winter prompt #17 or #123 for Daki perhaps? thank you so much 🥺💞
anonymous said: Could I request 17 from the winter writing prompts for Daki? Thank you!!
another modern au. for those who don’t know, daki’s real name is shabana ume. at least in gotouge’s kimetsu academy au, anyway.
“It’s New Year’s,” says Ume. You should’ve known from the mischievous twist to her lips that she was up to something. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
You nearly choke on your spit. “Wh-What kind of question is that?” You swing your head around wildly. Thankfully, it seems no one but you heard her due to the loud murmur of the crowd surging around you. With so many people speaking at once, it’s near impossible to accidentally overhear others’ conversations.
Ume tugs on your hand, prompting you to return your attention to her. A disgruntled frown tugs at her mouth. Even that doesn’t detract from her natural beauty, which is further amplified by her purple, flower-printed kimono and immaculately-styled hair. It’s been difficult to look away from her since the moment you saw her standing outside the shrine, waiting for you.
“It’s a Western tradition. Don’t tell me you don’t know about it,” she says haughtily. “Every New Year’s Eve, at midnight, couples kiss to celebrate the new year.”
You can feel sweat gather at your temples. “Y-You said it yourself. That’s what they do in the West. We don’t do that here in Japan, and certainly not in public!”
“But I want to try it.”
“What if your brother sees? He’d kill me for real this time!”
“Oh, please. He stopped following us around ages ago!”
“Or he just said that because he wants us to let our guards down!”
“Why are we talking about my brother right now?” Ume scowls. “It’s gonna be midnight soon, so kiss me already.”
You glance around, as if some Good Samaritan will jump to your rescue. “But…just…in front of everybody?”
“That’s your only issue? Here, I’ll solve it for you.” She grabs your collar and walks off, dragging you behind her. Before you can protest, she’s pulled you into a small space between two booths, far away from the crowds and the lights. Her features are cast in shadow, but you can tell that her gaze is intent on you. “Well? How’s this?”
You let out a breath, your hands settling on her hips. “B-Better.”
She shuffles closer, impatient. Your face heats up at the proximity; it’s been months since the two of you got together, but you’re still taken off-guard every time your pinkies so much as brush. Who can blame you? You’re with one of the prettiest girls in your school.
As she leans in, you marvel at her. Shabana Ume can be pushy, and selfish, and moody, but you know she cares about you. She always makes time for you, and defends you to her brother and admirers.
You had no idea what you were getting into when you confessed to her. But, you think as you finally press your lips to hers, you’re glad that you mustered the courage to do it, and that she accepted your feelings. You thank your lucky stars every day.
When the bell tolls, signaling the new year, you remain wrapped up in Ume’s embrace and away from prying eyes.