Summary: Running away from the police, you decided to hop on a random person's bike and told them to drive
Friends to lovers/Fluff/Slow burnish?
a/n: first time writing in a while and idk if I should continue this (already have pt.2 but its not proofread)
Everything was a blur, the screaming, the colours, the water, and I was in the middle of it all.
Corruption was one of the biggest issues we had in our country, corrupt politicians, police, lawyers, anywhere you can think of at all really, just name it, and they're there, and the worst part is? No ones doing anything about it.
Evidence on top of evidence and yet these crocodiles have the audacity to drag these issues out as far as they can, and it's driving people insane that not even our president is doing anything about it.
So that brings us here, with me, screaming my lungs out, protesting about what needs to be heard.
"HEY, HEY, HO, HO, RETURN WHATS OURS, WONT LET YOU GO!!! HEY, HEY, HO, HO, RETURN WHATS OURS, WONT LET YOU GO!!!"
The chants kept on repeating, people were mad, people were enraged, and they had every right to do so.
I was in the front of it all, handing out some water bottles as I was chanting along with them since we've been out in the sun for hours on end, but then, I heard it.
"RUNN!! THEY'RE TAKING US!!!"
They were now arresting people.
Discarding the water bottles I had in hand, I sprinted towards the opposite direction of the protesters, because if we get caught, oh shit I cant even think about what my parents would say to me once they find out that I was a part of this.
Looking behind me I can see dozens of police officers arresting my fellow protesters. What are they even thinking? This is their country too, aren't they mad that those people whom they're protecting are using us to fund their lavish life styles while the rest of us are stuck here having to deal with constant flood and starvation? Hypocrites.
They're so stupid, and so stubborn and so god damn cruel right now, looking back I see them taking people with age, some even with disabilities, freaking anyone they can get their hands on, guess the boss promised them bonuses huh?
The paint I have in my face is now dripping off because of my sweat building up from all this heat and cardio, my backpack feeling heavier than ever, and my breath heavying as I realise that my stamina is getting lower and lower by the second.
"HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE!"
Taking a glance back, I saw a cop right behind me, him blowing at his whistle and looking directly at me. Ah shit. I dont have much energy right now! I've been here for hours and now they decide to arrest us?!
Without thinking twice, I hurriedly sat on a motorcycle on the side of the road with someone still on it.
"DRIVE!!!"
"What?!"
"DRIVE! FUCKING DRIVE!!!"
Looking behind me, and the chaos behind us, he spotted the police running towards our direction and took the hint.
Without any warning, the guy started the engine and quickly drove off in a flash, breaking what I guess is about a dozen traffic laws.
Because of how fast we were going I couldn't help but grab on tight on both sides of his motorcycle like my life dependent on it, "ARE YOU INSANE?!" I yelled, "YOU TOLD ME TO DRIVE!!!"
After a few twists and turns towards random alleys, and almost hitting someone on the sidewalk, we soon stopped a few miles away from all the trouble, making sure that no one was able to catch up to us.
Once we stopped I quickly got off while the adrenaline rush started to wear down. Catching my breath, with both hands on my knees, I looked towards the stranger I was with and only realised my stupidity and carelessness.
I got into a freaking bike with a stranger! What was I thinking! Was I even thinking?! Clearly not! I freaking hope that hes not some sort of old pervert, oh god what did I get myself into.
Behind his helmet I could see his shoulders moving up and down as if he held his breath during this whole fiasco. I mean, that was quite the rush, and also, I was the one who put him into this mess in the first place.
Feeling bad and trying to take some of the awkwardness out of the air I spoke, "So.. uhm, thanks for getting me out of trouble back there" I said in between breaths.
Getting out of the vehicle, he turned towards me quickly taking his helmet off.
Taking in his appearance, I could tell that he was not happy, like, at all. His long blonde hair was disheveled, deep dark eyes furrowed and looking towards me with furry. Well, at least he's not some old pervert right?
"Are you insane?! Do you go around hopping into peoples bikes often just because you feel like it?!"
Yeah, hes mad.
Putting my hand up in surrender I tried to explain myself. "Look, sir, whatever your name is, I'm sorry" his angry expression faltered a bit, "I wasn't thinking because I was trying to get away from the cops"
For a few moments we both just stared at each other not knowing what to say.
With a sigh, they closed his eyes and cursed under his breath, "Fuck, its fine", he said rubbing his eyes in frustration, "Not a big deal, I just had a long day", his body slumped a bit as he leaned towards his bike finally calming down.
Taking this opportunity, I took a water bottle out of my bag and handed it to him. He looked towards the water bottle then onto me as he took it, "Thanks."
"So uhm..." I started, "Thanks again, you know, for getting me out of there, so ill uhh.. ill get going now", I waved as I started to walk back from where we came from.
We were on a side of a small mountain with waves crashing beside us, and a long road stretching in front of me, and luckily I knew this place, having already driven by a couple of times.
"Wait..." I hear him sigh behind me, "I can't let a girl walk that distance."
"Oh no problem at all sir, I know this place, as well as the way back home" I said not looking back as I continued to walk.
After putting his helmet in a compartment in his bike, he drove towards me, "It's sunset, it's about to get dark, and you're a girl, it's dangerous" he stopped his bike beside me and gave me a look which I would guess was a look of genuine concern.
Reluctantly, I got on his bike again. I had no reason to say no, I mean I was the one who got us here in the first place, and his words did make sense, plus, if he wanted to take me some place else I could just jump off and sprint. I mean a bike isn't really an ideal vehicle for kidnapping.
"So..." He started as we drove back, thinking that things must've settled down by now, "You were protesting earlier?"
"Yeah" I laughed nervously, "Just needed to speak up you know" he hummed.
"What about you? I'm guessing you weren't in town to do the same thing?"
"No, no" he answered, "I had different things to deal with back there"
"Would it be alright to pry?" I asked
"I was actually there to try the new cafe that just opened up" he smiled, "But then I saw that it was closed due to the protest that was happening" he grumbled, "And I was looking forward for it too!!! I mean, im not saying that the protest was bad, but come on!!! Couldn't they have closed another day?! So unfair." He whined.
I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, a few minutes ago he was furious at me, but then again I cant blame him. I mean if a stranger got on my bike and told me to drive, I would've dropped them right then and there and drove off on my own, maybe even call them a freak.
"I'm Manjiro by the way, friends call me Mikey"
Manjiro? He's telling his name to a stranger?
"Oh.. uhm.." should I tell him who I am?
"Go on take your time~"
"Y/n"
Giving Mikey some directions, he dropped me off at a convenience store a few blocks away from my house.
"You sure your place is nearby?" He asked worriedly
"Yeah, don't worry about it, I need to pick up a few things here anyways" I smiled, "Thank you by the way, you know, for the ride, and uhm... Sorry again for the bother"
"No problem at all Y/n" he beamed, "I'm always happy to make a new friend"
As if on queue, I thought about something that served as a way to make up for his time that I felt like I wasted.
"Oh here" I said as I reached inside my bag, taking out a container and handing it to him, "Since you didn't have the chance to try that cafe you talked about earlier, I thought you could give these a try", opening the box, Mikey's eyes lit up once he saw what was inside. (Dorayaki and a few mochis) It was a snack I was planning on having earlier today.
"Wahhh!" He said in awe, "Thanks a bunch Y/n! This isn't poisoned is it?" He joked, closing it back up planning on having it once he got home.
"You'd have to try them to find out" I shot back smiling, "Bye Mikey, thank you again for earlier today"
"You're welcome, and thanks for the treat"
As I turned my back and started to head towards the convenience store, I heard his bike's motor turn on, and with a yell he said, "Don't forget me okay!!!"
Heading inside, I quickly slipped into the girls restroom and locked the door from the inside. There I quickly changed my clothes and washed off my paint stained face making sure that I was presentable enough not to raise any suspicion.
Before even entering the front door I could already hear all the yelling from the inside. Walking in I saw my dad pacing back and forth in our living room with broken porcelain scattered around him. Guess I just missed one of his tantrums.
"I told you to fix it Michel! I can't have people protesting in front of my office all day!"
Ah yes, did I mention that I was the daughter of our corrupt mayor?
"I want each and every one of those individuals arrested! The election is coming up and this is bad for my image!"
Ignoring his conversation with his secretary, I headed upstairs to my bedroom to be able to distance myself from him as much as possible. God why did dad win the custody battle instead of mom?
"Hey you young lady!" Said my dad as he looked at me already up the stairs, "Why did you come home so late again?"
"I was out with friends" I say bluntly.
"And is that a reasonable excuse?"
"Its 7:30."
"I don't give a shit, as long as you're in my house, you abide by my rules, do you understand?"
"Then why can't you let me live under my moms roof?"
"Are you high?!" He yelled out of frustration, "How the hell would that look for me huh? I'm already divorced! What the hell would it look like if my only daughter wasn't under my roof?"
"Oh give it up dad."
As he continued yelling, I decided to turn around and head towards my room. I hated this man so deep it might as well be tattooed into my bones.
I've been planning my escape from this household for months, but my dad has this tight grip on me that I just can't escape from.
I already rejected his last name, can't he take the hint? Him and my mom have been divorced ever since I was a kid, and even back then I wanted to go with her, but his pride wouldn't let that happen.
I can't really say what's going on on top of that twisted head of his, but I wanted out as soon as possible. Ever since my mom informed me that she was able to finally own her own house instead of renting one, I've been nothing but eager to leave.
-
The next morning when I headed downstairs for breakfast I was informed that my father was out early sorting some things out with the media, giving me some peace and space in this awfully large home.
Having that opportunity, I decided to check his office for anything I can use against him, but normally it was always locked. I've always known about my fathers endeavours, with how arrogant he is around me, it's not that hard to piece together.
And just my luck, I guess the stress and pressure of yesterdays events took a toll on him, his home office was unlocked, well the door knob was locked but it wasn't closed all the way through, giving me the opportunity to step inside.
Snooping around, and seeing that there were no cameras inside, I decided to look for things that I could use as evidence of his wrong doings, something so concrete that no one would be able to look past it or turn a blind eye.
After a while I noticed a safe tucked away behind his own portrait, man how egocentric can my father be, and would you take a look at that, it was unlocked as well.
Slowly, I took a look at all the paperwork that was inside the safe, ignoring the stacks and stacks of paper bills that were inside.
There, under all the fine print I found was solid proof that hes been smuggling the money that was supposed to be used for highway constructions, flood controls and many more, rotating the money towards made up projects and charities then splitting it with his allies with cash to avoid any trails of it.
Bingo.
I need to get this over to mom as soon as possible, and by "as soon as possible" I mean tonight.
I quickly made identical copies of the papers and decided on taking the original ones and leaving the copies making sure that I put them back exactly as I found the originals, as well as how I found everything in his office, but making sure I closed the safe so that it wouldn't raise any suspicion when he finds his study open.
After quickly packing my essentials, I headed out onto my moms place two towns over and didn't look back.
-
"This is brilliant Y/n" my mom said as she inspected what I brought. You see my moms a lawyer, and the only reason that she wasn't able to take me during the custody battle was because she didn't have her license yet, nor the resources compared to my father.
"Does this mean I can stay with you now?"
"Sweetheart, of course"
"And what about dad?" I asked nervously, "He knows that you're the only person I'd go to"
"Let me take care of him sweetheart" she smiled as she hugged me, "Knowing him, I'm betting his priorities aren't set on getting you back right now, but rather keeping his image up and the evidence destroyed"
"What I want you to worry about now is school okay, I'm glad you also brought your important documents over"
"Would I be switching here?"
"If that's what you want"
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Two months later
It wasn't really hard to start over at a new school for me, it's not that hard to talk to people.
Now that I think about it, it's nice to start over where people don't know about me, it feels refreshing.
It's already been three weeks since I started class and have successfully made a few friends during that time, Suki, Kira and Hinata.
Third POV
"Kenny im hungryyy" Mikey whined while walking down the hallway towards their class.
"We just had lunch Mikey." Draken, his best friend deadpanned.
It was already mid day when they decided to come to school, and to be honest they'd rather not, but Mikey's guessing that hes about to get an earful from Emma (his sister) if he didn't attend a single class for an entire month.
People were clearing out as they walked down the hallway and Mikey couldn't help but feel bored. I guess you can say that they have a reputation around here, some are completely for the wrong reasons but hey, they really couldn't care less.
As they were walking towards their classroom, Mikey caught a familiar figure on the corner of his eye. He stopped by the classroom door to get a really good look at her just to be sure hes not mistaking her for someone else
"Y/n?"
The people who were eating their lunch in their classroom fell silent, but then a pair of y/e/c met his. It took her a second to recognise him, squinting at his direction, but then her eyes went wide and she gave him a wide smile along with a wave "Mikey!!"
"Y/n!!!" A big smile spread across Mikey's face. He jogged over and took the chair from the table in front of her, "How've you been??? You didn't tell me this was your school!"
"Alright calm down Mikey" said Draken as he walked towards them, "Let her eat her lunch in peace"
"Oh its really no problem" Y/n smiled, "I've been good Mikey, I'm glad to see you here. I mean, I just transferred really"
"Thats great! I get to see you often nowadays"
Y/n? Transfer here? At his school? Thats amazing! To be honest he's been thinking about her a lot recently, I mean who else would have the guts to hop onto a strangers bike and yell at them to drive? Looking back now, that ride was one of the most exciting things Mikey did for a while now honestly, not because of the police though, he's used to running away from them, but because of how unexpected the whole situation was.
And her treats? That was the best dorayaki he think hes had!
When he got home that day of the protest, he didn't even bother changing before digging in while actively trying to avoid his sister so that he wouldn't have the need to share it with her.
Lets just say that he was at bliss right after.
"By the way this is Draken, and Draken, this is Y/n, the friend I mentioned I met a while back"
Y/n smiled and subtly waved at his tall friend.
"Well as much as it was nice meeting you Y/n, I'd have to excuse us, class is about to start"
"Whaaatttttt????" Mikey whined.
Draken then started to drag him away from the classroom of the y/h/c girl, but Mikey really didn't want to go yet. He wanted to continue his conversation with his friend. But alas, all he could do now was pout and sadly wave at Y/n goodbye.
Sitting at his desk, he glared at his too tall friend, "You didn't have to do that Kenny, we could've missed a few minutes of class" he sulked
"For us? I dont mind, but for your friend..." Said Draken as he turned towards him, "I dont think I'd be polite to keep her from listening in her class now is it?"
Kenny does have a point there, he wouldn't want to disrupt her, if he did, she might get annoyed and decide not to be his friend! Now where's the fun in that? And plus, he felt different back then when he was with her, a good difference though, in that small amount of time, she somehow got Mikey to take his mind off the dark thoughts up in his head that's been consuming him recently.
-
"What the hell was that?!" Suki shrilled as she jumped up behind Y/n, "You're friends with the 'Invincible Mikey'?!"
"Huh?..."
"Why didn't you tell uss???" Kira whined, "Are you guys a thing?"
"A thing? Wait no—"
"That was a first" butted Suki, "I mean, you barely see that guy come to school, but now talking to a girl?"
"Ok guys calm down" Y/n's voice was a little bit louder than she thought to be, "We're just friends alright? I met him back in my old town a few months ago and that's it"
Her friends gave each other a knowing look, something that made it seem like they know there's more to the story than you were letting on, but before they even have the chance to question you, your teacher walked in and told them to get back to their respective seats.
-
"So that was the girl you've been talking about?" Draken asked
"Who? Y/n?"
"Have you talked about any other girl?"
"Well— no" Mikey cheeked, "But yeah, I think you'll like her as well Draken, shes easy to talk to, oh and her dorayaki? Its amazing! Best I've ever had"
"Well im glad you final found her" Kenny sighed, "Im gettin real tired with how much you yap about her"
"Hey I dont talk about her that much"
"Seriously? Just a few days ago you convinced me and Baji to ride with you all the way to her home town, having some lame excuse of visiting the Haitani brothers, which we know is complete bullishit"
-
As the class was ending, your teacher was giving the class your math assignments for the week when you spotted a giddy blonde boy just outside of your classroom doors.
When you meet his happy eyes, which seems to have a glint in them, you see him give you a huge wave with both of his hands, as if signaling you to come on out.
As a response, you held up one hand smiling and mouthing the words "wait" while packing your backpack with your other hand.
Noticing the commotion, your teacher looked towards the classroom doors with annoyance until he spotted who was outside his classroom.
"Alright who's disrupting my cla— oh Mikey" he gulped, "Alright class, I wouldn't want to take any more of your time, class dismissed"
And with that, without even noticing anything unusual, you were the first and only person to get from your seat and head towards the door.
"Hey Mikey" you greeted, "Why are you here?"
Taking your binders off your hands and onto his, Mikey started walking down the hallway and instinctively you followed.
"Waiting for you, pretty"
When the both of you were out of sight, only then did your classmates have the courage to start packing up their belongings and heading out of the class as well.
"Huh? Why wait for me?" You asked
"Well, I wanted to take you home you know" he answered with a smile, "Plus, I want to ride with you again! I can take you home with my bike, I feel like it's so boring having to take the bus all the way from your home. I mean your two towns over! Isn't that too much of a drive? The city's a long way from here anyways, it's like an hour away with my bike" he started rambling again.
