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[emilypaik]

Kyoka

[esmore]

Jealous| Kyoka Yamamoto x fem!reader

Summary: While the leader group was filming a dance video, Kyoka came to visit her gf under the pretense of checking in on her own leader, but when she saw Marlee from Motiv talking and flirting with Rin, she couldn’t hold back her jealousy.

Warnings: angst+fluff

A/N: I had a request, but for some reason I couldn't post it because the tumblr was crashing. I really don't know what's wrong with the app, but I hope you, the person who requested it, is reading this and OH MY GOD I’m really nervous about whether you’ll like this or not, or if I managed to deliver what was requested, but either way I’m happy with how this fic turned out. Also, if you want, I can make an NSFW part two 😉😉 Also, I originally wrote this entire fic in my native language and only translated it into English afterward, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize in advance! 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 This fic will be published on my Wattpad: yavahyi

PART TWO:

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 4 · Jealous|Kyoka Yamamoto x fem!reader PART TWO| 21+ · Summary: Rin(OC/reader) feels Kyoka's jealousy on herself… Warnings: R

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Kyoka POV – Behind the scenes of the Leader Class video

The venue buzzed with noise. Light bounced off mirrored panels, and somewhere in the distance, a group of leaders moved in sync. The usual chaos. But Kyoka’s gaze was sharp—focused. She hadn’t come to watch or support just anyone.

She was here for one person.

Rin.

Kyoka walked calmly, with her usual poise—back straight, steps deliberate. A cap hid her face, sunglasses shielded her eyes, as if she were just casually dropping by to check on the leaders. A quick hello, a supportive nod, and she’d leave. That’s what she told herself that morning, nervously adjusting her clothes in the mirror.

But the second she turned the corner—everything fell apart.

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Far across the space, by the drink table, stood Rin. Her voice rang out like clinking glasses. Her movements were light, carefree. She was… flirting?

With Marlee.

Rin leaned in, whispered something in her ear—Marlee clutched her chest theatrically, and both burst into laughter. Marlee’s hand lingered on Rin’s shoulder a bit too long to be casual. Rin demonstrated a waacking move—classic, dramatic—mocking someone, probably. They laughed again, like nothing else in the world existed.

Kyoka froze.

The noise around her faded. No dancing, no voices, no music.

“Stay calm.” she told herself, fists tightening under her sleeves.

“You know Rin. She’s just… open. Playful. She charms everyone. It means nothing.”

But Marlee knew exactly what she was doing.

And this? This wasn’t just harmless teasing.

Kyoka took a step forward. Then another. Slow, measured, as if everything was fine. Her eyes, hidden behind her shades, sharp like a blade on glass.

Rin noticed her first. Surprise flickered, then warmth. She smiled brightly and waved.

— “Kyo! You came?!”

Kyoka paused for a heartbeat. Then gave a short nod.

— “Here to support my leader. Why not.”

Her voice was calm, almost sweet. Like a kettle about to boil.

Marlee turned with a slight nod.

— “Kyoka. What a pleasure. Though I think your timing’s a bit off—we were just talking about a collab. WACKD x Motiv, you know.”

Kyoka looked at her, blank and unbothered.

— “Of course. Rin rarely says no—if you’re persuasive enough.”

Marlee smirked. Rin giggled, seemingly unaware of the tension crackling in the air. Or pretending not to notice. And Kyoka kept watching. Marlee. Rin. The hand still resting on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

That’s when the first crack split her composure.

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Rin POV

— “Kyo! You came?!”

My voice slipped out before I could stop it. I felt my face flush. I was just talking to Marlee.

But the second Kyoka removed her sunglasses and looked at me—I felt it in my stomach.

That wasn’t how she usually looked at me with love.

That look? It went through me. As if I were air. Or worse—an inconvenience.

— “Here to support my leader. Why not,” she said. Calm. No smile. No spark.

I barely registered what Marlee was saying—something flirty, no doubt—but everything was buzzing in my ears. Like when the music cuts during a battle. Panic and silence. I didn’t know what to do.

Should I reach out? Laugh it off? Touch her fingers? Or just… apologize?

But then came another voice—confident, direct:

— “Kyoka, can I steal you for a sec?”

I turned. Ibuki. Right before Kyoka could walk away, I took a step toward her.

