Warning: use of sex toys (nipple clamps, small vibrator), Rosho being very sensitive, creampie, masturbation, fingering.
°You had kissed him long enough that his erection was already impossible to contain, it was time to move on to something else.
Rosho was always very sensitive to your touch, his calm and upright teacher acting fell off once your hands touched his skin. Therefore, in the privacy of their shared room, he was unable not to squirm and make obscene sounds.
°He stands half naked below you, with very obvious pelvic movements, flushed to the tips of his ears with a pleading look on his face. He knows that if he behaves, he will enjoy twice as much of whatever you offer him. Reason why he waits patiently for your next move
You decided to move on to the following.
Open-legged, with his penis trembling at your gaze. Your attention is focused on preparing her anus to insert a small finger-sized vibrator into it. The whining and spasms intensify when the piece is finally moving into place. "You're such a good boy, keep it up a while longer, okay?" You licked up the pre-cum that was already trickling down his member, past his testicles and that had helped lubricate his entrance, to end up kissing him on the glans.
"Please...M-more time??" Her hands cover her face, alternating with covering her own mouth to silence her moans "I'm...almost...I..." unable to finish her sentence, writhing struggling not to close her legs and holding back her orgasm.
"ahh to my beautiful boy, almost there, already..." you take out your last weapon, two pairs of nipple clamps linked together by chains. You connect two of them to your own nipples, just having this contact makes you gasp.
You've teased Rosho enough for being sensitive, but you're no better than him either. Your folds feel very slippery, your breathing is just as heavy, and you also want some attention down there. Your own fingers have loosened you enough, but you need him.
°You connect the tips of the clamps to Rosho's nipples, making him tremble, if he squirms, the clamps stimulate four nipples at the same time.
this is the best way to take advantage of their movements. You are about to tighten the chains, expecting to feel a painful pleasure, but the one who answers for you is Rosho pulling you them over him.
The weight of your body on him always calms him down, but this time it was the opposite. Where his penis lightly brushed against your entrance, it was wet, slippery, and just hot enough to indicate that you were both at your limit.
"No..n-no..ah!" His irregular breathing is enough to tighten the chains and cut off his breathing. Both of them turn gently between gasps and moans caused by the clamps. Your back is on the mattress and with him on top of you again, you encourage him in joining your hip with his.
Irregular thrusts that strike deep into you, before emptying you completely and filling you in one movement. He can't take it anymore, the restriction of the chains makes him hold you tightly with his arms behind your back, lifting you out of bed, the only thing he can move is his hips, which are frantically seeking release.
You feel her breathing hard in your ear and some of it came out in the curve of your neck where he is hiding her face.
°A few more thrusts finish the job, but he doesn't stop, the vibrator is still overstimulating him and you appreciate it. Those last thrusts cause you to reach orgasm too.
You love bringing him to this state where he behaves just the way you want him to. A few seconds later he lets go gently looking at your face, only to carelessly kiss you.
His tousled locks and slight tears seem too attractive to you, but you don't have time to think about it. His penis that is still inside you does not decrease in size and only seems to get harder inside you.
Seconds later his lunge return to the attack.
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Just in case you didn't understand, the idea is that the clamps would hold all four nipples at the same time, causing them to be together.
English is not my native language so please forgive any mistakes.
Glad you’re back! Your writings are always super cute. Not sure if your ten spots have been filled yet, but I would love to see some nice fluff of Rosho and his S/O stargazing and relaxing together out in nature. Rosho seems like the type of person who had an astronomy phase as a kid, lol.
!! he does seem like the type! i ran with that idea bc i found it v cute lol. hope you enjoy anon~ and super sorry for taking so long for getting around to this! regardless, thanks for requesting🧡
-pairing: rosho tsutsujimori x gn!reader
-genre: fluff
-word count: ~1.25k
“hm, do you know that star, rosho?” you point to a seemingly random spot in sky, among a myriad of other stars that all looked the same. truth be told, you couldn’t tell them apart, and you were teasing your boyfriend on that aspect. he knew so much about them, all the sorts of constellations and how to identify them, and you had wanted to trip him up.
“that’s part of the lyra constellation,” he responds, “i-i think.” he adds the last part with a soft mumble, looking off the side and awfully embarrassed.