"Oh nononono Mikey" you quickly interrupted, "I moved homes here as well, I'm like 10 minutes away from school, it's no problem really"
"Really?" Mikey smiled even wider, "Well if that's the case maybe I can take you around to see the city, ohhhh I can take you to see the best places to eat here! Just a few blocks here is the best place to have omurice"
"That sounds amazing!" You quickly matched his enthusiasm, "But I can't right now though " as quick as your excitement, you remembered about the pending assignments you need to finish, "I have a few assignments in English and Math I need to do today, but maybe tomorrow?"
"Homework?" Mikey's face scrunched up all confused, "Oh just don't do it, I'm sure the teachers won't mind, I think?"
"Of course they would, silly" you laughed at that idea. Not doing your homework? You'd die if your mother found that out.
Reaching the front of the school, you noticed two motorcycles parked in front.
"Here we are" said Mikey walking up to one, "Hey Y/n, want to stop by for a sweet treat before going home? Im staaarrrvinggg" he exaggerated.
"A sweet treat?" As if remembering something, you took off your bag and started to look for something, "If you're looking for a sweet treat, here!" You beamed, taking out a container from your bag completely forgetting about it earlier.
"Whats that?" Mikey asked taking it from you and opening it quickly, "WHOAAA"
Inside was a few treats you prepared earlier which you intended to share with your friends but completely forgot them due to the earlier events that happened. There were enough treats in there fully intending to feed four people, yourself included. (dorayaki, mochi, brownies and chocolate truffles) which made Mikey's mouth water just by looking at them.
"Did you make these?" He questioned, stars in his eyes and drool from his lips.
"Of course!" You smiled, "Did you like the first ones? I made those as well"
Like a toddler, he started jumping up and down around you, bombarding you with questions and thank yous.
"Do you really need to do your homework?"
"You can just do those another time"
"You're really so awesome!"
"Thank you thank you"
"Wanna see how fast I can ride my bike? I can take you with me"
"Ok ok calm down Mikey" you giggled, how can someone have that much energy inside them, "I really need to finish these assignments before even thinking about doing anything else, but im pretty sure I can finish these by tomorrow, we can hang out afterwards"
"PROMISEE???" he shouted, how much sugar has he had today?
"Yes Mikey, I promise"
-
After dropping you off on your front porch (he begged to give you a ride home as a thank you), he headed towards his brothers bike shop where the rest of friends were along with his brother.
"Hes skipping..." Kazutora whispered to Baji, "I can see that..." He answered
"Whats got you so happy?" Shinichiro asked his brother, wiping his hands after working on his bike
"His girlfriend" Draken answered bluntly
"She's not my girlfriend!" Mikey quickly denied, "Just a friend I met a while back"
"Wait" countered Baji, "Is that the chick you keep on talking about? What was her name? Y/...."
"Its Y/n." Mikey grunted, "And no, I dont keep on 'talking about her', where did you guys pick that shit up?"
They all gave each other a knowing look.
"Whatcha got there?" His brother pointed at the container he was holding
"Nope!" Mikey exclaimed, hiding it behind his back, "No way! this is mine!"
"Dont be selfish now" Shinichiro grinned
-
After a bunch of running around and convincing, Mikey reluctantly shared his sweets along with his friends while having first dibs on one dorayaki.
"I'll give it to ya" said Draken, licking his fingers with chocolate, "These are delicious, got them from your girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend!!!" Mikey whined, mouth full of the pastry.
"Right~" They all said in unison
"Dont hoard the mochi Baji! Give me a bite!" Yelled Kazutora as Baji decided to put the entire thing inside his mouth in one go.
For the next couple of weeks, you and Mikey have been hanging out more often than you realise, friendship growing closer by each day.
You'll always find him outside of your room after class happily waiting for you to finish your last subject before dragging you out somewhere to hangout, though most of the time he'd rather wait for you outside because he couldn't be bothered with attending any of his classes.
Still, this was a huge change for Mikey, so much so that even the principal took notice of the sudden change.
Your friends of course, always questioned you if you two were actually a 'thing', but you denied every allegation they had insisting that you two were nothing but good friends. (They still dont buy it)
But who can blame them for those rumours? Mikey's never been close to any girls before, never even seen with one considering his reputation and everything, but truth be told? You couldn't care less.
You've heard about it, you weren't exactly an idiot to not notice the way people seemed to be terrified of him. As the gossip spread around (as well as your friends actually telling you about Toman), you couldn't say that you were afraid of being associated with Mikey.
You've already met some of his friends, such as Draken, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Takemitchi and a few others, as well as his brother and sister when you and Mikey took a quick stop at his bike shop.
You could tell that they were all good people (they bombarded you with requests after trying your pastries).
They welcomed you warmly with smiles and polite introductions. Sure they were rowdy, but you already expected that much from them, they were in a gang after all.
But contrary to popular beliefs, they had more respect for women than most of the guys you knew.
You could tell with how careful they were when you, Emma and Hinata were around, and it was honestly the most genuine friendship you've ever seen.
Things seem to be going great for you over here compared to how things were with your father. You're really happy that you finally got the courage to escape, to run, and now you're content that you finally have a life that no longer included him.
-
"Sir, are you sure?" A raspy male voice asked through the phone.
"Yes I'm sure" Y/n's father angrily answered through the phone, "Find her and her mother and make sure they can't use the information they stole from me! Use any force necessary."
"But sir, that's your daughter—"
"I DONT GIVE A SHIT!" He yelled, "That ungrateful little brat has been conspiring against me for as long as I can remember, if the media didn't pick up that I had her in the first place, I would've left her to rot with her mother from the beginning."
"But sir, what would your image look like when your ex wife and child are found dead knowing that you and her mother had a terrible dispute back then?"
"I can handle that" he mused, "A few shed tears, a few words said and people would be eating that shit up for days. If anything it might even help me gain sympathy for the upcoming elections. So do as you must, stage an accident, hide their bodies, I really don't care, just find me the evidence they took and make sure that there are no witnesses, do you understand?"
Summary: Running away from the police, you decided to hop on a random person's bike and told them to drive
Friends to lovers/Fluff/Slow burnish?
a/n: first time writing in a while and idk if I should continue this (already have pt.2 but its not proofread)
Everything was a blur, the screaming, the colours, the water, and I was in the middle of it all.
Corruption was one of the biggest issues we had in our country, corrupt politicians, police, lawyers, anywhere you can think of at all really, just name it, and they're there, and the worst part is? No ones doing anything about it.
Evidence on top of evidence and yet these crocodiles have the audacity to drag these issues out as far as they can, and it's driving people insane that not even our president is doing anything about it.
So that brings us here, with me, screaming my lungs out, protesting about what needs to be heard.
"HEY, HEY, HO, HO, RETURN WHATS OURS, WONT LET YOU GO!!! HEY, HEY, HO, HO, RETURN WHATS OURS, WONT LET YOU GO!!!"
The chants kept on repeating, people were mad, people were enraged, and they had every right to do so.
I was in the front of it all, handing out some water bottles as I was chanting along with them since we've been out in the sun for hours on end, but then, I heard it.
"RUNN!! THEY'RE TAKING US!!!"
They were now arresting people.
Discarding the water bottles I had in hand, I sprinted towards the opposite direction of the protesters, because if we get caught, oh shit I cant even think about what my parents would say to me once they find out that I was a part of this.
Looking behind me I can see dozens of police officers arresting my fellow protesters. What are they even thinking? This is their country too, aren't they mad that those people whom they're protecting are using us to fund their lavish life styles while the rest of us are stuck here having to deal with constant flood and starvation? Hypocrites.
They're so stupid, and so stubborn and so god damn cruel right now, looking back I see them taking people with age, some even with disabilities, freaking anyone they can get their hands on, guess the boss promised them bonuses huh?
The paint I have in my face is now dripping off because of my sweat building up from all this heat and cardio, my backpack feeling heavier than ever, and my breath heavying as I realise that my stamina is getting lower and lower by the second.
"HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE!"
Taking a glance back, I saw a cop right behind me, him blowing at his whistle and looking directly at me. Ah shit. I dont have much energy right now! I've been here for hours and now they decide to arrest us?!
Without thinking twice, I hurriedly sat on a motorcycle on the side of the road with someone still on it.
"DRIVE!!!"
"What?!"
"DRIVE! FUCKING DRIVE!!!"
Looking behind me, and the chaos behind us, he spotted the police running towards our direction and took the hint.
Without any warning, the guy started the engine and quickly drove off in a flash, breaking what I guess is about a dozen traffic laws.
Because of how fast we were going I couldn't help but grab on tight on both sides of his motorcycle like my life dependent on it, "ARE YOU INSANE?!" I yelled, "YOU TOLD ME TO DRIVE!!!"
After a few twists and turns towards random alleys, and almost hitting someone on the sidewalk, we soon stopped a few miles away from all the trouble, making sure that no one was able to catch up to us.
Once we stopped I quickly got off while the adrenaline rush started to wear down. Catching my breath, with both hands on my knees, I looked towards the stranger I was with and only realised my stupidity and carelessness.
I got into a freaking bike with a stranger! What was I thinking! Was I even thinking?! Clearly not! I freaking hope that hes not some sort of old pervert, oh god what did I get myself into.
Behind his helmet I could see his shoulders moving up and down as if he held his breath during this whole fiasco. I mean, that was quite the rush, and also, I was the one who put him into this mess in the first place.
Feeling bad and trying to take some of the awkwardness out of the air I spoke, "So.. uhm, thanks for getting me out of trouble back there" I said in between breaths.
Getting out of the vehicle, he turned towards me quickly taking his helmet off.
Taking in his appearance, I could tell that he was not happy, like, at all. His long blonde hair was disheveled, deep dark eyes furrowed and looking towards me with furry. Well, at least he's not some old pervert right?
"Are you insane?! Do you go around hopping into peoples bikes often just because you feel like it?!"
Yeah, hes mad.
Putting my hand up in surrender I tried to explain myself. "Look, sir, whatever your name is, I'm sorry" his angry expression faltered a bit, "I wasn't thinking because I was trying to get away from the cops"
For a few moments we both just stared at each other not knowing what to say.
With a sigh, they closed his eyes and cursed under his breath, "Fuck, its fine", he said rubbing his eyes in frustration, "Not a big deal, I just had a long day", his body slumped a bit as he leaned towards his bike finally calming down.
Taking this opportunity, I took a water bottle out of my bag and handed it to him. He looked towards the water bottle then onto me as he took it, "Thanks."
"So uhm..." I started, "Thanks again, you know, for getting me out of there, so ill uhh.. ill get going now", I waved as I started to walk back from where we came from.
We were on a side of a small mountain with waves crashing beside us, and a long road stretching in front of me, and luckily I knew this place, having already driven by a couple of times.
"Wait..." I hear him sigh behind me, "I can't let a girl walk that distance."
"Oh no problem at all sir, I know this place, as well as the way back home" I said not looking back as I continued to walk.
After putting his helmet in a compartment in his bike, he drove towards me, "It's sunset, it's about to get dark, and you're a girl, it's dangerous" he stopped his bike beside me and gave me a look which I would guess was a look of genuine concern.
Reluctantly, I got on his bike again. I had no reason to say no, I mean I was the one who got us here in the first place, and his words did make sense, plus, if he wanted to take me some place else I could just jump off and sprint. I mean a bike isn't really an ideal vehicle for kidnapping.
"So..." He started as we drove back, thinking that things must've settled down by now, "You were protesting earlier?"
"Yeah" I laughed nervously, "Just needed to speak up you know" he hummed.
"What about you? I'm guessing you weren't in town to do the same thing?"
"No, no" he answered, "I had different things to deal with back there"
"Would it be alright to pry?" I asked
"I was actually there to try the new cafe that just opened up" he smiled, "But then I saw that it was closed due to the protest that was happening" he grumbled, "And I was looking forward for it too!!! I mean, im not saying that the protest was bad, but come on!!! Couldn't they have closed another day?! So unfair." He whined.
I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, a few minutes ago he was furious at me, but then again I cant blame him. I mean if a stranger got on my bike and told me to drive, I would've dropped them right then and there and drove off on my own, maybe even call them a freak.
"I'm Manjiro by the way, friends call me Mikey"
Manjiro? He's telling his name to a stranger?
"Oh.. uhm.." should I tell him who I am?
"Go on take your time~"
"Y/n"
Giving Mikey some directions, he dropped me off at a convenience store a few blocks away from my house.
"You sure your place is nearby?" He asked worriedly
"Yeah, don't worry about it, I need to pick up a few things here anyways" I smiled, "Thank you by the way, you know, for the ride, and uhm... Sorry again for the bother"
"No problem at all Y/n" he beamed, "I'm always happy to make a new friend"
As if on queue, I thought about something that served as a way to make up for his time that I felt like I wasted.
"Oh here" I said as I reached inside my bag, taking out a container and handing it to him, "Since you didn't have the chance to try that cafe you talked about earlier, I thought you could give these a try", opening the box, Mikey's eyes lit up once he saw what was inside. (Dorayaki and a few mochis) It was a snack I was planning on having earlier today.
"Wahhh!" He said in awe, "Thanks a bunch Y/n! This isn't poisoned is it?" He joked, closing it back up planning on having it once he got home.
"You'd have to try them to find out" I shot back smiling, "Bye Mikey, thank you again for earlier today"
"You're welcome, and thanks for the treat"
As I turned my back and started to head towards the convenience store, I heard his bike's motor turn on, and with a yell he said, "Don't forget me okay!!!"
Heading inside, I quickly slipped into the girls restroom and locked the door from the inside. There I quickly changed my clothes and washed off my paint stained face making sure that I was presentable enough not to raise any suspicion.
Before even entering the front door I could already hear all the yelling from the inside. Walking in I saw my dad pacing back and forth in our living room with broken porcelain scattered around him. Guess I just missed one of his tantrums.
"I told you to fix it Michel! I can't have people protesting in front of my office all day!"
Ah yes, did I mention that I was the daughter of our corrupt mayor?
"I want each and every one of those individuals arrested! The election is coming up and this is bad for my image!"
Ignoring his conversation with his secretary, I headed upstairs to my bedroom to be able to distance myself from him as much as possible. God why did dad win the custody battle instead of mom?
"Hey you young lady!" Said my dad as he looked at me already up the stairs, "Why did you come home so late again?"
"I was out with friends" I say bluntly.
"And is that a reasonable excuse?"
"Its 7:30."
"I don't give a shit, as long as you're in my house, you abide by my rules, do you understand?"
"Then why can't you let me live under my moms roof?"
"Are you high?!" He yelled out of frustration, "How the hell would that look for me huh? I'm already divorced! What the hell would it look like if my only daughter wasn't under my roof?"
"Oh give it up dad."
As he continued yelling, I decided to turn around and head towards my room. I hated this man so deep it might as well be tattooed into my bones.
I've been planning my escape from this household for months, but my dad has this tight grip on me that I just can't escape from.
I already rejected his last name, can't he take the hint? Him and my mom have been divorced ever since I was a kid, and even back then I wanted to go with her, but his pride wouldn't let that happen.
I can't really say what's going on on top of that twisted head of his, but I wanted out as soon as possible. Ever since my mom informed me that she was able to finally own her own house instead of renting one, I've been nothing but eager to leave.
-
The next morning when I headed downstairs for breakfast I was informed that my father was out early sorting some things out with the media, giving me some peace and space in this awfully large home.
Having that opportunity, I decided to check his office for anything I can use against him, but normally it was always locked. I've always known about my fathers endeavours, with how arrogant he is around me, it's not that hard to piece together.
And just my luck, I guess the stress and pressure of yesterdays events took a toll on him, his home office was unlocked, well the door knob was locked but it wasn't closed all the way through, giving me the opportunity to step inside.
Snooping around, and seeing that there were no cameras inside, I decided to look for things that I could use as evidence of his wrong doings, something so concrete that no one would be able to look past it or turn a blind eye.
After a while I noticed a safe tucked away behind his own portrait, man how egocentric can my father be, and would you take a look at that, it was unlocked as well.
Slowly, I took a look at all the paperwork that was inside the safe, ignoring the stacks and stacks of paper bills that were inside.
There, under all the fine print I found was solid proof that hes been smuggling the money that was supposed to be used for highway constructions, flood controls and many more, rotating the money towards made up projects and charities then splitting it with his allies with cash to avoid any trails of it.
Bingo.
I need to get this over to mom as soon as possible, and by "as soon as possible" I mean tonight.
I quickly made identical copies of the papers and decided on taking the original ones and leaving the copies making sure that I put them back exactly as I found the originals, as well as how I found everything in his office, but making sure I closed the safe so that it wouldn't raise any suspicion when he finds his study open.
After quickly packing my essentials, I headed out onto my moms place two towns over and didn't look back.
-
"This is brilliant Y/n" my mom said as she inspected what I brought. You see my moms a lawyer, and the only reason that she wasn't able to take me during the custody battle was because she didn't have her license yet, nor the resources compared to my father.
"Does this mean I can stay with you now?"
"Sweetheart, of course"
"And what about dad?" I asked nervously, "He knows that you're the only person I'd go to"
"Let me take care of him sweetheart" she smiled as she hugged me, "Knowing him, I'm betting his priorities aren't set on getting you back right now, but rather keeping his image up and the evidence destroyed"
"What I want you to worry about now is school okay, I'm glad you also brought your important documents over"
"Would I be switching here?"
"If that's what you want"
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Two months later
It wasn't really hard to start over at a new school for me, it's not that hard to talk to people.
Now that I think about it, it's nice to start over where people don't know about me, it feels refreshing.
It's already been three weeks since I started class and have successfully made a few friends during that time, Suki, Kira and Hinata.
Third POV
"Kenny im hungryyy" Mikey whined while walking down the hallway towards their class.
