(TL: You're too cute that I can't focus...)
Gender neutral reader
TW/CW: I made reader speak korean bc i’m kinda self projecting myself here heehee
Order type: Vanilla Latte, set in ! era
Word count: 314
Written by: Yeul
Proofread: n/a
Writer’s note: haha i’m going to brag and say this is based off of my real experiences w/ my s/o heehee
“The coefficient of x goes here you idiot.”
The grey haired man flicks your forehead with his pen as he looks over to your maths worksheet. You flinch slightly as you shake your head to focus back on the material.
But how could you possibly focus when your cute and attractive boyfriend was in front of you? You couldn’t stop staring at him, his features, his hair, how he looked, his clothes…
“(Y/n)!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry–”
Izumi sighs again, fingers managing to pinch your cheek as he pulls.
“You need to focus, you want to pass the finals right?” He comments, cerulean blue eyes staring into yours.
“Yeah. I think?” Your words end up as a question as you slump down on the library desk. You pull your grey hoodie on top of your head as you murmur nonsense.
“‘I think?’ (Y/n), I know you’re tired an all but still, your goals are the top universities– if you’re like this, that’s not gonna happen…” Izumi’s eyes soften as he places his right hand on the top of your head to push back the hoodie. He pokes your forehead waiting for a response, just for you to turn your head to see the people walking by the library table you both were sat.
“(Y/n)?” Tone laced with concern, your boyfriend tilts his head to check your state.
Murmuring, you whisper a small, “너무 귀여워서 집중 못하겠잖아…”
You couldn’t bear to speak in a language he understood. It was obvious that he would start teasing you relentlessly.
“What?”
You straighten your posture as you shake your head, smacking your cold hands on your warm face as you laugh. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to fail.”
“What? Don’t spout nonsense, you’re not going to fail, at least not with me.”
You chuckle as you nod, smiling as you and Izumi return back to studying.
Gender neutral reader
TW/CW: emotionless, reader changes for izumi in an unhealthy way
Order type: 2 shot espresso, can be read as platonic or romantic
Word count: 466
Written by: Yeul
Proofread: n/a
Writer’s note: heehee
“Could you please shut up, (y/n)? You're being really annoying you know?”
“Yeah! Okay!”
Izumi sighs as he turns back to his papers on his desk, chair scraping the floor. You smile as you put some distance away from the grey haired boy to give him his privacy.
“I’ll be leaving then! Have a lovely day, Izumi!”
“Alright, alright.”
You walk out of the room as you walk somewhere else. Fidgeting with your sleeves, you arrive at a park. Sitting on the wooden bench, you sigh as you slump down.
Meanwhile, Izumi stares at his papers, starting to regret his harsh words towards you. But you left with a bright tone and with light steps. That meant that you weren’t really affected, right?
——
“(y/n)? Do you think it's okay like this?” Izumi asks. He flits through the photos taken on the camera, waiting for your opinion. He gulps nervously, as your abnormal prolonged silence wasn’t like the normal you. Did it look bad? Or were you just tired?
“...Yeah! I think it’s nice.” You finally reply. Izumi notices your lack of enthusiasm. It had slightly shaken him, but shook it off, thinking nothing about it. Nodding at your answer, Izumi walks off after thanking you for your opinion.
I wonder if they were just tired today…
Clicks and clacks of Izumi’s shoes were heard at the hallway as it got quieter, soon disappearing from your zone of hearing.
“...I think… it always looks nice… Izumi…”
——
“(y/n)? You listening?” He asks with both concern and annoyance laced in his voice. No, it was sewn to his voice. Izumi’s eyes narrow as he sees that you’re not really paying attention. Waving a hand in front of you, you shake your head slightly as you focus again.
“Mhm.” You mumble. Izumi was barely able to catch it, but he did. He sighs as his cerulean blue eyes scans your figure just in case you were sick. He couldn’t help but feel as if you were slowly starting to lose that light in your eyes. You were starting to scare him and worry him, slowly but surely.
