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THEIR S/O LOOKS UNCOMFORTABLE WHEN SOMEONE IS FLIRTING W/ THEM.

ISAGI YOICHI

The second Isagi spotted you from across the café, it should have been a normal, cozy moment. But instead of seeing your usual bright expression, his heart immediately clenched. You looked… tense. Shoulders drawn in, one hand gripping the edge of the table, and your smile—tight, forced. Then he saw them. Some stranger leaning way too close, grinning like they owned the place, gesturing animatedly while your eyes darted away.

Isagi didn’t waste a second. He practically teleported from the counter to your side, sliding into the seat beside you with a sharp, “Hey, sorry I’m late, babe.” His arm draped around your shoulders like it belonged there—and it did. The stranger paused, suddenly unsure.

Isagi met their gaze with a calm but chilling stare, the same kind of focus he’d use on the pitch. “Is there a problem here?”

The guy fumbled for a reply, then awkwardly backed off. You leaned into Isagi the moment they were gone, tension melting under his touch. He kissed the top of your head, whispering,

“Don’t force yourself to smile next time. Just look at me—I’ll handle it.”

BACHIRA MEGURU

Bachira was halfway through tying his hair up when he noticed something off. You were standing near the lockers, clutching your phone like a lifeline while some random person stood way too close, tossing flirtatious remarks like confetti. Your usual spark wasn’t there—instead, you were nodding stiffly, avoiding eye contact, clearly uncomfortable. Bachira blinked, head tilting, and then a slow smile crept across his face. Not a happy one.

“Heyyyy,” he called as he jogged over, sliding between you and the flirter with exaggerated cheer. “What’s going on here, huh?” His golden/yellow eyes locked onto the other person’s with a deceptively cheery glint.

“You lost? ‘Cause you’re talking to someone who’s already taken~” His arm slung around your waist casually, but his grip was firm.

When the other person didn’t take the hint, Bachira leaned in just a little and whispered something with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. Whatever it was worked—the stranger walked off fast. Once it was just the two of you, Bachira nuzzled his cheek against yours.

“You okay? You looked tense… wanna go home and cuddle?”

RIN ITOSHI

Rin wasn’t the type to get jealous—but the second he saw someone invading your space, he snapped. You were visibly uncomfortable, shrinking in on yourself while some sleazebag leaned on the wall beside you, cornering you near the vending machines. Your arms were crossed, and your usual confidence was gone. Rin’s blood boiled. He didn’t even speak—he just walked straight up, eyes sharp like daggers, and stepped between you and the guy like a wall of ice. The flirter opened their mouth to say something smart, but Rin shot them a look so vicious they flinched before any words came out.

“Back off,” he growled. “Now.” The guy muttered something and left, not wanting to challenge that face. Rin didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then he turned to you, hand gently reaching out to touch your wrist.

“Did he touch you?” You shook your head, and Rin nodded once.

“Good.” Then he grabbed your hand—tightly but not too hard—and muttered under his breath,

“Next time, you call me. Immediately.”

REO MIKAGE

Reo didn’t usually lose his cool. He was composed, charming, even playful. But the moment he walked out of the store and saw you standing near the fountain with some overconfident nobody flirting with you—while you looked clearly trapped—he felt every muscle in his body tense. You weren’t even looking at the person.

You were looking everywhere else, eyes darting like you wanted to disappear. Reo didn’t walk—he strode, cutting through the crowd without even noticing the whispers from people recognizing him. He didn’t raise his voice. He just came up beside you, wrapped an arm around your waist, and said with the kind of practiced, dangerously calm tone only someone rich and furious could manage,

“My partner’s not interested. Didn’t think I’d have to spell that out.” The flirter blinked in surprise, stammered, then turned tail. Reo sighed, brushing his hand through your hair as you leaned into him, exhausted.

“You should’ve called me,” he murmured. “I’d have dropped everything.” He pulled you closer.

“Let’s go. I’ll make you forget that jerk even existed.”

SAE ITOSHI

Sae didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The moment he caught sight of someone talking to you—a little too close, a little too persistent—while your smile faltered and your shoulders rose with discomfort, he started walking. His expression was unreadable, but the silence that followed him through the room was deafening. He stepped between you and the flirter wordlessly, his presence suffocating.

“You bothering them?” he finally asked, voice flat and sharp. The flirter tried to brush it off with a joke, but Sae’s deadpan stare made it very clear he was not amused. “Didn’t think so,” he added quietly, and the stranger walked away quickly.

Only when you exhaled did he shift his attention to you. “Tch. I should’ve noticed earlier.” He touched your face gently, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that. Ever.” Then, under his breath, only for you to hear:

“Next time, I’ll break their nose.”

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi had been lying back on the bench nearby, hoodie over his eyes, lazily scrolling through his phone and waiting for you to return from grabbing drinks.

But the second he heard your laugh—that nervous, uncomfortable one you only did when trying to be polite—his thumb stopped mid-scroll. Lifting the edge of his hoodie, his pale eyes scanned the scene until he spotted you. Someone was standing far too close, their body angled into yours, clearly trying to keep your attention as you shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.

Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. That was all it took. Nagi groaned softly as he stood up, dragging himself over with all the effort of a man walking toward a nap being interrupted. But the second he reached you, the energy shifted.

“Yo,” he said lazily, stepping right between you and the flirter without looking at them. His arm dropped around your shoulders with casual possession. “You good, babe?” You nodded, relief flooding your face. Then Nagi finally turned to the flirter, eyes dull but voice sharp.

“You bothering my girlfriend?” The other person tried to play it off, but Nagi cut in. “Didn’t ask. You can go now.” It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry.

But it was final. Once the flirter left, Nagi leaned his head on your shoulder. “So annoying… people need to learn how to take a hint.” His grip tightened around you.

“Next time, just call me. I’ll handle it—even if I’m sleeping.”

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SUA

Sua is usually calm, composed, and emotionally restrained—but your whirlwind ADHD energy absolutely rocks her world. At first, she doesn’t know how to respond when you’re bouncing from topic to topic, forgetting things mid-sentence, or hyper-fixating on a niche topic for three days straight. But she watches. Learns. And silently adapts. She starts carrying extras of things you forget—your pen, your water bottle, your task list. When you go off on info-dumps about bizarre trivia at 2 AM, she just rests her chin in her palm and listens. Even if she doesn't understand, she likes the way your eyes light up. You may be chaos, but you’re her chaos. And deep down, she loves how alive you make her feel.

