He's actually really good at handling your rougher emotions. He'd sit and listen, and he'd give you feedback always in your favor. Hold you if you're okay with it. Whether you're in such a bad mood that you don't want to say a word, or if talking your stress off is all you want to do, he'll be there.
Takara
If you're having a bad day he doesn't really know what to do. After keeping everyone outside his walls it's weird having someone come to him first, especially about an emotional issue. At first he plays it off like it's no big deal, even saying something rude at first. But when he sees, really sees you're not in the mood he lets the air fall into silence. Silently holding your hand or letting you lean on him until you're ok. He'll listen to your problems. And if the mood is ok enough he'll offer solutions.
Bon
Notoriously bad at handling you at your saddest. He doesn't know what to do with himself. It's not that he doesn't care, the furthest thing from it, he's just… not used to those emotions, especially from other people. He and his friends usually keep to themselves about what's *really* bugging them so it only makes sense. Over time he eventually learns what helps calm you down. It's hard to be patient if you're in a bad mood but try to be for him.
Shima
He'll Crack a joke or two, do anything to get you to smile. He feels awkward when you're sad, and just wants you back in that better mood. But of course sometimes it doesn't work like that. So when you just can't be happy after a rough day eventually his energy and tone will die down before he holds you close. Not even willing to look at your face, it hurts. He'll hold you. And won't let go until you're ok again. But if it reaches that point even when you're better he won't make jokes for about an hour or three. Just to make sure.
Izumo
As much as anyone would want to say she's mean, and rude, and cruel, she's not. I stand by her being kind above all. Especially if you're close with her. She's very perceptive, and could probably guess what's wrong and find the perfect solution to make you comfortable and happy again. Whether that be a good meal, a bath drawn for you, alone time, cuddles, whatever you needed she'd get for you.
“Are you okay?” you whisper to Shima, who stands tense in front of you. "Yes, I’ll help get rid of it," he replies, though his uncertainty is evident. Gripping a broom, he takes a step closer. “It’s not poisonous, right?” he asks you, glancing over his shoulder.
You nod, your eyes on the spider. “Right.” Shima squares his shoulders and takes another step forward. After a pause, you add, “Because spiders are venomous, not poisonous.”
The tiny bit of confidence he has falls quickly. “Wait, is this one venomous?”
You take a quiet step to your left, moving toward the hallway leading to your bedroom and safety. Are you willing to run and let Shima sacrifice himself? Yes, without a doubt. You’ll feel guilt for the rest of your life, but that’s just how life is. “Renzo, I don’t even know what kind of spider it is.” You refuse to get any closer to identify it. “But I think almost all spiders are venomous, so there’s that."
“Babe, that doesn’t help.” Shima’s faux bravely washes away completely. “What do we do?”
“Kill it.”
“What if it bites me?”
“Better you than me.”
Shima lowers his head. “I love you, so I will do this. Pray for me.” He sounds as if he’s going off to war. Taking a brave step forward, he swings the broom at the spider. You both watch in horror as it merely knocks the spider down.” You’re fairly certain that didn’t kill it.
Your eyes quickly scan the area. “Where did it go!?”
“I don’t know!”
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“Renzo, you failed at one of the top ten boyfriend duties.” You huff as you open your laptop, and Shima climbs onto the bed beside you, a look of confusion on his face. “Wait, what?”
“You can’t even kill a bug for your girlfriend?”
Shima wraps his arms around you, “What about you? You can’t kill a bug for your boyfriend? I’ve exorcised demons for you!" He leans in closer, putting all his weight on you and causing you to fall back against the bed. "After everything I’ve done for you, you can’t even handle a bug?" he jokes, pressing his lips against your cheek.
"You exorcise demons for a living," you retort, trying to push his weight off you but failing miserably. "That's literally your job description."
"Yeah, but I do it with extra flair when you're watching," he grins, his pink hair falling across his forehead as he hovers over you. "Besides, bugs and demons are in completely different categories."
You raise an eyebrow. "So you'd rather face a demon than a tiny spider?”
“Is neither an option?”
You start to respond, but the vibrating phone diverts your attention. Pushing him away, you stand up and grab the phone. “Hello?”