— “Kyo…”

But she didn’t even look at me.

She turned silently and walked off with Ibuki, like nothing here was worth staying for.

The silence hit like a slap.

Marlee cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to cut the tension:

— “Uhhh… wanna join the others? They’re dancing with Rie now.”

I exhaled too sharply.

I knew what that look meant. That silence. That storm in her walk.

Tonight wouldn’t end quietly.

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Third-person POV – Later that evening

The apartment felt stuffy. Rin had just walked in. Hadn’t even taken off her shoes when she heard it:

— “Seems like you had a fun time with Marlee.”

Kyoka’s voice—sharp, cold, cutting clean through the air. No greeting. No warmth. Just ice and control. Too calm to be normal.

Rin froze.

— “What are you talking about?”

Kyoka turned to her suddenly, like a switch had flipped. Her eyes burned.

— “What am I talking about? Really, Rin? You were laughing with her like you were in love, then looked at me like I was a stranger.”

Rin stepped closer, cautiously.

— “I just didn’t want people to get suspicious. You said it yourself—”

— “Don’t lie.” Kyoka stepped in, fast. — “I saw the way Marlee looked at you. And you didn’t seem to mind it.”

Rin swallowed hard.

— “You know that’s not true.”

— “Do I?” Kyoka’s voice sharpened. — “Then why was I standing there like a fucking idiot while you flirted with someone who clearly wants to fuck with you?”

It hit like a slap. Rin couldn’t respond. Just stared. Felt something inside her crack.

Kyoka stepped even closer.

— “I’m not your part-time girlfriend, Rin. I’m not some plush toy you come back to after you’ve soaked up enough attention from everyone else.”

A pause. Then:

— “Or just say it—are you ashamed of being with me? Scared people will find out and your perfect little image will crumble?”

Rin clenched her jaw.

— “Enough,” she whispered. — “Be mad, be jealous, fine. But don’t you dare say I’m ashamed of you. I’ve carried us through every close call. I’ve risked everything to keep us safe. Don’t you dare turn that into shame. I don’t owe you an apology for being careful.”

Silence.

Both of them stood on the edge.

Then Kyoka looked away. Her voice dropped to a murmur:

— “I just… I saw you laughing with her, and for a second, I thought—what if you’re happier without me?”

Rin stepped in gently. Touched her hand, hesitantly.

— “I can laugh with anyone. But happy? I’m only that with you.”

Kyoka didn’t answer. She pulled Rin into a kiss, arms locking around her waist. The kiss deepened quickly—hot, desperate, charged with everything unsaid. Anger. Fear. Longing.

— “I almost lost my mind seeing you two,” Kyoka breathed.

— “Kyo, you know I’m all yours,” Rin whispered.

And that—

That shattered the last of Kyoka’s restraint.

A/N: I'm sorry again for the language, English is not my native language at all, I wrote all the text in my own language and then translated it. I hope you enjoy this fic.

[ssivinee]

「 Hypnotic 」

wswf ! ag squad ! d. vanessa x ojo gang ! f reader ✎𓂃 Hayashi Y/n, a legend in the underground scene, but a namw the world doesn’t know —until the show begins. And one girl, in particular, seems to take an interest in you. Yet surprisingly, you're willing to go along with it.

word count ! 3.5 k

requested ! anon: im so obsessed with wswf these days and i’m head over heels for Vanesa from AG Squad. Can we have like an au or a one shot where you’re part of OJOGANG and you met Vanessa for the first time?

author's note ! if i fall into this phase again, GENERAL WARNING FOLKS. this is all FICTION, and the people involved in the story are depicted from my own mind. THIS ISN'T REAL AND IS MEANT TO JUST FEED THE DELULU GIRLIES OUT THERE

also everything in italics in this fic is everything thats suppose to be in japanese!

The production lounge was warmer than you expected. You walked into the space with a sheer lime green top that had several cutouts, the mix of the cold wind from outside and the heat indoors had you expecting the flu at some point on this trip.

Sitting in the crew's hideout, you sat next to Kyoka, who watched as Ibuki practically paced around the room with lots of energy. The feeling of your silky raven hair threaded through fingers as you stare at your leader with amusement.

