mitsua

[mitsua]

DO YOU SEE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?

synopsis: a yandere who is a crybaby tries his best to maintain you now that you were kidnapped by him, but the moment he arrives home from work you notice his eyebags, and when he hears you call for him the first time, his whole self crumbles infront of you. (4.3k) warnings: love obsession, kidnapping, anxiety, depression, anger issues, self-harm, overworking, cursing, overthinking reader's gn a/n: literally my desired type of yandere... let me know what you think about it, i love reading your opinions!

he has kidnapped you weeks ago now, and ever since then, you have not spoke for the life of you. he even tried hearing anything you might get to say when you're all alone through the cameras he had installed for your arrival at his home, but to no avail—you haven't said anything.

he knew you might be struggling—he knew you would since the beginning—he knew you would take your time to get accostumed to this new and strange life with him, but had hopelessly thought it would be quicker and softer than whatever it's happening right now.

he knew you liked to talk yourself out whenever you were alone (or thought you were), so he didn't get it how were you standing so strong on your need to not say a word.

whenever he asks if you are hungry? if you're thirsty? cold? bored? you just look at him with those dull eyes of you, which of course had given him chills on more than one ocasion now, and he doesn't like that either—but what else can he do? he's in the edge of collapsing.

he's done everything he can to finish off work as quick as possible and try to spend more time by your side and see if something could change, expecting a miracle to happen so you'd be in a better mood and maybe finally telling him a simple yes or no when he asks if its ok to cuddle that night with you. he'd end up doing it whatever you say though—but maybe, just maybe, if you do use your voice to tell him not—he'd obey. he's got that desperate nowadays.

you got him going crazy, mind spiralling so much these days he can't focus on anything but trying to remember your voice and searching—thinking of anything that might get you to talk to him.

he's begged, he feels miserable admitting it, but he's gotten on his knees and pleaded you to voice at least one of your thoughts, to insult him or tell him how angry you feel with him—but none of that ever comes. he's left in tears, facing the floor with bruised fists of so much hitting the ground in desperation.

did you know what you were doing to him? he always thought you did, because if you didn't, you wouldn't deprive yourself so much in the sake of seeing him suffer—would you? he really hopes not, he already thinks you hate him enough but not to that extent.

weeks had turned into months and he's gotten promoted on his job to a higher rank without knowing why 'cause he's been more scattered than usual—whatever, now he's gotten a higher salary, he planned on spoiling you even more. he doesn't plan on hurting you to talk to him, no no, it's the other way around—he plans on making you the happiest ever to get to see you recover to your normal self—to smile at him.

however, as this new rank had its perks, it had its drawbacks as well. he wouldn't spend much time with you anymore and that got him thinking twice about signing the papers—but as his more depressed voice on his mind told him—if you aren't talking to him now, maybe if you miss him enough you'll do, and when he goes back home with lots of presents for you, you'll change your mind about this silent treatment nightmare.

yeah. he'd take the offer.

he didn't expect the work to be as insufferable as it has come to be, he's gotta deal with lots of clients a day while going in and out of meetings with some superiors while teaching juniors how to start with the business. to say he's going even crazier would be an understatement—he's losing his sanity.

however, something peculiar about him is that he doesn't like lashing out with the first person who makes him snap, no, he's a sensible man—a crybaby. he doesn't scream his lungs out when things aren't going his way, he doesn't grab by the collar a stupid costumer nor does he slap the shit out of those who take advantage of him because of this same reasons—he just cries, cries and hurts himself as he punches the walls that protect his dignity even by being all alone and letting all his feelings flow along his tears.

so he arrives home one of this tiring and stressing days—expecting you to be locked on your shared room, hugging your knees as close as possible to do not meet him in the eye—he expected everything to be as quiet, as cold and as dark as a cave.

he's been dealing all by himself the tasks of taking care of yourself, he's prepared some meals and had ordered take out every now and then as well, he's bought you some clothing and let you choose yourself via app to order some more or even things for hobbies he knew you had before taking you captive.

he knew the routine by now, and thinking about repeating it all over again day and day didn't bother him at all as long as he had you much than now.

he's wearing himself out for some dream he knew wasn't bound to happen until you'd let it—until you love him. until you love him too.

he was pretty confident on himself before kidnapping you it'd come to happen one day or another, but having been as long as it has already been, he's not sure anymore.

you weren't showing any signs of letting your guard down, of trusting him even a bit, nothing—you just looked so empty.

or that's what he thought at least.

when he'd first taken you from away from your life you were scared, angry, anxious and mostly, sad. you couldn't comprehend your thoughts as your mind raced miles per minute with everything that was happening at once.

there was this man who had come up with you and messily but sort of sweetly confessed his love to you, a very intense one as he let see. the next second—as you told him you didn't know him so you politely rejected his feelings—he was on you putting a cloth on your mouth and nose.

when you woke up, you were on a place you had never seen and the same man appeared and gave you a welcome—with a sheepish smile and looking like a teenager in love—told you to feel comfortable around here and to not be afraid to ask for anything, that he'd provide all your needs in the blink of an eye.

you were incredulous, you couldn't believe he was so devoted to you as to know each and every one of your likings, dislikes, hobbies, prefered music, everything. maybe he even knew you better than you knew yourself—it scared you.

how were you expected to respond to all that love bombing? you were scared and sad when he'd explained you wouldn't leave the house ever again, or atleast until he deemed it possible, as he still thought you would try to escape from him—and of course you agreed on your mind.

but you were that afraid of anything he might do that your body wouldn't obey you. you wanted to scream so loud but the only thing that ever came out were tears of frustration—tears holding the deep feelings you were holding from not talking for so long with someone else—even when he's been a "gentleman" and asked you to talk to him so many times.

