1000 little things list — 8. your last word ending right where the page ends.
featuring ⋆˚࿔ keiji akaashi
keiji akaashi is a man of words. sticky, sappy, lovesick and heartfelt words written down on pages and pages of white paper. he writes on these papers from night until day, from dusk until dawn, from whenever until his pen runs out of ink and he sighs in disappointment because his heart is still longing.
"there is this flutter in my stomach, like something is churning around. it makes me feel sick, but i know it is nothing more than the sickness which makes all these words want to spill out of my throat."
"and for my lovely girl, you need not ask what sort of words they are. they are humiliating descriptions about your hair— how beautiful the strands are when they fall loose from the hairstyle you picked that day. awful descriptions about the way your eyes crinkle up when you smile- when you're talking, or when our eyes meet from across the classroom, and i don't have to look to know you aren't paying attention to the teacher at all. instead, you are blessing with me with your deep, boundless gaze, like the mysterious sea or the endless night sky. hideous descriptions about your touch — the searing fire i feel when our shoulders brush and the lingering warmth from a pencil i borrowed you in class, holding it close to my heart, where i dream about your ears pressed against the beating organ."
"why do i say these descriptions are so horrid? because every single thought i have about you, every single adjective in the dictionary cannot be considered similar to you at all. you are not the embodiment of perfect— you are so much more than that. a living goddess who is just an arm's reach away from me, so close to me but simply unattainable. every other word beneath the meaning of 'perfect' is simply useless in describing you."
"i think i truly am sick. i am ill with the burning desire i have for you, ill with how much i want you in my arms, ill with how much i want you and nothing else. i love you forever, past the end of the world. i love you, you and only you."
akaashi sets the pen down on his desk, glancing over the page before he rereads all his words again, and again, and again for the third time.
he notices the final word is written on the very bottom of the page, where there is no space above, below and besides to write anything else.
a soft smile appears on his face, his fingers tracing the last word: you.
he loves when his writing ends just as the space on the paper runs out, just as much as he loves you.
happiest of birthdays to you, you have genuinely made my life so much better by being in it (idc if that sounds corny af it’s TRUE) and thank you for always talking to me, making me laugh, talking about music and anime with me, UGH YOU’RE THE BESTTTTT!!!!! 🤍
ac goes to torucider
synopsis: physical intimacy with choso.
choso loves you with the kind of carefulness usually reserved for fragile things.
the first time you hold his hand, he goes quiet. his fingers twitch once against yours before slowly intertwining with them, almost hesitant, like he’s waiting for you to change your mind halfway through.
you don’t. you only squeeze his hand tighter.
and choso looks at your joined hands longer than necessary, eyes soft and unreadable. there’s something unbearably sad about it, like he’s mourning every moment in his life where no one held him simply because they wanted to.
he becomes addicted to touching you after that. your knee against his while sitting together. your hand on his chest. your arms wrapping around his waist from behind while he stands in the kitchen.
every time, he still reacts like he isn’t used to it. like affection catches him off guard no matter how often you give it.
especially hugs. especially from you.
because when you pull him into your arms, choso holds you back like he’s terrified of letting go too soon. his face presses into your shoulder, his breathing evening out slowly, tension leaving him piece by piece beneath your hands.
you realize then that no one has ever held him gently before. not really.
one rainy evening, he lays with his head in your lap while thunder murmurs outside the windows. your fingers comb through his hair carefully, untangling dark strands and scratching lightly against his scalp.
choso makes the softest sound you’ve ever heard from him. not quite a sigh. not quite your name. more like… relief.
his eyes are already closed, exhaustion pulling at him from somewhere deep, ancient, bone-deep. you continue carding your fingers through his hair anyway, watching his expression soften more and more with every touch.
“does that feel nice?” you whisper.
he nods against your thigh.
then after a long pause, voice quiet enough to break your heart–
“i think i could fall asleep like this forever.”
so you lean down and kiss his forehead.
and choso, half asleep already, reaches for your hand immediately, holding it against his chest like it belongs there.
a/n: this oneshot was inspired by this tik tok and also gorgeous by taylor swift bc it’s exactly how i feel about nerd!jo ugh (the fanarts are pulling me in, thank you to whoever created this idea)
ac goes to su2kuna
synopsis: you're being broken up with by your bum ahh boyfriend, but you get distracted as you see nerd!jo in the distance.
you’re pretty sure this is the calmest breakup you’ve ever witnessed in your life. not because it’s mature or respectful – no, it’s calm because you genuinely do not give a single, solitary fuck.
your (soon-to-be ex, thank god) boyfriend is standing in front of you on the college campus, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets like he’s auditioning for “guy who peaked in senior year and never emotionally recovered.” he’s saying words. you think. his mouth is moving. something about “growing apart” and “needing space” and “not feeling appreciated.”
which is funny. because you appreciated him enough to stop yourself from breaking up with him three weeks ago just to see how long it’d take him to notice you were already mentally gone.
you nod along politely, eyes unfocused, the sun too bright, the day too nice for this conversation to matter.
