#sakunami x reader

[showhay]

trip#004

→ the taxi is headed to date tech high !!

fare price: your heart

; how dateko boys fell for you at first sight.

former #1 kamasaki yasushi

​kamasaki was in the middle of a heated argument with futakuchi about “proper form” when he saw you. you were a student from the nearby vocational school, carrying a heavy-duty toolbox toward the workshop.

​you weren’t struggling, exactly, but the way your muscles tensed under the weight—and the way you wiped grease off your forehead with the back of a gloved hand—made kamasaki’s heart lurch like a failing engine. he’d never seen anything so beautiful. you were a vision of industrial perfection. when you caught him staring and gave a confident, slightly crooked grin, kamasaki felt his knees turn into jelly.

​“give me that!” he shouted, lunging forward to grab the toolbox. his face was beet red, but his eyes were fixated on yours with a raw, desperate intensity. “it’s too heavy! no—i mean, you’re strong, but i’m stronger! please, just let me carry this to the ends of the earth for you. also, i think i’m in love with you. is that too much? okay, fine, let’s start with coffee. please say yes, i’m actually shaking right now.”

former #2 moniwa kaname

​moniwa was trying to herd his chaotic teammates toward the bus when he saw you sitting on a low wall, patiently untangling a bird’s wing from some discarded fishing line. you were murmuring softly to the creature, your expression so tender and peaceful that moniwa felt a physical ache in his chest.

​he forgot about the bus. he forgot about the tournament. the world narrowed down to the gentle curve of your shoulders and the kindness in your eyes. when the bird flew away and you looked up at him, eyes shimmering with joy, moniwa felt like he was finally breathing for the first time. you thought he looked like a reliable, sweet guy, and you offered him a small, encouraging wave.

​“that was... the most incredible thing i’ve ever seen,” moniwa breathed, stepping closer as if drawn by a magnet. his hands were tucked into his pockets to hide how much they were trembling. “i know this is crazy, but you have the kindest eyes. i’d be a fool if i let you walk away without asking... could i please take you on a date? i want to be the one who makes you smile like that every single day.”

​former #3 sasaya takehito

​sasaya was at the bakery, waiting for his order, when you walked in. you were dressed in a oversized sweater, looking sleepy and soft, and you accidentally ordered your bread in a voice so soft and sweet it made his pulse spike.

​he watched you fumble with your change, dropping a coin that rolled right to his shoe. he picked it up, and when he handed it back, your fingers brushed. it was like a low-voltage shock. you looked up, your eyes wide and a bit dazed, and sasaya felt his cool, laid-back exterior melt away. he was suddenly, violently aware of how much he wanted to protect that sleepy look on your face forever.

​“you dropped this,” he said, his voice lower and more serious than usual. he didn’t let go of the coin immediately, locking eyes with you. “and i think you accidentally took my heart with it. i’m not usually this forward, but you’re... breathtaking. please, let me pay for your bread. and let me take you out properly. i have a feeling i’m going to be thinking about you for the next fifty years anyway.”

#1 aone takanobu

​aone was standing in the hallway, looking intimidating as usual, until you walked by. you were a bit shorter than him, carrying a stack of library books. instead of flinching or walking around him, you stopped, looked up his towering frame, and handed him a single wildflower you’d found outside.

​“you look like you’re guarding something important,” you said with a bright laugh.

​aone didn’t move. he didn’t speak. he just stared at the tiny flower in his massive hand, then at you. his heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. he felt an overwhelming, soul-deep need to follow you. he walked after you, his shadow looming over you, until he finally reached out and gently touched your sleeve.

​he didn’t say anything at first. he just bowed—a full, ninety-degree, formal bow. then, he looked up, his eyes wide and brimming with a terrifyingly sweet sincerity. he pointed to the flower, then to his chest, and then to the exit of the school. his face was stoic, but his ears were bright red. he was asking for a date with every fiber of his being, and when you giggled and nodded, he felt like he could lift the entire building.

#2 futakuchi kenji

​futakuchi was leaning against a vending machine, feeling himself, until you walked by. you were arguing with a friend about the best way to bypass a firewall on a laptop, and your sharp wit and fierce intelligence made futakuchi’s mouth go dry.

​he tried to pull his usual smug smirk, but when you glanced at him with a bored, unimpressed expression, his heart did a complete 180. he was hooked. he was almost drooling. he wanted you to look at him like that forever, but maybe with a little more love. he followed you, his cool-guy walk becoming a bit more frantic.

​“hey, wait!” he called out, his voice cracking just a tiny bit—a rare moment of weakness. he caught up to you, looking down with a gaze that was uncharacteristically soft and full of yearning. “you’re scarily smart. and i’m... suddenly very interested in whatever you’re talking about. actually, i’m just interested in you. give me a chance? i promise i’m more than just a pretty face. let me buy you a drink and you can tell me how wrong i am about everything. and maybe degrade me a little.”

​#3 obara yutaka

​obara was trying to drink a carton of milk while walking when he saw you. you were sitting under a tree, reading a book on mechanical engineering, looking so focused and beautiful that he missed his straw and ended up spilling milk all over his chin.

​you looked up, saw the mess, and immediately pulled a tissue from your bag, walking over to help him. “are you okay?” you asked, dabbing at his face. obara felt like he was floating in space. the proximity was too much; the scent of your shampoo was like a drug. he felt his brain stall.

​“i’m a mess,” he blurted out, staring at you with pure, unadulterated adoration. “i’m a total disaster, but you’re... you’re gorgeous. i can’t believe you’re real. please, don’t stop looking at me. can i take you to lunch? i’ll try not to spill anything on myself next time, i promise. i just... i really need to see you again.”

#7 koganegawa kanji

​kogane was practicing his sets in the gym when a stray ball went out the window. he ran out to get it and saw you catching it in the courtyard. you threw it back with a perfect spiral, your hair blowing behind you and a competitive glint in your eye.

​kogane was finished. his heart detonated. he sprinted over to you, stopping inches from your face, his eyes sparkling with a level of energy that was borderline concerning. you laughed, totally charmed by his giant, enthusiastic energy.

​“YOU’RE SO COOL!” he yelled, then immediately covered his mouth, blushing. “i mean—wow. you’re amazing. your form was perfect! i think i’m in love with you! can we be together? wait, that’s too fast. can we go on a date? i’ll buy you the biggest ice cream in the city! please! i’ve never felt this ‘zing’ before but it’s happening right now!”

