Notice Me, Senpai! Imagines and More!

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Hi! I'm not going through the best time right now, so could you write a small drabble ficlet about Kyouya-sensei comforting a female reader for feeling like a failure? It'd mean the world to me! Thank you for everything ❤❤🌹

Of course I can. And, although I don’t know what you’re going through, I hope that things will get better for you soon. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy.

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The bell had already chimed and echoed through the halls, having told the students of the academy to go home long ago. With several staying back to attend their club activities. Around this time, faculty members would either be grading papers, planning the next days lessons, or walking around the campus. Their job was to shoo off any loitering students, back to their dorms or where ever they needed to be next.

Kyouya was one of the people who usually did the last, he was used to dealing with troublesome students anyway. Especially when the most notorious troublemaker was one of the students you had to teach and see on a near-daily basis, with the exception of the times he skipped class.

So far, he only had to deal with a few rebellious first years that he found staying behind in their classrooms. All he had to do was glare at them and they were immediately on their way. 

Besides that one small incident, it seemed as if nobody else was dawdling around. Good, that meant he’d be able to go back home and rest for a while longer. 

But, while travelling up the staircase to the rooftop, he heard a faint voice from behind the door. Upon leaning closer, he noticed the sound of choked sobs. And worry immediately began filling him.

He put his hand on the knob, exhaling deeply, as if to prepare for what could possibly happen. Turning it, and opening the door until he was able to peek his head out. Scanning the roof and trying to look for the one who was hiding outside.

However, as soon as the person outside heard someone else entering, they let out a small gasp of surprise. Scrambling to get up and diving behind someplace to avoid being seen, hoping that whoever it was would see that nobody was there and go away.

“Hello?” Kyouya asked, stepping out and closing the door behind him. “Is someone out here?”

His question was met with a gust of wind as a response. At this point, some would have turned back around, thinking that their assumption of someone being there was wrong. Not him, he swore that there was another person here. And he wouldn’t leave until he found them.

He began walking around, checking behind anything that could possibly be used as a hiding place. After about a minute or so of wandering around and finding nothing, he began to suspect that he really had just imagined the noise he heard.

Until he turned his head up, meeting someone else’s eyes. Who turned back when she saw him look at her. She knew he had seen her and, judging by the sound of footsteps coming closing, he was coming to her too. Knowing this, she covered up her face with her hands. Desperately trying to cover up her features.

The teacher turned the corner, finally spotting the one he had been searching for crouched behind it. She was turned away from him, and he could guess why she was trying to obscure herself. 

“{Y/N}?” He tentatively walked closer to her. 

Her breath hitched, moving her fingers so she could look at him. {E/C} eyes widening in alarm when she recognized him. “K-Kyouya-sensei?!” In a moment of vulnerability, her arms fell from her face out of shock. Which allowed the teacher to catch a glimpse of the dried tear trails left on her cheeks. 

His eyebrows knit into a face of worry. “What are you doing here? I heard a voice, so I went to check it out. I didn’t expect to find you.”

“Yeah, I’m, I’m sorry for bothering you. I should just go now, I didn’t mean to upset you.” She muttered, barely audible. She tried walking past him, but he held out a hand, gesturing for her to stop. Panic began to rise up in her, along with the tears still trying to spill out. Her gaze was stuck to the floor and off to the side, keeping her saddened expression away.

“.. I heard you crying earlier, {Y/N}.” He said, seeing her tense up at his words. “I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable, but would you mind telling me what’s wrong?”

She played with the hem of her uniform’s shirt, biting down on her lip. “Would you even care about it if I told you? It’s not like it’s anything that matters that mu-” She suddenly stopped, choking up on her words when she felt a tear slip out.

“.. {Y/N}, of course it matters. You matter.” He turned to face her, every ounce of strict authority that was usually in his voice was replaced with an soft tenderness. “And I promise you that I’m not leaving until I make sure that you’re okay again.”

The girl froze up, hands shaking as she turned to look up at him, her eyes still filled with tears, which were now cascading down her cheeks, and falling down onto her shirt. But, there was gratefulness in her irises. Hesitantly, she reached out her arms, stopping to look at Kyouya for his approval. 