——
“(y/n), I’m… I’m sorry. You don’t need to be like this, I swear…” Izumi apologizes when he finds out that you’ve been changing your entire being just so he wouldn’t get annoyed at you anymore. It’s clearly shown in his voice that he was regretful for his words.
You do not flinch when he suddenly holds your arms. You smile in such an eerie way that it sends shivers down Izumi’s spine. Your (e/c) eyes are dull, the scintillations that he adored nowhere to be found, instead replaced with a characterless and bleak glow. Your mouth opens to say, “No need to be. This is what you wanted.”
S. RITSU > I Wasted Like Half of My Summer Tryna Hold on Your Hand <
Gender neutral reader
TW/CW: Unrequited love, reader likes Mao but Ritsu likes reader(you)
Order type: 1 shot espresso
Word count: 469
Written by: Yeul
Proofread: n/a
Writer’s note: Wasted Summers by juju<3, set before they graduate.
Sometimes, Ritsu ponders over thoughts and his feelings.
Most of the ‘sometimes’ include you.
He wonders and daydreams about the blissful future where the both of you are holding hands, sitting on the soft grass as the sun sets, a beautiful warm orange and yellow shining on the both of you in ethereal motion.
Were the two of you in a relationship?
Not really.
You on the other hand liked someone else, that someone being a boy that the red eyed boy knew quite well.
But Ritsu didn’t know that.
You were often seen around Mao much more often, thus allowing Ritsu to also hang around. The black haired boy would think of these situations as a way to get closer to you. He thought he was being quite obvious with his advances with how he’d drape himself around you instead on the ground, insisting that you be with him until he wakes up. You’d agree.
Everytime you’d agree to stay with Ritsu until he wakes up, the amber red eyed boy would take it as you were also interested in him as well. And so everyday was full of butterflies and excitement, containing his joy was nigh impossible, and attending school was full of delight. He’d be able to see you, and you’d be able to see him too! Wasn’t that just perfect?
Soon summer break would come.
Ritsu thought of trying to plan out how to initiate his affections further to intertwining your hands together with his.
He just hoped that maybe Mao would also help with his situation– only to find his response on his phone as ‘can’t, i’m overseas’. Odd, because you’re also overseas too, no?
Maybe Ritsu just didn’t think more logically about your responses.
Once summer break ended and you came back from a holiday overseas, you’d find yourself intertwining hands with the magenta haired boy, both faces warm and hot, eyes radiating adoration and embarrassment.
Ritsu opened the door to the classroom, smiling as he walked in to greet you, only to find you and his childhood friend staring at each other with fondness and affection.
Ah, this, can’t be real, right?
The red eyed boy’s smile drops instantly, arms dropping to his sides as he stares at the two of you in front of him. Both of you don’t notice the door closing, as Ritsu runs away from the classroom.
For this whole time, were you…
No. Ritsu doubts your intentions. You were too nice, kind.
But he still couldn’t erase the image from his mind.
Tears pool his vision as he slides down the wall, rethinking your actions.
You were too kind for your own good. Ritsu thinks.
And if he just knew, maybe he didn’t need to waste half of his summer trying to hold on to your hand.
Gender neutral reader
TW/CW: cuddling
Order type: Vanilla Latte (fluff)
Word count: 415
Written by: Yeul
Proofread: n/a
Writer’s note: ‘m bakc
The black haired boy sighs as he looks down at the marbled floor of your house. Deciding to settle down on the corner of the living room, he crouches as he watches the lights reflect off of the grey and white, dancing as if two koi fish were in a pond.
“Ritsu? What are you doing there, c’mon, stand up.”
With an echo, your voice reaches out to him as he reluctantly does so, bringing his bags along.
Yawning, he trudges up to you as he rests his head on your shoulder.
“‘m tired…”
“I know, I know…”
Smiling, you pat his head as you try to get him off of you. With a little bit of effort, he pulls away as you take some of his bags to the guest bedroom.