“wha– how’d you even discern that?!” he seemed to only get a bit more shy at your answer, how bemused and im awe you sounded. it was a skill in and of itself to be able to differentiate them, and rosho was just so cool to be able to do so.
you look back up at the same spot, tilting your head to try and get a new angle. but yep, still the same, just as the hundreds of other stars around. “they all look the same to me..” you mumble with a pout.
“there’s the star up there,” he points up to a spot, but you can’t really quite tell. “that’s one of its stars and—” annd he’s lost you, all of a sudden. it was all the same, except maybe that one particular star was a little brighter than most.
rosho was certainly just too good at this, you conclude, and you can’t help but wonder how he knew so much about it. well, math was a part of astrology, right? (or was that astronomy…). but it was also interesting to hear him go on about it, especially when he knew so much.
perhaps it was the bias of rosho being your boyfriend, but you always did find a cute fascination with him telling you about the countless constellations and stars of the night sky; he sounded a bit excited, though it was subtle, and you could never miss the the slight gleam in his eyes when he talked about it. it was just as fascinating to stare at him just as the subject matter was, to be honest (and he catches you staring and scolds with a blush, asking if you were even listening at all).
he was the one that suggested the stargazing trip in the first place when you brought it up, taking you off to the osaka mountainside that you didn’t even know existed. osaka’s rather bright, after all, clad with all the bright neon lights at night that hid away the sky. but over here in the field, there were only a few scattered dim street lamps, and you could very well see the bright stars and moon above. this was quickly becoming one of your favorite places.
rosho had actually been here many times, or so he’d told. it was a common trip he took back as a kid and even in school or uni when he needed to clear his mind. and although it’d been a rather humid summer night, which wasnt too ideal, with the stray hairs sticking to your face, you’re rather glad that rosho had shared this sight with you. stars are always so calming, you had to admit, especially when far off with the rush of business in the osaka district.
this lone atmosphere was nice. there was nothing better than getting to spend a quiet night with your boyfriend in the osaka nature, especially when he gave commentary. it was relaxing, being able to view the stars, and it put your mind at ease in a way. getting away from the usual life was very much needed every once in a while.
“welll, how about that one?” you point to a random spot again, wondering if this time it’d be another constellation as well. though it had to be said, you admired how pretty they all looked in the dark night, especially as small wisps of clouds rolled by.
“that’s just a random star,” he sighs, and you can’t help but give a cheeky grin in return. they were all random stars, more or less, in your eyes anyway.
“how do you know so much anyway?” you lay down on the soft grass below
“um, y’know—” he’s a bit antsy, you could tell, which only makes you all the more curious. “as a kid, i actually had an astrology phase..”
and that softens your heart instantly.
“aww.”
“h-hey!” and he’s flustered again.
you can so imagine a little rosho studying the stars and space, truthfully, holding his book and spouting random facts. he seemed like the type, and the image of him perhaps doing a project about space was enough to melt you. how cute. maybe he even went to many observatories and had many stargazing treks back then as well; that’d certainly explain how he knew it all (and you’d be sure to ask for pictures next time).
“i used to study a lot, because of my parents and all, y’know,” he goes on, rubbing the nape of his neck. “and i used to love studying the night sky. i dunno, i think i just found it interesting.”
“how come you went into math instead?”
“i mean, i just fell out of it, i guess?”
there’s a hum from you and then silence. there really wasn’t much else to say, not when there was an amazing sight right before you. it was a comfortable quietness, really, the type you didn’t mind.
“then,” you sit up on the grass and play with a few sticky strands, “have you ever wished on a star before?”
rosho looks puzzled more than anything, wondering if you seriously just asked that question. everyone knew that was a child’s myth after all, not true in the slightest.
“do you really believe that, y/n?” he sounds done with you, but you know more than anyone that was far from the case.
“well, no,” you draw shapes in the grass and pout a bit, wanting your boyfriend to play along for once. he was oh so naive — but cute. “but it’s fun. and what if, one some off chance, it does come true?”
“then it’d be a coincidence.”
ah, you give up convincing your boyfriend. rosho was a bit of a hard-head after all, perhaps a bit oblivious as to what you wanted.
“well, you should just try.” he looks at you like you’re crazy, but you know him very well. he’d give in, like always, and wish on one. rosho very much liked to put on a front, you could tell, like a tsundere almost.
and you two pick some random star and wish on it. it wasn’t a shooting star, certainly, but this would make do. it was silly after all, making wishes on stars that were oh so far away.