He nodded, and she wrapped her arms around his torso. Crying into his chest and drenching his suit. He pat her head and her back, muttering words of comfort to her, trying to console her as best as he could.

He’d stay there for as long as she needed, because all that mattered to him right now was her.

[your-nms-preferences]

Oh, my stars. An active Notice Me Senpai blog in this day and age? You are doing some amazing stuff. I read through your works and it rekindled a small flame in me that reminded me of the little requests I have sitting still in the notice-mesenpai blog inbox. Goodness, thank you for what you do! Thank you for being active after all this time!

AAAAAA OML THE NOTICE-MESENPAI BLOG??? HSHSJS THIS IS SUCH AN HONOR, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU STUMBLED ACROSS MY BLOG-

Yeah, I'm still pulling through in this graveyard of a fandom ;; it's hard but I'm trying!

If you plan on posting something, I look forward to seeing it! I'd love to have at least one other active NMS blog here on tumblr.

And no, thank YOU for sending in such a sweet ask!!

If you want to find more of my work, maybe you should check out Notice Me, Senpai amino! I post full on x reader one shots over there instead of the bits of writing I post here. New members are always appreciated!

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May I request headcanons to the senpais & sensei reacting to kohai successfully breaking up a fight?

Of course! But please specify the senpais you want, thank you! I’m going to do all of them, but if you wanted a small ficlet, then I would recommend toning it down to one or two senpais. Also, just so you know, I write the reader and Kouhai-chan as two different people. I’m assuming you wanted a reader insert in this case? I’m sorry if you wanted otherwise! ;;

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If Kyouya, Hajime, Touru, Viktor, Haruka, Katsuo, Makoto, Kei, Touya, Tokiya, Yamato, Souh, Sousuke, or Soujiro were there, they were probably already trying to break off the fight themselves. But, they were prevented from doing so. Maybe there were too many students surrounding it, so they couldn’t get to where they could take action. Maybe the ones in the fight were hurting them when they got too close. 

Then, you stepped in. Taking matters into your own hands. Somehow being able to calm everything down, whether if it was with your fists or not. Managing to separate the perpetrators, and shooing the disappointed crowd away. 

Needless to say, they would be shocked. Doing something like that? By yourself? Of course they’d be proud of you! 

But, you put yourself in danger by doing so. If you sustained any injuries, their worry for you would increase into levels you wouldn’t even think were possible. 

They’d make sure that, next time, they’d be there right alongside you, making sure that you wouldn’t have to go through it alone again. 

As for senpais like Ren, Izumi, Yuu, Shun, Souma, Akira, Itsuki, Suzuki, Takeru, Ai, Kurou, Seiichi, Shun, Reiji, Hideki, Takahiro, Jae, or Hinata, they’d probably run off in order to try to find help from a faculty member. 

When they returned, however, they saw that it was already over. With those who were cheering and spurring on the fighters long gone, with you scolding the two who were in the center of it all. As soon as you spotted him and the teacher he brough along, you hurriedly waved them over. 

Well, you tried to. You were stopped by him rushing over to you, practically tackling you, and frantically bombarding you with dozens of questions. Worry evident everywhere on his face. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? What happened? Did they do anything to you?” Were the things he hurried out, analyzing your face for any possible scrapes, bruises, or scratches that may have been left on you. Breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw that you were all clear. If they had actually hurt you, then let’s say he would be less than pleased.

But, when the troublemakers were done and dealt with, and the fuss was finally over, he’d showering you with praise, perhaps even a bit too much. In his mind, you deserved it! 

It was a shame he missed it though, because he would have jumped in right with you to help stop it. 

Not to throw shade or anything, but Wakatoshi, Ryuu, and Jéan would probably be in the fight themselves. Wakatoshi, of course, was challenged by a poor, unsuspecting someone who believed they would be able to defeat him, and was pushed into it. Ryuu had likely insulted someone with a fuse much too short, and Jéan probably stole a random guy’s girlfriend. 

When you hopped in, he would stop immediately. Whether it was halting his fist right before he was about to punch you, or diving in front of you to prevent you from taking the next hit. As soon as you got yourself involved, he would refuse to participate until you were safe and sound. 

