I used to write on Wattpad where i wrote fanfiction about the k-pop boyband seventeen (yes I'm a carat) and i specifically wrote about the ship jihan. (The Wattpad account is still up with the same name and so are my stories so if you're interested you can go check that out but I'll not be writing there anymore).
Animes I've watched and will write for:-
Bungo stray dogs
Mob psycho 100
Banana fish
Buddy daddies
Demon slayer
Black butler
Doukyusei
Jujutsu kaisen
My favourite characters in order:-
Chuuya Nakahara and Kunikida Doppo
Reigen Arataka
Shorter
Most of em
Inosuke, muichiro and shinobu
Grell Sutcliff
Both of the main guys
Geto Suguru
Just cuz I have favourite characters doesn't mean I won't write for others, but if it's a character that i really hate like Douma or mori you best believe I'm beating their ass in my stories hehe
Rules:-
Sfw/nsfw is allowed.
I'll only take requests for fictional characters not irl people. But if it's a movie character or series character played by irl people I'll write for that.
I'll write for x fem!reader, x gn!user, and x afab!reader
Kinks/things I will NOT write for:
Spitting
Piss
Non-con
Blood/knife play
Yandere
Unprotected sex unless if it's important to the story
Cum play
Incest
Let's be friends!!
Wanna be mutuals? Sure!
Have a request? Hit me up!
I will not take bullshit and unnecessary rudeness.
Acts indifferent because he doesn't know how to react.
Pretends like he doesn't care but can't help be curious.
Ends up asking too many questions.
Notices your discomfort and stops immediately.
Changes the topic but makes sure you don't feel invisible.
Supports you in little ways.
If anyone dares to make fun of you for it, rashomon is already around their neck.
"I thought you didn't care?" "I don't. My ability just so happened to activate"
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"What is it?" He coughed, hand covering his mouth as he looked at you like he wanted to be anywhere else than here right now.
You fidgeted with your hands behind your back. You were never the one to get nervous around him, but this mattered a lot more than you thought.
"I...um..."
He raised an eyebrow. To anyone else he might look annoyed. But you could see his expression soften a little, urging you to continue.
"I..." You gulped, "I think I like girls."
There. You finally said it. Your chest felt light but eyes stayed on the ground as you waited for his reaction which took way too long for your comfort.
All he did was cough. Which made you even more nervous.
"Oh?" he finally spoke. "Is that all?"
You looked up at him, a little shocked because you expected a bigger reaction. But this was Akutagawa after all.
"Now, what shall I do with this information?"
"You don't care?"
"Love, in general, is a curse from the world of light. It exists to tarnish lives and feed the infinite greed that-"
"Jeez, I get it!"
He hid a smirk behind his cough and you rolled your eyes.
Has a little mental breakdown because he thinks he's being so disrespectful.
Ends up making you laugh.
Also asks too many questions, but isn't subtle about it.
He wants to understand it to the best of his abilities and make sure you're not uncomfortable.
Thanks you for trusting him with this.
And from then on you'd always see a rainbow bracelet on his wrist.
Makes a very exaggerated disgusted face when hearing someone talk bad about your community, like an eight-year-old walking past a guy smoking.
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"Is everything okay?"
You don't even know when he got two ice cream cones, but he was already handing your favourite one to you.
"Yeah." You nodded, letting out a small sigh as you took it.
You were rarely the one to step out of the office for a break. So when you asked him if he wanted to go get some fresh air, he was already up on his feet before you could even blink.
He knew something was bothering you. So he just sat there quietly, letting you sort out your thoughts as he patiently waited.
"Just..." You shook your head. You didn't think this would bother you this much, but it was. You needed to let it out.
"I need to tell you something, okay?"
He noticed the vulnerability in your gaze, and his expression immediately softened.
"You can tell me anything." He placed a gentle hand on top of yours.
You softly smiled back at him, relaxing under his touch.
"I know." You said, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders because somehow he always made it so easy to pour out your feelings.
"I need to tell you that..."
You paused, taking a small breath in before speaking softly. "I'm pansexual"
"Oh..."
You raised an eyebrow, worry creeping back in as you leaned back. "Oh?"
His eyes widened when he realised just how bad his reaction looked like.
"No! No, not like that!"
He waved his hands in panic.
"I-I mean like- Oh! That's great!"
You looked at him, eyebrows squinting which only increased his panic as he quickly added.
"For you!"
"Excuse me?"
He wishes he could just bury himself in the ground right now. This is not how he wanted this to go.
"I mean-" he's pulling at his hair, rambling on but none of it makes sense.
"That's great that you were able to figure it out and accept yourself and I accept you too and I'm sure the others will as well andI'm so proud of you and-"
He paused when he heard you laugh, letting out an awkward chuckle himself as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Relax, I'm just messing with you."
He doesn't realise it but he's letting out the deepest sigh known to man, tension in his shoulders dropping.
"Thank goodness..."
He looks back at you to find you smiling, a soft smile forming on his face as well.
"Thank you for listening." You said softly, his hand forming a gentle hold around yours.
"No. Thank you for telling me."