#8 onagawa tarō

onagawa was leaning against the wall, mentally critiquing fashion violations, until he saw you. you were a mess of paint-stained fabric and measuring tapes, looking frantic yet beautiful. his internal monologue died instantly, replaced by a heartbeat that felt like a club remix. he didn’t care about “perfect” style anymore; he just cared about you.

onagawa knelt to retrieve a dropped pin near your shoe, his eyes scanning your face with desperate intensity. “i’ve spent all day looking at people and seeing nothing,” he whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “but looking at you, i’m seeing everything. i’m onagawa tarō, and i’m losing my mind over you. let me help you carry this, and then let me buy you some takoyaki? i think i’ve been waiting for you my whole life."

#11 fukiage jingo

​fukiage was used to being the background guy, the silent support. then he saw you. you were the new assistant for the shop class, methodically cleaning the tools with a look of peaceful satisfaction.

​he watched the way you handled the equipment with respect. he felt a deep, grounding pull in his gut. it wasn’t a flash of lightning; it was the feeling of coming home. you looked up and offered him a shy, sweet smile, acknowledging his presence in a way that made him feel seen.

​he walked over, his large frame casting a shadow over the workbench. he didn’t say much, but the way he looked at you was heavy with devotion. “you’re doing a good job,” he rumbled softly. “and you... you’re very beautiful. i don’t say much, but i’d like to say things to you. will you go to the festival with me? i’d really like the chance to be the one you smile at.”

#13 sakunami kosuke

​sakunami was trying to reach a high shelf in the equipment room when you walked in. you saw him struggling, smiled softly, and used a nearby stool to grab the item for him.

​“here you go,” you said, your voice like sugar.

​sakunami felt his entire world turn upside down. you were so kind, so observant, and so gorgeous that he felt his chest tighten. he wanted to be big for you; he wanted to be your hero. he took the item, his face burning, and looked at you with a sincerity that was almost painful.

​“thank you,” he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “you’re... you’re really amazing. i can’t stop looking at you. i know i’m not the biggest guy, but i promise i’ll look out for you if you give me a chance. could i... could i take you for a walk? i just really don’t want this moment to end.”

→ the taxi’s next route is to fukurodani academy, get in!

n: futakuchi reacts like that, trust me. AND I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR, I KEEP UPLOADING SHIT WITHOUT EDITING WSYDEFGRYFED

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showhay ; do not copy nor translate any of my works.

[kuroken-divorce-arc]

Date Tech High School— Waiting For You

(timeskip era, fluff, domestic) Includes Futakuchi, Aone, Sakunami, Koganegawa

│ love grows in the quietest ways.

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Futakuchi Kenji

pregnancy does something strange to your senses.

you don’t even notice it at first— not until you open the fridge one morning and immediately gag at the faintest hint of leftover curry.

futakuchi blinks at you over his coffee.

“…that bad?”

you wave him off, hand over your mouth. “no, it’s fine, I’m fine—”

he narrows his eyes. “don’t lie. you’re doing that thing.”

“what thing?”

“the thing where you pretend you’re okay but your eyebrows make that little ‘i’m suffering’ tilt.”

you glare weakly. “stop analyzing my eyebrows.”

he just smirks and opens every window in the apartment before you can argue.

that’s how it goes for the next few weeks.

your sense of smell gets sharper. foods you used to love suddenly smell like poison. certain soaps make you dizzy. his deodorant? hit or miss.

and futakuchi quietly adjusts.

he switches to unscented laundry detergent without telling you. stops buying onions. leaves the door cracked during his morning showers so the steam doesn’t overwhelm you. keeps air fresheners far, far away.

but the cologne—that’s where he slips.

he’s running late for work one morning, grabs the bottle out of habit, sprays once, and—

you stop in the hallway like you hit a brick wall.

your nose wrinkles. violently.

his eyes widen. “oh shit.”

you try to hold your breath and wave him away. “it’s fine—”

“no, no, no,” he says immediately, already dragging his sleeve across his neck, scrubbing the scent off like he’s trying to erase his existence. “i forgot. i forgot. i’m sorry, here, I’ll—”

“kenji,” you laugh, though your stomach twists at the smell, “you don’t have to wipe off your entire skin—”

but he’s already sprinting to the bathroom.

after a minute you hear frantic splashing.

he returns with wet hair, damp shirt, and no trace of cologne left anywhere on him.

“…are you okay?” you ask, amused.

“fixed it,” he pants. “i took care of it. you can breathe again.”

you shake your head, smiling. “you didn’t need to shower.”

he steps closer, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

“you’re growing our kid,” he says quietly. “i’m not gonna walk around smelling like an attack to your senses.”

you roll your eyes lightly, but your heart melts.

“thank you.”

he gives a tiny smirk, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“yeah, well… if my scent ever turns on you again, just say the word. i’ll wash myself in dish soap if i have to.”

“do not do that.”

“i will,” he threatens softly, “and it’ll be lemon-scented.”

you laugh, nudging him with your shoulder.

he catches your hand gently, presses it to his chest—warm, steady, clean—and smiles in that tender way that’s rare for him.

“just try to keep telling me what your nose can’t handle, okay?” he murmurs. “i’ll adjust.”

and he means it.

Aone Takanobu

pregnancy makes nights… complicated.

you’re tired constantly, but the second you lie down, your hips protest, your back tightens, your belly pulls strangely, and no pillow on earth seems to be in the right place.

aone doesn’t say a word about any of it. he just watches you struggle for a moment—quietly, attentively—then moves.

first, he takes a pillow from behind your head and slides it under your knees. your body relaxes a fraction.

then he gently lifts your belly with one hand, shifting another pillow beneath it so the weight doesn’t drag on your spine. you exhale again, softer.

he studies you for another beat, his brow furrowed in that thoughtful way he always has with you— like he’s reading your body’s language without needing translation.

he adds a firmer pillow behind your lower back. your shoulders drop, tension easing.

then he sits beside you and offers his arm. you immediately nestle your head into the curve of his shoulder, your hand resting over your bump.

you sigh, deeper this time. “that’s perfect…”

aone doesn’t smile big—he never does. but his eyes soften, his chest rising with a slow breath like he’s relieved to have found the right combination.

he stays there until your breathing evens out… then leans down and presses the gentlest kiss to your shoulder.

a small ritual. one he’s done every night since your second trimester began.

you’re half-asleep when you mumble, “thank you… for taking care of me.”

his hand rubs slow, warm circles over your belly— careful, reverent, protective.