MIZI

Mizi is the ultimate chaos buddy. Your ADHD makes every day unpredictable, and she loves the ride. If you forget what you were doing halfway through a sentence, she’ll fill in the blanks like a game show host. You want to reorganize your room at 3 AM? She’s already grabbing matching baskets. She loves your energy, your creativity, and especially the way you light up when a hyper-fixation hits. She'll happily listen to you talk about frogs, space facts, or weird alien food lore for hours. And if you feel overwhelmed or forgetful, she hugs you tightly and says, “It’s okay. Your brain is busy being brilliant.” She never makes you feel like too much—because to her, you're just enough.

TILL

Till finds your ADHD fascinating, especially because you say the most unexpected, beautiful things when you speak your mind. When you’re anxious or your thoughts are spiraling, he’ll gently sketch you while you talk. It grounds both of you. He listens with quiet admiration when you go off on long, passionate tangents, even if he only understands half of it. When your executive dysfunction hits and you struggle to start tasks, Till won’t nag—instead, he’ll quietly begin something beside you, like sketching or straightening the room, so you feel less alone. He doesn’t say much, but when he looks at you with those soft eyes, you know he wouldn’t trade your chaotic heart for anything.

IVAN

Ivan has the most complex reaction. At first, your ADHD traits confuse him—why do you forget things so fast? Why do you never stop moving? Why did you start painting a wall and never finish?? But over time, he starts loving it. Not just tolerating it—loving it. Your unpredictability makes him feel like life might still surprise him. You make him laugh harder than anyone else. He especially loves when you hyper-focus on him—he acts like he hates it, but the way you cling to his arm and rant about your hyperfixation while drawing on his hand with pen? He lives for it. He’ll tease you about losing track of time, but he’ll also carry your to-do list and secretly set reminders for you. “You're a mess,” he’ll say with a grin. “But you're my mess.”

HYUNA

Hyuna’s the mom-friend of the group, so she is perfectly equipped for your ADHD chaos. When you forget your jacket for the fifth time, she’s already holding it out with a teasing smile. When your thoughts race and you can’t sleep, she rubs your back and listens to every anxious ramble until you drift off. She creates systems to help you stay organized—calendars, visual checklists, timers—and somehow makes them fun. She's fiercely protective when people dismiss you as "too much" or "too loud." She knows better. You're not annoying, you're brilliant—and she’ll remind you every single day. “You’re messy,” she says, kissing your cheek, “but you’re magic.”

LUKA

Luka... is perplexed. At first. He’s used to manipulation, silence, performance. You, on the other hand? You stumble into rooms mid-sentence, forget what you were doing, then get distracted by a plant while trying to tie your shoe. But something about it draws him in—your unfiltered honesty, your emotional intensity, your full-volume love. He acts annoyed when you interrupt him mid-monologue with a fun fact about ancient sea creatures, but the fond smile he hides behind his sleeve says otherwise. Your ADHD becomes the one thing he doesn’t have control over—and weirdly, he loves that. You remind him he’s human. That not everything needs to be strategic. Sometimes, it can just be you.

—This was kinda fun to make.

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THEIR S/O GIVING THEM A FLOWER CROWN

SUA

You found a few stubborn flowers growing between the cracks of the ruined courtyard tiles — life where there should’ve been none. Careful fingers wove them into a crown, petals delicate, leaves slightly torn, but it was beautiful. When you set it gently on Sua’s head, she froze.

Her eyes widened for just a second, like she didn’t know how to react. “What... is this for?” she asked quietly, fingers brushing the blooms like she was afraid they’d crumble beneath her touch.

“For you,” you whispered, smiling softly. “You’re still part of this world, Sua. Part of its beauty.”

She said nothing — but she didn’t take it off. The rest of the day, she wore it like armor. And if anyone so much as looked at it the wrong way? One sharp glare from Sua was enough to stop them.

Later that night, when she thought you were asleep, she carefully placed the wilted crown in a box under her bed. A reminder. A promise. Don’t you dare die on me.

MIZI

Mizi was humming to herself when you approached, flower crown hidden behind your back. She blinked in surprise as you gently lowered it onto her head, petals brushing her forehead.

She gasped softly. “What’s this? For me?”

Your grin was all the answer she needed. She immediately lit up, spinning in place and laughing, fingers gingerly adjusting the crown so it wouldn’t slip.

“I love it! Do I look like a queen? A princess?” she teased, but her cheeks flushed pink.

“You look like hope,” you said. And for the first time in ages, she believed you.

The rest of the day, Mizi kept touching the crown, like she couldn’t quite believe it was real — like you had given her something no victory on stage ever could.

TILL

Till had been sketching in his notebook when you surprised him, placing the small, uneven flower crown on his messy hair. He froze, eyes wide, pencil stilling against the paper.

You expected him to laugh or blush, but instead, he sat quietly, fingertips brushing over the blooms like they were made of glass.

“You made this… for me?” he whispered, voice so soft it nearly broke your heart.

“Yeah. Thought you could use something nice today.”

Till didn’t take it off. Not for the rest of the afternoon. He kept glancing at his reflection in windows, not to admire himself, but to remind himself the crown — your crown — was still there. That someone saw him as worthy of gentleness.

IVAN

Ivan chuckled when you offered him the crown, eyes shining with amusement. “A flower crown? On me? Darling, I’m flattered.”

But when you reached up and gently settled it on his head, his grin faltered. There was something in your touch — something so sincere, so pure, it knocked the air from his lungs.

His voice softened. “You’re too good to me.”

He wore it the rest of the day, swagger intact but with a gentler edge. When anyone commented on it, he smirked and said, “My S/O made it for me. Jealous?” But inside? The crown felt like the first real thing he’d owned in a long time.

HYUNA

Hyuna laughed loud and bright when you plopped the flower crown on her head mid-strategy meeting. “What’s this? Trying to make me look soft?”

But she didn’t take it off. Instead, she ruffled your hair and leaned down so you could adjust it properly. “If it’s from you, I’ll wear anything.”

And she did — during gun training, planning, even when shouting orders. The sight of it atop her wild hair became a symbol to the other rebels: their leader still had something — someone — worth fighting for.