Your smile widened, and for the first time this week, all the stress that you'd been carrying faded away.
"But just so we're clear, that doesn't mean you're attracted to pots and pans, right?"
Will literally hold your hand through it if you're having trouble.
A lot of affirmations, a lot.
"I know." "I understand." "Take your time." "I'm here."
Very respectful.
He's like a proud dad (can't relate).
Seems like the type to not care, but he's listening to you like you're the only person who exists, nodding along to each word.
Already knows what you're about to say, but will gentle parent you through it (CANT RELATE UGH-).
The younger gangster comes out in him whenever he hears someone talk shit about you.
The Black Lizard convinced him to do a grand gesture, he instantly regretted it.
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The two of you were standing by the river bank, cold wind blowing through your hair as you stared at the ground like it held all the answers.
In front of you, Chuuya stood quietly, a hand gently rubbing your shoulder as he let you squeeze his other hand for comfort.
"Do you need some water?"
You shook your head. Prior to coming here, you felt so confident. But now that he was actually here, your world tumbled down like an avalanche.
"Don't judge me, okay?" You manage to mumble out.
"I would never."
You knew he wouldn't, but it still felt so difficult.
"Breathe."
That's when you realised you weren't even breathing. You took in a shaky breath, grip on his hand losening as you finally looked up at him. He held that soft, encouraging smile, and you felt your confidence coming back again.
"I think..." You spoke, voice quiet like you were afraid someone might hear.
He nodded along for you to continue, eyes softening.
You let out a small sigh, nodding with him as you finally found your voice. "No. I know I'm trans."
His smile widened, hand coming up to cup your cheek and tilt your head up to meet his eyes.
"There you go." He spoke softly, thumb caressing your trembling bottom lip. "See? You did it. It feels good, right?"
You nodded, a small shaky smile finally cracking on your face. "Yeah..."
He leaned closer, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "'m so proud of you."
You leaned into him, breathing coming to normal as he gently ran his fingers through your hair.
"Need anything else?"
You shook your head. "No." You spoke against his chest. "Just...don't tell the others yet. And no grand gestures, okay?"
His eyes widened, a hand quickly reaching behind his back to wave off into the bushes. But he was too late.
Boom! A firework went off. You looked at it, eyebrows frowning in suspicion as the words "Congratulations on coming out!" Popped up in the air.
He let out an awkward chuckle, a hand still waving behind him, begging to stop whatever was next.
"Must've been for someone else..." He mumbled when you gave him an accusatory glare. But before you could say anything...
Boom! "Y/N, we accept you!"
Chuuya mentally face palmed. He was never going to take suggestions from those three ever again.
Instantly locks in when he sees that you're serious.
Unapologetically knows a lot about this.
Makes you realise new things about yourself.
Makes fun of himself so you wouldn't be embarrassed.
Secretly very happy you told him.
"Your secret's safe with me!"
Will definitely play cupid.
"Ooo, he's hot!" "What about her?"
Annoyingly supportive.
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The two of you never worked. But it was only fun when the day was stressful and Kunikida looked like he was getting grey hairs. Not when the day was already slow and non-productive.
Both of you were slumped over on your desk, hogging all the cool air of the fan as both of you whined and groaned from the scorching heat of the weather.
"Ah, is this what being burned alive feels like?" Dazai whined. "I'm so boooooooored."
You turned your head to look at him. His eyes were closed, mouth open and beeds of sweat formed on his forehead. You stared at him, contemplating for a moment before you spoke.
"Would it entertain you if I told you a secret?"
His eyes immediately opened, shining with interest as he looked at you with that signature smirk.
"Depends on the secret."
You blinked at him. Maybe it was the heat, but you didn't know what came over you as you blurted out. "I'm bi."
His smirk dropped as he blinked back at you before chuckling. "You have your options open, huh?"
But when you stared back at him with that deadpan expression, his eyes slightly widened in realisation.
"Ah, you're being serious?"
You nodded, and he nodded back.
"I see."
And from that day forward, you regretted telling him. Because holy fuck was he annoying.
You'd open your apartment door to find bi flags stuck to it. He'd doodles on your notebook with very specific colours. And worst of all...
"So, what's your type in guys?"
You rolled your eyes. "Not you."
"I know, sweetie." He smirked. "But you only seem to ogle over women."
"Worried I'll steal your ladies?" You smirked back, and he laughed.
"Cute." He teased, leaning closer and purposely invading your personal space. "Can't a guy be curious?"
You shrugged. "I don't know. Guys just suck."
He raised a brow. "So you don't like men?"
"I lean towards women more."
The silence between you two stretched before your eyes widened as you sat up.
Doesn't understand why it's such a big deal because the world will keep spinning.
Random lore drops.
Believes there are bigger problems in the world than who you like.
Weirdly comforting.
You expected him to be very conservative, he just dgaf.
Bro's just tired give him a break :(
Will act like he doesn't care but correct anyone if they're wrong.
Instantly dislikes anyone who talks bad about you.
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"AHHHHHH"
He watched you from across the room, stirring the sugar on his tea like the grandpa you claimed he was.
