was about to punch you, or diving in front of you to prevent you from taking the next hit. As soon as you got yourself involved, he would refuse to participate until you were safe and sound. 

If his opponent were to continue fighting, he would willingly volunteer himself as your human meatshield, just to make sure you came out of this okay. 

When it was all over, with you having fortunately stopped the brawl, and him being covered in countless injuries. You’d both fuss over one another, you worrying about how much he got hit, and him telling you that you shouldn’t have stepped in so suddenly. 

But, with that incident in mind, he’d make sure that he’d clean up his act a bit. In order to make sure something like that never happened again, just for your sake.