“what’d you wish for?” rosho asks not long after. he didn’t necessarily wish for anything,or so he’d tell you if you asked. in reality, he did, though rosho would never say. it was a bit embarrassing in his eyes.
“i can’t tell you that! haven’t you heard? tell someone your wish, and it won’t come true.” and you wink at rosho, only laughing when he shakes his head at how childish you sound. it was a secret first and foremost.
but, well, perhaps it’d be a little embarrassing to tell rosho what one of your wishes were — that you wished the two of you would have nights like this for a long time after.
I'm sorry omg I was reading the rosho roleplay hcs and spaced off imagining him getting too caught up in the fake work they were doing - like he's teaching his s/o some basic math and they don't get it and he's like wait you. you don't know this?? and then the next hour is spent with him teaching s/o math while they're still in their roleplay outfits and he just kind of forgot their plans 😂
Wait this is fucking hilarious I’m literally in tears right now I love these kinds of tropes 😂😂 nobody asked for this but I need to write this little blurb here:
(PG-13 - mentions of nsfw only)
“Oh Professor, this math is simply too hard. I think I might need some help,” you say in a sultry voice, twirling your fingers together innocently as you drop the piece of paper onto the desk where Rosho is sitting and roleplaying as your professor.
“Is that so?” Rosho asks, pushing up his glasses with a raised eyebrows. There’s a light smirk on his face as he glances down at the paper while reaching for his ruler. “Well then, you know what happens to bad - wait a minute, you don’t understand this math?”
His sudden break of character comes with his own sultry voice changing into his normal one, and you quickly straighten your posture in confusion.
“What? Oh, uh…” you stammer out, startled. It’s clear that Rosho is waiting for an answer, but you can’t tell if this is still part of the role play. Regardless, you bend down in a sexy way to take a closer look at the paper, seeing the complicated numbers and equations that meant nothing to you.
“No, I don’t understand it at all,” you say, keeping up your fake voice.
“Hold on, Y/N, were you really never taught this?” Rosho asks. All semblance of his role play is gone and he’s genuinely looking at you with a flabbergasted face.
“Sorry babe, it’s just a bunch of numbers and letters to me,” you say in your normal voice, slightly shrugging. Rosho can’t say anything as his mouth is dropped open in surprise and you chuckle. “Maybe you should teach me,” you wink, trying to bring the mood back.
Unfortunately for you, it’s gone.
“Yea I should,” Rosho said, standing up. You smile a bit in excitement, but it quickly disappears when he tells you to sit down instead. “Okay, see this equation right here? These are the variables and these are the values. Now, if we want to solve for…”
You quickly forget about the role play, your mind intensely focused on the math as Rosho teaches you things you never learned in school. You shuffle in the tight outfit you were wearing, but you can hardly be distracted by Rosho’s disheveled hair or unbuttoned shirt when you have important math to solve.
👀 scenario of rosho building a snowman with reader who has never seen snow (nb reader pls!!)
Ah had to stop myself from making this any longer~ Hope it's to your liking anon! And thank youu for the request 💕
-pairing: rosho tsutsujimori x nb!reader
-genre: fluff
-summary: having never seen (much less touch) snow before, you're rather keen on building a snowman with your bf when it snows in osaka
-word count: ~1.7k
even when cloaked up in layers and the thickness of the scarf around your neck and the down in your coat, you couldn’t fight the urge to shiver as you rolled up a ball of fresh snow, the mixed, painful sensation of both heat and ice nipping at your fingertips. snow was certainly cold, colder than you had expected it to be. how could something that seemed so fluffy and light, something that was nothing more than frozen water, be so cold? ah, well, it certainly had such a nice texture to it, so soft and fluffy, scrunching it up in your hand and feeling it in between your fingers. my how satisfying it was! you’ve never felt any texture like this, so smooth yet also wet, so soft and dreamy. surely it was worth it, at the expense of any sensation in your fingers that is.
ah, was this frostbite, how it felt like? you’d only ever read about it before. it was, well, definitely painful to say the least, and your mind couldn’t help but recall all those horror stories you’ve heard about on the news before. but my what a sensation this was! you’ve never had your fingers feel so hot yet so cold at the same time; how contradictory!