It's the first day of ‘World of Street Woman Fighter’ and you hadn’t expected this weird tension in the air. Frankly, you had been aware of the show due to being close with Yumeri, who was on the second season of the show. The dancer had expressed many of her hardships and how the show felt draining. So you believed you knew what to expect…

Oh, how wrong you actually were.

When all eight of you guys walked up the stairs and into the building, you felt how sweaty your palms instantly got when you were faced with cameras. Being filmed by a camera wasn’t new, but being filmed and being surrounded by such a high production—that’s a new feeling.

You’d been in plenty of spaces before—small clubs, large warehouses, outdoor lots with cracked concrete that had rubble scraping your hands. Ultimately, this show and the setting were a different sensation. There were bright lights everywhere, to the point that you thought you could go blind looking anywhere. The hideouts felt a bit… isolated, as each crew has a setup room in the large space.

You were grateful that the inside was pretty spacious and had couches comfortable enough to take a nap on.

“Is this energy really needed right now? It’s the first day,” Kyoka mumbled beside you, her cap covering the bottom half of her face. You giggle at the introvert, but also sigh, leaning back on the couch… also an introvert yourself.

“She’s excited to have a strong crew. Besides, it’s the first day, so let it slide.”

You feel the couch sink in deeper beside you as Kyoka groans, and you smile at the chaos going on. Uwa and Minami giggled amongst themselves, Hana sat on the couch watching Ibuki show off in front of the camera, Junna spaced off a bit but smiled every time she heard something funny, Kyoka is lowkey falling asleep, and you just watched everything unfold.

The group wasn’t complete, and Ibuki had caught everyone up to speed, explaining that Ruu’s flight had been delayed, but that was fine since the first mission needed instinct instead of choreography.

And everyone in the room knew that you guys had that covered.

“Y/n-chan and Kyoka-chan are our biggest surprise for them!” Ibuki holds out her two hands and moves to the side to reveal both of you behind her. It wouldn’t be surprising if Mnet were editing the ‘surprises’ to look like zombies because of your current state.

Hayashi Y/n—a name that isn’t heard much in the commercial dance world. You preferred to dance when you wanted, with tons of freedom. The more rules, the less inclined you are to join things like this. It always helped when there weren’t many cameras either. Honestly, the only reason you were here was due to Akita Renan getting injured last minute.

Kyoka reached out to you two weeks before the trip, saying Ibuki had become desperate for a ‘replacement.’ The vocabulary seemed harsh, but you were aware that it wasn’t how Ibuki said it, and Kyoka just presented it that way to you.

You reluctantly said yes to both the older women, stating that they owed you in the future for this.

As you space off, you begin to think of how every team reacted to you guys. A few days ago, the show brought you in to reveal the line-up of teams. It made you excited to meet some long-time friends from RHTokyo, and you were kind of fangirling over MOTIV.

You were aware that the rest of the crews would have large reactions about you guys, whether it was good or bad, never really came to your mind. Each team is shown on the screen, members flashing one by one, with everyone's credentials listed under your names and beside your photos. 

It was strange watching each team, knowing you didn’t know many of them personally and only saw them through social media.

Now, on the same day, AG Squad had a different time slot from you guys in the studio. When it was OJO GANG’s turn and many of the girls pretty much fangirled. Of course, some things were said to keep the show interesting, but when your face came up, many of the girls fell confused. 

Vanessa, who sat behind the couch, tilted her head slightly at the sight of you. She wasn’t super well-versed in all the dancers in comparison to the others in the group. So the fact that almost all of them were confused silently told her you weren’t famous at all.

The keyword is almost, because Kyra’s gasp from the couch had all the girls furrowing their brows at her. The Aussie stands up, eyes wide, while pointing at the television while exclaiming, “I followed her on IG last year after her dance competition at a club.”

“Underground dancing scene?” Vanessa mumbles, and Kyra nods. “She also does a lot of late-night park competitions.”

The third youngest tries her best to not make a face, yet her face contorts, lips parted, and pupils dilated as she stares at your photo. It’s a ¾ headshot of you, almost appearing like it was from a magazine.

Your hair is styled straight and blonde, reaching to your midriff. Sporting a lacey asymmetrical top that didn’t hide any skin. Vanessa’s eyes looked at every inch of that photo, finding multiple tattoos that mainly decorated your arms, piercings in many areas, and how your acrylic nails were full of designs that looked futuristic in silver.