LUKA

Luka smirked when you held up the flower crown. “You want to crown me like I’m some kind of king?”

But the moment you set it on his head, he stilled. The cocky grin melted into something real. Vulnerable. His hands covered yours, keeping them there for just a second longer.

“Thank you,” he said simply, voice low.

That night, Luka kept it beside his bed. In a world of lies and performances, the crown was the one thing that felt genuine. And it came from you.

—Can't you tell which one is my favorite character.

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SUA

𝐒𝐔𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

You don’t demand explanations from her, or ask her to be anything more than what she’s willing to give. There’s a softness in your presence she finds addicting—your gentle hands, your patience, the way you can sit beside her without trying to break down her walls. She especially adores how you treat the small, feminine details about yourself—your skincare, the trinkets you collect, the delicate way you speak of your favorite things. It reminds her of how fragile she is inside, and yet you handle both yourself and her like something to be cherished, not broken. You make her feel safe. And despite her jealousy, her guarded exterior, she lets herself melt when your fingers gently comb through her hair or when you place a plushie in her lap without saying anything. You're her comfort object in human form.

MIZI

𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍-𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄

Even when she tries to mask her thoughts behind that bright smile, you always see her. You call her out when her positivity becomes a shield, and she loves that you make space for her darker emotions without judgment. She admires your aesthetic, how you always carry yourself with such care and style—whether it’s the way you decorate your room with pastel ribbons or your perfect little morning routine. She finds it so fascinating. Mizi often daydreams about raising a cozy home with you, filled with sunshine, flowers, and all your shared softness. You make her believe in something pure again—even if she still finds it hard to believe she deserves it.

TILL

𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐃.

You speak gently, move with calm precision, and your touch never startles him—it grounds him. He often stares at your hands when you’re busy doing something—arranging your desk, fixing your clothes, doodling in your notebook—because it comforts him. He also finds it enchanting how beautiful you are, not in the loud or showy way, but in the way you tend to yourself—lotions, gloss, perfume, soft things. He’s painfully shy about it but often gets flustered when you do your hair or wear something cute. He’s not used to someone so delicate treating him like he’s the fragile one. You help him bloom. He saves every little note or trinket you give him in a sketchbook, tucked away like treasure.

IVAN

𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓—𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌.

Most people fall for his smile, his practiced charm, but you? You look past the cheerfulness into the storm inside, and you still choose to stay. He loves how soft your voice is when you tell him he’s not too much, or when you rest your head on his shoulder and say nothing at all. He’s completely entranced by your rituals—your beauty routines, your way of carefully folding things, the way you surround yourself with plushies or stickers or glittery stationery. To him, it’s like watching someone build a bubble of safety he never knew how to create for himself. Ivan often catches himself staring at you like you’re from another world, someone untouched by the rot of reality. And it terrifies him… but it also gives him hope. That maybe something as broken as him could be worthy of someone like you.

HYUNA

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄

You’re delicate, tender, and maybe a little clumsy, but to her, you’re proof that softness isn’t weakness. She adores how you fuss over your skincare or pout over cute keychains or insist on holding her hand even when she’s bleeding and bruised. You balance her—when her mind is full of strategy and sacrifice, you bring her back down with your loving reminders to eat, to rest, to smile for real. She’ll wrap an arm around your waist and smirk, “You’re my emotional support plushie,” but she means it in the deepest way. Loving you makes her want to live. It makes her believe in a future past the war and rebellion. You are her peace, her prettiest daydream, her proof that she’s still capable of tenderness, too.

LUKA

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄—𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑.

You don’t try to fix him or peel back his masks. You simply sit beside him, curl into his arms, and let your love speak through small, beautiful things: painting his nails, letting him play with your rings or hair ties, offering him a sweet after he manipulates the world around him. Luka doesn’t understand why you’re not afraid of him. But he loves it. He’s drawn to the delicate way you arrange your things, how you cry during sad movies, how your lip gloss sparkles when you say his name. To him, you are both angel and siren—pulling him closer to the kind of love he thought he’d lost with Hyuna. And in rare moments of vulnerability, when he clings to your sleeve or hides in your shoulder, he whispers that your kindness makes the world feel less cruel. He’s still learning to deserve it—but he craves it more than power.

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PARENT! BLLK WITH A PREGNANT! READER

Yoichi Isagi

Literally Googles “how to be a good dad” the minute you say “I’m pregnant.”

Becomes a doting husband overnight. Massages your feet, makes you snacks, reminds you to hydrate.

Starts journaling every week of the pregnancy, writing notes to “future baby.”

Buys a little Blue Lock onesie and cries when he holds it.

At night, he’ll talk to your belly: “Hey buddy… it’s Dad. I scored a goal today, but hearing your mom laugh was better.”

Overthinks everything: is the crib safe? Is the baby cold? Should we take baby CPR??

Once baby kicks, he fully sobs. Not even ashamed.

Rin Itoshi

Visibly overwhelmed. He panics quietly—but tries to act cool about it.

“We’re… ready for this. Right?” (He says that to himself every day.)

Doesn't know how to comfort you at first, but gets better. Will rub your back when you're sore, even if he’s bad at expressing affection.

Gets unreasonably annoyed at strangers who stare at your belly. “Don’t look at her.”

Picks out a tiny jersey with his number and puts it on your nightstand like it’s nothing. It’s everything.

Reads parenting books late at night when you’re asleep and highlights stuff he doesn’t understand.

Stares at ultrasound pictures like they’re a riddle he’s desperate to solve. He wants to be good at this.

Bachira Meguru

SO excited. Like bouncing-off-walls excited.

Rubs your belly and says, “Hellooooo little monster~”

Wants to paint the nursery himself. “What if it’s like a whole galaxy theme with dancing wolves??”

Tells everyone—even strangers at the store—“I’m gonna be a dad!”

Randomly puts headphones on your belly and plays the baby his music mixes.

Over-prepares: buys 17 onesies, 6 pacifiers, 4 different types of swaddles.

Once he feels a kick, he yells: “That’s my kid!! They’ve got skills!”

Hyoma Chigiri

Protective like crazy. If you sneeze, he’s already Googling symptoms.

Rubs lotion on your stomach to prevent stretch marks—so gentle about it.