“you should be wearing gloves,” you heard your boyfriend sigh from behind, sounding a tad bit exasperated from how forgetful you were. sure, your excitement at having seen and feel snow for the first time ever was cute and certainly made him smile, but you should also be worried about your own skin really. “at this rate, you’ll freeze off your fingers,” rosho chided, handing you an extra pair of gloves he had in his pocket (he was always so prepared, as if able to read any scenario).
“but i wanna know how snow feels like!” you huffed, slightly pouty as rosho slipped on the thick gloves on your hands. man, you did remind him of a child at times, though it wasn’t as if he could entirely blame you. being able to experience the wonders of snow for the first time, you certainly had a childlike curiosity in your eyes rosho noticed, a sort of gleam and sparkle. he found it to be all too cute and adorable, able to feel the rush of warmth to his cheeks, only imagining the sort of red he was glowing with as he saw you play with snow. it was flustering, to say the least.
“you’ll freeze your fingers off,” he repeated with a sigh. “seriously, what am i going to do with you?” the last part was mumbled, though you still heard it, perhaps even shooting him a look or two; rosho paid no mind, however.
well, the gloves did warm up your hands almost instantly, though even then you were able to feel a stinging sensation at the sudden warmth. you were slowly regaining your sense of touch once more, however; and you had to admit, as much as you loved feeling snow and the bitter winter wind blow by, you did very much prefer being able to feel in your fingertips again, finally able to bend and move them once more.
“doesn’t that feel better?”
“mm,” you nodded, bringing the gloves up to your cheeks and patting them, humming contently at the warmth. “now we can get back to building snowmen!”
it was certainly your idea in the first place given that you had wanted to do something with snow, much like you’d seen in the books and movies, when you saw it fall to the ground for the first time in osaka. your hometown and region hadn’t received much, if any, snow in the years you grew up, so it really was something of mystery to you, out of a fantasy setting almost. and of course, being so close to snow for the first time, there was no doubt that you wanted to do something with it, try out all those snow activities you could only dream of, and a snowman seemed to be a cute idea!
of course, rosho resisted at first, the slight blush on his face prominent as he says that building a snowman was simply too childish really. besides, it was freezing out, he reasoned, subzero temperatures (or with wind chill, it could feel that way). there was no way you’d prefer the bitter outdoors to the warm, cozy indoors of your guys’ shared apartment, right?
…well, let’s just say that rosho had a huge soft spot for you.
“is this big enough?” you asked, patting the large ball of snow that was standing upright on the ground. from the pictures you could recall, the base had to be the biggest one in order to support the others, but you really had no clue of the scale really.
“you need to make it bigger.”
and without much warning, rosho was behind you, hands on top of yours almost as he helped you push the snowball that was only enlarging the more you rolled it. gosh, having your back to his chest, it felt so warm, and the skip of your heartbeat that resounded in your ears surely made you feel some type of way. well, it did feel good, that’s for sure. and his hands on yours as you guys rolled the snowball made you only feel warmer, any sense of coldness left in your hands dissipating (though you weren’t entirely sure if that was simply your body heat from how close he was given that you were wearing some pretty thick gloves). building a snowman together, however…ah, this was nice.
until you tripped and fell face-first into the snowball, that is.
man, snow really was cold and numb. feeling it between your fingertips and on the tip of your nose was an entirely different experience. it was still freezing, but more so now, and your face felt more on fire than your hands were. ah, snow really could feel hard, huh, despite being so soft and fluffy between your hands. it did sting more.
“a-are you ok?!” you couldn’t help but slightly giggle at rosho’s worries, knowing that he was perhaps worrying just a bit too much. though when you burst out laughing, his concerned gaze did turn into an exasperated one, sighing at how much of a handful you were, troublesome even.
“i’m alright,” you brush off, trying your best to warm your face up by wrapping the scarf even tighter, though it was still wet and didn’t really provide for much warmth. “but our base broke…” you looked behind you, sulking at the death of your snowman’s base. it was so big and round too!
“you’re so clumsy.”