“always,” he murmurs, voice low and quiet in the dark. “sleep.”

and with your body finally supported, every ache cushioned and every shift made easier by his touch, you do.

Sakunami Kousuke

you don’t even realize you’re struggling at first.

you just bend forward, trying to reach your shoes before you both leave the house— but your belly has grown enough now that everything is… different. your balance, your reach, the way your ribs press when you fold forward.

you exhale sharply, shifting your weight, trying again. your laces are right there, but your fingers can’t reach the knot without discomfort twisting through your hips.

you mutter, “seriously…? already?”

sakunami looks up the moment he hears the frustration in your voice.

he doesn’t ask what’s wrong. he doesn’t tease. he doesn’t even speak.

he just walks over quietly, kneels in front of you, and gently touches your ankle.

you blink. “kousuke—wait, I can—”

he shakes his head once, the motion small but firm.

his hands are warm as he lifts your foot into his lap, steadying you carefully, as though your body is precious and breakable. he unties the messy knot you created in your attempts, smoothing the laces between his fingers.

you feel your cheeks warm. “i should be able to do this myself…”

sakunami looks up at you then—really looks at you. eyes soft, steady, serious in that way only he can be.

“you don’t have to,” he says quietly.

your chest tightens.

he ties the first shoe slowly, making sure the pressure doesn’t pinch your foot, tugging the loops just enough. when he finishes the knot, he runs his thumb over the top of your shoe in a small, soothing motion you barely notice until your shoulders fall in relief.

he moves to the other foot. you try to lift it yourself, but he holds your calf gently, guiding it into his lap so you don’t strain.

“kousuke,” you whisper, embarrassed and grateful all at once. “i feel… helpless.”

he pauses for a moment, fingers brushing your ankle in reassurance.

then, in that soft, even tone that always makes your heart settle, he says:

“you’re carrying our baby.” his eyes flick briefly to your belly, then back to your face. “you shouldn’t have to bend for anything right now.”

the words hit you harder than you expect. your throat tightens. you swallow.

he finishes tying the second shoe, pats the side of it gently, and stands—offering his hands to help you up.

you take them.

his grip is warm, steady, grounding.

when you’re standing, he slips an arm around your back for support, guiding you close.

“thank you,” you murmur.

sakunami leans his forehead to yours for a moment, the faintest, warmest smile tugging at his lips.

“i’ve got you,” he says. “always.”

and you know he means it.

Koganegawa Kanji

your belly has grown noticeably this week.

you can feel it in everything—how your shirts fit differently, how your center of gravity pulls just a little more forward, how even lounging on the couch requires more shifting and sighing than it used to.

you’re trying to get comfortable, twisting slightly, adjusting a pillow behind your hip when koganegawa walks into the room.

he freezes.

like genuinely freezes, halfway through taking a step, eyes going wide as he takes in the scene: you, struggling to get comfortable… belly rounder than it was a few days ago.

“babe…” he whispers, voice full of awe. “you got bigger.”

you groan. “yeah. i noticed.”

“no—no, not like—” he waves his hands immediately, panicked at the implication. “not like bad bigger! cool bigger! baby bigger!”

he drops onto the couch beside you so fast the cushions bounce, leaning in close but still careful, eyes bright with wonder.

“does it… feel heavy?” he asks, almost shyly.

you nod. “a little. my back’s been aching all day.”

his face softens instantly, all that chaotic energy melting into concern.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, voice gentler now.

“because you can’t fix my spine, kanji.”

“no, but—” he hesitates, then scoots behind you, legs bracketing yours. “i can do this.”

he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back to rest against his chest. the moment your weight settles onto him, he exhales like it’s his favorite feeling in the world.

“better?” he murmurs.

you relax into him—warm, supported, held. “yeah. a lot better.”

koganegawa beams behind you, and you can feel it—his smile pressed against your shoulder, the way his hands instinctively drift to your bump, palms gentle and steady.

“i can feel it,” he whispers, voice full of something deep and earnest. “how much they’ve grown.”

you go a little still at the softness of his tone.

he keeps tracing small circles over your belly, like he’s memorizing the curve with his fingertips.

“you’re amazing,” he mumbles. “i mean… i knew you were amazing before, but this?” he swallows, leaning forward so his chest meets your back fully. “your body’s doing something incredible, and i just… i wanna help however i can.”

the sincerity in his voice makes your throat tighten.

“kanji…”

“what?”

you turn slightly, enough to see the blush blooming across his cheeks.

“you’re being really sweet.”

he groans dramatically into your shoulder. “don’t say it like that, you’re gonna make me emotional.”

you laugh softly, and he squeezes you just a bit tighter.

“seriously,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head. “if your back ever hurts, or if your belly feels heavy, or if you can’t get comfy… just tell me. i’ll hold you like this whenever you need.”

you melt completely.

nestled against him, wrapped in warmth and arms that feel big enough to shield the whole world, you realize:

koganegawa isn’t just excited about the baby.

he’s completely, utterly in love with you—every version of you, every stage, every change.

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[mainveyn]

《 saviour 》sakunami kousuke x reader

wc : 716

genre : super teensy bit of angst to fluff

a/n : another underrated character short fics and i cant get him out of my head 😫 wanna start a series for him 🥺

“i know,” he sighed as he rubbed the redness on his forearm as he sat on the stairs outside the gym. you waited silently for him to continue, curious at his sudden dejected mood.

“futakuchi-san and aone-san are amazing blockers from the start,” his eyes glistened under the sunset, an unreadable mixture of emotions reflected on his brown orbs. “even koganegawa who just started playing is already improving so much”

out of all the members in his team, it’s unusual for the diligent and hardworking sakunami to ever express a slightest bit of negativity. but here you are, listening to his rambles of how he could never meet the expectation of his team or fill in the position of his retired senpai. he finally gave in, hiding his face in between his knees with a heavy heart. “there’s no point for me to be on the court at all.”

you winced at the realization of his insecurities, and you could almost perfectly picture yourself in his shoes. after all, both of you are in your first year of high school. although he’d been playing since middle school, it’s your first time taking up the job as a club’s manager.

you could feel your breath stucked at the back of your throat, frantically trying to find words of reassurance that you knew he needed at the moment. you need to say something, anything that pulls him out from his heart-rending state. 

but every thought sweeped right out of your mind like a storm just hit your brain. you panicked at your loss of words. and before you know it, crystal beads of tears are forming at the corners of your eyes. 