"We just had lunch Mikey." Draken, his best friend deadpanned.
It was already mid day when they decided to come to school, and to be honest they'd rather not, but Mikey's guessing that hes about to get an earful from Emma (his sister) if he didn't attend a single class for an entire month.
People were clearing out as they walked down the hallway and Mikey couldn't help but feel bored. I guess you can say that they have a reputation around here, some are completely for the wrong reasons but hey, they really couldn't care less.
As they were walking towards their classroom, Mikey caught a familiar figure on the corner of his eye. He stopped by the classroom door to get a really good look at her just to be sure hes not mistaking her for someone else
"Y/n?"
The people who were eating their lunch in their classroom fell silent, but then a pair of y/e/c met his. It took her a second to recognise him, squinting at his direction, but then her eyes went wide and she gave him a wide smile along with a wave "Mikey!!"
"Y/n!!!" A big smile spread across Mikey's face. He jogged over and took the chair from the table in front of her, "How've you been??? You didn't tell me this was your school!"
"Alright calm down Mikey" said Draken as he walked towards them, "Let her eat her lunch in peace"
"Oh its really no problem" Y/n smiled, "I've been good Mikey, I'm glad to see you here. I mean, I just transferred really"
"Thats great! I get to see you often nowadays"
Y/n? Transfer here? At his school? Thats amazing! To be honest he's been thinking about her a lot recently, I mean who else would have the guts to hop onto a strangers bike and yell at them to drive? Looking back now, that ride was one of the most exciting things Mikey did for a while now honestly, not because of the police though, he's used to running away from them, but because of how unexpected the whole situation was.
And her treats? That was the best dorayaki he think hes had!
When he got home that day of the protest, he didn't even bother changing before digging in while actively trying to avoid his sister so that he wouldn't have the need to share it with her.
Lets just say that he was at bliss right after.
"By the way this is Draken, and Draken, this is Y/n, the friend I mentioned I met a while back"
Y/n smiled and subtly waved at his tall friend.
"Well as much as it was nice meeting you Y/n, I'd have to excuse us, class is about to start"
"Whaaatttttt????" Mikey whined.
Draken then started to drag him away from the classroom of the y/h/c girl, but Mikey really didn't want to go yet. He wanted to continue his conversation with his friend. But alas, all he could do now was pout and sadly wave at Y/n goodbye.
Sitting at his desk, he glared at his too tall friend, "You didn't have to do that Kenny, we could've missed a few minutes of class" he sulked
"For us? I dont mind, but for your friend..." Said Draken as he turned towards him, "I dont think I'd be polite to keep her from listening in her class now is it?"
Kenny does have a point there, he wouldn't want to disrupt her, if he did, she might get annoyed and decide not to be his friend! Now where's the fun in that? And plus, he felt different back then when he was with her, a good difference though, in that small amount of time, she somehow got Mikey to take his mind off the dark thoughts up in his head that's been consuming him recently.
-
"What the hell was that?!" Suki shrilled as she jumped up behind Y/n, "You're friends with the 'Invincible Mikey'?!"
"Huh?..."
"Why didn't you tell uss???" Kira whined, "Are you guys a thing?"
"A thing? Wait no—"
"That was a first" butted Suki, "I mean, you barely see that guy come to school, but now talking to a girl?"
"Ok guys calm down" Y/n's voice was a little bit louder than she thought to be, "We're just friends alright? I met him back in my old town a few months ago and that's it"
Her friends gave each other a knowing look, something that made it seem like they know there's more to the story than you were letting on, but before they even have the chance to question you, your teacher walked in and told them to get back to their respective seats.
-
"So that was the girl you've been talking about?" Draken asked
"Who? Y/n?"
"Have you talked about any other girl?"
"Well— no" Mikey cheeked, "But yeah, I think you'll like her as well Draken, shes easy to talk to, oh and her dorayaki? Its amazing! Best I've ever had"
"Well im glad you final found her" Kenny sighed, "Im gettin real tired with how much you yap about her"
"Hey I dont talk about her that much"
"Seriously? Just a few days ago you convinced me and Baji to ride with you all the way to her home town, having some lame excuse of visiting the Haitani brothers, which we know is complete bullishit"
-
As the class was ending, your teacher was giving the class your math assignments for the week when you spotted a giddy blonde boy just outside of your classroom doors.
When you meet his happy eyes, which seems to have a glint in them, you see him give you a huge wave with both of his hands, as if signaling you to come on out.
As a response, you held up one hand smiling and mouthing the words "wait" while packing your backpack with your other hand.
Noticing the commotion, your teacher looked towards the classroom doors with annoyance until he spotted who was outside his classroom.
"Alright who's disrupting my cla— oh Mikey" he gulped, "Alright class, I wouldn't want to take any more of your time, class dismissed"
And with that, without even noticing anything unusual, you were the first and only person to get from your seat and head towards the door.
"Hey Mikey" you greeted, "Why are you here?"
Taking your binders off your hands and onto his, Mikey started walking down the hallway and instinctively you followed.
"Waiting for you, pretty"
When the both of you were out of sight, only then did your classmates have the courage to start packing up their belongings and heading out of the class as well.
"Huh? Why wait for me?" You asked
"Well, I wanted to take you home you know" he answered with a smile, "Plus, I want to ride with you again! I can take you home with my bike, I feel like it's so boring having to take the bus all the way from your home. I mean your two towns over! Isn't that too much of a drive? The city's a long way from here anyways, it's like an hour away with my bike" he started rambling again.
"Oh nononono Mikey" you quickly interrupted, "I moved homes here as well, I'm like 10 minutes away from school, it's no problem really"
"Really?" Mikey smiled even wider, "Well if that's the case maybe I can take you around to see the city, ohhhh I can take you to see the best places to eat here! Just a few blocks here is the best place to have omurice"
"That sounds amazing!" You quickly matched his enthusiasm, "But I can't right now though " as quick as your excitement, you remembered about the pending assignments you need to finish, "I have a few assignments in English and Math I need to do today, but maybe tomorrow?"
"Homework?" Mikey's face scrunched up all confused, "Oh just don't do it, I'm sure the teachers won't mind, I think?"
"Of course they would, silly" you laughed at that idea. Not doing your homework? You'd die if your mother found that out.
Reaching the front of the school, you noticed two motorcycles parked in front.
"Here we are" said Mikey walking up to one, "Hey Y/n, want to stop by for a sweet treat before going home? Im staaarrrvinggg" he exaggerated.
"A sweet treat?" As if remembering something, you took off your bag and started to look for something, "If you're looking for a sweet treat, here!" You beamed, taking out a container from your bag completely forgetting about it earlier.
"Whats that?" Mikey asked taking it from you and opening it quickly, "WHOAAA"
Inside was a few treats you prepared earlier which you intended to share with your friends but completely forgot them due to the earlier events that happened. There were enough treats in there fully intending to feed four people, yourself included. (dorayaki, mochi, brownies and chocolate truffles) which made Mikey's mouth water just by looking at them.
"Did you make these?" He questioned, stars in his eyes and drool from his lips.
"Of course!" You smiled, "Did you like the first ones? I made those as well"
Like a toddler, he started jumping up and down around you, bombarding you with questions and thank yous.
"Do you really need to do your homework?"
"You can just do those another time"
"You're really so awesome!"
"Thank you thank you"
"Wanna see how fast I can ride my bike? I can take you with me"
"Ok ok calm down Mikey" you giggled, how can someone have that much energy inside them, "I really need to finish these assignments before even thinking about doing anything else, but im pretty sure I can finish these by tomorrow, we can hang out afterwards"
"PROMISEE???" he shouted, how much sugar has he had today?
"Yes Mikey, I promise"
-
After dropping you off on your front porch (he begged to give you a ride home as a thank you), he headed towards his brothers bike shop where the rest of friends were along with his brother.
"Hes skipping..." Kazutora whispered to Baji, "I can see that..." He answered
"Whats got you so happy?" Shinichiro asked his brother, wiping his hands after working on his bike
"His girlfriend" Draken answered bluntly
"She's not my girlfriend!" Mikey quickly denied, "Just a friend I met a while back"
"Wait" countered Baji, "Is that the chick you keep on talking about? What was her name? Y/...."
"Its Y/n." Mikey grunted, "And no, I dont keep on 'talking about her', where did you guys pick that shit up?"
They all gave each other a knowing look.
"Whatcha got there?" His brother pointed at the container he was holding
"Nope!" Mikey exclaimed, hiding it behind his back, "No way! this is mine!"
"Dont be selfish now" Shinichiro grinned
-
After a bunch of running around and convincing, Mikey reluctantly shared his sweets along with his friends while having first dibs on one dorayaki.
"I'll give it to ya" said Draken, licking his fingers with chocolate, "These are delicious, got them from your girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend!!!" Mikey whined, mouth full of the pastry.
"Right~" They all said in unison
"Dont hoard the mochi Baji! Give me a bite!" Yelled Kazutora as Baji decided to put the entire thing inside his mouth in one go.
For the next couple of weeks, you and Mikey have been hanging out more often than you realise, friendship growing closer by each day.
You'll always find him outside of your room after class happily waiting for you to finish your last subject before dragging you out somewhere to hangout, though most of the time he'd rather wait for you outside because he couldn't be bothered with attending any of his classes.
Still, this was a huge change for Mikey, so much so that even the principal took notice of the sudden change.
Your friends of course, always questioned you if you two were actually a 'thing', but you denied every allegation they had insisting that you two were nothing but good friends. (They still dont buy it)
But who can blame them for those rumours? Mikey's never been close to any girls before, never even seen with one considering his reputation and everything, but truth be told? You couldn't care less.
You've heard about it, you weren't exactly an idiot to not notice the way people seemed to be terrified of him. As the gossip spread around (as well as your friends actually telling you about Toman), you couldn't say that you were afraid of being associated with Mikey.
You've already met some of his friends, such as Draken, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Takemitchi and a few others, as well as his brother and sister when you and Mikey took a quick stop at his bike shop.
You could tell that they were all good people (they bombarded you with requests after trying your pastries).
They welcomed you warmly with smiles and polite introductions. Sure they were rowdy, but you already expected that much from them, they were in a gang after all.
But contrary to popular beliefs, they had more respect for women than most of the guys you knew.
You could tell with how careful they were when you, Emma and Hinata were around, and it was honestly the most genuine friendship you've ever seen.
Things seem to be going great for you over here compared to how things were with your father. You're really happy that you finally got the courage to escape, to run, and now you're content that you finally have a life that no longer included him.
-
"Sir, are you sure?" A raspy male voice asked through the phone.
"Yes I'm sure" Y/n's father angrily answered through the phone, "Find her and her mother and make sure they can't use the information they stole from me! Use any force necessary."
"But sir, that's your daughter—"
"I DONT GIVE A SHIT!" He yelled, "That ungrateful little brat has been conspiring against me for as long as I can remember, if the media didn't pick up that I had her in the first place, I would've left her to rot with her mother from the beginning."
"But sir, what would your image look like when your ex wife and child are found dead knowing that you and her mother had a terrible dispute back then?"
"I can handle that" he mused, "A few shed tears, a few words said and people would be eating that shit up for days. If anything it might even help me gain sympathy for the upcoming elections. So do as you must, stage an accident, hide their bodies, I really don't care, just find me the evidence they took and make sure that there are no witnesses, do you understand?"
.ೃ࿔ I just can't come in between them, they got their own thing or 6 times people thought they were dating + the 1 time it was actually true.
"So, you're dating?" the new camper looks between her and Percy after they gave him the tour around camp.
Ah, the long awaited question.
And the answer never changes. "No, we're friends, why?"
Once again, the camper looks between her and Percy, who's standing just behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her head comfortably resting back on his chest. "Oh, nothing, I just thought—"
Yes. Everyone just thought. Everyone just thought they were together, and everyone was always shocked when it turned out they were merely friends.
Percy and her couldn't understand it at all, because it was totally normal for friends to act the way they acted with each other. Right?
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the ponytail incident
It is, obviously, totally normal for friends to want to help each other out before combat. So, of course Percy knows exactly how to tie her hair into a perfect ponytail.
Shouldn't everyone know that?
Who can blame him if he knows his best friend so well that he can easily notice her discomfort with her hair falling on her face when she's sparring? And who can blame him if he wants to help? That's what best friends do.
So he doesn't see anything wrong with standing behind her after she calls for time out, his fingers gently carding through her hair, gathering it into a ponytail, twisting it with practiced fingers and securing it with the hair tie that he just happens to have on his wrist.
"Thanks, Perce." She says, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary.
"Dude, how do you even know how to make a ponytail to begin with?" Leo asks when he hangs back and she goes back to sparring.
"She hates when her hair falls on her face." He shrugs, like there's no more explanation needed.
Leo doesn’t understand, he doesn't know if he wants to, "You do realize you're in love, right?"
But Percy isn't even listening, his eyes already fixed on her and his smile growing when he sees her more relaxed without her hair bothering her.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the necklace and hairtie
Yes, it's completely and totally normal if she wears a necklace with her best friend's initial around her neck.
It isn't even that noticeable— just a small, golden "P" that rests on her collar bone. Cute and meaningless. She just likes jewelry. This one she especially likes, since she wears it every day.
Clarisse has never noticed it before, but now that she stands in front of her while they drink water after training, the gold necklace manages to catch her attention, sparkling under the sun tauntingly.
Clarisse squints her eyes at it. "Is that... a 'P' on your necklace?"
She lowers her water bottle and smiles, and oh— Clarisse already knows what's coming just by the silly smile on her face. "Yes, for Percy."
"How is that—" Clarisse stops herself with a sigh. "Nevermind."
She's tired of questioning it.
Meanwhile, Percy carries a hair tie on his wrist. Because friends should be prepared for when their best friend needs a hair tie, of course. There’s nothing else to it.
People don't notice at first, it's a simple black hair tie, nothing to question.
But Percy fiddles a lot with it during meetings, snapping it against his skin when he's bored. And he doesn’t let anyone take it or borrow it from him, "anyone has an extra hair tie?" and he's silent because he's sure as hell not giving his.
Nobody really understands why until he ends up losing it and he's frantically looking around for it as if it's such a precious object he just lost and not a simple hair tie.
"Hey do you know if I left the hair tie in your cabin last afternoon?" He asks her when they sit together for breakfast.
"No, but you can have this one if you want." And it's that simple. He nods. And she takes it off her hair to give it to him.
This one is not even a black hair tie, but rather a lilac scrunchie that definitely clashes with his orange camp shirt. But Percy is grinning like a child opening christmas gifts, and you best believe he won't lose this one.
"Is that her scrunchie on his wrist?" Katie Gardner squints at him when he walks past her table.
"Yes, and he's wearing it like it's a promise ring."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the kiss on the cheek
And of course it's normal for her to greet him with a kiss on the cheek every time.
Hi? Kiss on the cheek. Bye? Kiss on the cheek. Training? Kiss on the cheek. Breakfast? Kiss on the cheek. Seeing him after capture the flag? Kiss on the cheek. It was simply her way of greeting. Him. Only him.
So when she was late for a cabin meeting and rushed past him with a distracted, "Morning, Perce!" without a kiss?
Percy kind of freezes. His eyes follow her as she walks away, looking like a kicked puppy.
He proceeds to spend the rest of the day sulking. No sign of her around. No kiss on the cheek. By dinner, he's still weirdly quiet.
Grover asks first. "Dude, are you okay? you look like a child that got his candy stolen."
"She didn’t kiss my cheek today." He mumbles, more to himself than to his friends.
Piper looks like she wants to throw her fork to his head. "Is this whole thing just because she didn’t kiss your cheek?"
"Why didn’t she? Did I do something wrong?" And he's pouting, dramatically sad about it.
Grover raises an eyebrow at Annabeth, but before any of them can say anything else— there she is, rushing to the table to take her usual seat beside Percy.
"Sorry guys, had a busy day today." She excuses herself and, like it's second nature, she leans to press a kiss against Percy's cheek. A greeting.
And every single one of his friends is able to witness the change in Percy's expression, the way his whole face just brightens. Long forgotten is the sadness and the sulking.
"How is this normal?" Annabeth shakes her head, going back to her food.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the picture on the wallet
Percy, as a good friend would, has memorized her usual order. "Chicken sandwich with no tomatoes and fries on the side, add honey mustard for those please."
"Does it change anything if I point out that you hesitated with your own order but not with hers?" Jason asks, looking at him as if he's simply ridiculous.
"That's what friends are for." Percy shrugs, taking out his wallet.
"So you know all your friends orders that way? I don't think-" Frank's words trail off when Percy opens his wallet. "What is that?"
Percy pulls out a few dollars before he realizes Frank is talking to him, his eyes fixed on his wallet. "Hm?" he looks down and he smiles at the photo. "Oh, that's y/n."
He proudly opens the wallet wider to allow both Jason and Frank to see the picture of little five year old y/n squinting at the camera with a wide grin and a bandaid on her nose. "Doesn’t she look cute?"
"I— uh— do you just carry it on your wallet?" Jason asks, genuinely taken by surprise.
"Well, yeah? She gave it to me ages ago." And he turns to pay, like he doesn't understand why they're so surprised about it.
Frank and Jason exchange looks and shake their heads in disbelief, meanwhile Percy is already distracted. "Hey do you have those chocolate chip cookies with the colorful little sprinkles on top? She likes those."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ pink lilies and cherry-minted lip balms
Friends get each other flowers, right? At least, Percy will if he casually spots flowers while grocery shopping with his mom.
