cw. lohen x reader. gn reader. intentional lowercase. fluff? (wow...) lohen is injured and he is noot happy about that, just like you, his lover. might be ooc even tho i did his story quest the second it came out LOL. cheesy af but god forbid we dream. yeah its probably self indulgent you caught me. not proofread, i havent done this in a while, its been two years... ~600 wordcount.
for the vice captain of the 5th company whos obsessed with power — the way lohen's fingers nervously tap against the bedside table's surface isn't exactly screaming powerful.
he was currently sitting on the edge of your bed— slouching and his head held low, basically everything but being full of power — with you crouched in front of him, finally finishing with patching him up.
and even as he no longer feels your hands on him, he still doesnt budge — still spacing out...
honestly, he's been silent the entire time — to the point you didn't even pester him about getting hurt.
"lohen."
"hm?"
"hello?"
"mhm."
"i can't believe you're pretending to be listening! to me, of all people! don't tell me im starting to sound like varka when he nags you—" you gasp, theatrically — you're only joking around to see if he'll respond, like always.
lohen lets out a chuckle at that. "no— no, im listening. i swear." but then he goes silent again. and this time the rhythmic tapping of his fingers also stops. now he's just staring as you stand up and sit beside him.
"alright, what's wrong?" you ask, poking his cheek.
"its nothing."
"oh you know it's not nothing. usually when you come over, you're boasting about how you've taught your fellow knights some nice lessons! or about how many monsters you've killed in under a minute during patrol," your hand moves — as it's now ontop of his, squeezing gently. "lohen, you're really trying to hide? from me?"
"am i really that obnoxious?" (he sighed once you nodded) "it's dumb. i just... you know, i hate ending up like this— having to be patched up and everything. i mean, the pain is fine but the fact i got hurt from a bunch of lowsy monsters says alot, you know..."
you didn't respond for a moment, but only because you understood. sure, you hate when he was hurt — but he hates it too. not in the same way as you, oh, no, he probably loves the pain. but while the ache is nothing, its the fact he even got to the point of feeling it is the problem. getting hurt just means you could get hurt worse. he fully believes strength is everything. after all, being strong gives you the privilege of not having to ever fear of being used or controlled...
"oh lohen..." you smiled softly, "im just glad you're okay, im glad you aren't badly hurt, im glad i got to patch you up—"
"oh, i know. you're always glad to see me." lohen smirks slightly.
and you just slap his shoulder weakly (or is your 'strong' just nothing to him?) "now you're just ruining the moment," you huffed playfully.
but he just tackles you onto the bed — not too rough, of course. "lohen!" you scold slightly, "your wounds are still healing!"
"yeah, yeah..." he mutters, now lying beside you— his head titling slightly to press against your shoulder, not long before he looks up at you, as if waiting for something...
"yes, yes... you are, and forever will be, the best and the strongest," you mused.
"mhm, mhm" he agrees smuggly, though it almost sounds like a purr to you
"forever my lohen?"
"yours," he mumbles — in that soft voice that doesnt sound like him — he's a little bashful even as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer "though ill have to get stronger twice as much if im gonna protect you too," he jokes (but hes serious) — only for him to suddenly, "oh shit— that stings," when you get to close to his wound.
cw. itoshi rin x reader. fluff. angsty if you squint. no gender or pronouns for reader are mentioned. intentional lowercase. the itoshi brothers are unfortunately not in good terms here either. not proofread, we ball. 530 wordcount.
february, the month of love, was it? though it doesn't feel like it for the rin itoshi. love is hard, love is complicated, and he has that drilled into his brain, ever since his last interaction with his brother. family, friends, whoever, whatever, you can't make them stay, they never stay. how could he love, how could he trust, when the very person rin once looked up to barely spares him a glance? and if even they did, it'd be a glare— one look of disgust.
the window is currently open, allowing the cold air to caress rin's face gently, and he sighs contentedly. he should continue his repetitive routine to start his day— stretching, yoga, exercising... letting his heart weeps with rage. from an outsider's perspective, it'd be obvious his morning schedule was boring, he is quite aloof. the man literally lives and breathes soccer, dedicating his every waking moment to be better. people or things that won't help him improve are nothing.
he exhales deeply once more, calming himself, till a knock on the door kicks him out of his thoughts. he mutters under his breath, great. it's early in the morning. someone just had to ruin— he pauses when he opens the door. something seems to change, there's a much fresher air— it's warm, nothing like the one outside. it's you.