“y/n?” he peeked up, but quickly sat up straight as he saw your devastated state. his eyes regained his usual glow again, but was quickly clouded with concerns. his lips parted with no words, shocked at the sight of you crying. pangs of guilty hammered through his heart for making you suffer under his own problems.

“i'm sorry-”

“please don't say that!” your voice cracked at the end of it as you tried to stop yourself from breaking into a sobbing mess. 

“sakunami-kun, you're really amazing, okay!” he didn’t know if he flinched at the volume of your strained voice or the compliment that he thought he didn’t deserve. but he still hold back the urge to argue back.

“every time when the ball was send to a difficult place to receive,”

“in my mind i thought,”

“ah it's over,”

“no one will be able to reach that,”

“just when I and everyone else thought of giving up already,”

gently wiping off the tears with the hem of your sleeves, you finally composed yourself and faced him with nothing but a tender loose smile.

“you would always be there to save the ball,”

“i watched from the sideline so i can see it very clearly. or even, much clearer than anyone else!” sakunami can only focus on the way your mood switches from upset to enthusiastic in no time, amused by the cuteness he finds in you.  

“the moment you send the ball back to the air,”

“everyone's hope was restored again,”

you slowly looked away from him, and he can only wonder the meaning of the sudden blush on your face. but he got the answer the moment you hesitantly placed your hand on top of his. sakunami returns the blush like it’s a new form of communication.

“so please don't say that you don't matter to the team.” if you didn’t squeeze his hand, he could barely concentrate on what you said. the warmth of your palm sends him a sensation of something he didn’t understand. or even, something he’d not experienced before.

“because what you saved every time wasn't just the ball,”

“but your teammates' hearts too,”

he wants to deny it, wondering if he said no, you saved my heart would be funny or just ruined the mood. but he sure wants to hear you until the end. his leaping heartbeat is forcing him to comprehend the unexpected affection he’d developed for you.

“sakunami-kun,”

“you're the saviour of the court.”

he decided if it’s you, he will accept anything from you with open arms. your words of encouragement and love too.

reblog are very much appreciated <3

[showhay]

date tech boys doing their best to protect your precious feelings from your brainless torment of a boyfriend

date tech vbc x f!reader

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aone takanobu

you were carrying a stack of books in the hallway, your boyfriend walking ahead like he couldn’t care less. aone silently appeared, looming like a shadow until he carefully took the stack from your arms. your boyfriend scoffed, “she’s not weak, you know.”

aone just turned his blank gaze on him, voice low: “then why are you?”

your boyfriend opened his mouth to argue, but aone had already walked off at your side, holding the books like precious treasure, towering and unbothered.

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futakuchi kenji

“wow, you really let her walk around in those shoes without helping? king behavior,” futakuchi snarked, arms crossed. he leaned closer to your boyfriend with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “don’t worry, though, i’ll pick up your slack. i’m used to babysitting losers.”

he jogged up to you, dramatically kneeling. “princess, may i tie your shoelaces?”

your boyfriend sputtered, “what the hell is wrong with you?”

futakuchi smirked, whispering as he tugged the knot tight: “what’s wrong is you treating her like she’s disposable. don’t worry—i’ll fix that.”

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obara yutaka

during class, your boyfriend had his head down on the desk, ignoring you completely. obara leaned over the row, poking your shoulder shyly. “hey… d’you want my notes? they’re color-coded. easier than squinting at his handwriting.”

your boyfriend lifted his head, glaring. “the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

obara blinked innocently. “just that your notes suck. she deserves better. she deserves everything better.” his smile didn’t falter, but his grip on the pen in his hand was white-knuckled.

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koganegawa kanji

you were struggling to carry your bag after practice while your boyfriend scrolled through his phone. koganegawa practically tackled him out of the way to grab it. “don’t worry, y/n, i’ve got this!!”

“she didn’t even ask you,” your boyfriend snapped.

“yeah, but you didn’t offer,” koganegawa shot back, puffing out his chest proudly while holding your bag like it was the crown jewels. then, with a lopsided grin, he added loud enough for your boyfriend to hear: “i’ll carry her whole life if she lets me!!”

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onagawa tarō

your boyfriend had forgotten to bring you an umbrella, leaving you stuck in the rain. onagawa silently held one over you, walking beside you without saying a word.

“seriously? stalker behavior,” your boyfriend scoffed.

onagawa finally spoke, calm and deliberate: “stalker? no. guardian.” he tilted his head, staring straight at him with unsettling stillness. “if you won’t keep her safe, i will.”

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fukiage jingo

at lunch, your boyfriend sat scrolling on his phone while you searched for a seat. fukiage practically shoved his whole tray down just to pull a chair out for you.

“wow, simping much?” your boyfriend sneered.

fukiage leaned back, looking him dead in the eye, grinning: “i’ll simp for her until the day i die. at least it’s not neglect.” then he turned to you like nothing happened, asking, “want my dessert? i saved it for you.”

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sakunami kōsuke

you sneezed in class. your boyfriend didn’t even look up. sakunami immediately turned, holding out a tissue like it was an offering.

your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “she doesn’t need you to mother her.”

“oh?” sakunami’s voice was soft, but his stare wasn’t. “then why do i get to her needs before you ever notice them?”

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kamasaki yasushi

when your boyfriend made a snide comment about how you “take too long to get ready,” kamasaki’s chair screeched across the floor as he stood up. “say that again,” he barked.

your boyfriend laughed nervously. “what, you’re her bodyguard now?”

kamasaki smirked, cracking his knuckles. “no. bodyguards get paid. i’d kill for her for free.”