“i just think,” he continues, voice doing that self-important dip like he thinks this is his villain origin story, “that we’re better off going our separate ways.”
you blink once. twice.
oh. thank god. FINALLY.
outwardly, you hum thoughtfully. inwardly, you’re doing a full celebratory backflip. no awkward initiating. no guilt. no “but you’re such a nice guy 🥹” speech. you get to walk away clean, unbothered, free.
“yeah,” you say easily. too easily, probably. “that makes sense.”
he pauses. clearly waiting for something. a protest. tears. a shaky “wait.”
you give him nothing.
his eyebrows knit together. “you’re… okay with this?”
you shrug. “i mean, yeah.”
there’s a crack in his ego. you can see it. and you eat it up.
he opens his mouth to say something else – probably fishing for validation, maybe hoping you’ll look sad enough to reassure him he mattered – but that’s when it happens.
that’s when the universe intervenes.
your gaze drifts. just for a second. just a casual scan of the quad. and then–
oh.
oh no.
oh my.
walking across campus, blissfully unaware that he’s just derailed your entire life trajectory, is the finest nerd to ever exist: satoru gojo.
glasses. actual glasses. rectangular frames perched on his stupid, perfect nose. his white hair is pushed back messily like he ran his fingers through it one too many times while studying. he’s wearing an oversized sweater – navy, slightly frayed at the cuffs – and a backpack slung over one shoulder like he’s late to a lab he definitely aced anyway.
he’s reading while walking.
READING.
WHILE WALKING.
you feel your soul leave your body. ascend. reincarnate as a woman with purpose.
your ex is still talking. you don’t know when he started again. something about “timing” and “communication.”
you’re not listening. you’re watching nerd!jo pause mid-step, frown at the page, adjust his glasses with one finger in a way that is so offensively attractive it should be illegal on an academic campus.
he mutters something to himself – lips moving, brows furrowed – and then scribbles a note in the margin with a pen he pulls from behind his ear.
behind. his. ear.
you swallow.
your ex clears his throat. “are you even listening to me?”
“mhm,” you say absently.
you are not.
because nerd!jo just looks up.
and he smiles.
not a big one. not even intentional. just a small, distracted curve of his mouth like he figured something out. like he solved a problem. like his brain did a little victory lap and decided to reward the rest of his face for it.
it hits you. fast. violent. biblical.
you’ve been dating the human equivalent of a buffering wheel, and over there is a man who probably color-codes his notes and drinks iced coffee year-round and gets excited about niche topics you’d happily pretend to understand forever.
your ex sighs dramatically. “i just didn’t think you’d take this so lightly.”
you finally look back at him.
and for the first time, you really see it. the ick. the way his hoodie smells faintly like energy drinks and entitlement. the way this conversation feels like a chore you’re already done with.
you smile. genuinely this time.
“i think you’re right,” you say. “we should break up.”
his eyes widen. “wait– that’s what i’m saying–”
“yeah,” you nod. “and i’m agreeing.”
he looks… deflated. like he wanted this to hurt more.
that’s unfortunate.
“well,” you add, glancing past him again just in time to see nerd!jo laugh quietly at something on his phone now – head tipping back, throat exposed, the sun catching on his glasses – “i’ve actually gotta go.”
“go where?” your ex asks.
you stand. sling your bag over your shoulder. liberated. reborn.
“forward,” you say.
and then you walk away.
you don’t look back. you don’t need to.
because ahead of you, nerd!jo pauses as you pass, and senses something – maybe your stare, maybe fate – and glances up.
your eyes meet.
he blinks. surprised. then smiles again. softer this time. curious.
you feel it settle in your chest. warm. inevitable.
isagi is the kind of sorcerer professors constantly argue about in meetings because on paper he’s “not overwhelmingly powerful,” but his ability to analyze cursed energy flow, battle patterns, and enemy weaknesses in real time is terrifying.
when he first enrolls, he’s grade 3, pretty average cursed energy output. nothing flashy. just a sharp brain and a technique that seems… situational.
then people realize his cursed technique basically lets him map the battlefield like a living radar.
imagine him standing still in the middle of a chaotic fight, eyes scanning everything while everyone else is panicking.
and suddenly he goes: “three seconds from now the curse will attack the left flank.”
everyone thinks he’s guessing.
then it happens.
his technique works by reading tiny fluctuations in cursed energy and predicting the next “optimal path” for the fight, almost like solving a constantly shifting puzzle. he calls it meta vision.
so he’s not physically the strongest, but he’s the reason teams survive missions.
higher-ups reluctantly bump him to grade 2 while still a student, which is rare, because his solo missions keep ending with impossible victories.