“______, we will be late getting home tonight.” Your mother’s voice comes through the speaker. “My extra debit card is in the drawer by the stove. You can order dinner, and no boys over when we aren’t home.”
"Of course, Mom," you say, rolling your eyes at Shima, who is lounging on your bed with a mischievous grin. "No boys at all. I’m not even that close to any boys.” You scoff. Despite dating Shima for the last three months, you’ve kept it hidden from your parents.
"Hmm, that's a shame," Shima whispers after you hang up, stretching lazily across your bed. "Guess I should leave then, since there are 'no boys allowed.'"
You toss your phone aside and crawl back onto the bed. "Shut up. You're not going anywhere."
"So rebellious," he teases, pulling you down beside him. "I like it."
You lean against him, enjoying the warmth of his body beside yours. "My parents would freak if they knew about us."
“Why?”
“You have pink hair. That right there is more than enough reason for them.” You roll your eyes.
Shima playfully twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers. "My hair is just one of my many charms," he says with a wink. "I’m sure your parents will come to like me eventually. I'm very likable."
"Oh really?" You prop yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him with a playful smirk. "And what unique 'charms' do you think you possess, Renzo Shima?"
His eyes darken slightly as he slides his hand to the small of your back, pulling you closer. "Want me to show you instead?" His voice drops to a whisper that sends a shiver down your spine.
"It depends," you reply softly, your heartbeat quickening as his fingers lazily trace patterns against your shirt. "Are you run away screaming if another spider appears?"
“Ouch.”
“What do you want for dinner?” you ask, leaning forward to press your lips against his.
"Mmm," he hums softly as he kisses you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "How about pizza? Or we could order takeout from that place you like near True Cross."
You pull back slightly, considering. "Pizza sounds good. Longer delivery time gives us more time for..." you trail off, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"More time for studying, of course," Shima finishes with mock innocence, though his eyes glint mischievously. "What else could you possibly mean?"
You laugh and reach for your phone. "Right, studying. Great idea.” You hop off the bed and carefully walk out of the room. There’s bug spray under the sink in the kitchen, and as long as you can get there, everything will be fine. Taking a deep breath, you keep your eyes focused on the kitchen, determined not to pause or look at where the spider might be.
Unsurprisingly, Shima follows you, just as cautiously. “Wait, _____, I think we can do something else instead of studying,” he complains.
“It’s too late; you’ve already made your decision.” You laugh as you open the cabinet. “Now, my knight in shining armor, go spray the entire living room.” You raise the can and shake it slightly, gesturing for him to take it.
Shima dramatically groans, eyeing the can of bug spray as if it might bite him. "I thought I was your boyfriend, not your exterminator."
"Today, you get to play both roles," you say sweetly, pressing the can into his hesitant hands. "Think of it as multitasking in our relationship."
"Fine," he sighs, taking the bug spray with visible reluctance. "But you owe me."
"I'll order extra cheese on the pizza," you bargain, leaning against the counter.
"That's a start," he says, cautiously stepping toward the living room. "But I'm thinking of something more... intimate."
You can't help but smile at his shameless flirting even in the face of arachnid terror. "Just kill the spider, Romeo."
Shima grips the can like a weapon, his knuckles white from holding it so tightly. You observe from the safety of the kitchen as he inches forward, muttering what sounds suspiciously like an exorcism prayer under his breath.
"You know bug spray isn't holy water, right?" you joke.
"Not helping!" he hisses back, scanning the floor with the intensity of someone searching for a bomb. "Where did it even go?"
"I don't know! Just spray everywhere!"
"That's wasteful," he protests, but starts spraying along the baseboards anyway. "And probably bad for the environment."
"Since when do you care about the environment?" you question, still safely in the kitchen doorway.
"Since it became a convenient excuse not to—" Shima freezes mid-sentence, his eyes widening. "There it is!"
You follow his gaze to see the spider scuttling across the floor toward the TV stand. "Kill it! Kill it now!"
In a panic, Shima sprays wildly in the spider's direction, creating a small chemical fog in your living room. You both watch with bated breath as the spider's movements slow, then stop completely.
"Is it...dead?" you whisper.
Shima inches closer, still clutching the bug spray like a lifeline. "I think so?"