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moniwa kaname

your boyfriend brushed you off when you asked for help carrying equipment. moniwa jogged over instantly. “don’t worry, i’ll take it. can’t let our manager overwork herself, right?” he said with an easy smile.

your boyfriend muttered, “pathetic.”

moniwa didn’t even drop his smile. he leaned close to your boyfriend, whispering: “funny, she doesn’t look pathetic when she’s glowing under my attention.” then he straightened, carrying the gear like it weighed nothing.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

sasaya takehito

your boyfriend snapped at you for “talking too much.” before you could shrink back, sasaya snorted loudly. “you ever shut up when she’s speaking, or is this your whole brand?”

your boyfriend blinked, stunned.

sasaya leaned his chin in his palm, grin lazy but eyes sharp. “her voice is the best part of any room. if it annoys you, then get out.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: i’m not projecting haha idk anymore

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[showhay]

getting walled in by date tech boys because you ran away after your confession.

haha get it? no? sorry.

date tech vbc x f!reader

inspired by that one tiktok where reader confesses, so credits to them! i obviously changed everything up and added some twists but the whole idea isn't from me <3

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‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

takanobu aone

you leave the letter on his desk, whispering his name before sprinting out of the gym. aone doesn’t chase right away. he sits there, reading the words slowly, tracing your handwriting with his huge fingers. when he finally stands, it’s terrifying—like a silent giant on the hunt. he corners you in the hallway, not saying anything, just… standing there, staring. when you stammer, he kneels down slightly so his face is close to yours, and whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear it, “mine.” then, without hesitation, he picks you up bridal style and carries you back into the gym, like there was never a chance you’d get away.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kenji futakuchi

you toss him the letter during practice and dash out like your life depends on it. he immediately screeches. “OH, SHE LOVES ME? SHE LOVES ME?!” the whole gym echoes. futakuchi sprints after you, yelling dramatic lines like he’s in a drama: “MY HEART, IT’S YOURS, TAKE RESPONSIBILITY—” when he finally catches up, he’s panting and sweaty, clinging onto your arm like he’ll die if you let go. “don’t ever think about running again, got it? i’ll chase you every single time.” then he presses his forehead against yours, grinning a little too wide.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kōsuke sakunami

you slip the letter into his bag and scurry away, but sakunami finds it instantly. instead of yelling, he just… vanishes. one second he’s there, the next he’s gone, and suddenly he’s behind you outside the gym doors, holding the letter in his hands like evidence. “you thought i wouldn’t notice?” his voice is way too calm, way too quiet. he hugs you before you can answer, burying his face into your neck, breathing you in. “don’t hide from me. i’ll always find you.” it should be comforting, but it feels like a threat wrapped in warmth.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

yasushi kamasaki

you hand kamasaki the letter and dash like usual, and he bursts out laughing—like loud, chaotic laughter. but then it doesn’t stop. he’s chasing you while laughing his head off, yelling, “YOU’RE SERIOUSLY MINE NOW, THIS IS SO FUNNY, I’M NEVER LETTING YOU GO!” when he catches you, he spins you around like you’re a doll, before pressing a messy kiss on your cheek. “try running again. it’ll make it more fun when i catch you.” his grip on your wrist is too tight to be playful.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

takehito sasaya

you slide him the note and vanish, but sasaya doesn’t chase immediately. instead, he rallies the others with a smug smirk: “she confessed to me first. jealous, aren’t you?” then, when you least expect it, he shows up behind you while you’re catching your breath outside. “you thought you were safe?” he chuckles, resting his chin on your shoulder like it belongs there. “bad move.” he kisses the side of your jaw quickly, almost daring you to react. “better get used to me being everywhere you go.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kanji koganegawa

you give him the letter mid-practice and bolt. koganegawa malfunctions instantly—like, literal error 404. “HUH?! SHE LIKES ME??” he’s screaming at full volume, holding the letter above his head like a trophy. then he panics, trips over a ball, and still somehow manages to launch himself after you. he tackles you in the hallway, hugging you so tightly you can’t breathe. “don’t EVER leave again, okay?? i’ll DIE if you do!!” his face is flushed red, and he kisses your cheek clumsily, like he can’t control himself.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kaname moniwa

you shyly slip the folded note into his hands and bolt, thinking you’ve escaped, but moniwa just… smiles. this soft, almost painfully sweet smile, before jogging after you at a steady pace. when he catches up, he doesn’t grab you immediately. instead, he blocks your way with that captain authority. “running away after saying something so important… that’s not very fair, is it?” his smile stays sweet, but his eyes are sharp. then he steps closer until your back hits the wall. “you’ve made me the happiest man alive. now you’re never leaving me behind.” he cups your cheek so gently it’s almost cruel.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

tarō onagawa

you toss the letter into his lap during water break, then disappear. at first, he’s laughing his ass off. “HAH? ME? she likes me?!” but the laughter twists into something weirdly giddy. he takes off sprinting, his long legs carrying him stupid fast. when he catches you, he scoops you up over his shoulder like a sack of rice. “say it to my face, c’mon! you said it on paper, so now you have to say it again.” he doesn’t put you down no matter how much you squirm, just slapping your butt playfully and laughing like a lunatic.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

jingo fukiage

you leave the letter tucked under his jacket, expecting him to take hours to notice. wrong. he’s suddenly behind you in the stairwell, holding it up between two fingers like a loaded gun. “interesting way of telling me.” his tone is calm—too calm—but his eyes are burning. he steps into your space, caging you against the railing. “you should’ve just said it out loud. then i wouldn’t have to corner you like this.” his lips brush your temple when he leans in, whispering: “don’t ever run from me again.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

yutaka obara

you slip him the letter when he’s distracted, then dash out. he reads it and screams. like, full-on banshee screech. the whole team freezes as he sprints after you yelling, “SHE LOVES ME!! SHE LOVES ME!!” when he catches up, he’s practically vibrating with joy, bouncing on his feet. “you can’t take it back! you’re stuck with me!” then he slams his forehead against yours, not even a kiss, just this desperate need to be closer, to feel you. he’s panting, eyes wide, grip firm on your arms. “i’ll make you regret writing this—in a good way.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: i might’ve missed some guys (˶˃⤙˂˶) more fluff coming soon!

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[showhay]

your teenage kid, decided to do “my mom now vs then” trend.

timeskip!date tech x f!reader

c: vulgar language

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

aone takanobu

slideshow: you tucked under his massive arm in high school → you now, unreal fine.

comments:

“nah mom looks like she’d throw me through a drywall and i’d say thank you.”