"good morning, rin!" you smile, so tenderly, it makes his heartache even more— in a pleasant way.
"well, my morning isn't good, since you're banging on my door, it's—"
"lukewarm? mediocre?" you cut him off, joking.
how can you be so bright so early? the sun is barely up— he mentally scowls, yet he has to stop himself from smiling at your behavior.
it's not long before you squeeze yourself into his apartment without even asking. not that he minds though, he never does when it comes to you. "you know you can't stay for long. i have to go out before it gets late." he mutters, sitting beside you— as you make yourself comfortable on the couch.
"i'll make you stay here, with me—" "no."
"i'll come with you outside!" "no."
"why not?" "just no."
you sigh, chuckling slightly at the bickering— you know you'd never be able to insist him to do anything you plead. though your laughter gets drowned by a sudden gasp you emit, as rin pushes you onto your back, now having you resting on the arm of the couch. as he lies his head on your stomach, you can hear how his breathing becomes tranquil.
"so you do want to stay, don't you?"
"shut it," he mumbles, as he now buries his face onto your shirt, he adds something else, it's muffled— but you still manage to catch it. "you make life bearable, really. i don't think i could continue living without you."
his words make you smile, and you pray he doesn't hear how fast he makes your heart beat, gently running your fingers across his hair. and this makes the boy think that maybe this february isn't as indifferent as the ones that have passed, and maybe the intricate ways of love is worth it, just this once, just for you.
cw. yoichi isagi x reader. fluff. gn reader. intentional lowercase. kinda rushed (i just wanted to write something with isagi.) not proofread. one kiss on the cheek. isagi blushes the whole time (kinda) canon btw. happy valentines! 430 wordcount.
isagi yoichi isn't a big fan of valentines. maybe it's because he's a little salty he didn't get any chocolates last year, or it's because he probably just doesn't want to bother himself with events that "aren't related to soccer." (yeah right, he's definitely just bitter about it.)
and which is probably why yoichi flushes at the sight of you bashfully clutching a heart-shaped box when he opens the door to you. your arms extending, gently pushing the box onto his chest, and he notices how you seem to be quite flustered too, and it makes him laugh, the state you two are in. yet he flashes you one of his signature boyish smiles, before gently taking your little present from your hands, the way his fingers slightly brush against yours, makes his breath quietly hitch. his thumb gently tracing the ribbon that's perfectly stuck onto the middle, it's color the same shade as his hair.
he's silent— speechless, you could say. but the fact your nerves are tense make even more worried about it than you should be. and you have the sudden urge to just turn around and make a run for it, but then instead you're pulled into a hug, "thank you," you hear yoichi mumble, and it comes out a bit muffled as he buries his face into your shoulder, and you can tell how shy he has gotten.
"happy valentines, isa—" "yoichi." and you laugh again when he cuts you off, still trying to hide the evident blush on his cheeks. yet you feel how his lips curve into a slight smile, before he hurriedly pulls away, walking out of your view into his house for a bit, coming back with a jar of what seems to be those 3d paper hearts. their colors ranging from pink to red, and he hands it to you as his other hand holds the chocolates you gave him.