“hey, you were so close to me y’know! of course i’m gonna trip on my feet.”
fortunately, however, it didn’t take too long to rebuild the base and put the other two snowballs on top, forming the perfect, albeit slightly uneven and lopsided, snowman. your first ever one! it surely felt like a milestone of sorts in a way, and you couldn’t contain the child-like excitement as both you and rosho added the finishing touches, the sticks and stones. it was as if you were seeing the snowman come to life, the exact same depictions as the movies and drawings you’ve seen.
the sticks looked a little silly as arms, you noted, though they did look cute, even with how thin they were against the thickness of the snow. you were a little surprised by how vaguely they did resemble hands, however. and your gloves that you stuck on (even as rosho chided you to keep them on) did make the snowman even cuter. sure, its smile and eyes and buttons were nothing but stray stones both of you guys had found lying around in the snow, but even they seemed to breathe a little bit of life into the snow figure.
the snowman’s deadpan stare and smile, as slightly eerie as it may have seemed, were still somewhat charming. and even as messy as your snowman looked, the snowballs not really looking like, well, snowballs, and rather a giant lump of snow given that it was falling apart rather quickly (this was rather crumbly snow, perhaps), it was still very much reminiscent of the most generic of snowmen. and as someone who’s never built a snowman before, it truly did excite you, though-
“it’s missing something,” you mused, tapping your foot and staring at it from afar. you had given it everything you thought it needed, gloves and scarf courtesy of you (the numbness was beginning to set in again, though you were more excited in seeing the snowman come to life), but it still seemed rather empty.
“i think it looks pretty good,” rosho replied, shivering at how cold it seemed to have gotten, more so than before. “let’s go back inside. it’s freezing!”
“wait a minute…” you eyed rosho for a moment, gaze setting on his glasses. could it be…?
“oi! y/n-”
you took rosho’s glasses off, putting them immediately on the snowman. and the picture was complete.
perfect.
“it looks just like you!”
rosho, really, was simply speechless, unsure of how exactly to respond. for once, the snowman certainly looked nothing like him, save for his glasses that he took off his nose. yet, secondly, the fact that you had wanted to create a snowman that resembled rosho, or well, at least had the idea of doing so certainly wasn’t too good on his heart. ah, he felt that familiar warmth on his face again, his quickening heartbeat sounding the same as before.
how embarrassing…yet so adorable.
perhaps that was why rosho couldn’t say anything, find the words in him to even speak, too flustered to do so. when he felt that way, after all, it was a bit overwhelming, and rosho couldn’t even process it all too well, only knowing how warm it felt internally. gosh, seeing his partner make a snowman version of him certainly made him heat up yet so happy, unable to contain that smile of his that erased his natural stern look. he was so soft at the sight of it.
ah, rosho was curious now about how a snowman version of you would look.
Hello, can i request an scenario with Rosho finding his artist s/o sketchbook and seeing it filled with drawings of him? thank you lots 💞
Absolutely adorable! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy anon 💕
-pairing: rosho tsutsujimori x gn!reader
-genre: fluff
-summary: Rosho stumbles upon your sketchbook on accident while you're out though is rather flustered to find that it's filled with drawings of him
-word count: 1.4k
Being an artist of sorts, you always had your face in a sketchbook, a pencil constantly in hand and the sides of your hands perhaps a bit too roughed up from all the smudging against the paper you had to do. And the many wrist strains or even sore backs from bending over for all that time that accompanied it weren’t exactly pleasant, but well, it came with being an artist. When you were in the zone, such inconveniences never did seem to bother you all that much. You were an artist after all.
There didn’t seem to be a day in which you didn’t go without picking up that sketchbook of yours, whether for practice or just a quick little mindless doodle because you had to urge to do so; and for Rosho who always watched you from afar, saw that determined and concentrated look in your eyes each time you took it out to draw, almost every single day, he was rather interested in your work. He may have shyly asked to see them once or twice here and there, but he never really pushed it; all you had told him was that you drew what you loved. Having had a few art students of his own, who’d rather spend his class period doodling on their note sheets instead of listening, Rosho knew quite well how defensive artists could get about their own art, and he never did want to make you uncomfortable or insist on knowing what you drew. For him, seeing you so passionate about your art and constantly drawing with that enamored look in your eyes made him so himself.