“i’d rob a bank just for her to tell me i’m a bad boy.”

“she’s literally giving war crime baddie vibes, sign me up.”

aone slowly lifts the phone with two fingers like it’s lava, staring at the comments. his quiet calm melts into a low growl: “war crime? bad boy? they think they can touch you?” he calmly yanks you into his lap, crushing you into his chest while muttering, “mine. only mine. end of story.” then he scrolls through the usernames, memorizing them.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

futakuchi kenji

slideshow: you in his hoodie → you now, absolute menace hot.

comments:

“nah mom looks like she’d ruin my GPA AND my marriage at the same time.”

“she’s got homewrecker face. i’d let her.”

“tell dad i’ll fight him in the parking lot, shirtless.”

futakuchi shrieks, rips the hoodie off, and storms around the room barefoot like a man possessed. he tackles you onto the couch, hands on your waist, teeth bared, whispering, “they want to fight? fine. but you’re MY chaos. MY ruin and you’re the only one seeing me shirtless.” he then posts a thumbs-up emoji on one of the usernames—like a warning while biting your neck.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

sakunami kōsuke

slideshow: you at a summer festival → you now, glowing demon hot.

comments:

“nah she’s the reason my dad left and i’d thank her personally.”

“she’s literally ex-wife coded. ruin me, mommy.”

“petition to let her spit in my ramen.”

sakunami’s face turns beet red, muscles tense. he yanks the phone out of your hands and hides it under a pillow. then, like a predator, he pins you against the wall, whispers against your hair, “you’re not anyone else’s ex, not their ruin. mine only. and the only ramen you’ll spit on is mine.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kamasaki yasushi

slideshow: you laughing in team photos → you now, unfairly gorgeous.

comments:

“nah she’s giving tax evasion milf. arrest me, mommy.”

“she looks like she’d slap me with a lawsuit and i’d settle.”

“tell dad he’s the placeholder husband until she meets me.”

kamasaki’s eye twitches, and he slams his phone onto the table. suddenly, he’s in your face, calm but terrifying: “placeholder? lawsuits? don’t make me remind them whose rules apply here.” then he drapes his arm possessively over your shoulders, muttering, “i make the laws. and you’re mine.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

sasaya takehito

slideshow: you holding cotton candy → you now, lethal.

comments:

“nah she’s literally diabetes but i’d eat her anyway.”

“she looks like she’d chew me up and spit me out, i’d crawl back.”

“petition to let me pay child support for you kid, even if you aren’t mine.”

sasaya laughs so hard he almost chokes, then freezes. eyes wide, he grabs your hand and twirls you like a trophy. “crawl back? child support? i’ll let them fantasize—but you’re staying right here. my chaos, my rules.” he then smacks the phone down like it insulted him personally.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

koganegawa kanji

slideshow: you at his game → you now, MILF-coded.

comments:

“nah mom’s giving school nurse i’d fake asthma for.”

“she looks like she’d ground me forever and i’d like it.”

“tell dad i’m ready to be adopted, stepmom.”

koganegawa yells, jumps in place, flailing. then collapses against your chest, arms tight like he’ll crush you. “adoption? asthma? NO. you’re not theirs. only mine. forever mine.” he buries his face in your hair while rocking back and forth like a possessed child.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

fukiage jingo

slideshow: you sipping a drink → you now, radiant and feral.

comments:

“nah she’s the dlc locked behind jail time. i’d risk it.”

“she looks like she’d steal my pension and i’d clap.”

“petition to let her gaslight me daily.”

jingo smirks slowly, teeth glinting, scrolling one comment at a time. “gaslighting? jailtime? pensions?” he tilts his head, murmuring in a terrifying calm: “if anyone goes down, it’s them first. no one touches you.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

onagawa tarō

slideshow: you hugging him → you now, hell hot.

comments:

“nah she’s the reason i’d ghost my therapist.”

“she looks like she’d call me worthless and i’d frame it.”

“tell dad i’m the night shift now.”

onagawa SLAMS the table. “GHOST?? well, they are worthless, don’t call them that though, who knows what will happen. NIGHT SHIFT??” he scoops you up bridal-style, running to your shared room like he’s hunting predators. “no shifts. no ghosts. only me. and you’re mine. do they get it yet?”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

obara yutaka

slideshow: you holding flowers → you now, ruin incarnate.

comments:

“nah she’s literally the class i’d show up to early.”

“she looks like she’d dig my grave and dance on it. please.”

“petition to let her slap me with a shovel.”

obara stares blankly at the phone, then at his shovel in the corner (don’t ask me where it came from, i don’t know). calmly, deliberately, he walks over, drags it across the floor, and mutters: “no one touches you, except me. not with shovels. not with words. not with their eyes.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

moniwa kaname

slideshow: you in his jacket → you now, devastatingly hot.

comments:

“nah mom’s giving church girl gone wrong and i’d worship anyway.”

“she looks like she’d bless me then ruin me forever.”

“tell dad i’ll be best man at his funeral, not divorce.”

moniwa collapses to his knees, clutching your hands like a prayer. “funeral?? worship?? ruin??” his voice cracks: “they don’t get to touch you. i’ll bury the world before i let anyone else. and speaking of touching..”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: did this on my 20 minute break from studying. how do i come up with these comments? i go through anime edits.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[showhay]

date tech boys are a wink away to blocking your way out of your own door.

date tech vbc x f!reader

GET IT??? BLOCKING? sorry

idea by @pagesoflanguish

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‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

aone takanobu

aone is frozen when he sees you. like… literally can’t move. he just stands there in front of your door, gripping the flowers he bought so tightly that the stems bend. you tilt your head, smiling, asking softly, “is it too much?” and that’s when his nose starts bleeding. dead serious, he just nods stiffly, trying to shield his face with his giant hand. you panic, grabbing tissues and fussing over him, but he’s secretly elated—because your hands are so close to his, your worried voice is so sweet. when you dab at his nose, he whispers, “you’re too cute. it hurts.” he keeps the bloody tissue later—since you touched it—hidden in his pocket like treasure.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