You looked like someone Vanessa would be friends with… but also be afraid of. Many of the women on the show were intimidating; the leaders of each crew are a great example of that. But, like Kyoka, you had this aura that told anyone to stay away from you.

“She does have a lot of grand prizes under her name,” Ruthy points out with her pursed lips, and Kaea leans on her hand. “They aren’t super well-known like HHI.”

Aaliyah leans forward in her spot, her animated eyes lighting up, “Some of these are at parks! That’s actually really cool.”

Vanessa doesn’t say much, and fortunately, no one notices how frozen she is on the stool, just gawking at your picture.

From that day, she was pretty excited to meet you, even writing that she respects you as a dancer, even if she had NO IDEA about the way you danced. When the profile photos were released, you skimmed through and when passing through AG Squad’s from the bed of your hotel room with Kyoka as your roommate.

“Oh?” Your voice breaking through the silence has your roommate peaking over at you from her bed, a brow raised since this was the only sound you made in the past three hours as you two lay in bed.

“What is it?”

You read through the rest of Vanessa’s profile while telling, “Vanessa-san put me down as one of her respected dancers.”

“Whose the other one?"

“Rie-chan,” you answered, and Kyoka almost choked on her water. “You guys are wayyyy different dancers.”

“I’m well aware,” you tell her honestly, which sparks a sense of confusion. It made you think if you and Rie were similar in any aspect, but you couldn’t think of anything. That’s at least where your thoughts are about the Aussie stops.

Now you were all in the Street Woman Fighter building, just waiting for your turns to be called.

On the television in your hideout, there's a loud slamming sound, and the words telling all of you to head to the fight zone. Ibuki leads you all to the stage area, excited giggles escaping her lips as you all make it up the stairs and into the fight zone.

Once the area is in your view, you immediately notice how every crew is there except AG and RH. Doing what you do best, as you guys walked onto the stage, circling around like sharks, your eyes couldn’t stop looking around. If people were able to put their hands up on who they made eye contact with, everyone's hands would be up right now.

Maiya from the Royal Family covers her mouth with a hand, then glances towards Moana while leaning in a bit, “She’s scary.”

“Which one?” Moana whispers back, but looks forward as Maiya does the same. “The one in the lime green top.”

“For sure, looks like she’s trying to maul all of us.”

“Who?” Teesha asked, especially after hearing the word maul. “Lime green top. Y/n, I think.”

Teesha looks across and definitely agrees. With Kyoka, you, Ibuki, and Minami sitting on the lower bench, it was a scary sight. It was like you three were guarding Ibuki, who's looking like your boss.

The lights around the fight zone were brighter than they had any right to be, but thank the lords you wore some shades that did well in dimming the lights. Three hours of sleep, one black coffee, an orange, and an energy drink were the only things keeping you from just… shutting down. The sunglasses were less about the style and more about saving yourself from looking shitty on camera.

You waited for confessionals, and Mnet had called it ‘feedback.’ The big screen lit up with MOTIV’s reactions first. The entire crew hears excited screams, and the camera cuts to Marlee standing up, and doing some top rock with how hype she is to see you and Kyoka.

She yells, “I knew it!” Making all of you laugh at the sight. Both of you look over at the American team, who look a bit embarrassed, but the moment broke the suffocating tension in the fight zone.

“Kyoka has 19 years of battle experience, countless.”

“As a woman in street dance, I respect both of them. Both really dope women in the space,” Fantaye’s grin nearly split her face. 

Kyoka side-eyed you with the smallest smirk, and you tilted your head just enough for the shades to catch the light. It was nice hearing it from people who actually knew the scene.

Then came Lee Jung’s voice, cool and edged. “Ibuki’s good at waacking, but… Lip J is on another level. Honestly? She’s better.”

You didn’t flinch, but you were listening. This damn show just wanted you to react so they could get views, and you weren’t about to give them the satisfaction of that. It was the thing about this franchise—half the fun was watching the editors stir the pot.

BUMSUP’s comments followed, and Mnet made sure to make them not look so nice in anyones eyes, huh.  “Hm, I don’t really see them beating Lip J in a battle,” Rihey’s tone was casual but sharp.