But it’d be a total lie to say that, as your partner, he wasn’t intrigued. It certainly piqued his curiosity as to what you seemed to always be drawing in that sketchbook of yours, especially when the two of you weren’t doing anything at all before that look of yours that indicated that you had an idea came and you took off in search of the sketchbook and a pencil to quickly draw it. And he couldn’t help but raise a brow by how you’d sneak glances at him here and there when drawing, meeting his eyes for a few moments or so before you resumed your work. It only made him want to know more about what you were drawing at that instant, why you tried your hardest to hide the fact that you were looking up at him every once in a while, then looking back to your drawing and erasing something or continuing to draw. I mean, it raised brows surely.
Rosho wasn’t exactly clueless, however, as naïve as he was at times. The thought that you were perhaps sketching him definitely did cross his mind on more than one occasion, especially when you seemed to be using him as a model some days (I mean, you did tell him to stay in that certain position sometimes, so that was suspicious of course, although Rosho tried to convince himself you were merely using him as a reference for a pose); but given that even the mere thought of it made him all flustered and shy, Rosho always did try to brush it off and deny that possibility. I mean, out of all the things you could draw, of all your creativity and imagination, it certainly wouldn’t be wasted on drawing him, right? There was simply no way.
He did find out soon enough what you were constantly drawing in that sketchbook of yours.
It was a mere accident, of course; Rosho never meant to go snooping around your stuff. He was only doing some spring cleaning one day, even when it wasn’t the season, when he stumbled upon it. Sure, he was certainly curious as to what was in it, but Rosho never thought of opening it while you were away to find out; he’d never really think of invading your privacy like that. Instead, however, the sketchbook was lying open on your desk, so it caught his eye naturally, though he didn’t quite know what it was at first. It still piqued his interest.
But when he took a quick glance at what he assumed to be an open book at your desk, his face was quick to go beet red when he realized that there was a rather meticulous portrait of him, Rosho.
And it took a while to set in that you had, in fact, drawn it, given that he was still processing the fact that he had just seen a drawn version of himself sitting right there, in front of his very eyes. You were the only artist in the household after all.
It not only was detailed, but honestly pretty accurate as well. You had gotten his face structure rather well, Rosho had to admit, at least, from what he’s seen of himself in photos and the mirror. The slight tilt of his glasses and where they even sat on the bridge of his nose was pretty on the nose, no pun intended. Rosho couldn’t even begin to describe everything about this drawing. It was honestly so…beautiful? It seemed like you made him look more pretty than he actually was, in his mind anyway. It’s just that you captured him so perfectly, and Rosho was at a loss of words for it. The only response he could muster was the blush that he had on right now, covering his face all the way from the tips of his ears to his nose.
Knowing that you were drawing him the whole time, observing him on such an intricate level in order to get all his details correct, only served to make Rosho embarrassed. Had you really been watching him the entire time? Your eyes only on him? He didn’t fare too well under such a brutal gaze, courtesy of his stage fright and all, so now knowing that you had been watching him and only him the entire time, Rosho felt those same nerves act up again, though this time, it was more along the lines of embarrassment rather than fear. He was embarrassed at the fact that his lover had been observing him this entire time; he was embarrassed at the fact that you had been drawing such beautiful portraits of him time and time again.
And it didn’t really help as he flipped through the notebook, curiosity getting the best of him (he later came to regret it), as much as he hated doing so, only to find many other pages similar to that one, filled with drawings of only him. It was as if that was what this specific sketchbook of yours was dedicated to.
Is…is this what you meant when you said you drew what you love? Is this what it meant when you seemed to have such a soft smile on your face, a sort of dreamy or lovestruck look in your eyes as you drew sitting across from him? Well, that only made the beat of his heart much faster, the butterflies in his stomach to flap faster.
This wasn’t too good for his heart, and if he kept going at this rate, as much as he admired the effort and detail you put in each and every drawing of him, Rosho was certain that he was going to collapse sooner or later. It definitely took a number on him, finding out that his s/o loved nothing more than to continuously draw him, never growing tired of it. He could certainly tell the love and admiration you had behind every piece, the passion you had and the love that was in each drawing of him. It did make him feel quite loved honestly, to know that you loved him so much to keep drawing him. That alone made his heart act up. Though he immediately closed the book shut, returning it back to its rightful place on that bookshelf of yours where you kept the rest of your supplies.
“Geez, y/n needs to remember to put their stuff back…” he mumbled to himself, the prominent blush still as evident as ever. He furrowed his brows a bit, thinking of how he was going to scold you a little when you came back home, leaving your stuff as is out in the open for him to see.