If his opponent were to continue fighting, he would willingly volunteer himself as your human meatshield, just to make sure you came out of this okay. 

When it was all over, with you having fortunately stopped the brawl, and him being covered in countless injuries. You’d both fuss over one another, you worrying about how much he got hit, and him telling you that you shouldn’t have stepped in so suddenly. 

But, with that incident in mind, he’d make sure that he’d clean up his act a bit. In order to make sure something like that never happened again, just for your sake. 

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I'm so happy that this blog is running!! I loved Notice Me Senpai and still do. I wish that the fandom was still active as it was ;-; but thank you for doing all of this!!! 💕✨🌹

OMG you are just the sweetest!! 

Yeah, I wish I started making content for this fandom sooner before,, ya know-

I’m kind of bummed that I’m the one of the only semi-active blogs for this game on tumblr now. But I love writing in general, and I also love NMS, so I’m gonna continue writing for it anyways. ^^

Thank you for sending this in!

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(in case tumblr ate it again) wakatoshikun finding cute little notes and tiny snacks and gifts from reader addressed to him on his desk and shoe locker and everywhere he goes and getting really flustered?

Sorry for taking so long to respond, and thank you for sending this in! I’ve been wanting to write for Wakatoshi for a while now, and I finally have a chance to do it!

The letter flew out of this locker as soon as he had wrenched it open. Twirling through the air, gracefully descending to the ground. After a few seconds of it dancing in front of him, it made a soft landing. Just on top of his shoe, sliding off of it and onto the panelled floors below. 

Wakatoshi, after a few moment’s hesitation, picked up the piece of paper. Looking upon it curiously, focusing on the heart sticker that was used to seal it shut. Was this supposed to be a love letter? Probably not, he doubted anyone would be able to like the most feared student on Ikemen Academy’s campus. Then, if not that, then what the hell was it supposed to be?

He worked his fingernail under the flap, tearing it open. There sat a sticky note that was much too small to fill up the entirety of the space inside. Now he knew it wasn’t a letter which talked about someone’s undying love for him. Even though he knew it wasn’t going to be one, he still had some lingering disappointment inside. 

He gingerly took it out, and began to read it. The handwriting looked rushed, barely even legible, as if the writer had to hurry while making this. But, he still somehow managed to read it, no matter how terrible the font was. 

‘Are you sure you aren’t lost? Because this school is far away from heaven ;)’

He wanted to stop reading then and there. But, for the sake of satisfying his curiousity, he continued reading. 

‘Sorry for that. Anyways, you haven’t met me, but I just think you’re pretty neat! I don’t get why so many people try to beat you up. I hope the rest of your day goes great, and you get a good night’s rest. Tomorrow, there’ll be a special surprise on your desk from me! Hopefully, none of your classmates steal it before you get to it. So make sure to get there fast! 

- From, a special someone’

That was where the letter ended, leaving him to wonder about who this special someone was. Was it one of his classmates, or an underclassman he had never noticed before? But, the words in the letter were just so unbelievably sweet. Unlike the empty threats he received from punks who picked fights with him, reprimands he received for his behaviour, nor the forced kindness when someone, who was so obviously scared of him, talked to him. 

He remembered the ‘surprise’ they had mentioned in the letter, and anticipation bubbled up inside of him. He began to look forward to the next day, and he just couldn’t wait for the hours to pass. But, maybe this was a prank, a trick to bring his hopes up. God, he hoped that wasn’t it.

But, when the morning came, and he was the first to enter the classroom. He saw something, sitting in the center of his desk. Just waiting for him to go and pick it up. So, he bolted over to it as if his life depended on it, and swept it into his hand. Where another sticky note was placed on top of the gift. 

‘Good morning! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I don’t really ever see you grabbing a bite in the morning. I know this isn’t the best thing ever, but it was all I had time for! I’ll grab you something better next time, I promise!

- From, a special someone’

Peeling back the note, he saw that it was just a simple pack of melon bread. And he could feel his heart warm up, and he had the sudden overwhelming urge to protect the sender of the letter with his very life. But, internally, there was a lingering doubt that there would ever be a next time. This was just a one time thing, where someone had pitied him so much that they had to give him something nice before they took it away from him. 