“She’s got that experience,” Honey J added, “Ibuki’s great, but Lip J… she’s our rep. She’s gonna take it.”

You leaned back against the bench, jaw still relaxed, letting them talk. Then another set of confessionals rolled.

“I think RHTokyo vs OJO GANG would be the real fight,” AG Squad said, leaning toward the camera.

“Yeah,” Zari agrees as the Royal Family says the same opinion, “Both from Japan, both strong in their own way.”

The “Japan vs Japan” angle would work like a charm on this show… bc it really was unnecessary. On screen, Royal Family’s Maiya laughed, “Of the two? RH’s better.”

Kaea from AG Squad nodded in her segment, “Rie’s… the queen of Japan.”

Beside you, Kyoka let out a breathy chuckle and turned her head toward you. “What are they saying?” she muttered, as if the comments were just bad stand-up comedy. You brought a hand to your mouth, trying to smother the giggle that almost came out.

Then Lee Jung’s face popped up again in the confessional cuts. “Honestly, RHTokyo should be the only ones repping Japan here.”

Kyoka’s smile flattened into something tighter, Ibuki’s arms crossed a little harder, but you stopped paying attention. RHTokyo’s younger members were already showing their egos in their confessionals, and frankly, you were too tired to care.

“I don’t even know who that girl is,” Asuka from RHTokyo frowned into the camera. “Y/n? Never heard of her. Kinda surprising she’s even here.”

That one made your lips twitch into a smirk behind the shades. Ibuki and Kyoka’s names came up in most talks about battling, their reputations enough to speak for them. You, on the other hand? Apparently you were still an enigma to everyone, and you were perfectly fine with that.

The screen shifted to the live feed—AG Squad’s name in bold letters, their entrance music starting. You exhaled, ready to just watch and zone out.

…That plan literally died the second Vanessa walked in.

Baggy pants hanging low on her hips, a bikini top that didn’t cover much, came into view. Out of everyone, she was easily the least clothed—and easily the most distracting thing you’d seen all day.

The word slipped out before you could stop it, low, “Atsui…” (Hot.)

You immediately hoped the mics hadn’t caught that, but Kyoka’s head whipped toward you, eyes wide below her hat. Her shoulders started shaking as she bowed her head, clearly trying to hold back a bass-boomed laugh. The serious “intimidation moment” of AG Squad’s entrance was basically ruined on your bench.

Once you're back to reality, RHTokyo was already seated in their respective spots, and everyone was listening to the announcements from Sung Hanbin’s voice cut through the speakers, officially talking about the no respect missions and how you were all to put stickers on the leaders. Everyone did just that, and you gladly put one on Teesha for your upcoming battle.

Afterwards, the cameras cut, and it’s time to change for the battles.

Back in the hideout, the crews scattered to their rooms. You sank into the quiet of your space, changing in an area of the room that gave privacy. Unfortunately, it was a small space, so each of you had to wait for your turn. Everyone knew you wouldn’t take long, so they let you go first, and by the time you emerged, you were in something simpler than the outfit you wore before. A tight white wife-beater, sleek black sweatpants that would definitely be getting censored due to the Adidas logo on the side, and your hair pulled into a low, neat ponytail with some plain white sneakers.

Instead of waiting for all the girls, you decide to try and wait at the fight zone instead. You were alone, moving toward the staircase, headphones tucked into your ears, the muted hum of music distracting you.

Vanessa stepped out of the AG Squad hideout almost simultaneously. She hadn’t noticed you at first, her focus on adjusting the hem of her baggy pants and fixing the strap on her top. Then, when she heads in the same direction, she recognizes your hair right away.

Vanessa was always down to make new friends, yet she wasn’t sure what she was going to say to you at first. All she knew was… she’s basically speed walking to catch up to you right now. Her eyes kept flicking up at your face once she was somewhat beside you, but she didn’t dare look fully.

You're still wearing your shades, and when you get a glimpse of her, you smirk, which doesn’t go unnoticed. She had no idea you knew she was watching, and you weren’t about to tell her.