It's not his fault that he finds a bouquet of pink lilies, her all time favorite flowers, right when he's walking past the flower stand. They are basically calling for him.
When Sally Jackson looks up from her cart and finds his son holding a bouquet, she smiles knowingly.
"Is there any special dates coming soon?" She teases, knowing exactly what this is about.
"Oh?" He looks down, as if he just realized he's holding flowers. "Oh these? they just remind me of y/n, so I might aswell get them for her."
Sally nods, she doesn't question it, she doesn't try to understand it. Because she already knows.
Except sometimes it really is unbelievable that his son is so oblivious, Sally gets to realize this when she takes a lip balm from the racks by the cash register. "Maybe I should get y/n one of these, she likes them, doesn’t she?"
Percy hums, distracted by placing the groceries on the checkout belt. "Yep, just make sure to get the one that tastes like cherry-mint, you know? the one in the little pot with the silver lid, it's her favorite."
"Percy, how can you know how it tastes?"
Silence.
Percy stops mid-putting the bread down and realizes what he just did.
"I guessed." he replies simply.
Because he's not about to confess to his mother that he knows that's the lip balm she has been wearing since he kissed her for the first and only time when they were twelve.
So what? they had just been friends who had never kissed anyone before. It just seemed fitting at the time that they should share their first kiss with each other.
And it's totally normal if maybe he simply made a mental note not to ever forget her favorite lip balm. Because he's a good friend.
"Perseus, you are unbelievable."
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the date
Percy felt as if it was perfectly normal to be worried about his best friend going on a date, but worried to the point of sulking the entire day? completely normal.
Yes. She has a date. With some guy Percy didn’t even bother learning the name of. Percy had only focused on the sheer audacity of this guy to be charming enough to get her flowers—roses, seriously? and ask her out.
But it's normal for him to be a little protective over his best friend. That's all it is. He just doesn't want her getting hurt by some dude that didn’t even bother trying to get her favorite flowers.
That's the only explanation for the way he felt something inside him twisting when he saw her before she had to leave for the date, looking all pretty and smiling brightly to go out with some other guy.
That's why he doesn’t do much the whole day, he can't be bothered with training or joining his friends on their impromtu day at the lake. And by the time the night falls, he has been on his cabin for hours, glaring at the ceiling for more time than he'd like to admit.
It's past lights out when there’s a soft knock coming from his door. And before he can even react, she opens the door and slips inside, still in that dress that looks like it's been made just for her, her heels clicking as she holds them in her hand.
Most of the times, she lingers on the door to wait for Percy to give her permission to step inside— as if he would ever tell her to leave. But not this time, this time she walks quickly and doesn’t even stop at the edge of the bed or sits like she always does.
No, this time she simply crawls into bed with him.
"Hey, how did—" He gets cut off when she suddenly wraps her arms around him, burying her face against his chest.
"Missed you." Her voice is muffled against his chest, but he's able to understand. "So much."
Percy wraps his arms around her waist almost instictively, pulling her closer to him. "You saw me this afternoon."
"Still missed you." She replies. "Especially after that date."
He chuckles softly, his fingers carding through her hair, her fingers curl slightly against his shirt, and he tightens his hold around her. And it feels right.
"Was it that bad?" He asks, keeping his tone light, as if he didn’t spend the whole day brooding.
"So bad." There’s no hesitance. "He talked about himself the whole night, barely asked anything about me. And when he did, and I brought you up, he got all weird."
Percy's hands stop on her hair for a second, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Weird?"
She shifts slightly, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. "He told me that we should probably distance ourselves a little because people thought we were dating and he almost didn’t ask me out because of you."
"That's ridiculous." Percy laughs, but it even surprises him how forced it sounds, how his stomach twists.
She pulls away now, barely really, just enough to look at him. "Yup, ridiculous, right?"
They both look at each other, her fingers still curled in his shirt, his arms still securely wrapped around her waist. And neither of them moves.
After a moment, he whispers, as if he couldn't allow himself to speak any louder because it might break the whole thing. "Have you ever thought that maybe... it isn't so ridiculous?"
His heart is pounding, his gaze glued to her, waiting for a response. "Yes, maybe it isn't ridiculous, maybe—"
Percy doesn’t let her finish her sentence, he can't. Because the moment she confirms what he has been thinking about, it's like his body moves instinctively, his lips suddenly crashing against hers.
Cherry-mint lips welcoming his like they've been waiting for this for a long time, his hand brushing over the delicate chain around her neck, fingers pausing just for a second on the tiny gold letter that hangs on it.
And it's exactly what it should be. Soft. Sure. Familiar. Comforting. And even better than that first time they kissed back when they were twelve year-old kids convinced that all they could ever be was friends.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ the kiss
The next morning, nobody notices the change— because there has not been any evident change in the way they act. Everyone just thinks that the clingyness, the kisses on the cheek, the hugs, are just part of the routine already.
Until they're getting ready for capture the flag and, as usual, Percy helps her with her ponytail. It isn't anything that people haven't seen already, No. So everyone just rolls their eyes at them, mumbling about how oblivious they are.
"How many more months do you think will take them to finally realize?" Clarisse mumbles, putting on her helmet.
"Who knows? It could be years, they—" Grover's words die on his mouth when Percy suddenly leans to kiss her.
Kiss her. Percy is kissing her. In front of everyone.
He doesn’t even realize that people have stopped to look at them, because as he pulls away, the only thing worth his attention is her smile as he says. "You'll do great out there, angel."
"I swear if you tell me you're only friends after that, Jackson." Leo tells him after she runs off to go find her spear.
Percy chuckles, his smile bright, his eyes still fixed on her. "Friends? No, that's my girl."
so basically I made this cringe kny x reader a few years ago when I was younger, so I’m gonna be drawing some scenes from each chapter. (nezuko is genderbent in the story bc yes)
y/n is kinda like Inosuke, clueless and sht
let me know if y’all want context
ah sht I forgot to color the ends of nezuko’s hair ☹️
Ghost stories around the city whisper about a creature in the forest. They describe it as a moth like monster that only brings misfortune and death.
But what will you do as you learn these silly ghost stories are true flesh and bone… and now haunting you?
pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader
wc: 12.9k
warnings & tags: 18+ only MDNI, monster x human relationship, loose interpretation of the mothman legends and stories, death mentions, protectiveness & obsession that can be read as slight yandere like, lot of bug discussion, monster transformation with a touch of body horror, wound licking, blood & tear consumption, magical healing, car accident, allusion to f!oral receiving, kidnapping, character deaths (this ends happy I promise) feral and lovesick Gojo, if there is anything I missed please let me know!
a/n: this is my first submission to @willowser Haunted House Collab and I’m so honored to be part of this! Thank you for putting this together dear Willow! The title is from the lovely Hozier song. Also a big thanks to @skeletoncowboys for letting me scream about this monster & to @stellamancer for always being my dearest comrade in Gojo hell, enjoy and thanks for reading! Stay spooky!
Your grandfather once told you he believed butterflies were fairies and moths were angels.
It made sense to your child logic that butterflies could be fairy creatures. You even imagined fairies had butterfly wings. But, you had argued back in disgust that moths couldn’t be angels.
“Now now,” your grandpa had laughed. “Why can’t moths be angels?”
He gently explained moths were mainly seen in the evening and around light. He believed moths were the forms angels took to keep watch over everyone late in the night when no one believed they were being protected
“And,” he told you with all his sweet patience. “Something like a moth that loves the light can’t be bad.”
Scientifically you now understand moths mainly were nocturnal as a survival instinct for less predators and more opportunities for prey. Some were even active during the daytime. But your grandfather's words stay with you, etched into your heart.
He is why you are here after all.
The campus at night always holds a certain hollowness.
However, the storm that blew in yesterday continues looming with ominous clouds in the sky. It cast an early darkness against the city. The thick haze feels as if something could slink out of the shadows.
When you slip out of the research lab building there, against the light outside, one lone white moth flutters in the air.
Quickly glancing around the campus stretches out before you a vacant lot. In that moment of surveying, delicate wings rapidly flutter fast and wild against your face.
“Ack!” A surprised squawk leaves you at the moth’s sudden charge.
“I told you!” You hiss out waving the bug away. “You could’ve waited for me at home.”
The moth, outraged by your words, rushes against your face harder. Silk wings flap hard while it continues waving around your line of sight in a flurry.
“Calm down, you big baby!” You snap back annoyed and start stomping towards your car.
Now the little insect stops its fluttering attack to gently land on your face. As the bug travels across your cheek, its presence is a gentle tickling sensation. It finally stops and rests against you.
“Happy now?” You mutter low praying no one spots you with a large white moth on your face.
“I’m gonna pick up dinner. So are you getting in the car or meeting me back home?” You speak casual yet still within a low mutter.
With a delicate tickle again, the moth scurries across your cheek then across your nose making your lips twitch in a slight giggle.
Then the creature flutters away, your answer.
The pizzeria you end up at is adorably cozy. You spotted it during the drive to and from campus. Once you read the online reviews and got their blessing you decided to check it out.
Christmas lights hang from the takeout counter where you wait for your order. There’s even a quaint bar-like area. But what catches your attention is the small section of things littering the walls behind the counter.
It reminds you of a scrapbook.
Various newspaper clippings clutter one side. A few blurry photos are folded and pinned to the board. Plenty of hand drawn images scatter among the collage and they range from adorable to terrifying.
All of these things are about one single moth creature.
The board itself is even titled -
The Moth’s Nest.
Moth nests can be disastrous. They infect fast and are hard to exterminate. Plus once they create a nest, infestation is soon to follow.
“Ah, looking at our board.” A smooth voice purrs into the air and you turn towards it in slight embarrassment.
A beautiful blonde woman grins at you from behind the counter now.
“I heard the town had a moth thing but this…” from the drawings, which all included a strange humanoid like creature, this is far from the high moth population count it was known for.
The woman barks an amused laugh and it crinkles her rather lovely eyes.
“You could say that,” she grins. “You new here?”
“Sort of.” You nod. You’ve been here for almost a full semester now and you wonder if the newness will ever melt away.
“Well then, welcome to town!” The woman’s name is Yuki and for being a newcomer she pays for your pizza.
“Even though you got this for takeout, why don’t you stay? Eat here and keep me company.” She winks and you happily slide into the open seat she pulls up for you at the checkout counter.
“So what’s a lovely thing like yourself doing here?” Yuki asks smoothly and you almost choke on your first bite.
After she cackles a warm charismatic laugh, you swallow through your surprise and tell her.
“An en-tah what?” She caws confused like a bird and even her furrowed brows make you snicker.
“An entomologist,” you clarify.
In simple terms, you study bugs.
“Oh!” Yuki’s eyebrows fly fast up into her bangs as her eyes twinkle excitedly. “So you’re all about the creepy crawlers then.”
“Not all of them,” you reply back friendly.
You favored Odonatology and Lepidopterology.
The studies of dragonflies, damselflies, butterflies and in this case-
Moths.
“Well now,” Yuki grins and turns to glance at the board. “Looks like you’re in the right place to find moths.”
It was one of the reasons why you chose this program. The university boasted a plentiful and hands-on ecosystem to explore right within the town’s backyard. You just never expected an urban legend to come attached to the critter population.
Curiously you nudge your face towards the odd journalistic collection and ask about it.
Yuki’s face melts into a wistful look that casts a surprising shadow on her.
“It’s a creature that apparently lives in the woods…” she begins, low and steady.
No one knew how or when it began inhabiting the forest. Some argued it’s a simple folklore meant to scare rowdy kids from venturing into the woods.
“The stories say it’s an actual demon.” Yuki explains.
“There’s a belief that anyone who sees it either dies soon after or calamity befalls the town.”
Yuki’s words conjure up a poisonous fear. She adds how any sight of the cryptid, even in the strongest of nonbelievers, brought a sense of unease.
“But,” Yuki shrugs easily turning back to you. “Some people say that thing is a hero.”
The word hero gets tangled in your ribs
Your new friend explains there are those who have seen the beast and lived to tell a different tale.
Multiple children on different occasions have got lost in the woods. Yet, they always found their way out. Most of them claimed the moth creature helped them.
“There’s even an elderly man who went hiking and still swears up and down that thing saved him from getting attacked by a mountain lion.” Yuki comments.
“That’s a big claim.” You admire the thought of this monstrous creature possibly being a silent guardian. However, it festers something dangerous in your heart that weaves a sticky web.
The pizza on your plate grows cold. The lone drink you were nursing now is a watered down mess. You’ve lost your appetite and decide to head home.
There’s not much for your mind to process. It feels like the same sensation of walking out of a horror film and trying to understand what you saw. You try to rationalize this disorienting simply the same sensation you’d also get hearing ghost stories at sleepovers.
Yuki urges you with a warm charm that you’ll come and visit again, you promise her you will.
Walking out with leftovers in the box, the night greets you with a soupy fog. The lingering storms coat the streets in a mystic cloud.
You wonder if this clouded fog is inside your mind as well.
You’re about to take a step out into the parking lot when a horrifying animalistic shriek pierces the air.
It sounds distorted, a static shrill cry summoned from an ancient abomination.
The screech shoots straight into your bones startling you and making you jump in a pause.
In that moment a car speeding way too fast for a parking lot flies by you. It drives by with a whirling speed rattling the wind.
The noise, the shriek, stopped you from stepping out into the car’s path.
You mind buzzes, maybe too much. The gloomy air seeps into your skin and brings a heaviness over your body. You exhale shakily trying to just settle yourself as you head home.
When you return to the tiny closet of your apartment, there outside against the balcony door your white moth flutters furiously waiting for you.
Sliding the door open you’re about to greet your extra house guest until the text chime on your phone draws your attention away.
As you check your phone charging on the couch, a sudden thud lands against your apartment floors. The flapping of wings flutters into the room.
Before you can even turn around, a shadow falls over you. The presence of something large looms like a ghost, silent and steady yet radiating a chill besides you. Then a firm fuzzy face suddenly dives into the side of your neck burrowing against your skin.
“You need to be more careful.” A voice crystal and aware, yet flickering as if it speaks through the branches of the woods, clicks at you.
You think of the car that blazed by.
“It happens and I’m okay.” You reassure.
The inhuman face hiding in your neck draws back. Then a firm head soon enough gently butts against yours. The action jolts you out of your thoughts and you rapidly turn towards the heaviness leaning against you.
Crawled straight from the shadow of the woods, from the whispers of terrified stories, the creature before you still doesn’t seem real.
You think of Yuki and the moth’s nest board at the pizza shop. All the pictures depict the creature with haunting crimson eyes.
You wish you could have told Yuki the monster’s eyes aren’t red, but instead a piercing sky blue.
And instead of two eyes, the creature holds six beautiful eyes all over his face.
All six eyes of those eyes blink at you with the depth of a haunted lake shimmering within their gaze.
-.⊹˚₊⋆˙↟☾↟˙⋆₊˚⊹.-
“Why do you want to study insects?”
Discovering the cryptid could talk was honestly more surprising than discovering he was real.
Also, he had a name.
“Sa-to-ru.” He had told you, pronouncing its syllables as if your little human brain might not get it. It made you scowl. Yet the name itself sounded like something that fluttered out of the forest breeze.
Currently the moth creature, Satoru, sits happily on your apartment balcony under the dark cover of night. You have articles you need to read, lab reports to finish. But, you stay sitting on the floor beside him.
“My grandfather studied them.” You explain, giving the same answer you always do when this question is asked.
“He loved almost every type of bug there was.”
“Sounds like my type of human.” The moth amusedly chitters. “Love to meet him.”
“Honestly, he would’ve loved to meet you too.” You truthfully admit and almost grin thinking of how excited your grandpa would’ve been to see this creature.
“Unfortunately, he passed away a few years ago.” You add simply.
“Oh.” The cryptid replies quietly. “I’m sorry.”
You politely thank him.
“Is he the one besides the moth?”
You’re surprised Satoru even noticed that.
The frame sits on your eclectic shelf filled with books and trinkets. There’s two pictures in that frame. One is a photo of your grandfather during his days when he moved out here to teach at the university you currently attend. The other photo is you and him both holding up big nets when you were a little weed of a thing looking so happy besides him.
Besides those photos is his favorite sketch.
“It’s a luna moth, right?” He’s right again. Though, you’re not surprise he recognized it.
“Yup, the lunar moth was his favorite.” You fondly agree.
Actias luna.
Your grandpa used it as his example of how beautiful and lovely moths could be.
“He’s a man of good taste.” The moth compliments and for some reason it tugs at your lips. You can almost hear your grandfather's voice warmly boasting in pride.
“I wanna show you something, little human.” The moth quickly changes topic and when you turn to him, you find him grinning.
Rows of dangerous sharpened fangs flash within his mouth. They are a visible warning to not trust this creature, but you do.
“After your class this week, I’ll take you somewhere.” Satoru urges.
“Are you going to eat me?” You ask a bit stunned.
Satoru laughs, a flickering chirping noise that bounces off your apartment balcony.
“Oh little human, if I did eat humans I would’ve done that already.”
You glare at him but sighing you agree to whatever he has in store for you.
On your last class of the week, there outside against the campus street light your white moth flutters excitedly.
You think about how dangerous it is that he sticks around campus, even in this form.
With a rapid flurry he flies around your face. You can’t help but snort at the tickling sensation.
“Yeah I’m here, let’s go.” You tease.
Under the twilight hazee, you follow the moth into the woods.
The setting sun casts a shadow over the stretching forest. The trees silently watch your hesitant trek as you follow the moth further into the thickness.