Then it happened again. And again. And again. And again. And again. 

After a while of being showered in gifts, snacks, and sticky notes filled with the sweetest words he had ever read, he realized that this wouldn’t stop. How could someone be this kind? To go out of their way to buy some food at the convenience store for him, taking time out of their day to write such delightful letters, even buying full on gifts for him. Bandages decorated with cartoon characters- they even managed to get ahold of the limited edition Pyo-kun ones- and even mini stuffed animals. 

All of this, and he didn’t even know their name. He’d probably never seen their face, unless they were someone he knew, and they were just that damn good at hiding their identity. Maybe it was someone who never stood out to him in the crowds at school. He was just dying to know who it was, so he could thank them repeatedly for all they did for him. 

That’s why he took things into his own hands, and trespassed into his classroom to pull an all-nighter. Which, believe it or not, wasn’t the worst thing he had done within the three years he had attended the academy. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be scared off when they entered the classroom and saw him looking like a hot mess from a horror movie. 

The hours of the night drifted by, with him struggling to stay awake with every passing second. It was like there was lead inside his skull and it was pulling him down, tempting him to just flop on the floor, and fall asleep. But, if he did that, then the point of coming here in the first place would be defeated. 

Just when he was on the verge of slipping into unconciousness, yawn after yawn escaping his mouth, he heard the door to the class slide open. He turned his head to the side, scrambling up from the floor, and trying to face the intruder properly. With a sheet of drowsiness slipping over his mind, he was barely able to hold himself up. But he managed, his eyes focusing on the person frozen in front of him.

And he saw you, gazing at him in shock with your mouth agape. In your hands was a full bento box, the meal you had planned for him on that day. While you stared at him with an expression of utmost shock. 

Sleepily, he began to speak. “So, uhm.. You’re the one that’s behind all this.” His words were quiet, just barely above a whisper, and they were slowed. What else would you expect from someone who was running on just a few hours of sleep? After a moment’s silence on your end, he hoped that he wasn’t scaring you. Was he glaring at you, something about the way he looked? He really didn’t want to make the person who had been spoiling him run away. 

You shifted your position, straightening yourself out. “Yep, that’s me!” You affirmed with a bright smile and a nod. “Sorry for hiding from you for so long, I kind of chickened out. I wanted to meet you, I really did! But I just couldn’t find enough courage to..” 

You trailed off, looking to the side to avoid his gaze. He would have considered himself blessed if he got to meet you sooner, but thank heavens he got to do it now. Boy, you were even cuter than how you made yourself seem in the notes. 

“A-Anyways! You’re here now, and I’m here too! So I guess I should give you the proper greeting you’ve been waiting for all this time.” You laughed awkwardly, scratching your cheek. Before holding out you hand for him to shake. “Hi! My name is {Y/N} {L/N}! The stranger, well not so much of a stranger anymore, who was sending you all these things all this time! Nice to finally meet you, Wakatoshi-senpai!” 

A blush ran across his face, and he prayed that you wouldn’t be able to see it in the dark. He took your hand, a shaky smile creeping up onto his face. He held onto it a bit longer than expected, but let go once he saw how long he had been holding your hand for. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. How did you talk to the person who had been pampering you with presents for months now? It was a hard question to answer. 

“Ah- Um!” He spluttered out, trying to start some kind of conversation. “W-Well, ya give me no choice. How can I repay you? Can I buy you something, t-take you out somewhere? Or should I pull the same shtick as you and give you notes n’gifts in return? I r-really don’t know what to say, nobody’s really done this kind of thing for me before so..” 

You hummed in reply, shaking your head at his suggestions. “Silly, you don’t have to give me anything in return! I just felt like it! And, you deserve a break from all the fights you get into. Unlike the punches people throw at you, it doesn’t hurt to receive something nice, and it doesn’t hurt me to give them to you!”

He choked on nothing, just too flustered by your words. He swore that this was all a dream, he probably just fell asleep, and you were just someone his mind thought up of. Just to make sure, he pinched his wrist. Biting his lip when he actually felt pain from it. That confirmed this was reality. It just felt like a dream. 

“N-No, there’s gotta be somethin’ I can do for ya! I can’t just walk away from this and ignore all you’ve done!” He protested. 