"they... have something written inside them too... so..." he mutters, stuttering at some point, trying to avert his gaze from you— and you start internally fighting the urge to cry right then and now because of how sweet he is, but you know better than that, he'd probably feel bad and think it was his fault and even worse he'd start crying himself.
so instead you smile at him, again— i mean, you wouldn't smile at someone like him— "thank you, really." you whisper, and he doesn't stop you from pressing a light kiss onto his cheek, just like the fact he can't stop his face from reddening even more— looking like all the heart decorations that are normally put up on this day.
he can't wait to eat the sweets you made specially for him, but he also can't wait to spend more days with you, or maybe even share what you made with each other! who knows? the only guaranteed thing would be how much yoichi wants to be yours— and you to be his.
───── three is better than one, that means thrice the charm!
cw. mikage reo x reader. fluff. no gender or pronouns for reader are mentioned. intentional lowercase. first meeting? he's a little mean at first but trust, he's a lover boy. reader is portrayed to be clumsy, or a loser, maybe we are all losers compared to the man reo is. not proofread, might have mistakes. 850 wordcount.
reo mikage is a man often spoken of. he's rich, maybe famous, he's friendly, charming, ambitious— hell, if you wanted, you could list his qualities and it'd go on and on. in fact, if perfect was attainable, he would have been the embodiment of it. and he's well aware of it, really. which is probably why his face slightly scrunches in disgust instictively when he sees you falling on your face on the way to the café he was heading to.
uncoordinated and dumb, who the hell would be so... reo sighs internally, quite shocked— the man acts like everyone is flawless, somewhat, like him. yet, being the gentleman he is, he walks up to you, your fallen form.
he's sweet, your first thought, as he lowers into a crouch, infront of you, offering his hand to you— his touch gentle, or it's just you— then effortlessly helping you up. it'd probably go much different if you were aware of his initial reaction, but thankfully you weren't. because the man seems to be dumbfounded once again. shit. you're actually oddly, alluring.
it's stupid, if you think about it. he literally winced at the sight of you tripping a few seconds ago, yet now he's looking at you, someone he just met, like you're some angel that fell, literally, from heaven— just with a bit of rubble on their face.
and you're confused. since you're about to pull your hand away from his to wipe off the small remains of debris on your shirt, yet you feel how he doesn't let go. how your hand is resting on his— you think he's acting like some prince charming, though it's quite endearing. how he doesn't even have a grip on you, and how you could take your hand back if you wanted, but you'd rather not, because it's like he wouldn't dare retreat his hand, as if he'd rather stay like this, hand in hand, with you.
the only thing pulling him, well, the both of you, out of some trance you we're both in, is some white haired guy, probably his acquaintance, you think— as you listen to the guy refer to your "knight in shining armor" as reo.
you stifle a laugh as you watch reo blink a few times, bashfully retreating his hand— as it now nervously scratches the back of his head. and how his friend looks at him in shock, probably because this was a look reo would've never shown. but you don't know that, and even if you did, you'd have the same thoughts you have now. he's cute.
with the same hand, reo makes a fist, covering his mouth with it as he coughs awkwardly, straightening whatever he was wearing— maybe, maybe wanting to make an impression on you. and he feels it works, as you smile— lovely, if he doesn't say so himself— mumbling a "thank you." as if he couldn't get any more confident, he does, as if he just knows you're about to ask for his number, until you turn around, about to go on with your day—leaving him stunned, for the third time today. reo scoffs under his breath.
before he lets out a soft puff, before chasing behind you— well, just a few steps really, you didn't get that far, as if you were intentionally taking your time.
"wait!" he exhales— him cringing at how meek his voice came out. but good for him, the world must be in favor of him at the moment, you heard it. and you turn around, seeing him stand before you— he looks like a mess, well just to you, a mess for you. nah, he's actually quite composed, but hey, it's alright to dream.
"mikage, mikage reo." he mumbles, is he shy? "go out with me?" nevermind, not shy, he sounds like i'd say yes. usually it'd be smarter to say no, afterall, he is a stranger, a very obviously bold and straightforward one. yet it'd be hard to ignore the way your heart thumps at the warm feeling this guy gives you. so you laugh, lightheartedly— in a way that reo knows he's won— letting him take out his phone from his pocket, typing as you recite your number— and you swear, even if you don't see it, you can practically feel his smirk. and also the fact that in the corner of your eye, you notice his friend in the near distance rolling his eyes and smiling, slightly.