Eventually you’re in the heart of it. No noise greets you, not even the rustling of birds or the fleeing of other animals. It’s as if in this depth all life had stilled. No movement or sign of life encroaches into this space. You realize this might have been the most ridiculous idea, following this cryptid myth into the unknown.
Suddenly the moth stops in front of a large solid tree.
“This is what you wanted to show me?” You’re a bit confused. The insect flutters around you in a huffy flight then goes to spin around the tree.
Satoru himself now slides out from behind the tree in his humanoid form.
“It’s not just a tree.” His six eyes narrow at you annoyed. Your eyes roll exhausted with him already.
“Do you trust me?”
The question surprises you.
Hesitantly you nod, a quiet yes. Satoru then effortlessly scoops you into his arms as if you weigh nothing.
A wild squeak escapes you. His firm arms hold you in his grasp and your mind starts scrambling being this close to him. The fur of his body tickles your arms and the solid warmth of him curls around you.
Satoru’s chittering laugh bounces among the trees.
He then takes flight.
You swallow back a petrified screech threatening to escape and simply let the wind rush around you. A solid thud comes, a landing.
“Open your eyes, little human.” Satoru whispers excited.
You hadn’t realized you had closed them.
The nest before you is a cobwebbed cocoon. You had never seen one this big. The opening of it is carved out wide, a webbed open maw with secrets trying to draw you in.
“Go in, you can see more.” His wistful voice skitters out playful, so light it could get caught in the tree branches.
He’s eager to show you this.
Hesitantly you lean into the nest just to glance inside.
It’s actually rather cozy. Webs and branches twist in a delicate pattern to create a solid enclosing. Leaves scatter the inside floor that is rather large. You can even imagine his large form curled in here cat-like as he sleeps.
“So? What do you think?” He asks with an anticipated edge blooming in his voice. He’s showing you his home.
You remember when he first showed himself to you, even gave you his name.
The logical reasoning within you thought many times about studying this cryptid. There was even a fleeting moment you considered capturing him and returning him back to the lab.
Now you are here discovering his home. You find yourself wanting to unearth as much as you can of this incredibly infuriating but wonderfully interesting creature.
“It’s nice!” You earnestly admire the space. Yet, the truth whispers a harrowing fact.
The bigger the nest, the bigger the infection and danger.
So you instead turn to glance out to the forest around. You’re so high above in the canopy of the trees. Silence seems to settle thicker here among the sky and it mingles with the evening darkness.
The forest, even as tranquil as it appears, holds a sense of loneliness you can’t fully describe.
“Have you been here at this spot for long?”
He chirps a humming yes.
“The high placement keeps me safe and away from prying eyes.” Among the trees and leaves he is simply a shadow.
“Do people try to hunt you?” That grim thought arrives.
“A few try, but no one’s even come close.” A cocky pride brims in Satoru’s tone.
You understand why people would try and search for him. But to hunt him like some prized sport? So you have to ask why.
“Besides some humans believe killing me will solve and save them from all their disasters, a select few who want me for other purposes.” Satoru muses as his antennas twitch.
“What other purposes?” You glance back at the cryptid perched on the solid large branch beside you.
In the dark, all six eyes glimmer with an animalistic reflection, a haunting gleam and reminder of the creature's true nature before you.
All those months ago, these multiple eyes stared at you from the edge of the woods by your apartment and the campus like silent terrors. Now they watch you with intent safety right by your side.
“There’s an old legend…” Satoru answers. “It says my kind could bring someone back from the dead.”
The words spark a curious flame in you.
“Wait, really? Is it true?”
The moth being simply shrugs, an action so human you almost want to laugh.
“Some believe it. That’s enough to hunt my kind.”
So many questions cluster in your mind. You wonder more about his kind, about him. Yet there is no way to scoop all those questions out.
All you can do is gaze out at the scenery before you.
The trees pierce the darkness with their own spiked tendrils. The night sky blankets above you with twinkle stars, glimmering pockets of faint light so clear.
Yet, for some reason this again feels so lonely.
Even with the stretching comforting woods, you can’t shake the sensation of solitude slipping out.
“So why do you still stick around?” You suddenly ask not even understanding why yourself.
“What? Around you or here?” He asks.
“Both.”
A chirp of a sigh comes, heavy with an ancient weary.
“I’ve thought about leaving, migrating somewhere else, somewhere safer.” His voice drops gently, a small click in the wind.
“But…” His voice trails off even more delicate.
“Something just keeps…pulling me back here. Like I’m meant to be here. That I’ve been waiting for something.” You’ve never heard him this wistful and distant.
Then his response also has you curious.
“Do you have any idea what it is?” You cautiously and gently press.
“No idea.” His answer is rapidly too casual that you snort, shaking your head.
“And why am I still hanging around you? Who knows, maybe I just like to bug you.”
The pun isn’t lost especially on you and you groan annoyed even though a smile twitches at your lips.
Among the shade of stars and shadow of the forest, you sit with a creature of the darkness.
-.⊹˚₊⋆˙↟☾↟˙⋆₊˚⊹.-
The moth had first appeared at your window balcony dancing around the light like an ethereal wisp of a spirit. It happily flew around you and even spun around your entire apartment. You eventually had to shoo it out.
For a while, it was simply you and this strangely persistent moth.
After that, six eyes began appearing at night at the edge of the woods. Strange clicks like howls erupted in the air, haunting lingering sounds that rattled you.
That same week the moth showed up to your apartment flying in a bit of distress. The wings of it flapped slower and you wondered if it was dehydrated or dying.
As you had opened the sliding door to the balcony, that’s when you first witnessed it.
Like butterflies, moths go through a similar life cycle of emerging from a pupa or chrysalis. The new adult insects must crawl out of its old cocoon. The process is the blend of life and destruction.
You discovered the same applied to moth creatures.
The wings fell first then the twisting and emergence of a body from the small frame transformed to life a fully formed creature.
That first time the moth creature metamorphosed on the balcony you screamed so loud your neighbor across the hall came worriedly to check on you.
You had hoped it was all just a bad dream…
Now when you return home early, that monster rests in your bed instead of lurking under it like all the scary stories whisper where monsters lie.
Curled within the sheets, burrowed deep and taking up the entire frame, the creature slumbers. You barely can spot Satoru underneath all the pillows. A few of your shirts peek out from the swirl of blankets and you try not to linger on that.
The messy twisted bed cocoon however does make you think of the grand nest you saw.
A faint snore grumbles out into the room. The muffled animalistic noise should frighten you. Instead it echoes a soothing rumble as you go to make dinner.
In the meditative process of cutting, claws scratching against the tile floor startles you. Your heart skips at the sudden noise and your face whips to the entryway.
In this form, the moth cryptid has to hunch from touching the ceiling.
Satoru’s imposing frame fills up the entire space even with his thick wings folded to his body. The intricate beautiful antennas on top of his head flicker curious. Among the monstrous features, human-like qualities are visible in his arms, his legs, and the core of his body. Yet even in that familiarity, he is covered in sleek fur.
The sigh of this unbelievable being in this tiny kitchen almost has you laughing. Months ago this would have made you scream in terror. Now, his existence has settled into your life a strange blooming metamorphosis.
Then all six of Satoru’s clustered eyes go wide in terror.
His talons rattle rapidly on the floor as he scurries to your side.
“Your hand.” He comments sharply.
Glancing down, blood trickles over your hand and drips softly onto the cutting board. The cut thankfully isn’t deep, simply sliced the top of your finger.
“Guess that means I’m ordering out.” You mutter.
However your new companion immediately snags your hand.
Satoru’s grasp is hard, a terrified clutch as if he’s worried the cut will worsen. Flickering your gaze to him now, all six eyes focus at your hand with a startling petrified seriousness.
“I’m fine.” You reassure. “Let me just grab a band aid.”
The creature’s firm hold is unrelenting, refusing to budge even as you tug to release your hand.
“Hey-” you’re about ready to chide him and urge him to let go-
Until the moth cryptid leans down and with a long thin tongue begins licking at your wound.
Air gets knocked out of your lungs.
You mind can’t process the sight but the wet tickle of his tongue swiping along your skin grounds you. Satoru’s tongue swipes frantically and fast, a panic.
A dangerous heat runs up your arm and claws at your chest. This shouldn’t feel this intimate. Yet, it does.
You can’t even exclaim in surprise because in the small dimly lit kitchen, the moth has you under his spell.
Instead of the panic, there’s now an eased almost lazy and leisurely lap at your skin. The way his tongue slides across you is as if he’s trying to savor you. It slithers with a reverence between your knuckles, across your fingers, and your mind slowly melts.
Then with one last slow deliberate lick, Satoru draws back.
A daze has fallen over your foggy mind filled with smoke until you blink and notice your cut is gone.
Blood faintly lingers around his mouth, coloring the white fur of his face and it should scare you. And it does but the fear comes from how gorgeous he looks, and knowing it’s your blood…
The thin tongue immediately darts out to lick at the bloody traces.
The sight teeters into an overwhelming sensation and you forcibly break your focus to glance back at your healed hand.
“You have healing powers?” You croak out trying to process the sight.
“No.” For a creature that lives in the woods, he understands sarcasm rather well.
You glare at the creature who now tilts his face away. He avoids your eyes as he fiddles with the edge of your shirt.
“Moths can't heal.” You comment.
“I’m not like a typical moth now am I, little human?”
That damn nickname.
Annoying as Satoru is, you still can’t believe the sight of your healed fingers.
“Thank you for healing me.” You mutter still not able to process but are grateful all the same.
The moth creature hums a proud amused thing you quietly ignore.
Moths didn’t have healing properties. Hawk Moths could recreate antioxidants in their body to replenish themselves. You wonder if that’s how Satoru operates with his abilities.
Another part of you, one that sounds warmly like your grandfather’s voice, whispers that the creatures of this world simply hold mysteries we may not ever know.
You suppose the cryptid refusing to leave your side is the solidified truth of that.
Suddenly Satoru’s head softly plops against the top of yours.
With soft gentle rumbles he rubs his face into your hair.
“You know,” you begin softly as your fingers itch to run up against his fur. “You don’t have to keep sticking around here.”
“Hm?” Satoru hums out a bit dreamily.
“You can go back to where you’re from. You don’t need to keep staying with me out of obligation for freeing you or feeling like… you have a debt you want to repay.” You breathe the words out firmer.
The nuzzling against your head stops.
“Oh?” Satoru begins with a curious chirp. “That’s not why I stay.”
His confident reply stills you.
“Like I said maybe I just like bugging you.” He grins coy. “And besides, I stay because eating the fabric of your clothes is pretty nice free food and I like scaring away any humans that might come by.”
“You bring me closer to buying an electric fly swatter!” You screech and swat him away.
“Aw, don’t be like that!” He whines and flutters his wings almost taken back.
You ignore him and his annoying clicks vying for your attention while you order dinner for the night.
“I forget…Humans are so easily annoyed. You most especially.” He says bristly and it’s the last straw.
Healing your arm or not, this creature manages to wiggle under your skin in a way that no one else has. You blame the damn moth for how on edge you feel. Yet the truth lies in the strange unfathomable heat still brewing under your skin.
As you leave you get food you stare at him hard. You sling the balcony door open, a silent demand he leaves. His multiple eyes, shimmering sapphires, search your face.
“I see...” His reply is a brisk breeze.
Turning your back to him, you head to grab your keys. You don’t even see him leave and instead stomp to head out.
You even fully close your bedroom window. It’s the crack of an entrance you’ve recently been leaving open that allows him to flutter in when he’s a smaller moth.
Now as leave you’re thankful for the momentary space from the infuriating infestation.
Against the early night sky the pizzeria glows an electric beacon against the darkness. Clamoring chatter and an upbeat song greet you when you step inside. You’re not surprised it’s packed on a night like this.
Yuki yells a bright excited welcome at you from across the restaurant and it warms you.
Now leaning at the bar your attention can't help but find its way to the bulletin board by the entryway. Even with the annoyance and conflicting desire, seeing the arranged clutter about the local moth creature draws out a strange sinking feeling within you.
“You interested in the bug?”
A deep rumble of a voice drips out smooth and breaks your focus immediately.
Turning to the side, you discover you’re not alone at the bar.
The man is thick, solidly built and strikingly handsome. He seems older than you, with an aged weathered dignified presence about him. With only black hair and a scar across the corner of his lip, he sits looking bored at the counter with a toothpick in his mouth.
“It’s interesting.” You admit truthfully.
“Think the bug is real?” The man questions with the faintest hint of curiosity.
You shrug again. “Anything is possible I guess.”
“Indeed it is.” Now his voice holds an interested purr that sticks to your skin in an uncomfortable way.
Your eyes flicker back to him and you find his attention however is on the board.
“Some say it’s a demon.” He suddenly adds.
“I’ve heard.” You agree calmly.
“Whatever it is…it’s bad luck.” The mystery man says briskly.
You heard that as well.
“Some say it’s not.” For some reason, a small protective spike rises in you and you even think about Yuki calling it a hero.
“Yeah well, everyone can read an omen wrong I guess.” His words cast a dangerous thickness into the air that slithers up your skin.
“Besides, there’s an old legend I heard once.” he continues.
“It says…if a moth flies into your home it means someone is going to die.”
Dread crashes into your body and consumes you quickly. You’ve never heard that saying before and it bubbles an awful bile in your stomach making you feel sick.
“That’s awful.” You can’t help but answer back sharply it even surprises you.
You think of your grandfather, his belief moths were angels, and how that guided you to where you are now.
And you can’t help but think of the moth in question.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to upset you.” He leans back into his seat to stare at you.
No response for him seems to come to mind. If anything, a strange chill trickles down your spine as if you’re staring down a creature surveying and waiting to strike.
Yuki calls out your name and breaks your focus.
“Wish I could stay and chat but we’re a bit busy tonight!” She winks at you and now you grin, eased at her presence.
You wish her a good night and begin gathering your order to leave.
“Be careful out there.” The stranger mutters. Your eyes flicker to him. His attention is back on the slice of pizza before him.
“Don’t know what might be out there trying to fly into your house this time of night.”
His words create a sticky cobweb of emotions in you. You simply take your food and rush out.
Driving back to the apartment you glance at your hand fully healed and still lingering with the phantom sensation of the moth’s tongue licking at your skin.
You think of how effortlessly this strange creature carved a space in your life.
Now a sense of danger prickles against your skin, like the way the air tightens electric before a storm.
When you arrive home, a silent apartment greets you. The emptiness clouds your space and the walls creep in close and cold.
A piece of you expected him to return, maybe even hoped. But trying to sort through those emotions again bubbles a strange ache in your chest.
Before you go to bed you slightly open your bedroom window and settle under the covers. Closing your eyes, you accept the silence and solitude lingering in your room and heart.
Sleep trickles in faintly. You fade in and out of being awake.
Then your bed shifts.
A heaviness immediately curls against you. The softest brush of moth wings graze your arm. Soft chirps, faint and delicate, float into the room.
Satoru’s face burrows against the top of your head, a silent apology.
This is new.
He’s never done this before. He’s never slept on your bed with you. But your heart races too fast in your chest and your mind still feels so clouded from this night that you can’t even react.
Or, you don’t want to react.
This is new, yes. But a wild desperation inside of you sinks its claws into this new proximity. You simply keep your eyes closed and shift to settle deeper into the bed, deeper into his warmth.
The smell of the brisk forest, clear and earthy, lulls you to sleep.
Waking up the next morning, you’re alone.
A part of you wonders if you dreamed his return.
Yet on your nightstand rests a sweet plucked wildflower that wasn't there before. It greets you a bright good morning.
-.⊹˚₊⋆˙↟☾↟˙⋆₊˚⊹.-
Your open apartment balcony door brings in a warm evening breeze. A favorite series of yours plays on the television as you grab another mouthful of popcorn.
“Can I have some?” Satoru whimpers.
“No.” You answer through the mouth of popcorn.
“So mean! Why are you so cruel to me, little human!?” He pouts and you simply ignore him.
Even with the moth creature crouching on the floor his body still looks frightfully full and large. His fur is fluffed out more and he almost looks adorable like this simply sitting beside you.
His presence should create a distorted sense of reality. Yet no sense of panic rises within you. If anything, only more curiosity has started gnawing in you.
What kind of moth species did he originate from? Where was he even originally from? Did he have a family?
“What’s your favorite human activity to do?” It seems you were not the only one curious.
Recently Satoru has begun pestering you with a plethora of questions from what foods did you like the most to these more strange human specific ones.
“Don’t know, I have a lot.” You answer truthfully.
You rationalize all the questions you have and that he even asks are mutual inquisitive curiosity about the other’s species, a chance to learn.
Except, for you, the source of your curiosity masquerades as a yearning you don’t want to hunt out yet.
“Humans are terrified of the oddest things.”
Satoru’s comment breaks your thoughts.
You turn towards the creature who stares at the television with all six eyes.
The series you had put on had been an old favorite of yours, supernatural and fantasy based. The main heroes in this episode were being terrorized by monsters that came alive from a children’s book of old fairy tales.
“Well this series is older so the effects and monster makeup isn’t all that impressive.”
“Not that.” The moth corrects you quickly. “I mean that creature isn’t even scary.”
You want to make a comment about how of course a creature that crawled from the woods and haunts a town would not find this terrifying.
“What are you afraid of?” Again the moth humanoid questions.
You shrug. “A lot of things.”