You blinked at his offer, tapping your index finger to your chin. “Why don’t we share this bento box I made! I mean, there’s only one pair of chopsticks, but..” You twirled the wooden utensils in your hand. 

“That’s it? I don’t mind doin’t that.” He said, sitting down in one of the desks backwards, his chest leaning against the back of the chair. “Come on, let’s eat before class starts. Sensei will lose his mind if he sees us.”

With that, you practically skipped over to the desk, sitting directly across from him. Opening the box and feeding him the first bite, beaming all the while Wakatoshi tried to avert his gaze. Attempting to hide his obvious blush from you. 

Kyouya sensei wasn’t all too mad when he caught you two in his classroom, fast asleep, and together in your own little world.

[your-nms-preferences]

Hmmm could I get one with Kei and gender neutral reader?? Possibly back in time ??

Of course, my lovely anon! This takes place around the fifteenth century, when ninjas began to emerge. The reader in this is a noble, while Kei is just a skilled ninja on an ever-so-slightly deadly mission. I hope you enjoy reading!

also i don’t know if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic because i only registered the ‘and’ after i was done writing so im sorry. also mild angst warning

Being in your presence made him feel incredibly inferior compared to your being, which was practically being held up on a throne. Much too high above for him to be able to reach. Even if he tried to, he wouldn’t even be able to go high enough to see your body looming above him. He could only dream of being in a position such as yours, being born into a family with seemingly no end to their wealth. Admittedly, he was jealous. Of how you were automatically showered in fortune and the lower class had to work for the rest of their lives just to get by.

Of course, he already knew he was practically worth nothing compared to you, a child of the esteemed {L/N} family. Your kin was known across the country, so much so that nearly everyone has heard your surname at least once. Your father traded goods for a living, and he had managed to establish an empire in doing so. 

He never thought he would be able to see you in his life. But when he was ordered by his lord to infiltrate your family’s complex to gather information, he was absolutely shocked. Yes, he knew he was experienced with these types of things, but he was far from the best. He was told that he was only needed to gather some dirt on your family, then he would report back. Leaving an assassin to do the dirty work for him. 

But finding his way into your home was painfully easy, he expected better security. Yet, as soon as one of your servants saw him injured, bleeding out on the ground, they couldn’t help but bring him in. Begging you let them help him, let him stay until he got better. If it was one of your parents, they would have tossed him out back onto the streets. Strangely enough, you accepted. 

In your eyes, he was only an unfortunate farmer who had somehow stumbled his way onto your property. It was a peculiar reason since there were no farms that you knew of around here, but the trails in the forest were usually used as trails to the nearest city. He was most likely attacked. With this reason in your head, you showered him in the finest of care. 

From educated doctors you would bring in to treat him, to medicines that costed a poor man’s entire income. It was unbelievable, how a noble, of all people, could be this kind. At times, he had convinced himself that it was all just a dream. A delusional, hazy dream that he was bound to wake up from. But when you came in, out of your own behalf, just to talk to him, and be so kind, he was snapped back into reality. 

This was real, your benignity was real, and he was lucky enough to be able to experience it. 

When he was able to walk, you began to escort him around the complex. Despite other’s protests, you continued to take him out and talk to him anyways. Although, he would usually remain silent or give vague answers in return, you still bothered to talk to him. Although you were usually the one doing most of the speaking, he didn’t mind listening at all. In fact, he felt as if he could listen to nothing but your voice for the rest of his life and never get tired of it. 

That should have been the first warning sign for him. 

When your visits became the highlight of his day, that should’ve became the second. When you were able to make him crack a smile- no matter how small- that should’ve been the third. Then came the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, endlessly until he realized something. 

He had fallen so hard for you that it made him weak. It made him vulnerable. 

For once in his life, he had failed his mission. 

Yet, he didn’t regret it. He knew that if he went back and left you, you’d disappear without a trace. His lord only hired the best of the best, of course. Just thinking of what could happen without him made him sick to his stomach. You did nothing, yet you were still being punished? For what? It didn’t make sense to him, you didn’t deserve it.

It was either his desires or his duties. His affections or his allegiance. His love or his lord. 