Holds your hand constantly, especially when you’re uncomfortable or emotional.

Won’t let you carry anything. Grocery bags? No. Purse? Nope. “I’ve got it.”

Gets teary when he sees the first ultrasound. He’s quiet about it, but his grip tightens around your hand.

Starts running slower during training to be “more careful.” (He says it’s strategy. It’s not.)

Practices braiding your hair in case the baby is a girl and wants pretty hairstyles like Mom.

Nagi Seishiro

First reaction: “Huh… guess we’re leveling up.”

Doesn’t seem hyped… until he starts resting his head on your stomach every day.

Sleeps with his hand on your bump, automatically. If you move it, he grumbles.

Buys a baby monitor and sets it up six months early.

“This kid better be chill,” he mutters. Then falls asleep next to a mountain of baby socks.

Tries to play mobile games with your belly: “If you kick twice, we’ll go left.” He swears the baby “cheats.”

Dead serious about naming the kid something weird like “Cloud” or “Puzzle.” You veto that.

Reo Mikage

Husband of the Year. Millionaire? More like Millionaire Daddy-in-Training™

Buys every fancy pregnancy pillow, stroller, and crib on Earth. “You deserve the best. And so does our baby.”

Attends all the doctor appointments. Asks 50 questions per visit.

Brags about you constantly. “She’s carrying our future. She’s glowing. Isn’t she perfect?”

Spends hours designing the nursery color scheme. “No primary colors. They’ll have taste.”

Cries when he hears the heartbeat. Cries again when he feels a kick. He’s a puddle.

Tells the baby bedtime stories before they’re even born—his voice all soft and rich like velvet.

Ryusei Shidou

“HELL YEAH, I’M GONNA BE A DAD.”

Way too hyped. Will yell it from rooftops if you let him.

Touches your belly constantly. “Yo, did they just kick?! That was a penalty-level punt!”

Wants to name the baby something wild like “Destruction” or “Turbo.” You threaten him.

Brings you weird snacks like pickles and hot sauce. “Pregnant people eat this, right?”

Gets mad at people who bump into you. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, SHE’S CARRYING A FREAKIN’ LEGEND.”

Surprisingly sweet at night. Lays his head on your stomach and says, “Hey... I’m gonna try not to mess this up.”

Sae Itoshi

At first? “...I don’t know if I’ll be good at this.”

He’s terrified of becoming like his own parents. But he wants to try.

Quietly starts rearranging the apartment. Buys a bassinet without telling you.

Puts his hand on your belly when he thinks you’re asleep.

“I don’t say it a lot, but... I’m happy. Really happy.”

Refuses to let you lift a finger. “I’ll cook. You rest.”

Doesn't smile often, but when you show him the sonogram photo? It’s the softest he’s ever looked.

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an update guys!! I just wanted to let you guys know I have a Wattpad account. I make stories there! I just published a new story and I wanted you guys to go read it! PLEASE.

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CAN YOU WRITE BABY FEVER BSD HEADCANONS PLEASE???

“A QUIET FUTURE, WITH YOU.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky x GN!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! Domestic Fluff, Baby Fever, Subtle Obsession, Intense Affection

It happened slowly, like all dangerous things.

Fyodor wasn’t the kind of man to act on impulse. No, everything he did was calculated—meticulously timed, elegantly precise. But this? This seed of longing buried deep in his chest—it sprouted in silence, quietly taking root beneath the layers of scripture, revolution, and bloodstained philosophy.

It started on a dull winter afternoon. The two of you had ducked into a quiet café to escape the cold. Fyodor sat across from you, sipping tea like royalty in exile, his violet eyes half-lidded behind the steam.

And then it happened.

A giggle. Small. High-pitched. Pure.

A baby toddled past the café window outside, bundled in a bright blue snowsuit, arms outstretched as their mother chased after them. Fyodor’s eyes flicked toward the sound. He stopped mid-sentence—he had been discussing corruption in the justice system, but suddenly, that no longer mattered.

You followed his gaze. “...A cute baby, huh?”

Fyodor didn’t respond immediately. His eyes lingered—longer than you expected. Thoughtful. Quiet. His lips parted slightly.

And then:

“...Do you think it’s strange?”

You blinked. “What is?”

“That something so… fragile can exist in this world.”

You smiled. “It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it?”

He turned back to you, eyes sharp but softened. You didn’t know it then, but something in him shifted that day. Not drastically. Not violently.

But permanently.

The change was subtle at first.

Fyodor, who normally slept like a ghost beside you—barely touching, always still—began to hold you closer at night. A protective arm draped over your waist. A hand resting against your stomach. Like he was guarding something that didn’t yet exist.

He began asking questions, casually at first:

“Do you like the names Nikolai or Misha?”

“What age do children start speaking?”

“Do you think you would be a good parent?”

You laughed the first time. “Where is this coming from?”

He merely hummed. “Just curiosity.”

But that was a lie. Fyodor didn’t entertain random curiosity. Every word he spoke was planted for a reason. Every seed meant to bloom.

One evening, you returned home to find the apartment filled with soft piano music and dim candlelight. Fyodor sat at the table, sleeves rolled up, hair loose from his bun. Beside him was a stack of books—thick, clinical volumes with titles like Developmental Psychology, Infant Sleep Science, and Parenting for Quiet Minds.

You stood in the doorway, stunned. “...Fyodor?”

He didn’t even flinch. “Welcome home, myshka. I’ve been… reading.”

“Clearly.” You stepped closer. “About… babies?”

He finally looked up at you, and his gaze was different.

Not cold. Not clinical.

Longing.

“I had a dream,” he said softly. “You were holding something. Someone. Small. Wrapped in white. I touched their hand, and they smiled at me.” He exhaled, almost like it hurt. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

Your heart skipped.

“Fyodor, do you want… a child?”

He was quiet for a long time. His hands, always steady, trembled slightly as he reached for yours across the table.

“I want... a future.”

The words startled even him.

He had never wanted a future. Not one that involved anything but ruin and rebirth. But here you were—his miracle in human form. The one person whose softness he didn’t need to destroy to understand.

“I want to see what love looks like when it takes form,” he whispered. “I want to hear their footsteps in our home. I want them to fall asleep on your chest. I want to teach them piano… literature… silence. I want them to have your smile.”

You were silent, overwhelmed. He squeezed your hand.