“You don’t need to be afraid of anything.” He chirps so matter of factly it surprises you. “Especially because I’m here now.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes at his cocky boast. Yet your heart flips at the protective claim.
“But…I do think humans may be the scariest creatures of all.” Satoru notes with a wistful distance in his voice.
You wonder if he’s trying to tease you or even be a bit poetically pessimistic.
“I agree.” You nod reaching for popcorn. “Humans can sometimes be scary.”
In all the beauty that comes with being human, you know there is a darkness that comes with the territory. The lovely prickle of rain starting to fall soothes you as the episode jumps to the next.
It’s one of your favorites. The main character gains a secret wish stone that transforms into her love interest because she desires and wishes for him most of all.
You rise to the kitchen to grab a drink.
“What do you wish for most, little human?”
His words stop you frozen. They come out so simple, a curious purr almost.
Your mind tries to reach towards something noble and grand like to wish for world peace or wish for climate change to end. You think of wishing for a better car, better apartment, to get rid of your money problems.
Yet it all cultivates into a simple easy response.
“Love, I guess.” It’s a simplified answer.
“That?” Even Satoru sounds dubious.
“Yeah…love. If you have love, then everything else sort of just falls into place.” With love at the cornerstone, everything can build from there.
A chittering like sigh dances into the room.
“Boring. At least say something interesting like an endless supply of sugar or something like that.”
You can’t help but snort at such a silly answer.
“Is that you’d wish for then?” You now ask the creature.
“Mhm…maybe. Or maybe something extra special your little human mind couldn’t comprehend.” Such a coy response only makes you roll your eyes.
But for some reason, that answer feels heavy like it needs to be unearthed. You don’t push the answer, or him.
As you clean up around the kitchen, you glance back to the living room. There Satoru rapidly consumes all your popcorn as fast as he can.
“You freaking pest!” You screech annoyed and he simply blinks his six blue marble eyes at you as if he did nothing wrong.
“I’m not a pest.” He replies innocently and it annoys you even more.
“You’re literally a moth! What is more pest-like than that?!”
Satoru’s monstrous face flickers. It faintly crumbles until his eyes hollow out a cold downcast.
“Right there? You just sounded just like every other human.” His words, low, raw and sharp, rip through you.
He doesn’t say it but you hear the undercurrent.
I thought you were better than that.
A festering ache swells in your chest as the weight of his words drag you under.
Quietly you start making two bowls of popcorn now. You grab the chocolate syrup. Satoru had a fierce sweet tooth. It took you by surprise when your gas station candy treat went missing and his sticky fur said enough.
So you drizzle plenty of chocolate over the salty snack then you quietly speak.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
A moment of silence fills the space.
“It’s alright little human... Sometimes I forget your little human brain makes so many mistakes like that. I can’t get too mad.” He chirps so bored.
You’re tempted now to throw away the chocolate popcorn.
Thankfully the air seems to lighten as you head back to the living room two popcorn bowls in hand.
There Satoru’s multitude of eyes are entirely glued to the television now. The familiar dialogue comes and you whip your attention to the screen as well.
The big realization between the main heroine and her love interest unfolds as he realizes what her wish manifested as.
The moment is heated, drenched in undeniable chemistry. The magnetic pull even has you entrapped. Then the love interest without hesitation pulls the heroine and kisses her with a fierce released love.
Now it feels so intimate, too raw to watch. You turn away under the guise of grabbing more popcorn.
“Is that how humans show affection?” Satoru’s voice is a curious twinkle of a chirp.
“Yup,” you weakly agree while you check your phone hoping to seem disinterested.
“Seems aggressive.” For some reason his disgusted comment makes you snort.
“Uh, it depends. Kissing is…” there’s much you can say on the manner but you simply shrug.
“It’s nice.” A simple but true answer.
“What’s it feel like?” The question drips with an inquisitive click but for some reason it slithers dangerously under your skin.
“Uh…again, it depends. There’s different types of kisses for different situations and the emotions can change with them.” You explain.
“Sounds complicated.” Satoru muses and you snicker relaxed with the episode ending.
“I thought you knew all about human interactions?” You now ask, curious yourself.
“Not in that way.” That’s fair.
“Or really…I’ve just never been interested in seeing humans interacting in that way.” He adds rather low.
“Until recently.” That addition he gives cuts across you as if it’s covered with sharp glass edges.
“Guess this series does that, even to moth creatures.” You lightly try diffusing whatever shift starts to swirl in the room and drag you into its current.
Satoru stays quiet, curled into himself and his wings. Very faintly his antennas droop, enough that you notice it.
Rain now steadily prattles on peacefully mixing with the episode playing. Yet in the silence your skin crawls with something unspoken you can’t evade.
You close your eyes hoping to avoid any more questions and pretend you’ve fallen asleep. Naturally, a nap overtakes you and you jolt awake when a text message brightly wakes you up.
“So what episode are we on?” You sleepily ask, noticing the cryptid hasn’t left. Evening would be arriving soon, the time Satoru normally slipped back into the woods.
“A weird one.” He mutters and now curiosity flickers in you over which episode it is.
Your eyes widen.
Of course it would be this one.
The heroine’s best friend falls in love with a monster living in a cave. It’s another one of your favorites. Now, the obvious reality sinks its fangs into your throat.
“This is the most ridiculous one by far.” Satoru scoffs. “No human would actually love a monster like this.”
His words deflate something in you. All the nerves and prickling emotions scatter.
“I don’t know.” You offer back lightly. “Maybe there’s something extra human to love a monster.”
All six eyes rapidly blink towards you. Their glassy yet sharp attention focuses so intently and it’s unnerving.
“You don’t mean that.” He snips and it distorts his voice more than normal.
You shrug.
“What do you mean by that?” He annoyingly asks, persistent.
What you mean is sometimes humanity can see through what society deems as monstrous and instead love the core of what a being is.
“I mean, it’s like what the episode says,” you nudge towards the television.
“If love is fanged even between humans, why can’t a monster find that same love?” You quote it vaguely but enough to capture the core.
The same goes for humans you explain.
“Cause like what we said earlier, humans are a bit scary from time to time right? A little bit monstrous ourselves?”
So why not settle with a love fanged and coated in the shadows.
The episode takes a shift when the heroine’s best friend greedily kisses the bat-like creature. An electric desire jolts across your spine as it dries your throat.
“I never knew humans could…desire something like this.” Satoru’s eyes now unabashedly stare at the television with a religious focus almost afraid to look away.
“Some do.” You try sounding casual, but your voice croaks.
A heavy fog clouds your mind. Before he can ask or comment anything else you brightly announce you’re going to take a shower. You scurry to the bathroom without even once glancing at the moth monster.
It’s a pathetic excuse but it’s early evening now. This decision isn’t entirely out of the blue. You just need to cool down and take yourself away from the moment.
However, under the weight of the water, under the heat of the steam, you try washing away the festering arousal seeping into your veins.
The episode flashes in your mind. Except this time you picture yourself in the arms of the towering moth creature.
This danger has been brewing well beneath the surface and now slips past its shackles.
It rips you open raw and wild, unrelenting in a way that a slick heat already pools between your legs. You should not, by all rational means, be attracted much less so attached to this monster. Yet, you are.
You remember how easily he swept you into his arms, how solid and built his frame is. He is stunning. You can’t even deny that.
You even think about how comforting a presence he was in your bed. Those thoughts melt and mutate dangerously.
Now, you imagine how warm and solid he would feel against you, between your legs. What he looks like drunk on pleasure-
Exhaling shakily, you turn the shower as cold as you can.
When you return to the living room after the shower, the sliding door is still wide open. Rain continues to twinkle its beautiful song into the living room, a living room now very vacant.
No moth creature is in sight and the bowl of chocolate drizzled popcorn remains untouched.
-.⊹˚₊⋆˙↟☾↟˙⋆₊˚⊹.-
In the research lab you grade quizzes from the class you work assisting with. This time during the week the lab is thankfully empty and it gives you time
to catch up on your articles and work.
A surprise knock however disrupts that peace.
Your advisor walks in with a warm grin. Besides her is the man from the bar.
A confused anxiousness seizes your heart and you try keeping your face composed.
You politely smile as your advisor calls your name.
“This is Toji Fushiguro. He’s an agent from the local conservation group trying to investigate where our dear little moth friend went.” Your advisor explains polite and casual.
Your heart sinks rapidly.
The unknown moth had been in a large observation box the first time you saw it.
It had been a new and recent find. Being a first year in the program, you simply were allowed to watch and observe the new species.
Bigger than a typical silk moth, the unidentified moth had beautiful intricate designs on its wings you’d never seen. The little creature was also incredibly feisty. On multiple occasions it flew into the side of the box as if trying to push its way out.
Now that glass enclosure sits empty.
“Do you think it would be alright if he asks you a few questions?”
You happily agree hoping that cooperating will divert any attention from yourself.
With a grin your advisor leaves the room to give you and Fushiguro space. Now alone with the man from the bar, he sleepy grins a coy amused thing.
“So, we meet again.” That deep voice sulks out with a lure that feels poisonous and sticky.
“We do.” You nod politely.
“Shouldn’t be surprised you’re a bug fan.” He scratches at his jaw and for some reason his casual attitude towards you twists your stomach.
You want to make a witty comeback but nothing comes to mind. Instead you stare down this mysterious man.
“What makes a cutie like you get into bugs huh?” He asks casually.
His eyes begin scanning the lab with that same boredom he wore at the restaurant bar.
“So when did ya let the moth escape?” His relaxed question makes you choke.
“Excuse me?!” You snap. “I didn’t let the moth out.”
Except you had.
The first night you stayed late at the lab you accidentally forgot to close the windows.
In that mishap, the moth escaped. You were thankful another class used the lab after you and disrupted the possibility of anything being pinned to you.
The department of course was a bit disheartened. However, everyone warmly joked about half of the job of being an entomologist is chasing after things way too fast to catch.
That happened months ago.
“I’m going to be honest with you.” Toji Fushiguro leans against the table with a brazen ease. “I’m here looking for that thing cause it’s dangerous.”
For some reason, you don’t fully believe him.
“Remember what I told you about moths? They’re bad luck.” His stare is unwavering and cold.
“That’s arguable.” You surprisingly fire back.
Toji Fushiguro shrugs. He slides his hands into his jogger pant’s pockets.
“If that’s all you wanted to discuss, then I need to ask you to please leave. I have work to do.” You answer sharp and composed.
He simply shrugs again and pushes himself off the table he leans against.
Without another word Toji Fushiguro simply heads to the door. Before he leaves the man stops.
“That bad luck I told you about? S’gonna catch up to you soon, pretty. Just want to give you a warning.”
It sounds like a threat instead of a warning.
At his words a venomous bile pools in your mouth and you almost want to snarl at this man. He leaves with just a casual wave of his hand and not another word.
The rest of the time in the lab you can’t focus on anything. You simply float in this strange inertia.
When you leave, no moth flutters outside to greet you.
A new wave of terror wiggles through your stomach.
Your apartment is also deadly silent. Worry prickles all over your body as you slide open the balcony door. You even peer out into the woods hoping to find six gleaming eyes staring out.
Yet only the darkness, eternal and empty, stares back an ancient unforgiving warning.
So try pushing aside this rattling worried energy. You try to make dinner, even put on a favorite movie for background noise.
Your mind however can’t leave the thought of Toji Fushiguro. Mainly, you worry about the absence of your moth. Fear eats away at you as if an actual creature has crawled inside.
And maybe he has.
You miss him. You miss Satoru. You’re worried about him.
He’s become a staple in your life, a strange fixture pestering you. You can’t imagine a day without his presence now.
Then a realization trickles in a slow and sticky truth.
He is a creature of the woods, a myth of the darkness. Maybe he never meant to be yours.
Now here you are. A selfish human simply trying to keep him all to yourself.
A sudden clash of something solid rams into the balcony rail. You can’t help but shriek.
Thee moth creature rapidly shoves his way into your living room. He crawls inside feral like something out of a horror movie.
“Satoru!” You cry out his name and rush towards him.
Satoru’s piercing sky eyes, all six of them, are wide and frantic. His gaze darts around the room. Then he begins sniffing around the space.
“Someone’s been in here.” Satoru’s voice drops, a waterlogged frantic gurgle.
“Wait what?” You ask terrified. “How do you know?
You start glancing around the room now and follow Satoru as he continues rapidly smelling the space. There are no signs of someone breaking in and entering. Nothing even seems out of place or stolen.
“I smell something new. It’s not either one of our scents.” Satoru’s voice drips with a sharp dread and it chokes you.
“What does that mean?” You croak trying not to get caught up in the terror and panic, but their current is so strong.
Suddenly Satoru whips around.
There in the hallway of your apartment he completely consumes the entire space with his imposing frame. The darkness of the hallway and dim lighting casts a grim shadow over him. His wide frantic eyes are animalistic, more than you’ve ever seen.
His shoulders heave with rapid breaths. In a blink Satoru suddenly crams his body against yours.
This giant of a monster curls down to crouch into you. His face begins rubbing against yours. Soft growl like purring rumbles into the air.
You can’t help but whimper his name as fear has you in its maw.
What’s going to happen? What could you do?
You try to voice these questions, these worries, but the words get tangled in your throat.
“Nothing will harm you.” Satoru snaps deadly as the edge of his tone wavers into a frayed growl.
Those strange humming clips and chirps he makes float into the air while he continues comforting you.
Clawed hands curl into your back with a noticeable pressure. There’s a hint of danger in his tight grasp. But then you realize you’re also clutching onto him with an iron hold.
Frustratedly you try blinking away tears managing to stubbornly spill down your cheeks.
Satoru, who still rubs his monstrous face against yours, immediately notices your tears.
A distressing chattering noise comes and you’re readying to reassure him you’re fine.
His tongue instead moves to lick at your tears.
The action stills you immediately. The slick appendage rapidly slithers across your face trying to quickly wipe away your tears.
You think about when he healed your hand, when his tongue wiggled across your skin to lap at your blood. Now here he is again, consuming you, trying to heal and comfort you.
His tongue however slides down across your cheeks tasting the salt of your skin. It immediately sparks to life an intoxicating heat that drowns out the panic.
A part of you wonders about the danger swirling around him and how there might be a possibility that doom is seeping into you.
This might be your doom, to adore a creature composed of myth and nightmare.
You blink and a few lingering tears rapidly run down your cheek straight to the corner of your lip.
Satoru, fast as ever, moves to lick them up. In the process his tongue slithers close to your lips, running across the edge of them.
You inhale sharply and your eyes can’t help but snap open wide. You’re breathing heavily. The way Satoru’s large shoulders begin heaving, so is he.
Suddenly he breathes out your name and it gets tangled in your heart.
“Mine.” Then his voice, animalistic and monstrous, cracks the air with a low possessive growl.
His tongue begins running across your lips without hesitation. The wet wiggling intense sensation has your eyes closing in absolute bliss. You sigh and want to open your mouth to let his tongue slip inside.
“You’re mine.” He snarls out feral and wild. Those strange clicks of his come faster and soon enough his claws draw you closer.
Suddenly Satoru inhales deeply against your skin.
Then he groans a terrible wonderful noise that makes your knees buckle.
“Oh you smell so good.” He slurs. He continues to smell every inch of your skin, trying to map and memorize your scent.
A whimper escapes you and Satoru rumbles out a comforting click.
He begins dragging his down your body with a focused intent.
“Stronger, it’s getting stronger.” He mutters against your clothes.
“Satoru-” you say his name a bit worried.
The moth creature shoves his face unabashedly against your clothed sex. He groans loud, almost debauched and all thoughts float out of you. His antennas rapidly twitch.
“Oh it’s here.” Satoru mumbles in awe, possessed, as if he’s found a deity. “You smell so good here.”
He growls frustrated as he tries burrowing his face closer and closer to your dripping arousal.
You croak out his name waterlogged.
Satoru snaps to look up at you from his knees. All six eyes are glossy and frantic.
“Please? Please, my little human, can I have more?” He begs.
That’s when you notice his mouth is wet drenched with saliva. He’s drooling at just the thought of you, drunk on your smell.
All you can do is nod, caught in the same intoxication desire.
Effortlessly he claws apart your pants at the seam and dives in. You can’t even chide him for that.
Your mind goes blank, consumed by pleasure and lost in its woods. As you cry out while his thin tongue runs up and down every inch of you, you realize Satoru is right.
You are his. And maybe he is yours.
Satoru arrived in your life and never left. He instead stayed in the safety of your light with you under the cover of his wings.
-.⊹˚₊⋆˙↟☾↟˙⋆₊˚⊹.-
“Don’t go to class today.” The moth mumbles.
Satoru has been glued to your side since the discovery of your intruder last week. He barely leaves the apartment and when he does it’s only because you need to leave. Currently he sits on the bedroom floor with wide sleep deprived eyes.
The antennas on top of his head flicker quickly. He’s tried been pushing himself to stand guard even during the day.
“I’ll be fine, it’s just a lecture.” You reassure him.
“Besides, you should take this time to sleep. You need to rest.”
“I’ll be fine.” He mirrors your words back to you.
Your monster’s six eyes hold a daze focused like he’s trying to be aware of everything all at once. Slowly and delicately you let your hand run against his soft face.
The delicate fur, now a tangible dream under your fingertips, is so sulky. The touch jolts the creature into awareness.
Satoru’s eyes all flutter you and instantly his face melts against your hand.
“Don’t go.” He whispers a static like mumble.
“I’ll be okay.” You even lean down to kiss the side of his face.
“Fine, then I’m going.” He snaps a firm unwavering decision and you can’t argue with him.