curses absolutely hate fighting him because he always somehow knows exactly where they’ll appear next.
like a curse will lunge at him and isagi just sidesteps like: “you’re predictable. thank you, next!”
meanwhile he’s sweating internally because if he miscalculates once he’s dead.
the type of sorcerer who wins fights by thinking faster than the curse can move.
itoshi rin – special grade
rin is the sorcerer that makes other sorcerers genuinely uncomfortable.
because his cursed energy feels wrong.
it’s dense, violent, suffocating.
like a storm constantly building inside him.
his cursed technique manifests as overwhelming cursed energy projection and destructive pressure, letting him create devastating attacks that flatten entire areas.
but the scary part isn’t just power.
it’s his mentality.
rin fights like he HATES THE WORLD.
no hesitation.
no mercy.
curses don’t just get exorcised – they get obliterated (hollow purple style).
his attacks crack the ground.
buildings collapse during his fights.
even veteran sorcerers struggle to keep up with his raw output.
when he was still a student, he SINGLE-HANDEDLY defeated a curse that was supposed to require MULTIPLE grade 1 sorcerers.
and instead of celebrating, rin just asked: “was that supposed to be difficult?”
the jujutsu authorities had no choice but to classify him as special grade, even though he technically hates the system.
rin doesn’t care about ranks.
doesn’t care about praise.
he just keeps getting stronger because he refuses to be weaker than anyone.
especially sae.
the tension between the brothers in the jujutsu world would be legendary.
because one represents perfect control, and the other represents uncontrollable destruction.
itoshi sae – special grade
sae is the kind of sorcerer the higher-ups both admire and fear because he doesn’t just defeat curses – he controls entire battlefields.
his cursed technique revolves around vector control of cursed energy, meaning he can redirect, amplify, or change the direction of any energy moving within his range.
attacks don’t land on him.
they curve away.
if someone launches cursed energy at him, he casually tilts his head and the attack bends midair like physics itself got edited.
imagine a curse charging him full speed and suddenly its own momentum slams it into a wall behind it.
the scariest part is that sae never wastes energy.
where most special grades cause massive destruction, sae’s fights look almost clean.
precise.
surgical.
terrifyingly efficient.
higher-ups describe it like this: “he doesn’t overpower curses… he makes the battlefield betray them.”
his domain expansion would probably be something absurd like total vector authority, where every movement inside the barrier obeys his calculations.
meaning opponents literally cannot move the way they intend to.
sae becoming special grade wasn’t because he destroyed a whole city (bro is NOT evil like sukuna dw).
it’s because analysts realized: if he wanted to… he could control the flow of every fight in the area.
and that level of influence is what pushes him into special grade territory.
nagi seishiro – grade 1
nagi is the sorcerer that completely breaks the grading system because he doesn’t look like he’s trying.
he literally fell into the jujutsu world by accident.
someone dragged him into a mission and suddenly he’s casually exorcising curses like it’s a video game tutorial.
his cursed technique revolves around “nullifying motion.”
basically he can manipulate cursed energy to halt momentum, absorb impact, or redirect attacks in ways that feel impossible.
imagine a curse launching a massive attack and nagi just lazily raises a hand.
the attack stops midair like it hit invisible glue.
then he flicks it back.
higher-ups watching him fight are like: “… does he even understand what he’s doing.”
the answer is not really.
he treats missions like chores.
half the time he’s yawning while fighting.
the scary part is that he’s a pure instinct fighter.
he doesn’t strategize like isagi or train like rin.
his body just naturally uses cursed energy in perfect ways.
he gets promoted to grade 1 extremely quickly, which makes older sorcerers furious.
meanwhile nagi’s biggest complaint is: “missions are such a hassle…” (yep, it’s giving yuki tsukumo).
he once exorcised a powerful curse while sitting down.
mikage reo – semi-grade 1
reo is the sorcerer that the jujutsu higher-ups LOVE because he’s basically the perfect, well-rounded prodigy.
massive cursed energy reserves.
elegant cursed technique.
rich clan backing.
perfect grades in training.
the golden child.
his cursed technique is terrifying because it lets him replicate techniques he witnesses, though not perfectly.
he watches another sorcerer fight once and suddenly he can mimic the mechanics of their ability.
not at 100% power… but enough to make fights unfair.
the first time the faculty sees him casually recreate someone else’s barrier technique everyone is like: “… that kid is a problem.”
his fighting style becomes insanely versatile.
ranged attacks.
barriers.
reinforcement.
weapon techniques.
he can do a little bit of everything, and he does it beautifully.
the catch? copying stronger techniques burns through cursed energy insanely fast.
but reo is rich-kid stubborn so he’ll push himself anyway.
he’s recommended for grade 1 very early and currently sits at semi-grade 1 while completing the final evaluations.
also imagine him showing up to missions in a pristine uniform while everyone else looks half-dead.