futakuchi kenji

futakuchi’s jaw actually drops. drops. he was planning on teasing you the second he saw you—say something sarcastic to hide how nervous he was. but the moment you open the door, smiling in that cute little dress, he forgets every word in his brain. “holy— you’re… uh… wow. you’re mine now, right? like mine mine? you can’t dress like that for anyone else.” you laugh, lightly punching his shoulder, but he immediately traps your hand against his chest, heart racing so fast you can feel it. futakuchi tries to lean down for a kiss and ends up bonking his forehead against yours. smooth. you still kiss him anyway, just to shut him up.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

sakunami kōsuke

sakunami is sweating buckets. he actually rehearsed a little speech in the mirror, about how nice he thought you looked and how happy he was for your date… but when you open the door looking that cute, his brain completely bluescreens. all that comes out is, “ah… dress… good. you. pretty.” you laugh so hard he almost combusts on the spot. when you hug him to say thank you, he clings way tighter than intended, practically burying his face in your shoulder. “don’t… don’t let go yet,” he mumbles, voice muffled. you don’t.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kamasaki yasushi

kamasaki literally clutches his chest like he’s been shot when he sees you. he blurts out, “no way you just came out here looking like someone’s dream girl.” he’s so dramatic about it that the neighbors peek out their windows. he immediately offers you his arm like some old-timey gentleman, eyes flicking up and down to admire you, whispering, “i feel like i should be paying a fee just to stand next to you.” halfway through the date, he blurts out, “marry me?” you think he’s joking. he isn’t.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

sasaya takehito

sasaya is usually the chill one of the team… usually. not today. the second he sees you in that dress, he fumbles his phone straight onto the pavement. it cracks. “worth it,” he mutters, eyes locked on you like you’re some divine being. when you giggle at how flustered he is, he suddenly leans down, stealing a quick peck on your cheek before he loses his nerve. “sorry. couldn’t help it,” he says, but his ears are bright red. he spends the rest of the night holding your hand like it’s glued to his; whispering ‘i might have to gouge out some eyeballs.’

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

koganegawa kanji

koganegawa yells. like, actually yells. “OH MY GOD YOU LOOK SO GOOD.” you have to shush him before the whole neighborhood hears. his face is bright red and he keeps bouncing on his heels like an excited puppy. “how am i supposed to focus on anything?! you’re too cute! i’m gonna faint!” you laugh and take his hand, and he immediately goes still, eyes wide. “you’re holding my hand. ohmygod. you’re holding my hand. i can die happy.” he doesn’t stop repeating it the whole walk to your date spot; but you missed something. ‘other people can die if they look, too.’

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

jingo fukiage

fukiage plays it cool at first, giving you a slow once-over and smirking. “cute. dangerously cute. you trying to make me jealous of myself?” you blink in confusion before he shrugs, slipping an arm around your waist instantly. “just making sure no one else even looks at you. i’d get… annoyed.” the way he says it sends a little shiver down your spine. halfway to the café, he just stops in the street, pulls you into him, and kisses your forehead like he’s staking a claim. “mine,” he whispers.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

onagawa tarō

onagawa just straight-up falls over. like, knees buckle, hits the floor. you gasp, crouching down to check on him, but he immediately covers his burning face with both hands. “too much,” he groans. “too cute. i can’t handle it.” you laugh so hard you almost cry, tugging him up by the sleeve. the entire time you’re out, he keeps stealing glances like he still can’t believe you’re real, muttering “i should’ve locked her up, ” every five minutes. you sneak a kiss on his cheek to shut him up, and he nearly trips again.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

obara yutaka

obara tries to play it off, leaning against your doorframe like a “cool guy,” but his hand slips and he almost eats dirt. you giggle and help him straighten up, and he’s just staring at you now, frozen. “i… don’t think you understand what you just did to me,” he finally breathes, voice a little hoarse. when you tilt your head, he admits, “i’m never letting anyone else see you like this.” you think he’s joking, but he holds your hand so tightly the whole date, like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he lets go.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

moniwa kaname

moniwa is the perfect gentleman. he smiles so sweetly when he sees you, hand pressed to his chest. “wow… you look… incredible.” he’s composed, polite, offering you his arm as he compliments you, but his ears and the back of his neck are bright red. halfway through the date, you realize he hasn’t stopped looking at you once. not once. when you tease him about it, he just smiles sheepishly and admits, “i can’t help it. you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.” when he kisses your hand before you part, you swear his hand is trembling. because he was holding himself back, obviously.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: kogane is so edible.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[showhay]

christmas with the timeskip!dateko men — their gifts & how they’d give them

chars: aone, futakuchi, sakunami, kamasaki, sasaya, koganegawa, fukiage, onagawa, obara, moniwa

aone takanobu

you find the gift before he even hands it to you—because it’s HUGE. a box taller than your kitchen counter, wrapped in silver paper with edges so perfectly folded it almost looks manufactured. aone stands behind it, hands together like he’s bracing himself for impact.

you place your palm on the box. “is there… something alive in here?”

he shakes his head fast—absolutely not.

you unwrap it, lift the lid, and inside is a plush blanket. but not just any blanket—it’s a weighted one, your favorite color, soft enough to make angels cry… and embroidered in the corner is a tiny stitched version of your initials next to his.

“oh,” you breathe, pressing your cheek into it. “it’s so… comfy.”

he exhales like he’d been holding his breath since november. then he steps forward, lifts the blanket, and drapes it around your shoulders with the gentleness of a giant snowflake.

you laugh and tug him under it with you, arms wrapping around his waist. “takanobu, this is perfect.”

his ears turn bright red. but he leans down anyway, placing his forehead to yours, the tiniest smile warming his whole face.

⋆⁺₊❅.

futakuchi kenji

his gift is chaos from the moment it enters your home. kenji’s standing at your door with a smug grin, holding a tiny, sparkly red envelope. no box, no bag, just an envelope like he’s the world’s most mischievous santa.

“kenji, what did you do?”

he wiggles his eyebrows. “open it and find out, sweetheart.”

inside is… a coupon. handwritten. in dramatic cursive.

“good for one entire day of futakuchi kenji doing everything you say.”

you arch a brow. “everything?”

he smirks. “don’t look at me like that, i’m weak.”

but when you flip the card over, there’s a second little note taped on: ‘also check under the couch.’

you do… and you find the real gift — a thin velvet box containing a delicate bracelet, the charm shaped like a tiny lightning bolt.