"Poke it with something."
"What? No!" He looks at you like you've suggested he jump off a cliff. "You poke it!"
"You're the exorcist!"
"And you're the one who made me face this eight-legged monster in the first place!" Shima protests, taking a step back from the motionless spider. "Besides, what if it's playing dead?"
"Spiders don't play dead," you argue, though you're not entirely sure that's true. "Just...use the broom handle."
Shima frantically looks around, spotting the broom he had abandoned earlier. With exaggerated caution, he retrieves it and extends it toward the spider as if he's poking a sleeping bear. The instant the bristles touch the arachnid, he jumps back.
"It didn't move!" he announces triumphantly. "I think we're safe."
You exhale in relief. "My hero," you say with just enough sarcasm to make him pout.
"I faced my greatest fear for you," Shima says, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. "I deserve a medal. Or at least a kiss."
Nodding in agreement, you step closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “A kiss.” Leaning forward, you lightly brush your lips against his and quickly pull away before he can respond. “A kiss.” You grin. However, as you attempt to walk away, he pulls you against him. “Don’t tease me. I risked my life for you.” He smirks just before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss begins softly, but his hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you gently as he deepens it. His other hand rests at your waist, pulling you closer. Then, he gives your side a quick pinch, making you gasp. That’s all he needs—his tongue slips into your mouth, brushing lightly against yours as he kisses you more firmly. When you finally pull away, you bite your lower lip before grinning.
“I’m so glad you improved.”
“Improved what?”
“Kissing, remember our first—” His hand quickly covers your mouth. “What are you talking about? Some weird dream? Because we definitely didn’t have an awkward first real kiss like that.”
“If you say so, Renzo,” you tease, before pressing your lips against his again.
OMG i just saw the thing you did with rin and s/o on her period can you please please please please do one for Shima?🥺🙏
I hope you like it. 😅
Shima doesn’t do any research, so he stands in the middle of the aisle completely lost. He doesn’t even know what he needs: Pads? Tampons? Adult diaper? After lingering there for far too long, an employee finally approaches him.
“Sir, do you need help finding something?" She questions kindly.
“I need to pick something up for my girlfriend, but I’m not sure what to get," he admits honestly.
The employee just stares blankly at him, because the answer is obvious. After a beat, she recalls her role and responds, “Have you tried calling her?”
The look of realization that crosses Shima’s face is overwhelming for the employee; she turns her head to avoid laughing at the foolish teenager.
“Hey babe, do you use tampons, pads, or diapers?”
When you tell him, he nods over the phone, stepping to the section. “Uh babe, what size is your vagina?”
You drop what you’re doing, staring at the wall in disbelief at your stupid boyfriend’s question. “You’re a special kind of stupid, aren’t you?”
Honestly, I’d ask Konekomaru to pick up something before I asked Shima. Or maybe don’t send him to the shop without giving him a photo of what you need and maybe two or three backup options in case they’re out. You never know.
That aside, he would likely be helpful in other ways.
You may need to be a bit direct with him so he doesn’t buy a lot of unnecessary items, though.
“Renzou, I don’t need a heating pad.” You sigh into the phone while scrolling through options on your TV.
“But babe, he said—”
“Of course he did. He’s a salesman. It’s his job to sell it to you. I. Don’t. Need. It.” You stress.
“Okay, but are you sure?”
“Renzou!”
“Okay, okay.”
He brings you the snacks you ask for. Maybe some take out if you’re in the mood for it. Craving something from a certain restaurant? He’ll bring it to you.
If you don’t have any symptoms, he’s going to be mind-blown and a little concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He’s seen enough to understand that there are usually supposed to be symptoms. He probably won’t believe you; maybe he thinks you’re too embarrassed to share the details with him.
He’ll show up at your door with way too much stuff, including a heating pad the salesman convinced him to buy.
“Renzou, you literally used my heating pad last week when you had that sore shoulder.” You gaze at him in disbelief as he flaunts the heating pad.
“…yeah, but he said this is the best for period cramps.”
“There aren’t any cramps.” You lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Let’s go get your money back.”