He was certainly going to ask you about the sketches later though.
Can I have Rosho for 14 on the I Love you Prompts? And Hanahaki disease Au.
14) “Can I have this dance?”
Rosho stared at you from across the ballroom floor, eyes wide and glistening as he took in your twirling form. You were smiling, hand clutched tightly in that of your betrothed, a man with far more land and far more riches than he could ever dream of.
With a hard cough, Rosho quickly covered his mouth, not wanting anyone to spot the beautiful white petals that fell out into his palm. He glanced down at them, specks of red blood outlining the white when he realized that the song was coming to an end. He looked up with just enough time to watch you cross the floor towards him.
“Rosho!” you exclaimed, bowing lightly. “I’m glad you could make it,” you told him with a smile. To you, Rosho was one of your best friends and you were thrilled that he was able to come to your engagement gala.
Unbeknownst to you, he didn’t just see you as a friend.
“Of course, Y/L/N. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he told you with a pressed smile.
He could see how happy you were, how happy your lover made you and it hurt him so much that it wouldn’t be him standing beside you at the ceremony tomorrow. He felt the flower in his chest grow as he suppressed a cough.
“Y/L/N, if it’s not too much to ask... can I have this dance?” Rosho asked, hearing the music begin to play once more. He knew that this might be the last time. The last time he got to see you, the last time he got to say your name, or even the last time he got to hold your hand.
“Of course,” you exclaimed, melting into a smile. “I’d really love that,” you added, nodding towards Rosho as you took his outstretched hand and followed him to the dance floor.
Rosho knew he didn’t have much time left, but if this was the way it would end, he was happy it was you.
You sighed in frustration as you pressed your hand against your temples, closing your eyes for a brief moment and feeling exhausted as ever.
“How are you doing, my love?” Rosho asked, walking over to you and kissing the top of your head as you smiled tiredly at him. He leaned over slightly and you saw that he was looking at your open textbook.
“This chapter is just...the worst,” you told him, pointing to the book. “I’ve been on this page for forever and I just don’t understand any of it,” you groaned, leaning your head backwards into his chest. Rosho gazed down at your notes with sharp eyes behind his glasses before he pulled away and held out a hand to you.
“Alright, come on. Come with me to the living room, I’ll help you study,” Rosho said in a direct voice. Your eyes lit up and you could feel a smile starting to form on your lips.
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna put you out or anything,” you said, already closing your textbook and taking his hand. Rosho smiled at you and nodded.
“Of course, anything to help you feel less stressed out,” Rosho said, clasping your hand and pecking your cheek. You already felt yourself feeling better and more ready to learn as you trailed behind him into the living room.
I love you prompts 50, "I think you're beautiful" with Rosho. Rosho and reader are set up on a blind date by Sasara.
50) “I think you’re beautiful.”
You stood in front of the café, trying not to play with your phone as you glanced up and down the street. In hindsight, letting your friend Sasara set you up on a blind date was probably a bad idea, but there was nothing you could do about it now.
“Y/N? Y/N, Y/L/N?” a voice said, making you spin around in surprise. You came face to face with a rather attractive man whose slicked back purple hair flattered his cheekbones. His round glasses accentuated his amber eyes and you found yourself biting back a smile, realizing that the man in front of you was quite handsome.
“Yes, that’s me. You’re Rosho, right?” you asked, meeting his hand to shake it slowly. The man nodded, and you could tell he looked a bit nervous, so you smiled warmly. “Thanks for meeting me here. I told Sasara he didn’t need to do anything, but you know how he is,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully.
“Trust me, I do,” Rosho said, chuckling lightly with a nod. You brought a hand up to your face and suddenly hoped that you weren’t too disheveled.
“Sorry about all of this,” you said, motioning to your face. “The bus came early so I had to run and now look at me,” you added, laughing sheepishly. Rosho quickly shook his head.
“No, it’s fine, I think you’re beautiful,” he stated, rather abruptly. The sudden declaration made the both of you pause with wide eyes, and as Rosho’s face turned a slight shade of pink, you felt your own heat up as well.
“Oh! T-thank you, that’s too kind,” you managed, smiling happily at his words. “Shall we?” you asked, nodding towards the café as Rosho quickly averted his gaze and held the door open for you. You were a little unsure at first but now, you couldn’t help but think that this would be a fun afternoon after all.