"well, i'll wait for your message, mikage." you hum, spinning on your heel, continuing your way— he gets you all giddy, honestly. and it'd be hard for you to stay calm and collected in his presence any longer.
he wishes you would've called him reo. but who knows, right? plus, you do still have yet to realize he's the son of quite a well-known multi billionare, and that he's also quite awfully head over heels for you, smiling to himself— forgetting about the coffee he was supposed to get himself, and the treat his friend deserved after sort off being his wingman, in his own way.
───── eyes, the window to the soul. your love, my heart's goal.
cw. robin x reader. fluff. gender neutral. no prns are used for reader. intentional lowercase. mentions of kissing, ONE KISS. not proofread. rushed, i love her sm!! growls.. 430 wordcount.
being born as a halovian, robin was destined for such fame. with the angel-like features, and her angelic voice, the attention was bound to be on her. everyday, everywhere, her voice is heard. she receives the cheers of fans and the praise of those who pass by all the time.
yet, for some reason, she insists, that whatever it is, it can never compare to you. your smile, or your encouragement— god, your everything, your anything!
well, she insists but, she'll never truly admit.
"why are you looking at me like that?" robin muses. and you hear her soft voice— loud and clear.
"i wasn't looking at you?"
why aren't you looking at me— is what robin wanted to say. but she knows better than to speak such shallow words. so instead she sighs, nervously lowering her head. she wants to spit something out, really, maybe something that'll take and keep your attention, but it's wrong to be jealous the one time she isn't showering in the spotlight!
it's different this time, she wants to tell herself. she has the right to be envious. but, when she looks back up at you, standing beside her, as you stare out to the marvelous view. she can't help but think she'd want to commit a crime, one that would be to try and wipe off the awe in your eyes.
it's just this once! she repeats in her mind, but she can't help but be disappointed in herself, how spoiled she is! but all she can think about is how you're supposed to look at me like that!
what breaks her out of her thoughts is your laugh— internally thanking whoever is up there for such a blessing.
"you're pouting," you whisper, lips tugging slightly into a smile, and robin's eyes widen a bit.
"i'm no—" her words cut off by the feeling of your soft lips pressed to hers, she wishes you would've have done that sooner. please, please stay like this. she wishes time would just freeze and the loving embrace of your kiss be felt forever—
till you quickly pull away, much to her dismay. and you notice how she turns away, facing the scenery— her hands clumsily holding onto the railing, squeezing them for some sort of confirmation. you let out a chuckle, before moving one hand to cup her cheek, gently turning her to face you once more, your other hand holding onto one of hers, pressing a tender kiss onto her fingers,
"the view is beautiful, really. but you know nothing compares to you." and robin feels she'd melt right then and there.
cw. kaedehara kazuha x reader. gn reader. intentional lowercase. mornings w kazuha the loml (tho i hate waking up early.) not proofread. 190 wordcount.
early mornings with kazuha always feel nothing but like a rush of love. he never does fail to show utter devotion to the one he adores, you.
perhaps its the way he handles you with such tenderness— you're barely able to process what's happening, still half asleep, but if there's one thing you're aware of, it's the delicate, lingering, touch that you feel on your forehead, a hand that seems to be brushing off a few hair strands that cover the face he'd rather die than never see again.
or maybe it's when you've finally gotten enough energy to sit up, and see the love of your life (he likes to say,) sitting on your side of the bed, near your legs. as kazuha, lovingly, takes your hand into his, the feeling of chapped lips— a sign he's just woken up himself— softly pressing onto your fingers, as he mumbles something along the lines of "truly, you're a beauty. even when you're sprawled out on the sheets like our laundry."
and kazuha lets out a chuckle, because, truly, he knows that you'll soon have enough energy to hit him for that statement.