HI! I’m not really sure if your requests are open and I’ve never requested anything on here before so I’m not really sure how this works but… could I ask for a renzo shima x shy or introverted reader fic kind of like your student reader X amaimon where she’s just in love with him and everyone else is telling her no.I really enjoyed it and I love your writing I really hope this doesn’t sound too pushy or stiff and I don’t know if you write for him but…uhh.. yeah pretty please??
and maybe shima is secretly just as obsessed with her and they’re both asking bon for help or something?Oh! and maybe the reader likes plants I don’t know. I’m kind of rambling now so I’m gonna shut up and leave you alone bye-bye! and have a good night /morning!😋
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Happy Valentine's Day 🥰
Izumo sighs as she observes you fixated on Shima. She tosses an eraser at your head to get your attention; after all, you’re both supposed to be studying, and you’re clearly distracted. “Why are you interested in him? He’s a pervert,” she comments, shaking her head in disbelief. Meanwhile, the pink-haired teen boy clings anxiously to Bon, whispering about something. Your gaze remains locked on him as you nervously fidget with the pencil in your hand.
The winter air nips at your ears, causing you to lift the scarf a bit higher to cover your ears. Izumo stares at you for a moment before sighing. “Let’s go back to your dorm room.” With one last glance at Shima, you nod and stand up, guiding the dark-haired girl back to your dorm.
The next day, Izumo and Shiemi come over to your dorm room after classes. “Are you crazy?” Izumo gives you a disappointed look as you start to pull all the ingredients from the fridge. “He said nobody has ever given him chocolate on Valentine’s Day.” You tap your fingers against the bowl, recalling the conversation from earlier that morning. “But it’s perfect. Rin has never been given chocolates either, so Shiemi, you can make him some. I’ve got extra packaging; you can pick your favorite. Izumo, is there anyone you want to make chocolates for?”
“No. I don’t have time for dating. We should be focusing on studying.”
“…why not both?”
“Idiot.”
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“Bon! You have to help me!” Shima exclaims, gripping his friend’s shoulders and shaking him slightly, panic evident in his eyes. “With what?” Bon leans back awkwardly, trying to escape Shima’s hold. “Do you know Nakamura? From ______’s class?” Shima tightens his grip as Bon makes another attempt to pull away. “I guess?” he replies, the image of an average dark-haired teen flashing through his mind. “He’s going to give ______ chocolates tomorrow!”
“Okay?”
“YOU KNOW I LIKE HER!” Shima snaps, eyes panicked.
“Yeah, well, you can’t exactly stop another guy from giving her chocolates.” Bon finally escapes from Shima’s grip. “Look. You can’t stop him, but you can get her something she’d like more.”
“…what does she like more?”
Bon fixes his gaze on him. “Come on, you know the answer to that.” Shima eagerly talks about every new thing he learns about ______. Not too long ago, he wouldn’t shut up about one of her interests. “I do?” Shima replies, looking confused.
"Flowers, Shima. Flowers.”
“Oh! That’s right, I need to buy flowers and chocolate. I’ll get her both! Can you help me pick the best flowers? And do you know what kind of chocolate she likes? There are so many.” Panic starts to set in again for Shima, and Bon runs his hand down his face in frustration. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“What kind of chocolates do I get her?!”
“Just call one of her friends and ask.”
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“Try this.” You hand spoons to Shiemi and Izumo. “Too sweet? Not sweet enough?” You ask them as you keep stirring the chocolate to prevent it from burning. Shiemi beams at you. “It’s perfect!” Next to her, Izumo nods in agreement. Feeling more confident about the batch, you nod and start pouring it into the molds. “Okay, now I’ll help you make some for Rin. Are you sure there isn’t anyone else you want to give chocolates to, Izumo?”
“Positive.”
A few seconds later, Izumo’s phone vibrates with a text. She raises an eyebrow at the message and sighs before replying with an honest answer. The idiot better not mess this up when I’m giving him the exact instructions. She considers sending that to Bon too, but he’s smart enough to know to follow the directions perfectly; as long as he stays with Shima, it should turn out fine. Her eyes flicker up to you, currently helping Shiemi find the perfect options for Rin. Then again, with her low standards, she’d probably accept cheap box chocolate from a convenience store. Izumo rolls her eyes, still in disbelief you’re interested in Shima.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Izumo once again tries to help you open your eyes and realize that maybe Shima isn’t the best person to be interested in.