As you walk to the lecture hall building he flutters so swiftly and dizzying in his normal moth form. He even flies all around your face, another angry urging for you to not go.
You gently hold out your hand. Slowly the moth flutters to land on top of your hand.
He is gorgeous in every form including this one. Shimmering wide eyes, large intricate wings, all composed in this sweet creature furiously crawling over your hand.
“I know you’re still upset, but I’ll be fine.” You softly reassure him for the hundreth time.
He stops and stares at you. Gently you run a finger across his fuzzy little head careful to not touch his antennas.
He flies from your hand and lands immediately on the corner of your lips.
A goodbye kiss.
Your lips twitch amused and deeply fond.
“I’ll see you when class is over.” With that you head to class.
Walking into the classroom, one of your peers excitedly speaks to everyone present in the room.
“Did you guys hear?! Someone just saw the mothman thing on campus a few minutes ago?!”
Terror unfolds in you and your heart collapses among its cage. He must have transformed in the woods, or in flight.
“Really? Are you sure?” A skeptic quickly emerges and you cling to their words.
“No I swear! Everyone’s been talking about it online! So many people saw it fly into the trees by the woods!”
You haven’t been this terrified since the contained moth was missing or since you first saw six reflective eyes staring at you from the dark.
Chatter breaks out immediately with so many discussions. Some of your classmates show their disbelief while others eagerly ask for more information.
You try to keep your composure as you slide into your seat.
“Hey,” someone says your name. Your friend that sits next to you stares at you with a scrunched up face of concern.
“You okay? You look kinda sick.” She frowns.
You wearily smile and use the excuse that you have been under the weather. A cold chill even runs up your spine.
“Then head back home,” she comforts you with understanding eyes. “I’ll send you the notes from today and let you know if you miss anything.”
Grateful you wearily thank her and she nods warm, reassuring, wishing you rest. As you turn to head out you catch the last bit of conversation bubbling along with your classmates.
“Well…if someone saw the moth thing, doesn’t that mean something bad is gonna happen soon?”
“Yeah that’s what the legend says.” Someone grimly agrees.
Scrambling, you shove yourself out of the classroom before you hear anything else.
Now out of the room you shakily exhale trying to calm yourself down.
At this time in the evening the hallways are deathly silent, harrowingly so. Unlike the lab building, so open and light with its many windows and expanded hallways, the lecture hall building’s tight corridors create a haunting clustered stillness.
That stillness seems to be creeping in more and more.
As you walk towards the elevator, sudden footsteps begin stomping behind you.
They are solid and firm, staying a decent pace away from you. The anxiousness from these past few days create an unbearable itch that crawls over your skin.
So you turn around.
And the hallway is dead empty.
No one walks behind you.
Fear tastes icy and rotten as it infects your body. Instantly you whip around to rush to the elevator.
You clash straight into someone.
The collision knocks you out of your thoughts and you quickly blink into focus.
A rush of apologizes stammer out of you.
“Hey, it’s okay.” The man you ran into warmly reassures you.
You finally get a good look at him. He’s handsome with a strong jaw and a faint mustache. He looks official in his suit. The smell of cigarettes surround you.
“Actually, I was wondering if you could help point me in the direction of the main office.” The man smiles warmly.
This had to be the source of the footsteps you heard. The dread you have slowly simmers at the sight of him.
“Oh course.” You grin weakly at the man, thankful your fear is calming down. “You have to go down to the other end of this hallway-”
A sudden hand comes up from behind you.
It slaps over your mouth with a painful grip. Then something sharp pierces your neck.
The scream from your throat fades along with your focus.
The last thought flashing through your mind before you fade into darkness is that Satoru was right.
You shouldn’t have gone to class.
-.⊹˚₊⋆˙↟☾↟˙⋆₊˚⊹.-
The jostling of your body wakes you up.
Groggily you blink into focus. You first notice it’s late at night. Next, you’re laid across the back seat of a car and your hands are tied.
In the front seats sit the man you ran into at the school and Toji Fushiguro. You go to scream but a tightly wrapped cloth blocks your mouth.
“You’re awake.” Toji drawls out slowly and surprised.
You screech at him through the material.
“Yeah, I knew you were with the moth this entire time.” He grins at you through the rear window.
You continue to scream as best as you can, sounding feral and panicked as tears fill your eyes.
“Guess living with a monster makes you sound this wild.” Toji Fushiguro’s accomplice mutters without even glancing once at you.
He begins typing away on his phone.
“We got more buyers willing to pay if we bring the moth in alive.” The man comments.
Everything clicks.
They were after Satoru. And you’re the bait.
Maybe Fushiguro’s accomplice is right. Maybe living with a monster has leaked into you because the noise you make doesn’t sound human.
Your scream, still stifled, carries so many emotions. Your pain, terror, anger and frustration, all of it courses through your veins and rips out in waves.
“Hey.” Toji Fushiguro glances back at you from the rear mirror. “Keep it down. I don’t wanna get too aggressive, but I will.”
He casually pulls out a gun and waves it around.
The horrifying casual threat causes your eyes to go wide and now all the fight you had trickles out.
“Watch it!” Suddenly the man in the driver's seat screams out.
Your eyes flicker forward.
Against the darkness, illuminated by the car’s headlights, a looking figure stands in the middle of the road.
Six eyes stare out from the darkness a brilliant terrifying electric blue. Delicate wide moth wings flare out and break against the night.
Through the fabric you scream out his name, except it gets drowned out by the revving of the engine.
Toji speeds up with full intent to hit the creature.
“What are you doing?!” The other man cries out.
You even scream in panic. Your moth however flies up, missing the impact.
He’s gone from sight.
A solid clang lands on the roof.
A sharp stab pierces the top of the car with a snap. The screeching of metal being ripped away follows fast. The eyes of the monster stare into the car with a disastrous terror.
Satoru smiles wild and gleeful at the men, a predator that's captured its prey.
Then…Everything happens in a blink.
The car swerves. The speed makes you feel as if you are flying. The colliding noise of scraping metal and then a solid impact. Everything becomes distorted as if you are in a snow globe spinning and trying to focus on a dizzying fuzzy world.
An unholy monstrous scream rips into the air. It’s all you hear as you fade in and out of consciousness.
You blink and suddenly twigs from the forest floor press against your body. A sharp object pierces your side. Every inch of you screams in pain while also a numbing sensation starts creeping in.
An inhuman roar screeches out and your eyes snap open.
Off to the side along the trees you see the faint edge of Satoru within the darkness. Faintly you hear a wet ripping sound. It’s visceral, like a vulture digging into a macabre carnage.
You watch his clawed hands viscously dig into whatever he stands over. You try gathering your voice trying to say something, anything.
Then six electric eyes snap up to you from the dark forest. He is the terror of the woods, a feral monster interrupted from its hunt.
Your vision however goes blurry and it gets harder staying awake.
A wreck howl of your name breaks into the air.
Tender clawed hands scoop up from the ground. You’re cradled against him gently and tight. The fabric in your mouth gets ripped away and now the metallic taste of blood fills your mouth fast.
You wheeze out Satoru’s name. There’s so much you want to say. But you’re getting so tired.
“Stay awake!” He snarls desperately sensing your exhaustion.
Nothing feels real. Even staring up at your creature, his six eyes seem to become twelve, like clusters of galaxies carved out in the night sky.
But you’re fading. You know and he knows it.
Breathing hurts and now a cool chill runs across your body from the inside.
Your grandfather's words about moths being angels float into your mind.
You recall how terrifying angels are sometimes described. Some of them are composed of wheels of fire, with many wings.
Yours has many eyes.
You’re grateful Satoru is here with you at the end. You’re grateful this angel found you.
Water droplets plop onto your face and you wonder if it’s raining.
Satoru screams your name with absolute anguish. A darkness crawls over your eyes. Soft and peacefully, you fall into its waiting arms.
-.⊹˚₊⋆˙↟☾↟˙⋆₊˚⊹.-
A soft steady beeping pulls you out from the darkness.
Wearily you open your eyes. But the bright light of wherever you are immediately has you shutting your eyes tight.
A cold hand touches your arm.
The touch jolts you awake. In a panic your eyes immediately snap open and your body shoots up only to find yourself tangled.
Tubes run from out of your arms. One tube even rests under your nose. The beeping noise you faintly recognize is a heart monitor and realization hits that you’re in a hospital.
Then when you turn to the side, a man you don’t know sits beside you.
You have never seen a man as gorgeous as him. Striking cloud white hair, a chiseled jawline, broad shoulders and then…
The brightest blue eyes, clear as a summer sky, stare at you so frantic and hesitant.
The man says your name, his tone faintly pleading.
For some reason his voice sounds vaguely familiar. But that thought is put on hold when the door to your room opens and a nurse walks in.
“Oh thank goodness you’re awake!” She sighs genuinely warm to see you and even seems a bit surprised.
What happened? You were dying. You were sure of it.
“Do you remember anything that happened?” The nurse asks gently as she checks your vitals.
“I…” your voice wavers as the memory clips at you, terrifying and heartbreaking.
“It’s okay if you don’t.” The nurse says comfortingly. “It’s common for accident victims to have a foggy memory. Plus after the one you were in it’s understandable.”
Weakly you question about what happened, how you got here.
With soft eyes the nurse explains it all.
You were the only survivor of the car crash. A part of you vividly remembers Toji Fushiguro and the man with him. A part of you dark and hollow gleams grateful they are no longer here.
You however didn’t walk away unscathed. You have a few broken ribs, a very bad concussion and light internal bleeding being monitored.
“We even found damage near your heart that could’ve been deadly-”
Yet, you were alive.
“And….” The nurse’s eyes twinkle warm and adoring as they flicker to the man behind you.
“This man found you and brought you in. Came into the hospital with you in his arms like some kind of bloody guardian angel.”
You whip your attention back to him as well. The man’s blue eyes stay so intently focused on you.
They remind you so much of the pairs of six eyes that watched you with the same unwavering gaze.
Then the nurse’s words click.
An angel.
No. This couldn’t be…
The idea so wild and unbelievable barrels into you fast. It knocks you breathless that you can’t help but cough out.
Everyone instantly scrambles to grab you something to drink. It’s your mystery man who hands you a cold water first and you guzzle it down with a frantic speed.
“I’ll let you get some rest. Please hit the call button if you need anything.” The nurse squeezes your shoulder and you thank her with a weak cough.
Now in the quiet safety of the hospital room, your attention snaps to the man still intently staring at you with glossy blue lake eyes.
You take the jump. It might be the most far stretched idea and you can blame the concussion but -
You whisper out Satoru’s name.
The white haired man nods fast and a sob escapes you.
It’s him.
Through tear soaked questions you ask him how.
“Remember that legend I once told you? About us being able to bring someone back from the dead?”
His voice is now clear, so distinctly him even in this form you can’t miss it now.
His words are a chilling breeze.
“I died.” You whisper the cold realization.
And he brought you back.
“But you…what happened?” Your eyes so clouded with tears scan his very beautiful and human face.
The Satoru before you is so familiar yet so different. The deep inhale he gives moves his shoulders. You’ve seen it before when his wings moved with the same exhausted exhale. Instead now a weary weight, a very human one, colors his stunning features.
But a sudden eased smile tugs at his lips and the sight is stunning.
“We’re allowed to bring someone back…it’s just at a little cost.” His voice flutters out light and his words get trapped in your throat.
You can’t fight the tears. They come in waves and your shoulders shake as you cry.
“Wait,” Satoru rapidly panics as he slides closer to you. “What’s wrong?!”
He gave up everything. His form, his livelihood, his essence as a creature of the myth, he gave it all for you.
That solid truth rips so much sadness and guilt through you all you can do is angrily cry, frustrated.
“Why are you crying?” He asks concerned and a bit confused.
“Because,” you hiccup. “Because I did this to you.”
You would carry this guilt for the rest of your life.
“What? Don’t like the way I look? I thought I was pretty handsome in this form, yeah?” He lightly teases to perk you up.
You give him a look of disbelief wondering if you should call the nurse to escort this headache away from you.
“Okay okay,” he says, thankfully understanding your heartache.
Gently Satoru’s hand moves to rest against you on top of the itchy hospital blanket. Fondly he runs his hand over your leg. You watch as his eyes follow the path of his hand like he’s trying to solidify your presence beside him. A sadness shimmers within his blue pools.
“If anyone’s to blame…it’s me. I did this to you.”
Quickly, through a teary blubbering mess you reassure Satoru he did nothing wrong. His hand softly squeezes your knee.
“Do you remember when we were watching that weird show and you asked me what I’d wish for? What I wanted more than anything?”
Suddenly Satoru speaks firmer, eyes still not facing you.
“I wished I could be with you. I wanted to live a full life by your side.” His answer is low, but so beautifully clear it’s like dawn breaking over the forest.
Those endless blue eyes turn to you.
Gingerly Satoru raises his hand. He runs his fingers against your face with a tender touch, a delicate brush like that of a moth’s wing.
“Never feel guilty about what happened. I would make this decision over and over again. I don’t regret it and never will.” He says firm, absolute and devoted.
Tears return again but this time for another reason, one so beautifully overwhelming it consumes you.
Satoru gently draws you into his arms to hold you steady against his sturdy chest.
“Can't get rid of me now, little human.” He teases but the faintest edge of emotion cracks his voice.
A laugh escapes you among the tears.
“You’re a little human now too, bug boy.” You joke as the new nickname comes so easily to you.
“There’s nothing little about me, especially in this form.” He deeply purrs.
You’re about to snap at him for being crude until he shrieks.
“And bug boy?! You never even called me that before! If anyone is the bug freak it’s you!”
You laugh, truly laugh, and a warm buoyancy floats within your entire body. He joins in alongside you. His laugh is such a wild and free noise you want to keep it forever.
“This being a human thing,” he suddenly mutters against the top of your head. “Might take me a little while to get used to it.”
“It’s okay,” you whisper back, fully resting against him. “We’re all still trying to figure it out too.”
Satoru’s hand begins rubbing against your back effortlessly, so human and natural.
“You already seem to be doing a good job.” You mumble feeling sleepy again.
He hums amused. “I know. I’m just that good.”
You want to make a snide remark but then Satoru kisses the top of your head. Your heart jumps at feeling his lips.
“I get to do this all the time now.” He whispers slightly in awe, like he spoke a hidden thought out loud.
You can’t help but grin giddy.
Before, you had begun experimenting very enthusiastically about getting to learn how to kiss him in his old form. But you understand.
This felt right. It always did, even when you never wanted to admit it before.
“No more mothman.” Satoru mutters a quiet realization and you clutch his shirt.
“You’ll always be my pest.” You reassure him.
“Hey.” You can hear the mock frown in his voice and you snicker.
You think about Satoru as your cryptid emerging straight from legends.
If he was seen as a harbinger and warning of danger, it strangely has you thinking about love.
For what is love if not a warning? A ‘be careful, don’t run too fast, please be safe, please let me protect you’ warning morphed into a wish and want to keep someone safe. Horror and love sometimes walk hand in hand together after all.
In the arms of your harbinger, you wearily start falling asleep. Satoru senses it too and places another kiss on your head.
When he gently moves to rest you back on the bed your eyes glance to the window. The dark evening night stretches out deep and wide
Against the glass, you notice a fluttering movement.
Soft green delicate long wings catch the light from the hospital room.
Actias luna.
More tears brim in your eyes.
The beautiful lunar moth dances against the window, against the darkness, as if to greet you a warm hello and wish you well.
hiiii meeya i’m ready to place my order!! could i please have haikyuu (sugawara) and… enemies to lovers? and i was thinking something along the lines of a canon-compliant written piece where reader is either a player on the women’s team or a manager of a rival school, but honestly i don’t mind if you want to change anything! thank you soso much 🫶 this place is beautiful 😍
RIDICULOUS; sugawara koushi. burger—haikyuu. drink—enemies to lovers.
contents word count ; 1380. reader is on crutches. ooc! sugawara. profanity. oh also reader is on the vball team. arguing. confessions.
authors notes this is so dramatic for nooo reason 😭 hope u like this may!
this blows.
usually, you’re vocabulary is a little more mature, but this—standing on the sidelines while your teammates lose to a team they could be winning against—it blows.
and your ankle injury? it blows. the fact that you’re out for the rest of the season, the fact that you know your teammates are blaming you for their losses, the fact that this is your last season and you can’t even finish it—yeah, it fucking blows.
and to top it all off, sugawara’s staring at you from the other side of the gym. he’s sitting with the rest of his team, who are all chatting about something, but his eyes are locked on you. he’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands interlocked, glaring.
you know he’s judging you. you can feel it radiating off of him. even when you resist the urge to stare back at him, you know he’s got his eyes on you.
and the thing is, you don’t know why. since first year, sugawara has had some sort of issue with you. it started in a photography class, when he outwardly refused to be your partner for the semester. and then you noticed that he was avoiding you in the halls. and when the girls and boys volleyball team had their shared team dinner, he didn’t even go near the homemade noodles you brought.
it’s embarrassing, mostly. sugawara is the nicest guy in school—except, apparently, when it comes to you. he’s nice to all of your friends, and when you show up to the conversation, he leaves. immediately.
you’ve tried to be nice. even when people snickered at you in that stupid photography class, you had just laughed it off, saying you’d work by yourself. that semester had been gruelling—even as a first year. and at that team dinner, when you complimented him on his dish and he’d outright ignored you, you’d brushed it off with a small sigh.
for the nth time tonight, you look back up at him. his posture shifts a little bit as you meet his gaze, but he doesn’t look away. you tilt your head to the side, as if asking “what.”
he does the same, but his eyes narrow. a challenge. you scoff and roll your eyes, focusing back on the court. and then, you make a decision.
you’re going to talk to him after the game, ask him what the hell his problem is.