curses hate him because he’s adaptable in the most annoying way possible.
bachira meguru – grade 2
bachira is the type of sorcerer people can’t categorize properly because his cursed energy is weirdly playful.
like most sorcerers have controlled output… but bachira’s cursed energy moves like it has its own personality.
his technique revolves around manifesting a cursed “monster” made of his own energy that fights alongside him.
it’s not a separate shikigami exactly. it’s more like a living extension of his instincts.
when bachira fights, he moves unpredictably, twisting around attacks like he’s dancing.
the monster mirrors his movements, doubling his offense in ways that make enemies panic.
curses trying to fight him get completely thrown off because his movements are so chaotic.
he’ll dodge something by bending backward like a contortionist and then pop back up smiling like: “awww, you almost got me!”
people underestimate him because he seems goofy and unserious.
then suddenly the monster crashes into the enemy like a truck and the curse is gone.
he eventually reaches grade 1 because his combat instinct is insane. he thrives in chaotic environments where other sorcerers struggle.
missions with him feel like fighting next to a hyperactive gremlin with supernatural reflexes.
shidou ryusei – grade 1, candidate for special grade
shidou is the type of sorcerer that the jujutsu authorities HATE supervising.
because he lives for fighting.
like genuinely.
curses are basically entertainment to him.
his cursed technique amplifies impact and explosive force, allowing him to deliver attacks that hit like meteor strikes.
kicks.
punches.
even headbutts.
everything detonates with cursed energy.
the problem is that shidou has ZERO restraint.
if you send him on a mission in a populated area, he will absolutely level half the block just because the fight got exciting.
the higher-ups constantly debate whether to promote him to special grade because his destructive potential is massive.
but they hesitate because controlling him is a nightmare.
he laughs during fights.
compliments strong curses.
gets disappointed when enemies die too fast.
imagine a grade 1 sorcerer yelling at him to calm down and shidou just grinning like: “nahhhh. i’m having fun!!!”
technically classified as grade 1, but everyone knows if he ever decides to push his limits fully he could easily cross into special grade territory.
karasu tabito – grade 1
karasu is a tactician sorcerer, and the higher-ups rely on him a lot during complicated missions.
his cursed technique allows him to divide his cursed energy into multiple “crow-like” constructs that scout, attack, and relay information.
the battlefield becomes his surveillance system.
curses think they’re hiding.
meanwhile karasu’s crows are literally watching from every angle (yes… i stole mei mei’s cursed technique…).
he’s the type who stands at a distance analyzing everything before acting.
extremely calculated.
extremely efficient.
and a little bit mean about it.
if a teammate messes up, he absolutely finds out about it.
imagine him watching someone charge a curse head-on and muttering: “damn. that was hella stupid.”
his strength comes from battle control.
enemies suddenly get swarmed from every direction.
blind spots disappear.
escape routes get cut off.
it’s less flashy than other sorcerers, but ridiculously effective.
because of his strategic mind and consistency he comfortably sits at grade 1, often leading coordinated missions.
kaiser michael – special grade
the jujutsu community HATES that kaiser exists.
because he’s the definition of a special grade anomaly.
his cursed technique allows him to compress and fire cursed energy with such extreme density that his attacks become catastrophic beams of destructive force.
basically imagine a sniper rifle made of cursed energy… but every shot could tear through buildings.
his precision is unreal.
long-range attacks that travel kilometers.
attacks that pierce multiple targets.
attacks that curve midair because he controls the energy trajectory perfectly.
when kaiser fires a full-powered strike, it feels like the air itself splits.
and the worst part?
he enjoys showing off.
imagine him standing on a rooftop during a mission while other sorcerers are sweating through a fight.
he casually lines up a shot.
flicks his wrist.
the curse disappears in a massive blast.
then he looks down like: “how adorable. you were struggling with that?”
his cursed energy output alone qualifies him as special grade, but it’s the combination of power, accuracy, and terrifying confidence that makes him truly dangerous.
he loves being the strongest person in the room.
thrives on control.
and absolutely refuses to lose to anyone.
especially other prodigies like rin or sae.
ness alexis – semi-grade 1
ness is extremely talented with cursed energy manipulation, but specializes in support and precision techniques.
his cursed technique revolves around energy amplification and redirection, allowing him to enhance other sorcerers’ attacks.
when fighting alongside someone strong, he becomes ridiculously dangerous.
especially with kaiser.
like think of ness channeling cursed energy into kaiser’s attacks and suddenly the output multiplies like five times (like utahime’s technique).
it’s terrifying synergy.
ness also excels at barriers, reinforcement, and precision blasts, making him a very versatile combatant.
the downside?
emotionally he’s… unstable.
his cursed energy fluctuates heavily depending on his mental state.
when he’s calm, he fights like a prodigy.
when he’s upset or obsessed, his cursed energy spikes unpredictably.