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I am back again 😂 this time with Itsuki x reader! If it is not too much asking, could you make Itsuki scaring the hell out of the reader and then taking them to a date to apologise? Itsuki is such a cutie pie he would do anything to apologise, pure babe ♡

Itsuki is a babe and I love him so much. I have to be the one to thank you for reqesting him

- He just wanted to play a small joke, a harmless little prank! That was it, he swore!

- But when you deadass fainted when he jumpscared you, he couldn’t help but have a mild heart attack™

- You didn’t even give any signs of collapsing. You just froze and fell like a plank on the spot. 

- Of course, he screamed when you flopped face down onto the floor. He didn’t really know what to do? Should he check for a pulse? Begin performing chest compressions? He didn’t know!!

- Luckily, Viktor-sensei came in and saved both you and him. He ended up having to throw both of you over his shoulders. Your unconscious body draped over one and Itsuki’s crying form over the other. Haruka was very confused when he walked in. 

- When you finally came to, you were greeted by Itsuki apologizing to you, finding out that he had even been saying sorry while you were completely knocked out. 

- In the end, in order to stop him, you accepted his apology and promise to make it up to you. 

- At the very least, you expected him to give you a small gift or something to eat. But you were pleasantly surprised when he showed up in front of your dorm room to take you out. 

- He pulled out the whole shebang, every romantic thing he knew in the book. Which were all very pure things you would use to impress your crush. Which was exactly what he was trying to do. 

- You two walked around the town together, taking free samples from shops who offered them, with him deciding to spoil you rotten by buying anything that tempted you in the slightest. Like a box of a hundred dollars worth of European chocolates? You got it. What about that cute toy you glanced at while walking by? He threw money at the cashier as soon as he saw you peeking. 

- The restaurant he took you to was famous across the town for being incredibly high class. Just breathing in the air there made you feel poor. 

- He went all out for this date, and at the end, he even gave you a small cheek kiss. After asking for your permission 87984 times of course. 

- Even when he ran away, you felt like you had to repay him next. 

- What better way to repay him than taking him out on a date as well?

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It is I again! 😂 this time, I am back with a Kei x reader ask! I'd love to read a plot about Kei learning how to bake with the reader! And Kei messing it all up because he is always trying to do it ninja-like... 😂

I gotchu! Kei needs more love in this dead fandom, and this zombie of an author is here to deliver it. 

- Out of all the things you expected from cooking with Kei, ingredients splattered all over the kitchen was definitely a possibility. 

- But, oh god, you didn’t expect it all to be this bad. 

- There were eggs on the walls and the eggshells were crushed on the floor. Dough was sticking to the counter and, no matter how hard you tried, you could just not pull it off. Flour coated every surface, and you knew it would be an absolute pain to clean up later. How did baking soda even get on the ceiling?

- The cookies you made together were basically hockey pucks, you swore that you could have chipped your tooth after trying to bite down on one of them. The cupcakes were crying, and the cake was suffering in the pan. 

- Last but not least, there was a guilt-ridden Kei standing in the middle of all of it. Basking in the absolute mess he had made. 

- Well, more like looking on in terror at the destruction, but you get the point. 

- You shook your head, rolling your dirtied sleeves up. Encouraging him to try again, even if your kitchen was begging you to stop already. 

- He gave a hesitant smile in return, and you felt your heart rejoice. 

- Even if you were going to cry while trying to clean this all up later, at least you got to see him smile. And it was the most precious thing in the world. You would protect that smile, you would fight for that smile, you would go to war for that smile. In fact, that smile would probably cause world peace. 

- In the end, the desserts you did end up managing to salvage didn’t taste half that bad. 

- You knew you were going to cry while cleaning this all up later, but who cares? At least you got to spend time with him. 

- In the end, you learned a valuable lesson. Never let Kei anywhere near a heat source, or inside a kitchen for that mater. He should probably stick to fighting enemies and throwing money at people from a bush. 

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Hey! ♡ I hope you're doing well, dearie? ^^ well, I have an ask to... Ask xD could you write something with Touya and my OC Samy? I'll post her description on my tumblr but I can send it by pm as well ;) the plot: both arguing and making up with a walk in a snowy park. Is that okay? :3 love you!