“a lightning bolt?”

he shrugs, cheeks going pink. “you hit me like one.”

you go quiet because—wow—that was cheesy and cute and so HIM.

when you step into his arms, he wraps you up instantly, pressing a kiss to your temple with a soft, rushed whisper, “don’t ever leave me, okay?”

you smile into his chest. “i wasn’t planning to.”

⋆⁺₊❅.

sakunami kōsuke

his present is wrapped neatly, tied with a soft brown string, and labeled in tiny handwriting that looks like he redid it five times.

“you didn’t have to put this much effort,” you tease lightly.

he shakes his head. “i wanted it to be right.”

when you open it, you find a pair of matching mittens—your size and his. knitted by hand. knitted BADLY by hand. one thumb is way longer than the other, and the stripes get confused halfway through.

you hold them up with a grin. “they’re adorable.”

he flushes. “they’re not… perfect.”

you slide one on anyway. “they’re perfect because you made them.”

he looks like you just kicked the oxygen out of his lungs.

you wiggle your fingers at him. “come here. we’re matching whether you like it or not.”

he laughs—quietly, nervously—but lets you slide the other mitten onto his hand. and then your mittens bump together, soft and clumsy, before he leans in to kiss your cheek, whispering, “thank you for liking them… and me.”

⋆⁺₊❅.

kamasaki yasushi

kamasaki doesn’t knock. he shouts your name from outside like a man announcing a delivery, and when you open the door he’s holding a plant.

a massive plant.

“merry christmas,” he says proudly.

you blink. “…this is a tree.”

“a small one!” he argues, even though it is objectively NOT small.

you laugh because he’s so earnest. “why a tree?”

he rubs the back of his neck. “you said your place felt empty. so… now it’s less empty.”

your heart squeezes. the tree is beautiful, lush and green and ridiculously huge, and somehow it feels like him—loud, strong, impossible to ignore.

you step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle. “thank you. i love it.”

he freezes for a second, then folds you into his arms, big hands covering your back, voice softer than you’ve ever heard: “as long as you’re happy.”

⋆⁺₊❅.

sasaya takehito

his gift is… suspiciously quiet. he hands you a small box, neatly wrapped, and watches you with this hopeful, too-bright smile.

you open it, and inside is a tiny wooden carving—a miniature of your face.

not creepy. surprisingly cute. gentle features, soft details, lovingly sanded edges.

“you carved this?”

he nods, rubbing his thumbs together. “i wanted to give you something no one else could.”

you hold it carefully, touched. “it’s beautiful, takehito.”

he exhales in relief and steps a little closer. “i kept messing it up because i wanted it to look exactly how you look when you laugh. i think i got it right this time.”

you feel warmth spill through your chest.

you reach up, cupping his cheek, whispering, “it’s perfect.”

he swallows, eyes flickering to your lips before he pulls you into a shy, lingering hug.

⋆⁺₊❅.

koganegawa kanji

koganegawa arrives practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“okayokayokay open it NOW—”

you laugh, tugging the bag open. inside is a sweater. a BRIGHT yellow sweater. with a huge sun stitched on the front.

“kanji… this is… so sunny.”

“because you’re my sunshine!” he announces, loud enough that your wall probably heard it.

you burst into a grin. “this is really cute.”

he beams like he just won the lottery.

“put it on!”

you do, and it’s warm and oversized and ridiculously soft. the moment it’s on, his eyes go wide and shiny, and he throws his arms around you, nearly lifting you off the ground.

“it looks even better on you than i imagined!”

you giggle breathlessly. “thank you, kanji.”

he sets you down and presses a bright, eager kiss to your cheek. “anytime. i’d knit the whole sky if you wanted it.”

⋆⁺₊❅.

fukiage jingo

he shows up with a box… that jingles.

you shake it lightly. “should i be scared?”

his smile is tiny but mischievous. “no. maybe.”

inside, you find a charm bracelet—simple silver chain, but each charm is different: a tiny snowflake, a star, a little bell, a heart.

“it jingles when you walk,” he says quietly.

you slip it on, letting it chime softly. “it’s adorable.”

he looks away like he’s hiding a blush. “i thought… maybe you’d think of me when you hear it.”

you step close, lifting your wrist so it rings between you two. “i will.”

he smiles—really smiles—and gently takes your hand, brushing his thumb over the bracelet before kissing your knuckles.

⋆⁺₊❅.

onagawa tarō

he hands you a soft pouch with a shy grin.

inside is a tiny bottle filled with glittery sand—pink, gold, white—layered like a sunset.

you raise a brow. “you made this?”

“mm-hm. each color is for something you make me feel.”

your stomach flips. “like what?”

he taps the pink. “warm.”

the gold. “happy.”

the white. “calm.”

you hold the bottle close to your chest. “that’s… really sweet, tarō.”

he steps closer, voice soft. “i just wanted you to have something pretty. because you make everything pretty.”

your cheeks heat, and you pull him into a gentle hug that he melts into instantly.

⋆⁺₊❅.

obara yutaka

he hands you a long box wrapped in blue paper—and it rattles when you pick it up.

“yutaka…”

“just open it,” he whispers, nervous but hopeful.

inside is a wind chime—delicate, tiny ceramic beads painted by hand. each bead has a little doodle: your smile, a cat, a star, a clumsy little heart.

“you painted these?”

he nods, cheeks burning. “i wanted something that sounded nice when you sleep. so the wind keeps you company when i’m not there.”

your chest aches sweetly.

you lean in, kissing his cheek softly. “thank you. it’s beautiful.”

his breath catches, and he holds the sides of your arms gently, like you’re something fragile. “i’m glad you like it.”

⋆⁺₊❅.

moniwa kaname

kaname always overthinks gifts, so he shows up looking like he’s prepared for emotional disaster.

he offers a small box with both hands.

you open it—and your heart melts.

a snowflake pendant, silver and delicate, but the center is carved with your initials intertwined with his.

“kaname… this is—”

“i wanted to give you something you could wear every day,” he blurts softly. “something close to you. like i want to be.”

you feel your breath slow. “it’s perfect.”

he smiles—relieved, soft, full of adoration he tries so hard to hide—and when you lift the necklace, he steps forward.

“may i?”

you turn, letting him clasp it behind your neck. his fingers brush your skin and he goes absolutely still.

then his arms circle your waist, pulling you gently back against his chest as he murmurs, “thank you… for being with me.”

n: i said i didn’t need sleep and passed out, embarrassing

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