"What's the matter now?"
"My mom found out I'm queer!"
"And?"
"And?!"
"It's not that big of a deal."
You looked at him speechless, because it was a big deal to you. "She's going to beat my ass!"
"Then just take it."
"Wha-" you almost choked. Was he being serious right now?
"You're going to give up who you love because of a little pain?" He looked at you, an eyebrow raised critically. "That's pathetic."
You looked at his straightforward expression, voice dying in your throat when you realised he was right. He has seen too many things, has an experience of a fossil, of course he'd be right.
"But..."
"Listen," he sighed. "Many generations have existed, and within them, people like you. Nobody cares."
His words were harsh, but the cold truth was kinda comforting.
"I don't understand your..." He gestured at you with his hands. "Whatever you are. But you should be grateful. If this were the old times you'd be executed. And even if you weren't, the world will keep spinning. People are dying. Who you love should be the least of anyone's concern."
You blinked at him like a lost lamb before speaking. "So I shouldn't break up with my girlfriend?"
He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Yeah, he was too old for this.
He might look annoyed but he's really trying his best to process it.
Will take it very seriously.
The teacher comes out in him whenever someone gets something wrong about you.
It will be a little hard for him to adapt to the change.
But then he'll spend the rest of the week correcting himself and taking notes (?)
Yes, he's writing things down so he can remember easily. That's how serious it is for him.
Will have Dazai test him.
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He blinked at you a couple times, mouth hanging open as he tried to form words.
You looked at him with a small seepish smile, hands fidgeting. "Um...if you're not comfortable with it then-"
"No," he quickly intruded, rubbing the sweat off his hands and taking out his notebook. "I appreciate you telling me." He said like he was reading off a script.
This wasn't his strong suit, but he didn't want you to feel bad after you managed to muster up the courage to tell him.
You looked at him confused as he started to write down in his notebook, writing your name and in front of it he wrote "they/them".
"There." He said, taking in a small breath. "I'll make sure to keep it in practice."
He really meant what he said.
For the next couple of days you saw him memorizing like a kid studying for exams, muttering your pronouns over and over under his breath. It was cute how hard he was trying.
During a company meeting, he was explaining a case they'd just received, making sure everyone understood the plan.
"Ranpo-san will help us figure out the identity of the person." He gestured to Ranpo with a hand.
"And while he does that," he then gestured to you. "She will-"
He paused, blinking into oblivion, the gears turning in his head before he cleared his throat.
"My apologise." He pushed his glasses up. "They." He emphasized, looking at you for approval. Only when you nodded did he continue, gently smacking the back of his head.
You smiled, happy that you chose the right person to tell.
Extremely happy because he thinks this is your way of challenging your free will.
Way too happy. Maybe even happier than you.
Will randomly pull out your flag from his sleeve.
"You truly are a free bird! How jealous I am!"
Rambles about how happy this makes him.
Did I mention how happy he is?
Starts singing Born This Way by Lady Gaga.
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He gasped so loud you worried how his throat wasn't dry yet because he was practically howling seeing you in drag.
"I didn't know how else to tell you..."
He was speechless for a moment, eyes roaming over you before he literally jumped.
"My goddess!" He walked around you in a circle, taking everything in. "You look absolutely divine! What a wonderful sight!"
You laughed awkwardly, feeling small under his gaze.
"It looks good?" You asked timidly.
"Good?" He stopped in front of you, grabbing your hands and holding them to his chest. "Can you feel the rapid beat of my heart? It looks so great my eyes hurt! It feels like they are about to pop out of my sockets!"
You laughed again, blushing. "Thanks..."
"Oh," he spun dramatically. "How proud of you I am, my dove! There is nothing more that shows freedom and free will than breaking the norms!"
He grabbed you by the waist and started spinning you around along with him. "My heart feels like it's about to burst! You inspire me so much!"
Hwent on for hours, making you laugh and throwing dramatic fits. You finally felt like yourself, even if there was a nagging feeling in the back of your head.
Worries he might cross a boundry with his questions but can't help his curiosity.
A fire of justice ignites in him when you tell him about the disrespect you get.
He's painting your nails the colour of your flag.
Loves hearing you rant and telling him each detail because it fuels his curiosity.
Will admire you from afar when you're being yourself.
Discovers something new about himself.
It ends up in both of you awkwardly comforting eachother.
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"So you're...omnisexual?"
He had a hand on his chin, eyebrows frowned as he was in deep thought.
He continued when you nodded. "Which means you're attracted to people of all genders?"
You nodded again and he let out a frustrated groan. "I don't get it."
"It's okay." You said softly. "At least you're trying. Some people don't even do that."
"Are they monsters or something?"
"Nope. They are my dad."
He chuckled at how straightforward you were, shaking his head. "Of course."
You laughed as well.
"I just don't get it." He leaned back. "How can people be attracted to anyone?"
You raised a brow. "What do you mean?"
"Like," he sighed. "I feel like friendships are better. Liking someone like..." He paused, physically buffering before he continued. "Like that, just doesn't sit right with me."
"That would make you aroace."