“Not your bedroom? That’s kinda sad…”
“Ritsu you slept on my bed last time and I didn’t have space to sleep on–”
“We could’ve cuddled but you didn’t.”
Sighing, you turn your way to your bedroom as he smiles in victory, red eyes crinkling into crescent moons. Laughing, he picks his pace up as he reaches the bedroom door faster than you do as he opens the door. Throwing his bags on the floor, he jumps on the bed, once again leaving no space for you to sleep on.
Ritsu pats the small sliver of space as you put his bags at the foot of the bed. Sighing, you usher him to move a little as you sit on the edge.
“No, no (Y/n), we’re gonna cuddle, not sit~”
“I don’t wanna cuddle right now…”
Gasping, Ritsu feigns offense as you chuckle in amusement, giving into his pleas as you lie next to him. His hands make way to you as he pulls you in, drifting off to sleep while you try to take your phone to text your boyfriend’s unit that he’ll be staying with you for a while.
Before you have the chance to open your phone, Ritsu takes the small device as he snaps a quick picture of you two, then settling it down on the other side of the bed. Smiling in content, he settles down in a comfortable position as he sleeps, small snores within hearing range.
“You and your little shenanigans…”
Sighing in both amusement and fatigue, you turn to him as you cuddle him back, drifting off to dreamland.
Opening one eye, Ritsu smiles once again as he snuggles closer.
idol!s. ritsu x utaite!reader
gender neutral! reader
始まり：2023-07-12
終わり：n/a
予約
(L/N) (Y/N), famous utaite who made a group, ‘For 1 The Rose’. Their happiness and enthusiasm to their singing is contagious, and being a well known ‘happy virus’, they make their goal to bring smiles to peoples’ faces. Once their group and NewDi’s ‘Knights’ have a collaboration song announced, (Y/N) makes it their goal to bring everyone into one harmony. Will they succeed? Or will they pull that one knight with black hair and red eyes?
Sakuma Ritsu, a member of the famous unit, ‘Knights’. His sleepiness and slight laziness somehow charms many of his fans. First finding disinterest in the collaboration, he finds the collaboration almost useless until he meets (U/N), who piques his interest. Maybe this collaboration wasn’t useless. Finding a smile on his face, he decides to ‘pursue’ (Y/N), though finding it difficult with how their actions seem so platonic.
You have a horrible sense of direction so you're either really late or really early.
Haon was laughing so hard when he came back that he had to take a 1 minute break to calm down.
When you and your group met Knights, Yukino near impulsively said 'I'd like to adopt you' to Tsukasa. (She had the first word out until Haon stopped her.)
Sen thought they should've just met somewhere else because goddamn the building is large.
Izumi met Haon by modelling in Korea when the latter was still active in the country.
Leo met Haon through exchanging music ideas and tips online.
Ritsu knows the group but he finds it too much to have a collaboration.
You, Yukino and Sen are the bane of Haon's existence(affectionately).
Yukino claims that if you're going to get a s/o they'll have to go through her first.
For 1 The Rose (F1TR for short) are one big family; Haon's the parent figure, you, Yukino and Sen are the children, with you being the youngest, Yukino being the middle child and Sen the first child.
Writer's Note: Honestly this is my first time making a SMAU so apologies for the awkwardness :D
Gender neutral reader
TW/CW: I actually have no idea
Order type: Vanilla Latte
Word count: 1636
Written by: Yeul
Proofread: n/a
Writer’s note: been a few days over the 1 year anniversary so cafe manager here will give yall something to eat, also kinda Knights centric and some very obvious favouritism with Anzu
1 year of a fever dream.
…All of them were fake.
“...ke up! (Y/n), you hear me?”
You wonder. You never wanted to wake up. Not face the harsh reality that was provided by mother nature.
Rustling on your bed you squint open your tired eyes.
A square room. A bed. A working table, and finally, your older sister.
“...Yes I do, (S/n).”
“Alright. Good. We need to leave now, the cafe needs to be opened you know?”
