nana's note: please excuse any mischaracterizations haha i don’t know most of them too well! i’m in the midst of watching the anime and reading the manga so hopefully i can improve whatever sucks xoxo i say slur btw because i literally do not know what uzuki is like but i can assume he is different from “slur." please enjoy! drabbles are inspired by prompts from this post.
content warnings: reader is shorter than gaku, uhh that's it i believe!
sakamoto is all about that domestic life, far far away from his past world—he’d drop everything if it meant that your happiness was guaranteed, no doubt about it. but living with you, he’s grown to realize that not everything needs to be some grand gesture. simply being with you is perfect as well. either consciously or not, he’s adopted a meaningful habit of pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, nape, or temple at each passing. be it in the kitchen, when he’s squeezing past to the other side, you’ll feel his warm lips against your skin for a fleeting moment. or perhaps in the bathroom when you’ve just woken up—sakamoto can’t help but find your sleepy eyes adorable, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in greeting. he won’t say much, or anything at all. but his face will soften into a kind smile when you kiss him right back.
nagumo is a well-put together man; clothes ironed, shoes polished, and hair tidy. that was most days, this morning he was in a bit of a rush and was hastily throwing on his clothes while the alarm insistently beeped on your bed side table. that, paired with how much he hated being up so early, he groaned loudly. to be honest, nagumo could care less at this hour what he looked like. but despite the ungodly hours he woke up for work, you were always right behind him with a prepared bento from the night before and a fresh cup of coffee in hand, still steaming. “don’t forget these,” you murmur softly, voice low like the sun that was slowly rising behind the apartment landscape. nagumo stops, a small grin growing on his face before placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head with a quiet thanks. and before he can step out the door, you call for him. his head tilts in questioning, eyes peering down at you as you move to adjust the collar of his button down. finally, with soft peck to your lips, he leaves with a soft squeeze to your waist. “can’t have your man looking messy, hm?”
shin knew you loved stealing his hoodies. something about how they fit better on you but really, your mind said it was because they smelled like him. so, it’s not unusual for him to find the odd one missing. his first thought was that it’s either on your body or in your closet. so when he sees—on your guys’ way out to sakamoto’s—that you’re wearing his sky blue hoodie that was missing the past few days, he smiles with a ruffle to your head. “you’re gonna mess up my hair,” you pout, laughing as you make your way out his apartment first. shin catches up quickly, arguably messing up your hair even more when he suddenly tugs the hood over your head. then, he rubs your shoulders up and down roughly, “hey—it’s cold! i don’t care if it’s a short walk.” and with your hand in his coarse, but oh-so-warm one, the two of you head out.
heisuke is an energetic boy who’ll find himself doing almost anything with anyone. but when it comes to downtime, he wouldn’t want to spend that time with anyone but you. lying face-to-face, heisuke smiles at you under the warmth of your blanket, hand in yours as piisuke sleeps soundly in his cage. “this is the best, yo.” you’re not sure what exactly he’s implying to, and you’re too tired to really ask. just as sleep is about to take you, light fingers begin to trace soft pathways along the slope of your face; your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, and lips. it’s relaxing, and when you mutter under your breath in a sound that suggests encouragement, heisuke suddenly uses his thumbs to brush your eyebrows back into place. almost roughly, pulling you away from sleep’s soothing grasp. “beautiful,” he grins, laughing when you narrowly glare up at him with tired eyes. he bumps your nose with his in apology, forehead against his.
seba was working on another invention, something a little more mundane but he claimed was still necessary. he said it was gonna make life easier, though you’re watching him from the counter with a confused look as he fumbles around with the tools. his hoodie sleeves keep falling over his hands, slipping down past his knuckles and even covering his fingers at times. but instead of doing the obvious, seba only kept working—too absorbed in his work to care about the obstruction. you sigh with a soft shake of your head, so much for making your life easier, natsuki. he hears your footsteps, acknowledging you with a hum but stopping altogether when your hands tug at his left sleeve, folding and rolling the fabric up a few times to keep it in place. “hey–” but he’s quickly interrupted when you move to repeat the same to his right sleeve. “don’t hey me, it’s torture watching you work like this.” he’s stunned for just a second, before smirking and pressing a soft kiss to your temple while you’re still bent down. “thanks.”
shishiba got you anything you craved. something sweet? sure, or maybe you wanted something savoury with a little tang. name a spot or ask him for one, he’s got that for you too. the two of you decided on dango, shishiba watching patiently as you chew the last bit of your dessert. you hum in delight, nibbling with your mouth strictly shut. a smile emerges on his face, noting how long its taking you to swallow the tender dessert. “hey, you’ve got a little..” he starts, voice softer than it was with anyone else. his eyes crinkle as his smile grows, a hand coming up to wipe a bit of sweetened soy sauce from the corner of your mouth. “...sauce,” he finishes, moving to pinch your cheek gently. you grumble lightheartedly, but the action only makes him do it again.
slur had an air to him. cold, calculated, and careful. his skin and hair were nothing short of winter. before, it was enough to send a wake of goosebumps across your arms or at times, even send a shiver down your spine. now, you’ve gotten use to such a man. still, it was a surprise to see how cold his hands were all the time. uzuki’s also grown use to you, the way you’d suddenly sandwich his hands between yours, calling them ice blocks with a nudge to his shoulder. most of the time, you didn’t say a word though—only applying pressure between your two palms before doing it with his other hand. uzuki was stuck, like your hold had him trapped. but he didn’t mind, always letting you do it without a mind and with a little smile. “thank you,” he’d say. “all warm now, hm?”
gaku noticed your struggle immediately. you were reaching for some can of sauce in the storage, only problem was that kashima must’ve put it all the way in the back of the highest cabinet. you grumbled, fingers wiggling fruitlessly as you stretched to your body’s limit. “hold on,” your boyfriend’s voice called out, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. why was it like he could conceal his presence? “gaku, could you get the–” “already on it,” he hums, caging you between the counter and his body with one hand holding your waist steady, the other reaching up and up and up. “annnnd—got it.” he smirks softly, putting the can in your grasp for you. you exhale softly, “thanks.” he grumbles, gives you a soft pinch of your cheek, before shoving his hands into his pockets and leaving you be.