“I want a child, yes. But not just any child.” He leaned in, eyes dark and feverish now. “I want ours. Something untouched by the world. A symbol that I—Fyodor Dostoyevsky—was capable of creating something that doesn’t bleed.”

Your breath caught. The air between you felt sacred.

“And you think you’d be a good father?” you teased lightly, trying to ground yourself.

Fyodor tilted his head. “No.”

His smile returned—calm and terrifying. “But I’d be devoted. And I would love them… as I love you.”

That night, he held you closer than ever before.

His fingers traced your stomach, gentle and reverent, as if he could will something into existence. The music faded. The candles melted to stubs.

“One day… they’ll call me papa.”

And just before sleep claimed you, you heard him whisper into your skin:

And for once, he didn’t say it like a threat.

He said it like a promise.

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If your reqs are open.. PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU (LITERALLY ON MY KNEES) WRITE US SOME DAZAI X READER ANGST PLEASE IR CAN BE ANYTHING I JUST NEED ANGST I'M BEGGING YOU

❝ 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗘, 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 ❞

Dazai x S/O Reader.

WARNING! This story contains Angst and Cheating, Featuring Chuuya as well.

Author note: OMG HII!! So I didn't know what kind of angst you wanted so I just thought of Reader cheating on Dazai with Chuuya 💔 I'M SORRY IF THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU WANTED and I'm not good at doing Angst so I TRIED

The rain hadn’t stopped all evening.

Gray clouds draped the sky like mourning cloth, soaking the streets of Yokohama. Dazai’s coat was already drenched, water dripping from his hair as he stood in front of the shabby hotel building. The neon sign buzzed overhead. Third floor, room 302.

He didn’t want to come.

No—he already knew what he’d find.

The way you flinched when he touched you lately. The way your phone vibrated late at night and you always turned it face-down.

And most damning of all? The way Chuuya looked at you at the last mission briefing. The moment their eyes met—it was too familiar. Too guilty.

Dazai never needed proof.

He just needed confirmation.

The hallway reeked of cigarettes and cheap perfume.

He stood outside the door for only a second before silently picking the lock. No anger. No fanfare. Just silence.

The door creaked open.

And there you were.

Pressed against Chuuya’s chest, shirt half off, eyes wide and lips still red from a kiss that hadn’t ended soon enough.

You froze.

Chuuya turned, mouth parting like he was about to explain, but no words came.

And Dazai just… stared.

No smirk. No quip. No bullet of sarcasm to shoot into the awkward silence.

Just quiet.

The kind of quiet that swallows a man whole.

“Dazai…” you whispered, stepping forward instinctively.

“Don’t,” he said, voice barely audible, soaked in rain and… something worse.

You stopped mid-step.

His hands stayed in his coat pockets. His shoulders were slouched. He looked smaller. Younger. Like the version of himself he’d buried long ago.

“You know,” he began with a broken laugh, “I told myself I’d never let someone in again. But you… you made me believe you were different.”

Your lip trembled. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

“‘Didn’t mean’?” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the words. “You ‘didn’t mean’ to betray me with the one person I thought I could at least trust not to stab me in the back?”

Chuuya’s voice finally came through, rough and guilt-soaked.

“It wasn’t planned, Dazai. It just… happened.”

“Oh, well then!” Dazai’s voice shot up suddenly, eyes wild. “Since it ‘just happened,’ that makes it fine, right? No need to take responsibility for decisions you both made with your bodies and your mouths and your silence afterward.”

You winced at the bitterness in his tone. It didn’t sound like him.

Or maybe it was exactly him—the real Dazai. The man who had always expected abandonment, who had flirted with death because he didn’t trust life.

And now you’d proven him right.

You looked at him—soaked, shaking, broken—and tried to speak.

“Please, Osamu—”

“Don’t use my name,” he snapped. His voice cracked. “Don’t say it like you still have the right.”

Silence.

He looked at you again. Really looked. His eyes scanned every inch of you—the guilt, the fear, the remorse—and something in him shattered.

“I loved you,” he whispered.

And suddenly, that was the worst part.

Because he never said that.

Not even to you.

Until now.

“I let you into the parts of me that I locked away so no one could hurt them,” he choked. “And you walked in, smiled, and burned it all down.”

Chuuya turned away, face unreadable.

Dazai laughed bitterly. “Funny. I thought betrayal would come with more screaming. But it’s quiet, isn’t it?” He stepped back toward the door. “Too quiet.”

You reached out. “Please, Dazai—don't leave like this. I didn’t want to—”

He looked at you one last time.

And for the first time, he didn’t see the person he loved.

He saw the mistake he made.

“You wanted something, or you wouldn’t have done it,” he said coldly. “And whatever that was, it was worth more than me.”

He turned the knob.

“Goodbye, Bellflower.”

And then he was gone.

The hallway swallowed him.

The rain welcomed him like an old friend.

And in that moment, Dazai Osamu decided he would never give another piece of himself to anyone again.

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BSD HEADCANONS WITH A CHUBBY! READER

Atsushi Nakajima

He’s genuinely so soft and sweet about it—he sees beauty in all forms, and yours? He thinks it’s radiant.

Never once does he make it a big deal. He just naturally treats your body like it’s normal, lovable, and something to be adored.

“You’re so warm… I always feel safe with you,” he mumbles when he hugs you.

If you're self-conscious, he gets confused. “What? But you’re perfect the way you are!”

He adores snuggling up to you, especially on colder days. He practically melts into your chest or lap.

Anyone who tries to comment rudely? He gets this fierce, protective look and snaps back way harsher than usual.

“If you don’t know how to speak kindly, don’t speak at all.”

Osamu Dazai

This man would not shut up about how much he adores your body.

“So soft, so huggable, so gorgeous~! Honestly, it’s unfair to the rest of the world.”

He loves teasing, but it's never mean-spirited. If you're shy about your body, he turns the teasing into loving compliments instead.

Will dramatically rest his head on your thighs or belly like it's his throne.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven… and your body is the pillow of angels~”

If you EVER say something bad about yourself? Instantly serious. “Don’t insult the person I love. Even if it’s you saying it.”

He genuinely worships every curve and makes sure you know it.

Chuuya Nakahara

He’s a hands-on lover, and he LOVES how your body feels. Full stop.