“Y/n,” she finally breathed, voice low, careful. “I—uh, I just… I wanted to say… you’re really cool.” She glanced away quickly, then back again, caught in her own hesitation. You could almost wince at how awkward it sounded, not expecting her to sound like that. Thinking you would hear confidence, especially in how she dressed, it was cute to see her fumbling with her words.

You simply give her a “thanks,” then give her figure a once-over. It looked to her as if you were trying to intimidate the competition, and it was working, but all you wanted to do was look at the eye candy the world had presented in front of you today.

Not only that, but Vanessa is taken aback by your voice. When she listened to OJO’s confessionals, you sounded husky, but other than that, it was normal. But right in front of her, your voice while speaking in English, almost had her shaking in her boots.

“Your voice… it sounded normal in confessionals.”

“Normal?” you asked, tilting your head. The words honestly just slipped out, but Vanessa does well in saving herself.

“In Japanese,” she admitted, voice quiet. Then she blinked, caught in the embarrassment of being caught confessing a tiny thought aloud. You chuckled softly, pulling out your earbuds. “It’s normal… in English too,” you said, your accent slipping just a bit. 

Her breath hitched in a quiet gasp, her hand froze mid-adjustment, a strand of her hair constantly being touched by her. Her eyes widened slightly, lips parted just enough for you to notice.

“English?” she murmured, almost to herself, just thinking. Then, quickly, “I mean… your voice… it’s… sexy,” she added, almost under her breath. 

The last word was said in a rush, like she wasn’t supposed to, and her gaze darted down, then back up at you. You smirked, letting the shades tilt up in between your fingers, just enough to see her clearly. “Sexy, huh?” you teased, voice low, amused. “You like Japanese girls, or is it more the voice?”

Her cheeks are now flushed red, hand going to cover her mouth as a reflex, but the gesture did nothing to hide the obvious flustered state she’s in. Her foot tapped a rhythm against the floor, nervous about everything happening right now.

You kept your grin, taking the time to slow your pace to match hers while walking, to the point that ist was so slow, you weren’t even at the stairs yet. “You know,” you said softly, “I could tell you were watching me after you guys came in.”

She froze, eyes widening again, hands dropping instantly to her sides. “I—what? No! I wasn’t—”

“Relax,” you interrupted, shaking your head with a little laugh. “I think it’s cute. You don’t have to hide it.”

A faint bite of her lip, a small lean closer, a shift in the weight of her shoulders—it all said the same thing to you at least. She wasn’t trying to make it obvious, but it’s clear that she likes you.

“Anyway,” you continued, letting your voice take on a teasing edge, “if you’re trying to impress me, you’re doing a pretty good job.” You winked under the shades, smirking at the way her knees almost buckled, her hands flying to her hips to try and balance herself.

Before she could come up with a response, the door to their hideout swung open and Aliyah stepped out. She didn’t say anything, not acknowledging either of you yet, but the moment she appeared, Vanessa straightened immediately, blinking and clearing her throat.

You smiled softly, giving a small wave. “Later,” you said, and turned to go up the staircase, leaving Vanessa standing frozen in place.

A giggle sounded from behind her—Aaliyah, clearly amused by the way Vanessa was still staring after you, muttered under her breath. “Looks like someone’s got a crush.”

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed even deeper, eyes darting in the direction you went, muttering something inaudible as she tried to regain composure.

You couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips as you headed down the stairs, the energy in the air lighter, playful, and entirely yours to enjoy.

After a minute, Vanessa hadn’t even come in yet, but Kyoka does and she lookst at you interested in why she could hear the younger girls of AG Squad mumbling your name quietly at the bottom of the stairs.

“What did you do to the poor girl?”

“What makes you think I did anything wrong?”

Her eye twitches at the sound of you acting offended, the second oldest of OJO knowing you extremely well. When she dosen’t budge, your roll your eyes, then following with a devious smile.

“Totally did not flirt with her.”

“Yah!”

She threatens to hit you, and you put your hands up. Your just about to continue your sentence when Vanessa, Aliyah, and Kaleece walk by, the oldest of the three clearly tyring her best to not make eye contact with you.

But you had a strong feeling, Vanessa wont be out of your head anytime soon. You turn to look to the right, declaring to Kyoka, “Relax, I’m planning to ask for her number tonight.”

“Really? She’s got you hooked fast.”