which makes missions stressful for everyone involved.
still, his raw skill earns him semi-grade 1, with recommendations for grade 1 once he stabilizes.
though honestly most people think his power peaks when he’s fighting next to kaiser.
and so are gachiakuta oc fits, they're so fire, KEEP 'EM COMING!!!
the thing about your cleaner uniform is that it lies.
it lies SO WELL, actually, that enjin has spent months believing it.
the oversized jacket that hangs off your shoulders like you stole it from someone two sizes bigger. the ridiculously baggy pants with the keychains and belts and pockets. the heavy boots. the sleeves that swallow your hands half the time.
it’s cool. it’s stylish. it’s very you.
but it also hides everything.
so enjin’s been living a peaceful life. a normal life. a stable life.
a life where his small, manageable crush on you stays exactly that – small. manageable. cute, even. the kind where he’ll occasionally stare too long when you lean over the table during briefings, or where he pretends he needs help with some tool just so you’ll stand close for a second.
he’s been doing great.
really.
fantastic, actually.
and then the “welcome to the ground” party happens.
pizza boxes everywhere. drinks. loud music that someone dragged in. cleaners scattered across the room laughing and arguing and telling rudo stories about the ground like they’re trying to scare him on purpose.
enjin is leaning against the table, lazily chewing a slice of pizza while watching the chaos unfold.
someone’s arguing about jobs. someone else is trying to start a drinking game. rudo looks like he got dropped into a zoo.
it’s a good night.
and then the door opens.
you walk in.
and enjin chokes on his pizza.
because who the hell is that.
it takes him three full seconds to realize it’s you.
not because your face looks different – no, he’d recognize you anywhere – but because your clothes are completely different.
gone is the massive jacket.
gone are the pants big enough to hide a small vehicle.
instead–
a tight off-shoulder top. simple. soft fabric clinging to your torso like it was personally designed to ruin him.
and loose sweatpants that sit low on your hips, just enough to show the curve of your waist.
you look like you just stepped out of your room.
comfortable.
casual.
absolutely lethal.
and enjin’s brain does something very unfortunate.
it stops working.
completely.
his eyes follow you across the room like a man possessed.
because apparently – APPARENTLY – you have a body.
not just a body.
a BODY.
the kind that makes the room feel hotter for no reason.
the kind that makes him suddenly understand why people walk into walls.
because the baggy uniform has been a lie.
a public service, really.
because if enjin had known this earlier, he would’ve never survived.
you’re greeting people like nothing is wrong. waving to rudo. grabbing a drink. leaning casually against the couch while talking to one of the cleaners.
completely unaware that enjin is currently standing three feet away having a spiritual crisis.
he’s staring so hard that someone eventually notices.
“dude,” bro mutters beside him.
no response.
“enjin.”
nothing.
“enjin.”
finally, he blinks. slowly.
“yeah?”
bro follows his line of sight.
and then snorts.
“oh. that’s what’s got you so quiet.”
enjin doesn’t even argue.
because he’s right.
he’s absolutely, catastrophically cooked.
you shift your weight slightly as you laugh at something someone says.
and the movement makes the hem of your shirt ride up just a little.
enjin nearly drops his pizza.
he turns away immediately, rubbing his face like that will somehow reset his brain.
it doesn’t.
because now his mind is running through months of memories.
all the times you stood next to him. all the times you leaned over tables. all the times you casually stretched your arms over your head.
and he’s realizing that the entire time, you were hiding this under layers of fabric.
he whispers to himself, horrified, “i’ve been living a lie…”
across the room, you finally notice him. you wave casually.
big mistake.
because now you’re walking toward him.
and enjin suddenly forgets how to stand like a normal person.
you stop in front of him, completely relaxed.
“you look like you saw a ghost. you okay?”
he opens his mouth.
closes it.
opens it again.
nothing comes out.
you tilt your head slightly, confused.
“hello???”
no.
he is not okay.
because standing this close makes things WORSE.
your top hugs your body in ways that should honestly be illegal. your shorts sit low enough that he has to actively force his eyes upward. your hair is slightly messy like you didn’t try too hard getting ready.
and it’s driving him insane.
you squint at him.
“did you choke on the pizza?”
“… maybe.”
his voice sounds a little strained.
you glance down at the slice still in his hand.
“you’re not even eating it.”
he looks down.
oh. right. the pizza. the thing he forgot existed.
he clears his throat awkwardly.
“yeah. uh. lost my appetite.”
you blink.
“you?”
exactly.
you’ve known him long enough to understand that enjin not wanting pizza is a serious medical emergency.
you narrow your eyes suspiciously.
“are you sick?”
he laughs nervously.