He looked at you, confused. "What?"
"People who fall under the aroace spectrum barely feel romantic or sexual attraction to anyone." You stared calmly. "Do you feel that way?"
He stayed quiet, soaking in your words for a moment before hesitantly nodding. "Yeah..."
You smiled. "Congratulations." You reached a hand out.
He blinked at you, still confused as he shook your hand with an awkward laugh.
Doesn't care, but supportive in her own twisted ways.
Looks calm but she's already planning a congratulations party.
Instantly scratches that idea when she sees how timid you are about it.
"My mom kicked me out because I was ____." "Fuck her." "And my brother made fun of me." "Fuck him too." "And my friends called me slurs" "Fuck all of them."
Is ready to chop someone's arm off if they disrespect you. Or leg.
Blade is already out the moment someone's tone changes for the worse.
Easy to talk to.
Clearing her throat obnoxiously loud to correct someone, then giving them a death stare.
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"You wanted to talk?"
She's in her office, cleaning her supplies when you knocked.
"Yes." You said quietly.
"Are your arms and legs fine?"
She's still not looking up, back facing you as she moves efficiently.
"They are." You fidgeted. "Just...needed to tell you something..."
"How important is it?" She spoke over the loud clinking of metal. "'m kinda busy."
"It's important." You said quickly. "Very important."
She paused, turning around to look at you, eyebrows frowning in slight concern.
"Go on."
You looked at her before looking away, mumbling. "I'm actually non-binary."
She stayed silent for a moment, blinking at you before letting out a soft chuckle. "Anything else?"
You blinked at her, surprised. "You don't care?"
"It doesn't change anything, does it?" She shrugged. "I would care of you were severely injured. But thanks for telling me." She turned back around to clean her supplies.
Silence surrounded you and she stopped once again, slowly looking over her shoulder.
"Unless someone said something." She said, voice deep and plotting, spinning a scalpel between her fingers.
You stepped back, gulping in fear. "Um..."
"Who was it?" She said. "Kunikida? Ranpo?"
"No, no. No one." You mumbled back.
"Are you sure?" She said, suspicious. "You don't have to favor them. They could use a good punch or two."
"I'm sure." You said softly, a small smile forming on your face despite your nervousness.
She hummed, turning back and returning to her work. "But if anyone does, come to me, okay?"
Feels like a good time to tell you guys I'm bisexual!!! Hehe ><
Sorry this took so long 😅
This was my first time making something like this, i really hope you guys enjoyed it.
I apologise if in some parts it was inaccurate (i tried my best). This was difficult but fun to write and if you guys have any suggestions or constructive criticism on ways how i could improve, i would really appreciate that.
Since this is my first time writing hcs, i kinda lost my mind mid way through writing this but I think it turned out good. I'll try harder in the future.
And as mentioned in the above author's note, if i got anything wrong please correct me :D
Happy pride month to everyone!!! Please remember that you are loved, appreciated, seen and welcomed <3
Summary: "What's your favourite ice cream flavour?"
Genre: angst, fluff, high school au
Warnings: swearing, hinting at abuse, he's a little mean, fighting, violence, bully/being bullied (not by him dw), slight panic attack/mention of panic attacks, mention of anxiety, use of y/n (once), reader cries, sorry if I'm forgetting anything.
Word count: 18,571
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You never really talked. You were always the quiet kid, walking alone in the hallway, sitting alone at your desk, always the first one to come, and the last one to leave.
You liked it that way. No talking meant no trouble. Not roaming the halls meant no trouble. Being alone meant no trouble. Being the shadow meant you weren't the burden, but the perfect student, the perfect daughter. Someone who wasn't argumentative, needy, expressive, spoiled or a rebel, was you. You quietly followed orders, obeyed like you didn't have a mind of your own, just to hear that praise.
"She's so well-mannered! You can't find kids like that these days."
And they would laugh, the adults, talking and praising you like you were a trophy, while you sat there quietly, listening to it all.
Hands in your lap, legs pressed tight, because you should "sit like a girl". Lips pressed in a tight smile, hand covering your mouth when you faked a laugh a little too hard, because you should "laugh like a lady".
Teachers praised you for your good grades, how disciplind you were, not knowing that a mark less than what was expected from you would result in violence, chaos at your home. You always wore long sleeve for a reason, even in summer.
"Don't you get tired?"
You snapped out of your thoughts, looking up to see Chuuya standing over your desk, and your expression immediately bittered. You didn't like him, in fact, you despised him. He had everything you didn't.
Freedom.
He could roam around all he want, wear whatever his eyes landed on, talk as loud as he wants. His existence wasn't considered a mistake. He didn't have to prove himself, you did. You had to prove to others that you were useful, worth keeping around, but he could just slip in and out of people's life whenever he wanted. He always go what he wanted, his wants mattered.
And he was doing exactly that, slowly making himself a part of your life. He would make the effort to approach you, walk out of his obnoxiously loud friend group, give you a smile, make small talk before his friends called him back.