“Well she clearly doesn’t have to do much to get my attention—she’s hypnotizing,” you mumble the last part and Kyoka only shrugs at the first part of your declaration.

“Make sure your still focused on the show, yeah?”

“I’ll try~.”

[itsmahree]

why is this so fanfic material tho 😅

[forbebeandjam]

hi honeyyy

do you watch wswf?? its so good and in the newest youtube video, mega crew mission, Bada was featured!!! i s(creamed) so loud, she looked so gooddd... can you pls write something about reader like seeing the video and being so in love with her gf, cute or smut? no worries if not. have the bestest day, i love youu

Hate You, Love You | Kyoka x Fem Reader | fluff

Summary: Kyoka and Y/N aren't fond of each other, but they end up in the same dance team. After trying to get them to get along, Ibuki gives up and sends them off together. It is then that they realize they have liked each other all this time. 

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I can’t believe it took me so long to post this 😭 anyway!! I hope you like it and I hope I get to write for Kyoka more in the future (may be a big suggestive at the end 🙂)

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It was a nice sunny day. You could call this the perfect day. It was chilly outside, but the sun gave off warmth. There was not a cloud in sight when you decided to go to work. 

With your gym bag and coffee in hand, you took the subway to the dance studio where you work. What you didn't expect was to see your old dance teacher waiting for you inside your classroom. 

"Ibuki! It's so nice to see you. What brings you here?" You asked, setting your things down and going in for a hug. 

"Well, I wanted to see my favorite student. And I also have an offer to make. I want you to be in my new dance team. I was offered to go to World of Street Woman Fighter and I want you to be on my team," she said. 

You could not believe what she was saying. World of Street Woman Fighter was a huge deal, and it could mean the beginning of a new career and exposure for you. So you accepted. She gave you a meet-up spot and then left. 

You were eager to meet up with her, so when the day arrived, you started questioning if it was worth going. But nevertheless, you dressed up and headed to the café. 

When you walked in, you saw Ibuki with other girls you recognized from the dance industry in Japan. Ibuki happily waved at you, and this made the blond girl turn to you. 

Your face changed once you saw her. Your guts twisted, and you felt something you couldn't explain. 

"Why is she here?" you and the blond girl blurted out at the same time. 

"Oh, guys. Come on! You had your differences before, but I think we can all work together for this. This is huge!" Ibuki said optimistically. 

"Differences? She pushed me during our recital and made my score decrease, leaving me in fourth place. Then, she ran off the stage and got us eliminated," you said. You were clearly already frustrated. 

"You don't have to tell this place my business!" she said. 

"Oh, please. Kyoka, everything is always about you!"

"No, it isn't! I tried to explain that day, but you just cut me off-"

"OKAY! Let's sit down. The prize for this is big, and we'll gain recognition worldwide. Let's just try? Please?" 

"I won't do it..." you both said. 

-

Somehow, Ibuki convinced you to do it. More like she reminded you both of the time you ditched a competition to go to a concert, and the team didn't place at all. 

Now that you were done with one of the battle rounds, you were waiting in the hideout. Your team had lost many battles, and you were the only one who won.

"You all did great. In the next round, you and Kyoka need to work together," she said. You looked up, and Ibuki was looking at you. 

"Like... me and her? Y/N and Kyoka? Those names don't go together on the same team in battles, and you know it. Why can't she do it with Minami or... Hana?" you said. 

"You two need to learn how to work together. You can't be at each other's throats every time one says something. Besides, we are here as a group, and if we ALL don't act like it, all of our routine and hard work during practice will be in vain. Now, go to a practice room and work it out," Ibuki said in her leader tone. 

You and Kyoka stood up, knowing that refusing to work together would be worse for everyone. 

And when you reached the room, you sat on opposite ends. A few minutes passed and you knew if you went back to the room like this, you'd end up losing the duo battle round. So, you stood up and walked towards her. 

"Hey, come on. We should try to practice, or we will end up losing," you said. 

"You think I am selfish, but all you care about is winning... hm?" She gave you a nonchalant look as she hugged her legs and rested her chin on one of her knees.

"Kyoka, we don't have time for you to be petty. We all are going to lose points if we don't get another win, and it will affect all of us." 