“nope.”
very sick, actually. terminal.
the diagnosis: you.
you shrug it off eventually, grabbing a slice from the table yourself.
when you lift your arms to reach for it – your shirt pulls slightly.
enjin looks away so fast he almost gives himself whiplash.
this is torture. actual torture.
you lean against the table beside him, casually eating like nothing is wrong.
and enjin is fighting for his life beside you.
you hum thoughtfully after a bite.
“this is good.”
he nods stiffly.
“i know, right.”
his brain supplies absolutely nothing else.
the silence lingers.
you glance at him again.
“… you’re being weird tonight.”
he exhales slowly.
because yeah. he is. and it’s your fault.
he finally risks looking at you again.
bigger mistake.
because up close, it’s even worse.
the way your clothes fit. the way you look comfortable. the way you’ve been standing next to him like this the whole time without realizing the effect you’re having.
and enjin realizes something very important.
his crush on you? the one he’s been carefully managing for months?
yeah.
that thing just evolved. violently. irreversibly. like it hit its final boss form.
he drags a hand down his face again.
you watch him with growing amusement.
“are you sure you’re okay?”
he exhales through his nose.
then finally mutters, “you can’t wear this again.”
you choke on your pizza.
“what?”
he gestures vaguely at you without actually looking.
“this outfit.”
“what about it?”
he pauses. thinks.
then says very seriously, “it’s a safety hazard.”
you stare at him. and then burst out laughing.
meanwhile enjin is standing there thinking the exact same thing he’s been thinking for the past ten minutes:
thank god for that baggy uniform.
because if the other cleaners realize what you’ve been hiding under there–
you and isagi were that duo everyone assumed were siblings because you were always together – biking to school, trading snacks, even getting scolded together.
he was the kid who thought he was soooo cool for scoring one soccer goal during recess and immediately dragged you by the wrist to brag about it.
always came over to your house uninvited. didn’t knock. just walked in like “your mom said i could come in” (she did NOT).
the kind of friend who’d share his juice box with you, but cry if you took the last chip.
you did homework together but spent 90% of the time gossiping about classmates as if you were 40-year-olds drinking coffee on a porch swing.
when he realizes he likes you:
it hits him during middle school when you showed up to a school event wearing something slightly nicer than usual.
he froze. like full-on computer lag.
his brain: oh no she’s pretty. oh no she’s REALLY pretty. oh no my heart.
choked on his water. his teammate had to pat his back once and said, “stop being dramatic.”
isagi goes home that night, kicks his legs on the bed like a teen girl in a romance movie, whispering “i think i like her” into his pillow.
when you realize you like him:
one day in high school, he came over to help you carry groceries because “your hands look too soft, someone else should do the heavy lifting.”
and you were like… sir?
he carried everything in one trip just to impress you. almost fell down the stairs. still pretended he was fine.
and your heart just… “oh.”
you knew you were done for when you caught yourself smiling at him tying his shoelaces for you because “you always do it wrong.”
itoshi rin
childhood dynamic:
rin was the quiet, serious kid who sat alone at lunch (because sae was sick that day) until you plopped beside him one day and said, “your lunchbox looks lonely.”
from that day on, you became his emotional support chaotic gremlin.
he pretended you annoyed him, but if you didn’t show up one day, he’d get sulky and kick pebbles aggressively.
you were the only person allowed to touch his stuff, unzip his backpack, steal his pens. anyone else even tried? instant death glare.
you two would also have play dates where he’d explain soccer calmly for 20 minutes, then stare at you like “… why don’t you get it?”
you’d flick his forehead and go, “stop being mean >:(”
when he realizes he likes you:
he realized WAY too early. like 12 years old early.
it was the day you defended him from an older kid who made fun of him.
you marched up, tiny and furious, and said, “rin is better than you at everything, so back off.”
rin’s like … my heart? why is it behaving like this?
but being rin, he repressed every emotion like it was a competition.
he’d get randomly flustered whenever you tied his scarf for him or called him “rinrin” (you still do).
when you realize you like him:
you were watching him play soccer after school and he looked… unfairly good.
hair messy, face focused, kicks perfect… and you felt warm. too warm.
then he ran up to you after scoring and said, “did you see that?”
you said “yeah…” way too softly, and rin froze like he heard angels singing.
your heart did that fluttery thing and you realized you were down bad for the quiet boy with the sharp eyes.
itoshi sae
childhood dynamic:
sae bullied you with love.
the type to say “why are you so slow?” but then slow down to match your pace.
he’d make fun of your handwriting and then hand you nicer pens so “you stop embarrassing yourself.”
everyone thought he hated you. in reality, sae followed you around like a bored cat.
he absolutely pretended to hate every activity you dragged him into, but somehow always tagged along anyway.
you once tried to teach him how to bake cookies. he burned them. blamed you. still ate them though.
when he realizes he likes you:
sae’s realization was silent.
one day you fell asleep on his shoulder during a movie, and his entire soul just… softened.
he didn’t move for two hours. even when his arm went numb.