—
the game is over quicker than you thought it would be. seijoh wins and you pretend not to notice the way they sneer at you and your teammates, throwing a cruel laugh at you every so often. you’re so wound up, you almost go after one of them—their libero. feisty little thing. she sticks her tongue out at you as she walks by, like she’s a child.
you walk behind the others on your way back to the locker room, head down. your careful not to trip over your crutches, or get in the way of anybody, but somebody walks by you and their scent hits your nose and you fumble.
your crutches skid to the other side of the hallway and you fall to the ground with a oomf. you sit there for a moment, contemplating even getting back up. and then a pair of shoes appears in front of you, followed by the same scent from before.
”that looked like it hurt.”
the voice hits your ears and you want to throw up. sugawara. you look up and he’s staring down at you, holding your crutches in one hand. “yep,” you say, strained. you help yourself up, putting the weight on your none-injured foot. “can i have my crutches back now? thanks.”
he hands them back with an almost inaudible scoff. he starts to walk away, but then you remember. “wait,” you call out, maneuvering until you’re turned to face him again. “can we talk, actually? i have something i need to discuss.”
he stops and he states before turning around. there’s a look on his face that you don’t recognize. impatience, maybe? he raises his brows expectantly and it only pisses you off further.
”okay, dude, what is your problem with me?” you can’t help the bite in your tone. “like, since first year, you’ve had this unspoken issue with me. and i tried to be nice, don’t get me wrong. but you just absolutely refuse to reciprocate. so, please, just tell me what i did wrong so i can apologize and we can stop this feud we’ve had for three fucking years.”
the outburst surprises him, and it even surprises you a little bit. his mouth opens and closes, like he can’t decide what to say. finally, he squares his jaw and shakes his head. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”
your jaw drops. he starts to turn, and your first instinct is to drop your crutches and hobble over to him before he can walk away. you grab his arm and spin him around. “don’t play stupid, sugawara. today, when you were sitting on the bleachers, you were glaring at me. like- like i’d killed your puppy or something! and first year, in that stupid photography class, you stood up in front of the whole class and told the teacher you didn’t want to be my partner.” you pause, chest heaving. “do you know how embarrassing that was? how much i got teased for it? you’re nice to everyone you meet—except for me. don’t pretend you don’t hate me now that i’ve confronted you about it.”
for a long, stretched out moment, he’s quiet, staring into your eyes like he’s searching for something.
”well?” you prompt, brows furrowing in frustration.
“i don’t hate you,” he says quietly. his eyes dart away from yours and suddenly he’s embarrassed. “i don’t hate you, i-“ he cuts himself off, rolling his eyes. “whatever, this is ridiculous. i don’t hate you, okay? there, feud over.”
”don’t give me that bullshit, sugawara.”
”what do you want from me? do you want me to apologize? do you want me to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness?” he rips his arm out of your grasp and his gaze hardens. “you piss me off. that’s the story. that’s why i have beef with you. first year, when we got sat next to each other, you pissed me off. when the teacher said we were partners, i knew you’d distract me and piss me off. is that better? there is no specific reason, you just make me mad.”
you blink. once. twice. three times. “are you fucking kidding me? what, it’s just my presence? the way i smile? the way i make small talk?” you scoff and cross your arms. “you’re fucking ridiculous.”
”yes,” he huffs out. your brows furrow again, this time in confusion. “it’s the way you smile, it’s the way you make small talk, it’s the way you carry yourself, it’s the way you’re too nice to people even though they don’t deserve it.” he takes a step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. “i hate it. every time i see you, i get this pit in my stomach. i avoid you in the hallway because every time i see you, i get the urge to talk to you. to tell you to stop smiling at people. to tell you to pull down your skirt because other guys are looking. you think this is ridiculous? i’ve had a thing for you since the first time i saw you and the only way i can deal with it is by being a massive dickhead to you.”
again, all you can do is blink at him. what is this, a rom-com? he can’t just confess in the middle of an argument like that—also, how did he know angry confessions are your favorite trope?
”what the hell are you talking about”
he sighs, heavy and long. “nevermind.” he shakes his head, then steps around you to pick up your crutches once again. he hands them to you silently, then continues past you, towards the exit.
he leaves you standing there in the middle of the hallway, face scrunched up, jaw dropped, a million thoughts running through your mind.
you two just had a harsh divorce (you didn't cuddle with him) because you abandoned him (you left for work) he will take the kids (your dog and cat) and now he's cold and lonely (he's warped in your blanket eating ice cream while sobbing) with the rain going down to smooth his pain (he was playing Lonely by Akon) and swore to never forgive you (he jumped on you suffocating you into his arms as soon as you entered the house) and he'll live in pain forever (you gave him a kiss and he forgot all about it)
Sum: After you got horribly injured on a mission with a loose special grade curse, Geto reaches his breaking point
Tw: Fluff¿ idk (part 1 would be angst)
Part 1 Part 2
Nanako and Mimiko are now standing on both sides of him.
"Is that Y/n, Geto-sama?" Mimiko asked timidly, "The one you keep on telling us about?"
"Why yes my dear" he answered with a smile, "Beautiful isn't she?"
The three of them were watching you from the edge of your wall like windows from your newly opened cafe. The place was extremely packed since it was only recently opened, and people claimed that your cafe had a 'home-like-vibe' to it.
Ever since Suguru's departure, you couldn't bare it in jujutsu high.
You tried, really really tried to keep fighting, for your friends and for yourself, but you failed.
Unlike Satoru, you couldn't keep on that track without Suguru, and even though you wanted to be there for Gojo, you couldn't be in that place any longer. Not when everything reminded you of him.
You decided to leave.
With the savings you had, you decided to live a normal life, a life in which you once planned with Suguru; but instead of living on a peaceful and quiet province, you knew that you still needed to save some more to be able to live comfortably there someday, still holding on to some hope that he'd come back to you.
You decided to, instead, build a small business and build a cafe in the streets of Japan, as well as renting out an apartment above it.
There, you've slowly built a life for yourself, not forgetting about your friends of course.
You gave Satoru a spare key for your apartment, telling him that hes welcomed anytime, and that your home is also his.
You knew Satoru took a bigger hit than you at Sugurus departure, he is his best friend after all; though maybe 'brother' is a better fit.
You might not know Satoru as much as Geto does, but you do come fairly close, knowing how much pressure hes in with having the title of the 'strongest', and no one really checking up on him thinking that he must always be ok.
Now you took it upon yourself to be there for him, to know that even with his brother leaving, as well as Nanami, his lover, that you were still there, and Satoru took that greatfuly, claiming that you were his sister in-law, and the both of you were family.
"One day" Suguru spoke, "One day the four of us would leave this wreched place, live a life as a family, happy and peaceful, once we finish our plan, and I make this world safer for my three girls"
He held the girls hands tighter, eyes never leaving your form as you smiled at the monkeys you were serving.
"The four of us?" Nanako asked, "Does that mean she'd be our mom one day?" Eyes shining brightly, matching the smile growing on her lips.
"Do you think she'd even accept us?" Asked Mimiko
"Of course she'll accept you" Geto answered, "Shes the most kind hearted person I know, and on top of that, I know she'll love you both"
Geto knelt infront of the two girls reaching their height as he patted their heads. He handed them some money telling them to buy what ever they wish on your cafe for them to be able to talk to you, making them promise to not mention that they know him.
Since the lunch rush was finally dying down, you were able to accommodate them soon enough.
Two little girls came up to you requesting the most sugary pastry you sold as well as two mugs of hot chocolate.
Amused by the two, you three fell into easy conversation.
You couldn't stop smiling at the girls as they spoke to you with such adoration and passion, asking you so many things about yourself and them telling you stories and things about them aswell.
You didn't know why, but after a long day, the two girls sitting on the counter infront of you telling you how they lost their first tooth as you wiped down the counter, lifted a bit of weight off your shoulders.
The sight itself melted Getos heart, seeing how you've already connected with Nanako and Mimiko after meeting them for the first time.
He couldn't wait to be able to give the three of you in his arms, happy and complete.
So sorry abt this, this was EXTREMELY rushed, (wrote it in lile 10 mins maybe)
Sum: After you got horribly injured on a mission with a loose special grade curse, Geto reaches his breaking point
Tw: Angst
(idk if I should make a part 2 with the happy ending)
He was doing so well. Everything was starting to turn back to what it was back then; that was before the incident.
After the whole vessel thing, Geto wasn't the same as he was before; and not long after that incident with Toji, Haibaras life was taken from a mission him and Nanami went on. Depression was clawing its way inside of him, slowly destroying his faith in humanity day after day.
Thankfully though, you were there for him trying to be bright enough to guide him out of the darkness that was slowly consuming his mind.
You were his anchor, the only thing left that he was holding onto, hoping to pull him up and out of the darkness of the abyss that he'd fallen into.
"Its alright, its alright" you hushed, "I'm right here, just breath.."
He had another nightmare, another one where it wasn't only Haibara and Riko who passed, but everyone he holds dear to his heart. The image of a bloodied Gojo, Shoko, Nanami and Yaga was all running through his mind, though the worst part of it— was you.
A few moments before opening his eyes, his incubus was already right infront of him. Your eyes were lifeless as he stared through them, body covered in a sticky mess of your own blood, your skin slowly getting paler and paler as you lost more of it.
"I lost you" he whispered with a shaky breath, "Y— you were...."
His eyes were blood red from crying in his sleep, breathing heavy and body shaking.
"Im right here Suguru" you whispered trying to calm him as you cradled the broken man, "I'm right here next to you"
Feeling your warmth, he calmed. He closed his eyes and held you tighter, almost suffocating, but you didnt seem to care, knowing that he needed to know that you don't plan on going anywhere any time soon.
Months after that, everything was shattered. Every progress, every effort, as well as every last bit of hope he had left in humanity slipped right through him.
For as long as it took for him to progress, you were there. You were picking up the broken pieces and putting them all together one by one; it didn't matter if it cut you one too many times, you still stayed, and you still kept on going, not giving up on the man you truly loved, and he couldn't be more thankful.
He cherishes the moments he had with you, he held onto them and considered them as treasure more valuable than any amount of gold or gems, he couldn't think of any other reality where he hadn't met you, he didn't even want to think of that.
Instead, you both have already pictured your life together. On a small but comfortable home in the province where there were only minimal curses, barely even any, raising a child or two, and having a peaceful and normal life away from the jujutsu world when the time was right.
You both even convinced yourselves that you would be able to drag Shoko and Satoru along with you, considering that Shoko could easily work as a doctor with her technique, and well, Geto was sure that he'd be able to bribe Satoru with a few sweets and praises.
Geto said that maybe he could work as a detective someday since it seemed pretty interesting to him, and honestly, imagining that, you couldn't think of anything else to better fit him.
But since you both were still so young, and still lacked a bit of financial support, you promised eachother to keep on going with your position of employment until the time was right, and Geto had no problem in waiting since he knew he already found the right person.
When Shoko was suddenly called when the both of them had the day to themselves, something felt off with Geto. He had this deep feeling in his stomach that something was wrong, and he couldn't shake the fact that, that something could have involved you.
It was unusual since Shoko has Satoru's number muted except for the one for actual life or death emergencies which, surprisingly Gojo only uses for actual emergencies knowing the stakes in the jujutsu world, and Nanami only ever texts, preferring it to a call though barely even does so, so Yaga was the first one that came to mind when he saw Shoko answering the call with furrowed brows.
He knew you were about to come back from a mission today. He thought that it was something that he shouldn't have worried about since you've already requested Yaga to only put you through low grade curses, something you could handle with a blink of an eye to be able to ease Geto since he wasn't fully healed yet mentally.
He was the one who asked Shoko to accompany him to buy a gift for you; when asked what was the occasion by his short haired friend, he simply said that he didn't need a reason to treat you nothing less of a queen.
Upon paying for a bouquet of jasmines and tulips, as well as some spicy noodles you oh so loved, Shoko received the call.
With one look from Shoko, he knew.
He had never ran so fast in his life with one hand pulling his friend out the door of the shop. Geto quickly conjured up a curse to be able to get to the school as fast as possible.
When he entered the building where injured sorceres were usually brought to, he finally saw you; and when he did, he felt his worst nightmare come to a horrid reality.
Your uniform was much darker color, seeing that it was covered in your blood, eyes closed, and face scratched and bruised everywhere.
He hadn't even realised that he started screaming, calling for you. He didn't realise that Gojo already appeared behind him, and was told to pull him out of the room by Yaga for Shoko to be able to help you.
His ears started ringing, not understanding that Yaga was explaining to him how a special grade curse suddenly appeared there. He didn't care.
That was his breaking point.
Now he stood a few feet away from your crying and shaking form, you were on your knees, quietly begging for him to comeback to you knowing that he was still able to hear your words, the moon illuminating his form slowly walking away.
He informed you that he was leaving for good with a letter, which caused you to run to him before it was too late, without you knowing that it already was.
There was no point in begging anymore. It all fell out of his ears anyway, because in his mind, hes making this world safer for you, hes trying to secure the future you planned together, he was trying to protect you.
"One day my love" he said while walking away, "When we rid of these horrid monkeys, I'll come back to you, and we shall live the life we always dreamt about"
"You and I shall soon have our 'happy ever after'"
sugawara would be so ANNOYING. you could have the prettiest, sexiest lingerie and never be able to use them cause suga keeps pouncing on you when you're wearing a big t-shirt and house shorts 😭
you're feeling certified Unsexy™ while scrolling through tiktok on the couch and stuffing your face with chips. and here comes suga sneaking up behind you to massage your shoulders.
"hey, baby" he coos in That voice that he only uses when he's in the mood.
"really? now?" you ask, gesturing towards how messy you look at this very moment — the dorito dust coating your mouth, your leg hair that hasn't been shaved in weeks, and the rat's nest that is your hair.
but suga doesn't really care cause either way you'll look gorgeous to him when he bends you over the couch and fucks you stupid on his fat cock.
"that's my pretty girl," he says in between thrusts. "you look good to me in anything, baby."
hey, im new to tumblr and i didn't that there was a request section on a persons profile so i commented a request, sorry about that lol. but maybe aidan gallagher x reader where they have anxiety and really dont like loud rooms/too many people and one day the two are on a date and she asks to go outside bc its to loud and they go outside where she starts crying and apologizing for always being so antisocial? really just fluff and socially anxious reader? you dont have to if you dont want to, thanks! :)
A/N:Thanks for the req, sorry if I cant meet your expectations, I'm pretty busy lately but hope you enjoy. Also welcome to tumblr 🥳
Everything was supposed to be perfect.
Aidan asked you out on a date on the new restaurant that just opened up a few weeks ago; Apparently its already getting hundreds of amazing reviews by the second, so he decided to get a table reserved there for the both of you to celebrate your 3rd year anniversary.
You've picked out the perfect dress, the perfect shoes, and you woke up with glowing skin which just added the cheery on top.
Though the only problem was, you didn't think there'd be this much people here.
You felt like everyone was staring at you, that everyone was judging you, but in reality they were all just minding their own business.
You were punching yourself because you were feeling it all over again, the sweatiness, the shaking, the heavy breathing. You felt spiralled.
“Hey..” Aidan asked calmly, “Are you feeling ok love?”
“Yeah—” you said in a hush tone.
Before he could even say another word you felt the room and everyone's eyes closing in on you.
“Sorry” you whispered before rushing out
Aidan spared no second thought and rushed out to catch you. When he exited the restaurant, he saw you walking away quickly while holding your arms shakily as you cried, he caught up to you fairly fast.
“Y/n” he yelled, loud enough for you to hear but not so loud that he'd get the attention of others.
You faced him, lips shaking, your cheeks soaked with tears, and your mascara smudged.
He gently held your arms as his eyes was filled with worry.
“What happened?” he asked,
“Im sorry—” you said as tears were starting to brim your eyes once more, “Im so sorry, I'm so sorry....” you continued as he hugged you.
“It was all supposed to be perfect” you held him tighter, gripping his waist to hold him closer.
“Its not tour fault sweetheart ” he hushed, lightly pulling away from your hug to wipe your stained cheeks, “Your anxiety just got the best of you, but its not your fault, I should've booked a restaurant that had kore privacy ” he sighed.
“No Aidan” you responded, “You were so thoughtful for what you did, its just that I wish I didn't have this mental stuff” you sniffed, “It keeps ruining things”
“Dont blame yourself” he quickly responded in a serious yet calm manner, “Never blame yourself, you hear me?”
You nodded as he kissed your forehead and walked you to your car.
The same night, you went back home to your shared apartment.
While Aidan was dressing out of his suit, you thought that you could atleast make it up to him by having a dinner date at home, so while he was in the shower, you decided to bake his favourite meal and dessert.
He always showered for atleast an hour so that gave you enough time to finish mid way through so he couldn't just ask you to stop and go to bed with him.
When he went downstairs, he was greeted with a stench that made his stomach grumble.
“Whats all this?” he smiled as he walked to hug you from behind.
“Dinner" you responded sweetly, “Im going to make it up to you you know” you said declaratively.
“You dont need to make up for anything sweetheart” he kissed your cheek, “Having you is all that I need”
2087
stormborns
theartofmadeline
izzy806
jacobvanloon
dededos