Right. The cafe. The small quaint cafe that you and your sister owned.
The small cafe that seemed to have gained so much popularity that people would start to find the little shop somewhere within the small dark yet warm streets.
Getting up from your bed, you change your clothes and brush your teeth, bringing your bag as you lock the door to your house.
“Thinking of which, should we move the cafe somewhere else? Customers have been coming in a lot lately, and there’s not enough space.”
You muse, and your sister nods in agreement.
“Yeah, but staying where we started 10 years ago by our parents bring the nostalgia, no?” she replies.
That was true. You were a wee little kid back then, unknowing of the new ‘world’ that would be given once you were 18.
Memories. Nice to know that we still remember.
Opening the cafe doors, the warmth of the orange lights turn on.
9:00 AM and your first customer walks in.
Familiar tousled orange hair, bright blue eyes… along with a dark black haired boy with sharp deep blue eyes.
“I’d like a Vanilla Latte, a Macchiato, an espresso shot, a hot chocolate, along with 2 croffles and 2 bagels please.”
That was one familiar voice.
Pressing the buttons on the cashier screen, you nod as you recheck the order.
“Alright, may I have your name?”
“Hidaka Hokuto.”
“Would you like your order to be taken out?”
The boy nods in replacement of a vocal reply.
“That will be 2800 yen.”
Taking out his wallet, he brings a 2000 yen note along with one 500 yen coin with three 100 yen coins.
Nodding, you press the onscreen keyboard, writing the dark haired boy’s name down.
“Your order will be ready soon, thank you for ordering!”
Taking the order out, you call your sister as she gets the food ready while you brew the drinks.
Hidaka Hokuto…
Hidaka… Hokuto?
You realise quite quickly that the ‘fantasy’ you dreamed of was actually real– and you definitely know these people. Very well in fact. You had ‘interacted’ with these two and you knew the orange haired’s name. Akehoshi Subaru. But if you said that out loud, they’d definitely find you odd, right?
A few minutes later, the food was done as well as the drinks.
Placing them at the small space to take the drinks, the dark haired boy walks up, taking the cups while the oranged haired boy takes the food.
The latter smiles as he shouts a short but warm, “Thank you!” as they both leave, the small bell chime jingling to produce a calm rhythm.
Many more people come in as they come and go– some similar, such as Aoba Tsumugi, Mikejima Madara, Oukawa Kohaku, Hasumi Keito, Shino Hajime, Hakaze Kaoru– where he tried flirting with you, keyword, tried– Aoi Hinata and Aoi Yuta, Kagehira Mika, Kazehaya Tatsumi, and the group of Ran Nagisa, Tomoe Hiyori, Saegusa Ibara and Sazanami Jun– which was basically about 90% of the people you had interacted with in your fantasy.
Others stayed at tables to talk and study. A few hours later, 14:50, a dark navy haired boy walks in as he stares at the menu. Then he checks his phone, and then he orders.
“May I have one hot Chocolate, one Vanilla Latte, one Mocha and one iced Americano?”
“Of course, that will be 1450 yen.”
He smiles as he brings out a debit card. You take it as you slide it over the card machine.
“Would you like it to go or in the cafe?”
“To go please.”
“Thank you for ordering! May I have your name?”
“Fushimi Yuzuru.”
Typing rapidly on the monitor, you nod as he walks to the small waiting place.
Thats another that I know… Fine, was it? I wonder if they’re idols here or just normal people, but judging from others’ reactions they all just seem to be one big group of friends…
Brewing the last of the order, you put them in the small cardboard boxes as you bring them where Yuzuru stands.
“Thank you very much.”
He smiles and leaves, the glass door chiming along with the small twittering of the birds outside.
Wonder who’s coming next…
A girl with milk chocolate hair and aquamarine blue eyes enter the cafe with care, as she walks towards the cashier.
“Hello, I’d like to have three hot Chocolates, one cappuccino, one Vanilla Latte, and one hot Americano please.”
“Alright, that will be 2100 yen. Would you like it to go or in the cafe?”