“You’re soft in all the right places. Drives me crazy, honestly.”

He likes wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and burying his face into your neck or shoulder.

If you express insecurity, he’ll straight-up growl: “Who the hell told you that you weren’t perfect?”

If someone insults you? He’s throwing hands. No questions asked.

“Say that again, and you’ll be eating gravel.”

Also, the man has zero shame about showing you off in public. He thinks you’re stunning, and he’s proud to call you his.

“You make me look good, babe.”

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Doesn’t care what your body type is at first—he’s awkward with affection regardless.

But once he grows attached to you? Your softness becomes soothing to him.

He likes lying beside you in silence, feeling your warmth, letting his fingers rest on your skin quietly.

He finds comfort in your gentle nature and doesn’t care about “conventional beauty.” To him, your kindness and loyalty matter most.

If you ever call yourself ugly, his eyes darken. “Don’t say that. You’re… not.”

He might not be great with words, but he’s gentle with touch—especially around your insecurities.

You catch him looking at your body with a strange, unreadable softness when you think he’s not paying attention.

Doppo Kunikida

He’s very logical, so he doesn’t even see your body type as a flaw.

“Your body has no bearing on your value as a person. Anyone who thinks otherwise lacks intellect.”

However, he gets SOFT once he falls in love. He’ll gently squeeze your hand or brush your hair from your face when you’re down.

He’s incredibly respectful and never wants you to feel objectified, so he’s mindful of how he compliments you.

“You’re beautiful. That’s not up for debate.”

If someone says something rude, he corrects them professionally but cold as ice.

You’re his ideal partner because of your reliability and heart—not your size.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

This man loves contrast. Your softness against his sharp, lithe form? He adores it.

His hands are always tracing your curves like he’s studying every inch.

“You’re made of silk and moonlight, darling. How divine.”

He likes having power, but with you, he’s obsessed with how comforting and grounding your presence is.

If you show insecurities, he’ll lean in with a chilling smile. ���Tell me who made you feel this way. I’ll deal with them accordingly.”

He’s not above manipulation, but when he’s in love, he’s quietly devoted. That includes finding you utterly beautiful, even if society doesn’t agree.

He views your body as a luxury, something rare and intimate. He’ll whisper affirmations in Russian under his breath when you’re vulnerable.

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BSD HEADCANONS WITH A SHY! READER

Atsushi Nakajima

He relates to you so hard.

At first, he's the one who's nervous around you too — two anxious beans tiptoeing around each other like it's a ballroom dance.

He’ll gently try to talk to you more and gets flustered when he realizes you’re even more shy than he is.

“U-Um! I-I didn’t mean to scare you! I mean—I just wanted to say hi! …I’ll stop talking now.”

Constantly checking in on you in his soft, worried voice: “Are you okay? Do you wanna step outside for a bit?”

Will stand beside you in group situations so you don’t feel alone, and whispers little comments to make you smile.

When you finally open up to him, even just a little, he literally beams like you handed him gold.

He absolutely adores you and thinks you're the kindest soul in the world. Bonus: He’ll fight anyone who makes you feel embarrassed for being quiet.

Osamu Dazai

The teasing? Relentless.

But only because he finds your shy reactions adorable and wants to draw you out of your shell (while also being a menace).

“Oh~? You’re blushing again~ You must be thinking something scandalous, hm?”

Loves leaning in too close or whispering teasing things just to see you squirm.

But deep down, he notices everything — how your hands fidget, how your voice wavers, how you shrink when overwhelmed.

When he sees you're overstimulated or uncomfortable, he backs off instantly and will casually get you out of the situation without making a scene.

He finds your softness refreshing in his twisted, chaotic world. “You’re too gentle for this world, Bellflower. But I like that about you.”

Genuinely protective in subtle ways — he’ll never admit it, but he’s got a bit of a soft spot for your timid heart.

Chuuya Nakahara

“Tch. What’re you so nervous for? I ain’t gonna bite…”

…Says that with the most intimidating aura known to man.

At first, you kinda freak him out because you flinch when he raises his voice (even if he’s not mad at you), and he starts walking on eggshells.

But once he realizes it’s just because you’re shy, he softens A LOT.

He’s still loud and passionate, but he starts being more gentle with you specifically. He’ll lower his tone, speak slower, and ask permission before doing things.

Becomes hella protective. You’re quiet and easily overwhelmed? He is now your personal shield from the world.

“You good? You don’t gotta talk if you don’t wanna. Just stay close to me.”

He thinks your little shy smiles and hesitant compliments are pure gold, and he’ll never admit it, but they make his entire day.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

At first? He does not get it. Like. At all.

“Speak. I will not repeat myself.” → Reader.exe has crashed.

He genuinely doesn’t know how to deal with someone so shy, especially because he’s so intense and scary by default.

But once he realizes your shyness isn’t weakness — it's just how you are — he starts to respect it.

Lowkey gets flustered when you quietly compliment him or show you care in subtle ways.

“...Hn. You’re… tolerable.” ← That's his version of affection.

He starts protecting you without being asked — standing in front of you, handling threats, or just scaring off people who bother you.

He won’t say it out loud, but he likes that you’re not loud, not fake, not judging him. Just kind.

If you ever stood up for him, even a little? That’s it. Loyalty unlocked for life.

Doppo Kunikida

He struggles at first because he wants to “fix” your timidness like it’s something wrong.

“You should speak up more. Confidence is important. You have nothing to fear.”

But when he realizes your shyness is just part of you—and not a flaw—he adjusts completely.

Starts being very gentle and patient. He’ll give you space to talk, praise you for little moments of bravery, and always listen fully when you do speak.

“Thank you for sharing. Your input is valuable.”

Becomes super respectful and considerate. Makes sure you're comfortable at all times. Will even rearrange plans to avoid crowds or chaos if he knows you’re anxious.

Secretly admires how even though you’re quiet, you’re deeply thoughtful and observant.

He ends up learning a lot from you about sensitivity and empathy. It surprises him, but he’s grateful for it.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Oh. Oh, you poor thing.

He knows you’re shy. And he absolutely uses it to mess with you.

Soft voice, intense eye contact, cryptic questions like, “Why are you trembling, my little lamb? Is it fear? Or excitement?” ← HELP.

But it’s all a game to him—he likes peeling back your layers and watching how far you’ll go before cracking.