"You know, if Ibuki had told me you were gonna be on the team, I would've said no," she said as she stood up. 

"Well, same here. But then she had to bring up the concert... *sigh* I guess I owe her that," you said as you started stretching. 

"I do too. That concert was fun. I think that was one of the few times I didn't regret skipping a competition. I didn't know I was going to find you there." Kyoka chuckled at the memory of you two getting along for a few hours. 

"I don't regret it either. Billie Eilish is just so talented, I couldn't pass up on the opportunity. I had fun... with you." You said. 

A strange feeling in your guts started spreading all over your body. You felt a sudden warmth on your cheeks and immediately put your hood over your head. 

"I had fun with you as well. And about that day, I know we never cleared it up, but... I am sorry. None of that was my intention. Everything just sorta got out of control," she said. 

You felt guilty. You never really gave her the opportunity to explain what happened that day. You realized that maybe you had been very selfish. 

"What did happen that day? Why did you just... leave?" You asked. 

"Well, don't make fun of me. You always made me nervous. I would ask Ibuki to leave me out of the group dances because I knew I would be a mess if I had to dance next to you. So, when it was inevitable, I tried to stay as far as possible when rehearsing. Not that you ever noticed," she said. 

"Oh, come on! That's not true. I mean... wait... are you serious?" you asked once you saw her flustered expression.

"Yeah, I am. When we were dancing on stage, all I could do was look at you and see how amazing you looked, and then I forgot to move. Another girl pushed me, and I bumped into you," Kyoka said as she played with her hands. 

"Yeah, but why didn't you help me? If I'm being honest, I wanted to talk to you for a while, but I just... I don't know," you replied. 

"I was scared you would hate me. And when you did end up hating me, I got defensive, and I developed a certain hatred as well. I am so sorry," she said. 

"Kyoka, I never hated you. I mean... I suppose you could say that's what it felt like, but no. I always admired you as a dancer and... I liked you. Yes, I know it's corny. I had the biggest crush on you, and I guess you leaving me on the floor like that kinda showed me that you didn't like me the way I liked you." 

"You're joking, right?" she said. Her face was a soft shade of pink, and her eyes were wide. 

"No, I am not. But it's in the past. I understand if your feelings aren't the same. We should-" you were about to get up, but she held your hand tightly. 

"I... I like you. My feelings for you haven't changed, and they were true all along. I'm sorry I acted so childish, and if I ever hurt your feelings. I know I am not what you would want for a relationship, but if we could just be friends again, I would-" she paused when you pecked her lips. 

She looked at you with wide eyes, and her face was now 'tomato' red. A shy smile lingered on her lips, and she covered her face with her sleeves. 

"Come on. We should practice so we can get Ibuki a win, mh?" You held her hand and had her stand up. 

"Wait... I don't think I can..." she said. 

"We can talk about it later, okay? Let's practice now." Kyoka nodded. You never thought such a cool and hardcore person could act like this. 

-

You got that win with your hip-hop routine. The girls from your team kept looking at you and Kyoka weirdly. Especially because she wouldn't let go of your arm. Once the cameras stopped rolling, Ibuki approached you.

"Okay, I cant be the only one confused right now. What's going on with you two?" she asked. 

"I am confused too. Not that long ago, you two were at eachother's thoat and now... this?" Minami added with a confused look. 

"We worked it out. Turns out we didnt hate each other and it was all a misunderstanding," you said. Kyoka was still radiating a soft shade of red from her cheeks. 

"And why does Kyoka look like an idiot in love?" Hana asked. 

"Because they are in love. Just look at them! Well, Kyoka is just an idiot" Juna smirked. 

"Okay, fine! Yes, we are dating, okay? It's out. We are happy and we love each other so now that it's cleared, let's forget about it and carry on with the show?" you said. They were all quiet and Ibuki agreed. 

The cameras were about to start rolling and you sat next to Kyoka who leaned her head on your shoulder. You suddnely saw Ibuki lean into your ear. 

"I know what you two did in the hideout," she whispered loud enough for Kyoka to hear. 

You blushed and cleared your throat. Kyoka sat up and rubber her nape.

"Do you think we shoulve waited till we went to the hotel room?" Kyoka asked. 

"Maybe... but I don't regret it," you said as you bumped her shoulder.

-

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