You nod and take a deep breath as you gaze at the pink-haired teen across the lawn. With your shoulders squared, you start to walk toward him, holding a red box in your hand, but suddenly freeze. A bouquet that Bon had been holding is passed to Shima, and the pinkette appears nervous, speaking animatedly to Bon and Konekomaru. He waves his free arm in the air, which is quickly occupied by a box of chocolates that Konekomaru shoves into it. Slowly, you turn to look at Izumo and Shiemi, eyes wide, uncertain how to react. Are you still supposed to give them to him even if he’s giving flowers and chocolates to someone else?
Being your unwilling wing-woman, Izumo steps up and grabs your arm. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Shima’s eyes widen when he notices you walking towards him, and his grip on the bouquet tightens, almost crushing the stems. Noticing the crushing grip, Bon shoves his elbow into Shima’s ribs, causing the teen to gasp. “What was that for?” Bon nods down to the flowers, and Shima’s eyes widen slightly, panicking.
Typically, Shima presents himself smoothly, at least in his head, but when he’s with you, his mind goes blank, and the confident persona he thinks he has around women completely disappears. “I got these for you! I hope you like them.”
The chocolates you diligently crafted last night spill onto the ground as a bouquet is suddenly thrust into your arms. Your gaze shifts from the flowers pressed against your chest — some even breaking in the process — to the chocolates scattered across the grass, with the open box lying nearby.
Your stomach drops, and you don’t think about the fact that Shima gave you flowers. All you can think about is that the chocolates you made for him are ruined, so you have nothing to give him. His eyes drop to the ground too, widening in surprise. “I’m sorry! _____ I -”
“They’re for you," Izumo states bluntly, giving Shima an unimpressed look.
“M-me?” Still in shock, Shima drops to his knees, quickly picking up each one and tossing it into the box. “Five-second rule, right? Plus, this grass looks pretty clean.” He claims before standing up with the box full of chocolates and quickly places one in his mouth. His brown eyes light up, and the chocolate melts in his mouth. “Wow! ______, these are amazing.”
You blink in surprise, trying to wrap your head around what just happened. “These are for me?” you question, finally focusing on the bouquet of light pink and white tulips and lilies. "Yes," he nods. "Sorry, they didn’t have roses. I waited too late to find flowers and didn’t realize everything would sell out. Apparently, you should preorder at least forty-eight hours before Valentine’s Day..."
Konekomaru, who fortunately caught the chocolate that Shima almost dropped when he bent down to pick up the chocolates you made, nudges Shima while slightly lifting the chocolate to remind him to give it to you. “Oh! Right.” He takes the chocolates and offers them to you, being more careful this time. “I also bought you chocolates.”
You don’t notice your friends slowly backing away to give you space now that Shima has successfully passed you the flowers and chocolate.
"Thank you," you manage to stammer out, clutching the flowers and chocolates to your chest. "I... I really like them."
Shima's face lights up with a broad grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm so glad! I was worried you might not like tulips and lilies, but Bon said that Izumo said they were your favorites."
You glance over at Bon, who's trying his best to look nonchalant, and the Izumo, who has a hand over her face in annoyance. You can almost hear her mumbling he wasn’t supposed to mention that.
"So," Shima begins, shuffling his feet nervously. "I was wondering if maybe...you'd like to go out sometime? Like, on a date?"
“Oh. Yeah, sounds fun.”
You both stand there, staring at each other, unsure of what to say. Then Shima takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and suddenly opens them, his expression transformed with newfound confidence. “I like you _____.” He lifts his hand to gently cup the left side of your face. “You’re beautiful, smart, funny—perfect.” Slowly, he leans in, his lips barely brushing against yours. When he pulls away, your face is burning, and he continues to gaze intently at you. “I-I like you too, Renzou.”
“Really?” A look of almost disbelief crosses his face.
“Yes.”
He leans in closer, his warm breath softly brushing against your skin as his lips meet yours in a kiss that is both tender and firm. After a lingering moment, he pulls back, a playful smile lighting up his face. "What do you say to catching a movie this weekend?"