But when he sees you show genuine care—like bandaging his hand or bringing him tea without a word—he actually gets genuinely interested.

“You hide your strength in silence. Fascinating.”

While he’s manipulative, he does respect intelligence, and your quiet presence becomes something he finds grounding and soothing.

He may call you weak in jest, but if someone actually tried to harm you? They’d vanish. No trace.

“You’re mine to torment, not theirs.”

—I WAS RUSHING ON THIS.

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❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ❞

ABOUT ME ! Nessie. Infp. 3teen. Sua fan. Chuuya Nakamura lover. Hispanic. CRK player. Roblox player. write for fun. Introvert. BL and GL manhwa. Multi! Fandom. Sensitive person.

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I already set rules like, a long time ago so you could go read it or I would try my best to link it here. If not, because I couldn't add it here. Hope you enjoy what I write here

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YYH MAIN CAST WITH A AOI AKANE! READER BUT THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS?

Yusuke Urameshi

At first, he totally thinks you’re a buzzkill. “Why do you act like a 40-year-old professor?”

But the moment you cover for him or have his back in a fight without hesitation? Boom—instant loyalty.

You’re his go-to strategist when things get serious. “Hey, Brainiac, how do we beat this demon’s weird flesh magic?”

He secretly appreciates how you always notice when something’s off with him—like when he’s hiding guilt or grief. You don’t pry, but you know.

“You act all calm and serious, but I’ve seen you give that ‘touch them and die’ look. Don’t lie—you’re as ride or die as me.”

You’re the friend he actually listens to, even if he grumbles about it.

Will 100% joke that you look like you’re plotting world domination, and you just smirk ominously. He finds it hilarious.

You scare him a little. But in a good way.

Kuwabara Kazuma

At first: “Whoa, why’s this guy look like he’s gonna send me to detention just for breathing?”

Then: “Wait… this guy’s scary for me? Bro, you shouldn’t have!!”

You’re his ride-or-die, and he’s YOUR emotional golden retriever.

You keep Kuwabara grounded, reminding him to think things through, but you never belittle him.

When people underestimate him, you go full (Name)-mode: “If you’re done being an idiot, try using your eyes and watch him win.”

You’re the friend who fixes his uniform, makes sure his bandages are fresh, and glowers at anyone who laughs at his poems.

He calls you “bossy” but brags about you constantly. “Yeah, my best friend’s got a brain like Einstein and eyes that could kill a man.”

He once tried to wingman you. He failed. Miserably.

Kurama (Shuichi Minamino)

This friendship? DEADLY DUO. You’re the quiet, calculating planner; he’s the charming strategist with a fox tail.

You two can have entire conversations with just glances.

He deeply respects your composure, your loyalty, and how you always have a backup plan. You remind him of… himself, in a way.

“You think too much,” he says with a small smile. “But that’s also why I trust you completely.”

You’re the only one he lets see his vulnerable side without hiding behind a mask.

You both have that calm-but-terrifying-when-angry energy. If someone hurts your friends, they disappear without a trace.

You may argue about morals now and then, but it’s always out of mutual care.

If Kurama is Yoko the Silver Fox, you’re the Black Viper that slithers beside him—quiet, poised, and equally deadly when provoked.

Hiei

At first: “I don’t like him.”

Later: “Tch. He’s not useless. I’ll admit that much.”

Eventually: “If you touch him, I’ll cut off your legs.”

You and Hiei are that silent, intense friendship that makes people nervous.

You don’t talk much, but when you do, he listens. When he talks, you take it seriously. There’s trust without words.

You’re both incredibly protective of your people. One time someone insulted Kuwabara, and you both stood up at the same time… silently. It was terrifying.

You’re one of the only people Hiei doesn’t snap at. He tolerates your long-winded reasoning because it’s always right.

“You plan. I act. It works,” he mutters. That’s as close to “I value you” as he gets.

He also low-key likes how cold and logical you can be when needed. It's… familiar.

If you’re ever in danger, he won’t hesitate. “Don’t be stupid enough to die on me. I’ll never forgive you.”

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YYH MAIN CAST WITH A AKANE AOI! READER

Yusuke Urameshi

He first thinks you’re a total goody-two-shoes. “What, you never skip class? Never punched a dude in the hallway? Boring.”

But then you flash him a warm, radiant smile, gently patch up a scrape on his cheek, and Yusuke’s brain just melts.

You’re always so thoughtful—bringing him lunch, cheering him on before fights, complimenting his grades even if they’re... tragic.

He teases you constantly: “You’re like a walking sunshine beam.” But if anyone tries to talk down to you or treat you like you’re weak, Yusuke goes feral.

You hide your pain too well. One time he caught you tearing up alone in the school garden, and he didn't say a word—just sat next to you until you leaned into him.

He may not be emotionally elegant, but he’ll hold your hand tighter and crack dumb jokes just to get your laugh back.

“You don’t always gotta smile, you know? I like the real you. Even if she cries sometimes.”

Kuwabara Kazuma

Thinks you’re an angel descended from the heavens. He’s convinced you’re too good for this world and calls you “Lady (Name)” with a full dramatic bow.

Constantly trying to impress you with chivalry, even if he trips over his own feet doing it.

You’re kind to everyone, and that makes him swoon—especially when you treat him with the same gentle care, even when others make fun of him.

When you get overwhelmed or scared, Kuwabara’s surprisingly perceptive. He notices when you’re hiding your feelings behind a smile.

“It’s okay to cry. You don’t have to carry everything by yourself,” he says while handing you tissues with teary eyes of his own.

You bring out his protective, soft side. He’ll literally stand between you and danger, fists ready, saying, “Nobody touches her while I’m around.”

Secretly keeps a lucky charm you gave him in his wallet.

Kurama (Shuichi Minamino)

Immediately notices the difference between your outward demeanor and what you hide beneath it.

He finds your kindness genuine, your optimism admirable—but he sees that loneliness behind your eyes.

You volunteer to help everyone, bring gifts for the class, always smile… but never talk about your problems. That makes him quietly worried.

He treats you gently, like someone precious—but never fragile. You don’t need saving. You need someone who sees you.

When you finally confess your fear of being left behind or forgotten, Kurama doesn’t hesitate:

“You won’t be forgotten. Not while I’m still breathing.”