he thought, i’d let her inconvenience me forever.
after that, he started doing tiny things: giving you the better seat, opening bottles for you, letting you have his scarf if you looked cold, all while pretending none of it meant anything.
inside, he was FREAKING OUT.
when you realize you like him:
sae walked you home one night, hands in pockets, acting like he didn’t care.
then he saw a dog run toward you and instinctively pulled you behind him.
you were like… sir…
the blush that crept up your neck scared you.
then he muttered, “be careful,” eyes soft in a way you had never seen.
that moment? yeah, your heart collapsed.
nagi seishiro
childhood dynamic:
nagi was the lazy kid who’d fall asleep anywhere – under slides, on benches, at your house.
you were appointed as his “designated waker-upper” because you had the magical ability to wake him without him getting grumpy.
he’d follow you around because you always had “something interesting to do.”
you introduced him to games, manga, snacks, basically built his personality.
if someone took your seat, nagi would stand behind them silently until they moved (and with his height, they for sure moved).
you carried his bag for him sometimes… then he felt bad and carried yours. both of you ended up swapping back and forth.
when he realizes he likes you:
one day you weren’t at school because you were sick, and nagi realized life was… boring. painfully boring.
he kept staring at your empty seat like a sad cat.
when you came back, he walked straight up to you and said, “don’t disappear again. it was troublesome.”
what he actually meant: i missed you so much i couldn’t function.
when you realize you like him:
he once fell asleep on your lap while the two of you were playing games.
you looked down and he just looked… soft. peaceful. trusting.
and your heart did that stupid flutter like oh no.
then he woke up, blinked at you, and said, “your lap is comfy. i like it.”
that was it. you ascended.
mikage reo
childhood dynamic:
reo was the sunshine rich kid who decided you were his favorite person on earth.
he dragged you into EVERYTHING – swimming lessons, piano classes, his family’s “super unnecessary” dinners.
he’d always save you the best snacks from his lunch. always.
he’d also insist on helping you with homework he didn’t understand because “we’re a team :)”
you were the one person who treated him normally, not like a walking bank account, and he adored you for that.
when he realizes he likes you:
you were studying together and he noticed you wearing a bracelet he bought you years ago.
something in his chest went boom.
he realized he loved giving you things – not because he was rich, but because it made you happy.
he went home that night and paced around his room like a lovesick prince.
“oh no… i like her… no i LOVE her… wait– WHAT–”
when you realize you like him:
reo showed up at your door during a storm, soaked, holding your favorite snacks because you looked sad earlier at school.
he said, “i didn’t want you to feel lonely.”
WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT.
your heart did a somersault.
you wrapped him in a towel and he smiled at you like you personally created the sun.
that’s when it hit you.
bachira meguru
childhood dynamic:
bachira was the weird feral playground kid who hung upside down from monkey bars and called ants his friends.
and you? you were the only person brave enough to approach him like, “hey… want my cookie?”
from that moment on, he imprinted on you like a baby duck.
he’d randomly grab your hand and drag you to show you the “coolest bug ever.”
you spent afternoons drawing monsters together – his looked terrifying, yours looked adorable.
he’d compliment you in the strangest ways: “your energy tastes yellow today :)”
you translated his goblin language for teachers.
when he realizes he likes you:
you two were doing your usual “let’s see who can run down this hill without dying” competition.
he tripped and rolled straight into you, tackling you like a human bowling ball.
you laughed so hard he just lay there staring at you, dazed.
his brain went: oh. i want to hear that laugh forever.
instant heart malfunction.
he spent the next week giving you flowers he stole from random gardens.
when you realize you like him:
one day he braided friendship bracelets for both of you and tied yours on himself so you “match like soul monsters :)”
he held your wrist so gently, so sweetly…
and you felt your stomach flip like why is this adorable gremlin making my heart pound out of my ears?
then he hugged you out of nowhere and said, “you feel like home.”
that was the moment your heart went bye-bye.
shidou ryusei
childhood dynamic:
you were the ONLY kid who could keep shidou from committing crimes. like. literally.
he once tried to climb the school roof and you dragged him down by the collar.
shidou adored you because you weren’t scared of him – you scolded him like a disappointed grandma.
he followed you everywhere like a chaotic golden retriever who occasionally bit people.
if someone stole your pencil, shidou would go feral. teachers had to intervene.
you taught him how to play nice with others… kind of. he tried really hard. emphasis on “tried.”
when he realizes he likes you:
he got into trouble (again), and you grabbed his cheeks and said, “please stop being stupid, i don’t want you to get hurt.”
shidou froze.
literally malfunctioned.
his chest felt warm and he didn’t know what it was so he went to google “why does my heart hurt, but feel good at the same time?” (google diagnosed him with chest pain, but he understood it was love.)
from then on he clung to you more, softened around you, and wanted your attention 24/7.
when you realize you like him:
he was walking you home, talking about soccer or violence (as usual), and then he suddenly pulled you away from a bike speeding past.
you landed against him, and shidou looked down at you with this rare, soft expression.