But of course! Sorry if this isn’t really up to your standards, I know it’s a bit rushed. I just feel like all the inspiration been sucked out of me all at once. Still, I hope you enjoy! I had fun writing this ^^

Samy had messed up, badly. Out of the countless thoughts swarming around inside her head, that was the only one she was able to hear clearly. It only became louder every time it repeated, becoming a deafening echo that she was unable to push down or drown out. With the guilt and worry that gnawed at her heart, it only made her headache much worse- and it didn’t show a single sign of getting better anytime soon. 

The event that had unfolded just a few hours earlier played on inside her head, with every moment being painfully clear to her. As if she was just stuck in a loop and she was unable to do anything, letting her body run on autopilot while she was forced to watch it again and again. 

She came up with possibility after possibility of what she could have done to avoid this situation completely. If only she had said something different, if only she had better control over her emotions, if only she had done this, if only she had done that, then maybe she wouldn’t be here in the first place. 

But yet, here she was. Storming off and out of the room, only to continue walking aimlessly until she found herself in Lovely City’s park. She left a trail of footfalls behind her as she continued to trudge in the snow, feeting sinking down into the layer underneath her with every step. Seeing the happy couples around her only made her more envious. A chilled sigh escaped her and she watched it freeze in the air. 

Maybe they could have been one of the couples out there tonight. Happily laughing with each other as they found the purest, and simplest of joy in each other’s company. Instead, they were both arguing with each other, and over some of the pettiest of things. It was ridiculous how one simple comment could cause such a thing to happen. 

Oh, Touya would be absolutely infuriated with her. Wouldn’t he? 

“Samy!” A familiar rang out from behind her, causing her to freeze up completely. He found her, of course he found her, the trail she left was a dead giveaway. He probably followed her as soon as she was out of his sight. Classic, stubborn, lovable Touya. 

He stopped, and she could feel his presence. Along with his heavy pants and his attempts to catch his breath. A few coughs and sputters even left his mouth, making Samy furrow her eyebrows out of concern for her boyfriend. It could have even made her turn around to check on him, but she didn’t want to face him yet. It wasn’t the right time. 

“D-Did you really.. run all the way over here to catch me?” She asked, voice shaking. Partly from the cold and partly out of the sheer nervousness that overcame her suddenly. 

A small chuckle left him. “Of course I did, I can’t just let the love of my life run out without me even trying to catch her.” 

Her breath hitched. “Why are you not angry? I-Isn’t this the part where you yell at me?”

He clicked his tongue, walking up in front of her. Looking inside her eyes with only the most sincere gaze. Once again, she found herself mesmerised by them. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t bring herself to look away from them. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I really am.” She sputtered after a moment’s silence, with Touya bringing a hand up her her face in response. Gently cradling her cheek inside his hand, heating up the cold skin there. Out of habit, she leaned more into his touch. They’d done this same action dozens of times by now, but it caused her heart to pound in her chest everytime. 

“I’m sorry too, I went out of line with my comments, I admit.” He sighed, stroking her face with his thumb. Snowflakes began to fall around them, gracefully descending to the ground, and building up another sheet of snow. But they only felt the warmth between them. 

“N-No! It’s not your fault!” She retorted, yanking her hand up to clutch onto the one resting on her cheek. Firmly gripping onto his, afraid that he might let go. 

“Come on, it’s both our faults. If we keep on denying it, we’ll be here for hours going back and forth about it.” He dropped his hand to his side, still holding onto hers within. “Instead, we should take a walk to calm down. And then, after that, we can go back to your dorm and cuddle. Deal?” 

Samy pursed her lips, breaking out into a small smile. Before frantically nodding her head up and down, so much that it nearly made her dizzy. He always magically knew what to say to make her feel better, it worked everytime. That was, obviously, a reason as to why she fell for him in the first place. Again, she thought of how lucky she was to have him. 

Squeezing onto each other’s hands, they walked on, together. After that, they had no trouble at all with blending into the other couples strolling in the park that night. 

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Hi! Are you thinking about sending an ask for a preference or drabble/ficlet? Well, if you read this post, you’d sure know a heck of a lot more!

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