You thought it would end there. If you didn't give him attention, if his "too cool for school" friends made enough fun of him for talking to you, he would go away. But he didn't. He stayed, always finding a way to talk to you, make you feel included, conscious in the present moment, despite your lack of popularity and loudness status.
You couldn't escape, go to the thoughts in your head. No, not with him around. Because he talked to you like you were any other person. Like a friend. He didn't make fun of you for being quiet, didn't point out the long sleeves in the burning weather, didn't question why you chased that validation.
Until today. When he stood over your desk, eyebrows raised not in judgement, but confusion. Like the answer was obvious, so obvious that he knew but you didn't.
"What do you mean?" You spoke, voice quiet like always, but he's gotten used to it, ears instantly picking up on any little sound you made.
"Of pretending." He leaned closer, hands in his pocket as he loomed over you, and you instinctively leaned back.
"You're clearly not like this." He continued like he was stating a fact. And maybe he was, but you were too scared to admit it. "Or at least don't want to be like this."
Even if your face didn't show it, you felt your heart thump loudly against your chest, fingers slightly shaking when the panic started to rush in like a wave.
It was a slow buildup. First an eerie feeling in the back of your head, then your breathing started to stutter, cheeks turning pink when his eyes felt like daggers against your skin.
Did he always know? No, he's an idiot. Maybe he's just making an assumption. Whatever it was, you didn't like it. He was too close, eyes boring into yours and going straight into your soul, breaking the walls you'd built up so easily. It was humiliating.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You said dismissively, looking around like you'd dropped something.
He picked up on it instantly, you were uncomfortable. He blinked a couple of times before speaking. "You do."
He sounded so sure, so unbothered that it annoyed you. Because every word he was saying was right. His confidence making you feel small, and you felt that familiar dread of being belittled. Especially coming from him, it was pissing you off.
"Shut up." You glared up at him, unaccustomed anger slowly cracking the calm exterior.
He huffed, lips forming into his usual smirk. "Or what? Gonna give me the silent treatment?"
"You-" you had to stop yourself. You could not be loosing your mind over someone like him. He wanted a reaction, and you would be giving him exactly that if you continued.
You took in a small shaky breath, eyes lowering again because you knew if you saw that knowing smirk you might actually punch him.
"Aww, come on. It was a joke." He bumped your shoulder, shoving you to the end of the seat so he could sit down next to you.
You kept you gaze away, focused on a random spot on the table, and it only amused him more.
"Are you pouting? Let me see." He leaned closer and you turned your face away, making him chuckle.
He threw an arm behind you on the headrest of the seat, leaning back against it like he owned the place. He was always casual with his touches, being so close in your personal space like it was second nature. It was suffocating. But you'd gotten used to it. Only because his cologne smelled good. That was the only reason.
"You know I wasn't being serious." He galnced at you from the corner of his eyes, still quiet and definitely pouting. "Don't tell me you actually like it when the teachers praise you. They always half ass that shit anyway."
And then there was silence for a moment. Not the usual empty kind that you always held around yourself. No, this one was protruding. A nag, poking right at your brain, and it hurt so much.
He noticed instantly when your shoulders tensed up, and he gasped, leaning closer to your side. "Don't tell me you actually like that shit?"
His words hurt. But you expected that much from him. It was a miracle he's been nice to you up until this moment.
You flinched when you felt his voice right against your ear, low and mocking, warm breath caressing the shell of your ear and sending an ill chill down your spine.
"So that's all it takes, huh? You just need someone to call you a good little girl? Is that it?"
His smirk grew when he saw your hands clench into fists in your lap, jaw tightening.
"If I call you a good girl, will you listen to me as well? Is it really that easy to drag you around like a lost pup-"
Slap!
Right across his face. Your hand stung, but it hurts less than the ache in your chest. You couldn't breath, vision blurry as you desperately tried to feel the air fill your lungs, but you could only breath in short pants, the panic rushing to your chest now.
He watched you run off, hand covering the cheek you hit before he smiled. His plan was working. Albeit a little stupid, but an effective plan nonetheless.
You stormed off into the hallway, mind only focused on trying to get as far away as possible from him.
You didn't like how right he was. Everything he said was true. You were just a mindless dog, following orders and lolling your tongue out whenever someone praised you. It was embarassing, so embarassing that you wanted to cry. Why were you so easy, so compliant? Why couldn't you have a spine of your own like other kids? Like him.
Were you actually being true to yourself?
You suddenly bumped into someone, head stinging and you stumbled back. Shit, you weren't looking forward. You looked up to see who it was, and you expression immediately dropped, a sinking feeling in your stomach.
"You bastard-" the girl winced, a half empty water bottle in her hand, the other half of the water on her shirt. "Are you blind or something?"
"O-oh my god, I'm so sorry..." You eyes widened in panic, hands trembling as you stepped closer, trying to assess the situation to the best of your current panicked state. "I wasn't looking..."
"Clearly." She scoffed, flicking her hair back as she tried to brush the water off. Like that would work. She was soaked, which only made you feel worse. You were a nuisance, again.
"Let me help..." You tried to reach out, but she only slapped your hand away.