“you okay, pretty?”
EXCUSE ME???
you stared at him like he’d grown a second head, and your heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
congratulations, you were now attracted to a menace.
karasu tabito
childhood dynamic:
karasu was the neighborhood menace who teased everyone, but played it cool with you.
he’d poke your cheek, steal your snacks, and sit next to you like it was his assigned seat.
you two had a friendship built on banter – you roasted each other daily.
but if anyone else tried to roast you? karasu had their life insurance policy ready.
he’d teach you stupid tricks like balancing on fences or doing bottle flips.
you tutored him once, and he made fun of your handwriting just to hear you get flustered.
when he realizes he likes you:
this man realized late. painfully late.
it happened the day another kid confessed to you.
karasu laughed it off like, “lol good luck bro, she’s out of yer league.”
then you blushed.
and karasu felt jealousy for the first time like … what the hell is THAT.
he went home and aggressively kicked a soccer ball around until realizing:
oh.
oh no.
i’m in love with her.
when you realize you like him:
one day he casually slung his arm over your shoulder, joking as always…
except this time, you felt it.
your heart sprinted a marathon.
then he winked at you, WINKED, and smirked when you froze.
“aww, did i fluster ya?”
yeah. unfortunately, he did.
and you realized you were in love with a sarcastic crow of a man.
kaiser michael
childhood dynamic:
kaiser grew up in a dirty environment that never felt like a home – cracked walls, yelling from the next room, and nothing but a scuffed soccer ball to keep him company.
he didn’t play with kids. he avoided them. kept his head down.
he learned early that the world wasn’t kind, so he didn’t trust anyone.
then there was you – the first person who didn’t look at him like he was strange or intimidating or “that angry kid.”
you talked to him like he mattered. you smiled at him like he wasn’t some problem the world had to deal with.
he pretended to be annoyed at first. rolled his eyes. shrugged you off.
but you were the only one who sat next to him at the park instead of avoiding him.
the first time you shared your snack (bread) with him? he didn’t even know how to react. no one had willingly given him anything before.
you’d ask him to play soccer with you, and he acted like he was doing you a favor… meanwhile he was secretly thrilled someone wanted him around.
eventually, you became his only friend. his only person.
you’d walk home with him when you could, even though he always insisted, “you don’t have to.”
you saw the bruises sometimes. you never asked, but you were careful with him, gentle where no one else was.
when he realizes he likes you:
he was about 13.
you were sitting on the curb tying your shoe while rambling about something random – school, a cat you saw, a weird dream – and he was only half listening…
until he realized he was memorizing the sound of your voice.
he looked at you, really looked at you, and something in his chest tightened in a way he’d never felt.
you looked up at him with that soft smile you always saved for him, the one that made him feel seen.
and it hit him like a punch to the stomach: i don’t want her to ever disappear.
he didn’t know how to handle that.
kaiser’s immediate response was denial – heavy, burning, aggressive denial.
he gave himself a pep talk in the mirror like, “no. absolutely not. i’m not in love. that’s stupid.”
then he’d see you the next day and go right back to staring at you like you hung the stars.
when you realize you like him:
you were around 14 when you really caught it.
he got into a fight (not one he started) and ended up with a split lip.
when he saw your worried expression, he immediately looked away, ashamed.
you cupped his face gently, checking the bruise, and whispered, “i hate seeing you hurt.”
he froze. completely still.
and you felt his heartbeat racing under your hands.
he whispered, “i’m fine.”
and something about the way he said it – soft, only for you – made your stomach flip.
that’s when you realized your affection wasn’t normal friend affection.
the idea of losing him scared you.
the idea of him getting hurt scared you even more.
he wasn’t just your childhood friend anymore, he was your person.
ness alexis
childhood dynamic:
ness was the soft, polite kid who always held doors open and said “thank you” to vending machines.
you were his first real friend – the one who helped him come out of his shell.
he followed you around like a pastel-colored puppy.
always brought snacks for you even when you didn’t ask.
he got nervous easily, so you were the one hyping him up before presentations like “YOU GOT THIS KING.”
he adored you since day one. everyone knew except you.
when he realizes he likes you:
ness realized early, like painfully early.
it was the time you lent him your hoodie when he was cold.
he wore it all day, hugging it like it was priceless.
later he sat on his bed kicking his feet, whispering: “i think i’m in love.”
he blushed whenever you even said his name after that.
when you realize you like him:
he made you a handmade card for your birthday, drew little doodles of you two holding hands.
he said, “i worked really hard… because you’re important to me.”
and your heart melted like ice cream in the sun.
he laughed shyly and you thought, oh god. he’s adorable. too adorable.
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