Offers you tea, quiet comfort, and never pushes you to open up before you’re ready. But he always listens.

Finds your sweetness refreshing in a world full of cruelty—your presence becomes his calm.

Hiei

Confused. Baffled. Offended. Why are you so nice??

You smile at him, offer him snacks, call him “Hiei-san” with the most polite tone—and he just grunts and disappears into a tree.

But he never really leaves. He lingers near you, silently watching.

You treat him with the same care as everyone else, even when he snaps at you or scoffs. Your sweetness is… unsettling, but he keeps coming back.

The day he sees you hiding alone, eyes red from crying but still smiling for others… something clicks.

“Stop pretending,” he’d say quietly. “I see it. You’re hurting.”

He’s not good at comfort—but from that moment on, you have a quiet shadow who’s always nearby. He listens without speaking, and guards you fiercely.

The first time you lean into his side without asking, he doesn’t move away.

“Tch. You’re annoying,” he mumbles. But his cloak ends up wrapped around your shoulders anyway.

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Reminder of the day, this person EATS their posts everytime

Chigiri who LOVES when you pull on his hair while he eats you out. cw: pussy eating. duh. a/n: why is he lowkey underrated?

Normally, he won't let anyone touch his hair, sometimes not even you, but there's times he'll make an exception.

Like now.

Your hands tugging on the sheets, thighs basically crushing his head as his tongue works wonders against your pussy.

His eyes peering up at you between your spread out legs. He notices how your hands are pulling at the sheets rather than his hair and gets rather disappointed.

He pulls his mouth away, causing a whine from you. You sit up and slightly pout at him, but he doesn't pay any focus to that, but rather to your hands, which he grabs and puts it onto his head. You chuckle, "Did you really stop for that? You could've just as–ahhhh‐kkked–"

Your words slur when Chigiri's mouth goes back onto your pussy, tongue darting across clit in swift, harsh movements, not even letting you catch a single breath.

Your hands yank his hair each time his tongue hits that special spot inside of you. He loves it when you pull on his hair. It encourages him every single time to increase the speed or go harder.

Each pull at his hair causes him to moan against your cunt, sending vibrations against you.

Soon enough, his tongue brought you to your peak. He works you through your orgasm. He pushes his head away from you, wetness coating his chin and lips. "Need to burn off some stamina. Think you can take my cock next?"

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YYH MAIN CAST WITH A YASHIRO NENE! S/O

Yusuke Urameshi

At first, he thinks you’re adorable but confusing. One minute you’re talking about how you’re going to die alone and become a lonely ghost, the next you’re crying over a shojo manga… and then trying to hug him with tears in your eyes.

“What the hell are you reading that for?! It’s just a drawing, babe!”

You once asked him what your zodiac compatibility was. He didn’t know what that meant, but he googled it later.

Will absolutely roast you when you act dramatic like “Yusuke, do you think I’m cursed in love forever??” with: “No, but I might be cursed with YOU if you keep talking like that.”

That said, if anyone makes fun of your insecurities—your legs, your looks, anything—he’s throwing hands instantly.

He acts like he doesn’t get it, but he secretly loves how soft you are with him. Like when you patch him up after fights and say, “Don’t be reckless! What if I lost you?!”

If you ever call yourself "a burden" or "not good enough," he gets serious real fast: “You’re everything to me, got it? Don’t talk like that again.”

Kazuma Kuwabara

Kuwabara? COMPLETELY head over heels. You’re his type to a T—sweet, emotional, and cute. He calls you “angel,” “princess,” or “my delicate flower.”

He believes in your horoscopes. “What? You’re a Pisces? That means today’s gonna be extra lucky for you! Come on, I’ll buy you a drink!”

You once cried over a love poem in public and he joined you. Like, full-on mutual sobbing.

When you say you think your legs or hands or hair are ugly, he starts listing everything he loves about them—and probably writes poetry about it later.

Overprotective when guys flirt with you. “She’s got someone already! Back off, punk!”

Even though you’re clumsy and dramatic sometimes, he finds it adorable. You trip? He catches you. You drop something? He dives for it.

Honestly treats you like a fairy-tale princess. If you’re sad, he’ll try to “slay dragons” (aka beat up monsters) to cheer you up.

Would 100% start a diary of your cute quotes.

Kurama (Shuichi Minamino)

He finds your personality refreshing and oddly soothing. Your bubbly energy, despite your insecurities, fascinates him.

You once asked if your legs looked weird. He calmly responded, “They carry you so gracefully. Why would I find fault in them?”

He listens patiently when you ramble about your crushes, favorite couples, or weird dreams. He may not believe in horoscopes, but he’ll pretend to, just to see your eyes light up.

Will gently tease you when you’re dramatic, with a small smile: “You truly believe ghosts of ex-boyfriends haunt school hallways?”

If someone hurts your feelings or calls you weird, Kurama switches to full fox mode behind the scenes. You won’t even know he handled it.

You bring out his protective side. Even if you're scared or cry easily, he admires how hard you try to be brave and how much you care.

Secretly keeps a pressed flower you gave him tucked in his journal.

When you ask if he’ll still like you even if you’re “clumsy, plain, and annoying,” he simply cups your cheek and says, “You are none of those things… but if you were, I’d still fall for you.”

Hiei

“Why is she like this.” You’re emotional, you cry over manga, you scream at bugs, and yet—he hasn’t left. Why?

Because despite complaining, he always shows up when you need him. If you fall, he’s at your side in seconds. If someone upsets you, they’re mysteriously missing the next day.

“Do you think I’m cursed in love?” you’d ask dramatically. “Tch. You’re just cursed with bad taste—look who you’re dating.”

Despite his cold exterior, your soft nature kind of… warms something in him. He starts paying attention to little things—like what flowers you like, or your favorite tea.

If you cry in front of him? He freezes—but then sits next to you awkwardly and mutters, “...I’m here. Don’t cry like that.”

If you tell him you hate your legs or feel ugly, he gets quiet, then serious: “Anyone who makes you feel that way is an idiot. Including yourself.”

Will literally carry you bridal style if you trip and twist your ankle. You’re flustered, and he’s just grumbling: “You’re lucky I’m faster than gravity.”

The kind of guy to scoff at your horoscope… then quietly check his own the next day when you’re not looking.