"You helped enough, jackass." She scowled at you. "You're a mute, stay in your lane. You're lucky I haven't called my boyfriend. He doesn't discriminate towards assholes."
You gulped, eyes burning, voice coming out so pathetic and small it made you feel ashamed. "Why are you being so mean? It was just water..."
"Just water?" She stepped closer, a hand grabbing your collar and she pushed you to the wall. You hissed in pain, you hand moving to hold her wrist. A weak attempt to fight back, which made her dig her nails into the delicate skin of your neck.
"What would your broke ass know about designer clothes, huh? Did your brain die with your voice?"
She leaned closer, her voice a deep, low threat. "You're a pest, act like it."
You should've cried, should've ran away like you always did. But you saw white behind your eyes. Panic turned to frustration building up in a single point. And that point happened to be your first. And your first happened to connect to her face in a brutal punch, running on pure adrenaline and rage.
A crowd formed soon enough, people muffling the sounds of grunts and cries and hits. And before you knew it, you found yourself standing in the principal's office, beaten and bruised, but nothing compared to the girl standing next to you, crying, bleeding from her nose.
The principal, an old lady, looked at you disapprovingly. "I did not expect this from you, y/n."
"She started it." You replied bluntly, too annoyed to care about anything right now. Whether you were being disrespectful or not, it was all out the window. You were furious, at everything, everyone.
"It doesn't matter who started it." The old lady spoke, and you scowled when the girl next to you sniffled obnoxiously loud. "You shouldn't have hit her."
"I'll do it again and again if she continues to be a bitch."
Both of them gasped, and the principal slammed her hand down on the desk.
"Young lady, that is not a way to speak in the school grounds!"
Your eyes narrowed at her. He voice was too high, to squeaky. It gave you a headache. You sighed, hand moving to rub your temple as you scowled at her.
"What are you gonna do? Write me up? Do it. See if I care."
And she did exactly that, writing you a suspension note. You walked out of the school building mid day, bag slung over one shoulder, expression so sour you looked like you were ready to snap again.
Everything you've worked so hard for came crumbling down. Your reputation, your demeanor. It felt so meaningless, you felt meaningless. Immature, useless, worthless, it was all clouding your head like a dark cloud. You felt your vision close in, hands going numb and you desperately tried to grab onto some sort of reality to escape from your mind.
That was until you heard a jingle of keys. Turning your head in the direction of the sound, you saw Chuuya standing there, the keys to his bike hanging from his fingers.
His expression was blank, but his eyes softened upon seeing you so close to a panic attack.
"I leave you unsupervised for five minutes and you get into a fight?" He playfully tsked as he walked closer, shaking his head. It should've been disappointing, but he sounded oddly proud.
"What are you doing here?" You asked, energy drained from you, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe.
He softly smiled at you, finally noticing your eyes after all this time. They weren't the empty, hollow globes people rumoured to be. They were simply tired, and he felt stupid for realising just now.
"I'm here to take you on a ride." He said like it was so obvious, hand reaching out to hold yours as he took you to his bike.
"But I don't-"
"I'm not asking." He said, thumb intentionally brushing over the back of your hand, making you tighten your hold. "I know you need it."
And you couldn't argue with that, because he was right once again. You needed to be far away from the school, your home. You'd be anywhere but here right now. So you went with him quietly, because he somehow always knew what you needed to feel better, even when he didn't know something was wrong.
He helped you up on the bike, and you wrapped your arms around him from behind, face pressed up against the back of his neck.
This scent was different from his usual cologne, but so much better. So soft and warm it felt like a big hug.
He started the bike with a loud rev, and you two were far on the road in minutes. He felt your arms tighten around him when he went too fast, your body tensed up with a particularly sharp curve. So he kept the speed moderate. Not too fast that you were scared, but fast enough the the wind blew in your hair like a gentle caress.
The wind blowing made his scent flow into you, and you greedily breathed it in. It was the only thing keeping you calm right now, an embrace of his sweet scent engulfing you in a bubble. You relaxed behind him and he smiled. He's never seen you this trusting, this vulnerable.
The events of the day played out in your head, eyes closed and eyebrows frowning as each moment savoured it's spot in your mind. You started to feel that ache again, the fear, the inevitable waiting to happen, and suddenly the wind felt suffocating. A million scenarios running in your head about what would happen after the stunt you pulled, and none it was pretty. Quite violent, actually.
Your chest hurt at the thought of this calm ending too soon. Regret settling in because just why did you have to do that. Why couldn't you have taken it like you always did, quietly, with no complains. Was it even worth it when you could already picture the aftermath?
He noticed how you tensed up behind him, and he could already imagine the mush your brain was becoming from the overthinking. It wasn't new to you. Quite frankly, this was your normal. Tensed, senses always heightened, brain running way faster than you could manage. But he needed to intrude. He can't let you eat yourself alive after doing something right. Something that he's been waiting for to happen for so long.
"Do you like ice cream?"
Only the engine sound roared, and Chuuya guessed the silence from you was because you couldn't hear him. So he tried again.
"What your favourite ice cream flavour?"