“To go please, heres the cash.”
Smiling, you take the cash as you put them in the box.
“May I have your name?”
“Anzu.”
“Thank you for ordering. Your order will be ready in a few!”
She smiles in appreciation as she settles on a small booth.
Your sister comes in as she brews the drinks while you greet another customer– a group.
The red haired walks up as he talks with his friends, then turns to you to order.
“Hello! May I have one hot Chocolate, one Vanilla Latte, one iced Americano, two Cappuccinos, two cupcakes and two croffles?”
“Of course. That will be 3350 yen. To go or in the cafe?”
“In the cafe please.”
He takes out a credit card as you take it and slide it over the card machine, the receipt being printed out slowly.
Taking the receipt and the card, you hand it over to the boy.
“May I have your name?”
“Suou Tsukasa.”
Typing it in, you nod as you smile.
“Your order will be ready in a while. Thank you for ordering!”
The group smiles as they walk over to a booth.
Meanwhile, Anzu’s order was done, and was set down at the counter.
Calling out her name but with no reply, to check up, only to find her dozing off at the wall.
…Should I wake her up…? But she’s so peaceful now…
Deciding on what to do, she wakes up, deep aquamarine like eyes blinking rapidly as she stares at your figure.
…She’s really pret– Woah (Y/n), focus on the job!
“...Oh, you’re awake– your order is ready!”
You hand her the drinks as she bows in reply, leaving the cafe in a tousled hurry.
And about 20 minutes later, all of the orders are done for the group of five– which you recognise as Suou Tsukasa, Tsukinaga Leo– happily drawing on the small cafe napkin– Sena Izumi, Sakuma Ritsu– dozing off– and Narukami Arashi, talking to her friends.
Setting the tray down, you walk over to the outer side of the counter as you bring the tray to the booth.
“Ah, thank you so much!”
You smile as you take the tray, setting it on the counter as you head back into the staff room.
Checking your phone, it shows as 20:25, which was 35 minutes close to closing time.
Your sister looks at your figure as she laughs in amusement, tone arch.
“Some of the customers seem very alike to your descriptions of people in your dreams, (Y/n).”
“They are them… their names are the same, its just their jobs that seem to be not… the same?”
She looks confused, but you understand. You’re confused too.
“Oh right, since it’s close to closing, we need to clean for tomorrow…”
Your sister mumbles.
Taking the broom, you and your sister head out to find Anzu outside of the cafe, soaked in rain.
Dropping your broom to your older sister, you open the door as you usher her in, bringing a soft dry towel. The five at the booth waves at her as she waves back.
While Anzu dries herself, you head to the booth where you find them starting to leave, putting the extra napkins as a pile.
“Thank you for visiting the cafe! However, it’s raining outside, so it’s best to stay in until it goes away.”
They smile as they nod, resuming to talking again as you take the cups and tissues back to the counter.
Leaving them for your sister to take care of, you check up on Anzu, seeing her in a better condition.
“You alright?”
“Yeah… thanks for letting me in…”
“(Y/n)”
“Mm… thanks, (Y/n)...”
Anzu nods in appreciation as she stares at you.
“I… I think I know you…?”
Anzu speaks.
Making a slightly surprised squeak, your head turns as you look at her.
“Me?”
She nods. Also confused, she stares more intensely, as she analyses your face.
“Yeah. I think I do, I’ve seen you in my dreams… it doesn’t make sense, but it does…”
Thats the same predicament I’m having today…
“Quite the same if I say so myself, 90% of my customers were people I’m familiar with in my dreams…”
You gesture over to the five.
Anzu nods as she looks over, her eyes widening as she looks back at you.
“They’re my friends, and they texted me a few minutes ago that they thought they recognised you…” she continues, “Quite odd, right?”
“Odd but nice to know I’m not the only one.” You chuckle.
The street lights seem to flicker in glee when you two approach the five.
Conversing, you feel as if you stand in a moment of epiphany that you weren’t the only one.