There was silence again for a couple of seconds before the bike came to a harsh stop when he heard a faint sniffle. It was barely there, but he could hear it. He quickly turned around and saw the most adorable but heartbreaking sight ever.
Your shoulders were hunced, lips formed in a trembling pout as you desperately tried to wipe away the tears because the last thing you wanted was to have meltdown in front of him.
"Hey, what wrong...do you not like ice cream?"
You shook your head mindlessly, his words going straight over your head because all you could think about was the painful consequence, the realisation of your actions hitting you way harder than any punch you threw today.
"I-I just... I feel bad..."
He's expression softened into something between a frown and pity. He let out a small sigh before wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to his chest.
"Don't." He said, voice coming out so soft you barely recognised it. But it really was him, warm and firm against you. He scent clouding your brain once again, making your eyes water more because it felt so nice. So easy to just lean into him.
"You didn't do anything wrong." He spoke, a quiet certainty, a promise as he cupped the back of your head, threading his fingers in you hair, his touch warm and grounding. "Standing up for yourself isn't a mistake."
"You think so?" He winced at the hesitation in your voice, arms tightening around you as he spoke firmly into your hair.
"I believe so."
You felt a new wave of emotions rush through you, like a knot had been broken. He felt his shirt become damp with tears, his hold tightening instinctively. For some reason, his words felt right, like he was holding the truth all along. They were the only thing that mattered, not because they were what you wanted to hear, but because they were what you needed.
He just held you, a firm, warm presence constantly keeping you grounded as you broke down in his arms. But he was holding you up, keeping you together, big arms gathering all the broken parts and putting them back together with a gentle caress.
When you finally started to calm down, he pulled back and couldn't help the fond smile reaching his face. You looked adorable, sad, but so cute. Nose red and cheeks puffed out, lips in that sad pout as you let him wipe your tears, body feeling too tired to move.
"There you go." He said, resisting the urge to pinch your cheek. "Better?"
You nodded, still sniffling, looking down like a child being scolded. But you looked relaxed, or at least that's what Chuuya would say. The tiredness in your eyes was still there, but it wasn't anxiety, it was from the day's events. From the cry, from the physical altercation.
He felt relieved that even if it was for a short moment, he could have you distracted from the thoughts in your head and just lean into his arms. He was quite shocked himself for having a read on you from your eyes, the way you sat, the way your lips curved. He wasn't a guy who'd notice such little things easily, but with you it felt natural. He knew a lot about you, even if there was no verbal confirmation.
"Thank you." You said quietly, a little embarrassed. But when you saw his genuine smile, the one that he always gave you, it felt okay.
"Of course." He said, big toothy grin, so boyish and charming, thumb unconsciously rubbing your cheek. "That's what I'm here for."
Your expression softened into something so unlike you at his words. He was always here. Always by your side, helping you, accepting you. Even now he didn't look at you like you were some awful person, but just a person. A person he could call his friend.
"Now, tell me." He said as he leaned closer, and your cheeks started heating up at his soft voice. "What's your favourite ice cream flavour?"
He watched the gears turned in your head, eyes sparkling at the thought of ice cream. You chuckled and his heart melted at the sound because your laugh sounded so child-like, as it should be. As insignificant as the question was, it mattered. To you it did, and he knew that. Because it was about you, what you wanted.
"Strawberry."
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Authors note:-
Sorry if this is a little shit I'm just so tired TT
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Summary: Chuuya doesn't know what pop rocks are? We can't let that happen now, can we?
Genre: fluff
Warnings: majorly none. Platonic, very mild swearing.
Word count: 5451
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"Are you guys eating..."
Chuuya had to squint his eyes from how bizarre the sight was for him, having trouble processing it.
"Rocks?"
The three of you were sitting by the river bank, evening wind sending a cool chill through your body. The little sheep bracelet that matched Chuuya's own twinkled as your hand paused mid pour.
A small packet of pop rocks hovering above your mouth as you looked at him, blinking a couple times because it caught you off guard before you spoke.
"Did he really just say that?"
Behind you, Dazai, who stuffed the pop rocks in both of his cheeks because it "feels good", hummed, that cocky smile on his face never leaving.
"Chibi can be so naive at times." Dazai said and Chuuya scowled.
"Shut up." Chuuya said, but you could see with the way he was rubbing his arm that he was a little insecure about missing out on the fun about those weirdly coloured rock like things. "What are those? Tell me."
He was trying to sound like he didn't care much, but the way he was eyeing the packet in your hands spoke otherwise.
"Pop rocks." You said.
"Rocks." He deadpanned.
"That pop in your mouth!" You exclaimed.
Chuuya sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You should stop hanging out with him." He gave Dazai a nasty glare. "He's rubbing off on you."
Dazai smirked, so proud before throwing one of his dramatic fits. A hand placed on his chest and the other hand ran through his hair. The wind blew in the opposite direction and Chuuya wanted to punch the universe because why the fuck would the wind blow in that assholes favour now.
"Oh the horror," Dazai gasped like he was in a soap opera. "Chuuya has never experienced the pleasure in a delicacy such as tiny little tongue bombs.
Chuuya's eyebrows frowned in disgust and so did yours as you both stared at the young prodigy. He gave you two a smirk but quickly laughed it off when you pushed his face away.
"Don't listen to him." You said, taking some more out in your palm and showing Chuuya. "It's just candy."
Chuuya peeks at it and moves back when you bring your hand closer to show him. "Try it."
He's still disgusted by Dazai's description, looking back at you and Dazai to see both of you smiling stupidly, tongues, lips and teeth stained a bright blue.
"Why is it like that?" He points at it, looking so unamused, and it's kinda funny he's so affected by a little ball of artificial sugar.
"It's blueberry."
"Do you have anything else?"
Before he can even blink, you're pulling out a long strip of pop rocks from your pocket. Chuuya watched, partially amazed that you were able to fit all of those in your pocket, and also because you had so many more flavours other than the intimidating blueberry.
"Take your pick." You said proudly, showing it off like a trophy.
Dazai let out an approved hum, examining one like it was so interesting. Meanwhile, Chuuya was freaking out.
"How did you even get this many?" He asked, now way too intimidated, sitting a literal feet away from you.
"He got them." You smiled innocently and nudged your shoulder in Dazai's direction.
Dazai smirked, smug and all too childishly proud. "I don't deprive my friends of such things." Was his cool way of saying he somehow got so many for free.
Chuuya's eyes were slightly wide as he hesitantly reached out and held a packet. He read over the details carefully, looking at each packet while you and Dazai watched him.
It was sacred, really. If either of you moved a muscle or breathed too loud, Chuuya might run away. So you had to keep your excitement in when he picked a packet from your array of choices.
Orange. That was okay. He knew what oranges tasted like, so it should be fine. He opened it and cautiously popped one little bead into his mouth, immediately sticking his tongue out in surprise.
"What the hell-" His words came out balbbered as he looked at you, your shoulder now a personal chin resting place for Dazai who played with the ribbon of packets, wrapping it around your neck like a scarf.
"You're fine." You swatted your hand, eating the rest of the blueberry flavour. "That's just what it does."
He looked at you before looking back at the packet in his hand. He didn't necessarily hate it. It didn't hurt like the "tongue bombs" Dazai mentioned. It tingled, a subtle feeling complimenting quite well with the sweet, tangy flavour of the orange. He ate the rest of it, lips puckering slightly when the sour flavour hit his tongue along with the tingle. It felt nice.
"See? It's good, right?" You said, voice softer than before at seeing his curious expression.
He looked at you and saw right past your shoulder to Dazai's stupid blue grin. He didn't like the attention, it made him feel nervous, like a kid. Even though he was, he was the strongest in the sheep. He was supposed to take care of people, not the other way around.
"It's fine," He shrugged. "I guess."
You laughed before Dazai spoke up from behind you, chin still resting on your shoulder.
"Your mouth is orange, Chibi."
Chuuya scowled immediately, a default setting for Dazai.
"It's not."
"It is."
"It's not."
"It is."
"It's not."
"It's not."
"It is."
"..."
"SHITTY DAZAI-"
They ran around, chasing each other as Dazai let out all the teases he was holding in, for your sake of course. For Chuuya's precious friend that he didn't expect to get along so well with.
You laughed as you watched them, enjoying the free entertainment you got while the candy popped in your mouth, the sweetness making you happier than usual.
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Authors note:-
Really not doing well these days but we push through 🦾
It's a little short ik but I'm working on another one rn which will be longer.
Hope y'all are doing great tho!!! Take care of yourself guys <3
I just discovered ur acc and im just here to say that I adored your fic named Upgrade with chuuya n the reader
Everything was so well written and, I was so absorbed while reading it that I completely forgot it was just a story and not my real life and it made me sad
Im kinda bad at expressing myself so I’ll just repeat I loved it a lot
hope you’ll write such incredible fics about chuuya in the future
Hii!! I'm doing fine, thank you for asking. Hope you're doing good as well.
I really appreciate your support and I'm so glad you liked it. It makes me so happy XD
I'm currently working on a new fic but it's gonna take me some time to put it out since I'm a little busy these days, but i won't stop writing anytime soon ><
obviously she still hasn’t don’t it yet since she has like 30 requests before that one
and yes it looks like stealing and she has talked about it how she doesn’t want people to send it to multiple writers because it looks like she or other are stealing ideas
I'll keep this into consideration and moving forward I will not write the ideas that I've already requested to other people. And once again I do admit it is my fault because it is very obvious i should not have been writing an idea that i already requested to someone else. I didn't see it on her pending list and was growing a bit impatient so i decided to write it on my own.
It was an immature, impulsive decision and fault on my part and i apologise for that. I'll make better decisions moving forward and will make sure not to make a mistake like this ever again. Because I don't want to steal. I have no intention of stealing, nor do I like it and i would be just as upset if someone stole ideas from me or from my favourite creator so i completely understand you. I hold a lot of respect for the writers here, and just writers in general and aspire to be like them. So I'm sorry for the misunderstanding.
Hope this explains it and we're on better terms :)