you just wouldn't budge, sometimes because of the anger, some others because of fear and mostly nowadays because you were giving up your life altogether.

no one has come here, to wherever this house was. when he's turned on the tv there were no reports on missing people, you didn't have your phone either so you got no messages from family members or friends asking where were you or if you were ok, you missed all of that and wish you could matter some more to all of them to have already found you. but they hadn't—they weren't really looking that deep on anything for time to have passed so slow yet so fast that it'd already been half a year and there was nothing from them.

no one cared about you—or so you thought until you saw him one day arriving to the house looking so tired, with eyebags so marked and sluggish steps going straight to the bedroom to leave his suitcase and greet you as usual with the same sheepish smile and a kiss on your forehead. you thought no one cared about you—but as he then dragged his tired body to the kitchen to get started on making your favorite dish for the nth time on the month, you weren't so sure anymore.

you were starting to trust a little bit on him, but reprimanded yourself so hard on your mind that you were left exhausted mentally everyday with your dilemma.

you needed to distract yourself, you couldn't bear that all the things you were bottling up on your throat before they could even taste the tip of your tongue would always swirl around your mind and dreams to get turned on nightmares being awake or not so often now.

so you got up from the bed one day and took tiny and doubtfull steps to the kitchen after your kidnapper had left for work—not without giving you your forehead kiss of course.

upon arriving to your today's destiny, you put on the apron he's showed many times before to you telling you he bought specially for you for when you're on the mood of joining him to help on preparing the food for the day.

a smile crossed your features without knowing. it had a design of your favorite animal on a cartoonish style printed cutely on it.

you got a look around the shelfs and the refrigerator to mentally make a list about possible recipes you could get done with everything there is.

before living whatever the hell this all has been you see—even if you weren't so doted on it—you liked cooking. trying out recipes only you could mix up and to your contentment, the majority of your dishes would end up being to your family's and friends' liking.

you got absorbed on making a specific dish that your bad thoughts were all forgotten and replaced by the thought of seeing your plate finished and the smile of your captor when seeing it.

how would he react? would he be angry? suspicious of your sudden actions? there's no poison around here so there would be no need for him to worry about anything like that though...

you admitted you would feel a bit sad if he were to talk badly about your cooking skills, but still were adamant on trying to get it done, so persevered and as the clock hit the time he was supposed to get out of work as he's told you weeks ago for his new rank, you had plated two sets of your soup and main dish along a mini dessert at the sides.

you felt anxious—your stomach wasn't as hungry as you thought when you smelled the soup cooking up minutes ago, no—you were nervous.

as some time passed and the clock hit the next hour, you decided to take a shower to hopefully get the warm water to calm your racing heart and wild butterflies in your belly.

you put on some of the clothes you've chosen and accesories he's bought you that made you feel comfortable to turn on the tv and continue watching a movie.

however, you kept glancing the clock every five minutes approximately and grew even more anxious and disappointed when it had passed two hours since he was supposed to arrive.

he's has never begged so hard for earth to just swallow him up so many times before in a day but here he was. his boss had left on unannounced vacations for a whole month and dumped all his responsibilities on him while a new course had opened for recently graduated juniors to get experience on the area, and just when he thought it couldn't get worse—an important partner of the company had demanded a meeting with the same person missing for some stupid vacation on miami now of all times.

everytime he turned around at any room there would be a new person or a colleague asking him for favors, questions he's felt he's answered hundreds of times already, to sign so many papers he's not sure he's really doing his best to keep his signature the same 'cause his hand hurts so much. his feet are aching and his headache is doing nothing but making the day feel endless.

he wants to arrive home already—he wants to go with you even if you'd just look at your arms or knees instead of him—he's one hundred percent sure that'd be better than all this chaos.

he hadn't had the time to check out on you now that he thinks about it. but just as that thought occurs, another phone rings and he has to sit on a new chat with an angry client, slowly getting so overwhelmed with it that he forgets about checking the app on his phone that had become a salvation for moments like this—where he sees your every movement around his house, even if its not that much.

and just as he had thought—the workload wouldn't let him go rest at his designated time, no, it would prolong until two more hours later of suffering. he wanted to cry so bad now.

when the last colleague had left and the company's lights finally turned off, he almost felt his soul leave his body from relief.

he tried his best to grab his things and return home as quick as possible, but his swollen feet from all the walking around offices, dizzy mind and buzzing ears made it an impossible task. he stumbled upon every stone on his path to his car, almost crashed it and could be seen sleeping on every red light.

he wanted to be with you right on that instant so badly he swore he could die happily even if that was the last thing he did.

as he parked his car and as carefully and silently as he could opened the front door to do not wake you—he let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding all the way until here, closing his arms and trying to stretch his legs for the muscles to relax now that he's in a safe space.

when he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the turned on tv with the netflix warning reading "are you still watching?" for when a show had ended but no movement was made after some minutes. then, his eyes instantely fell on the back of your head resting on the couch of the living room. he took more steps in in the way of your bedroom to leave his suitcase as always—but the scene before it left him astonished.

the table was set up—cutlery placed neatly and deliciously looking food put on the bowls and plain dishes it made his mouth water almost instantly, but most importantly, his heart started beating fast and his cheeks reddened. soon, his eyes let out all his frustrations from the day into salty tears and broken sobs came from his dry throat and deeply overwhelmed mind and heart.

you had prepared it. you prepared all this for the two of you. the set for the other person accross the table was untouched which meant you hadn't eaten either. you were waiting for him too—you waited for him. to eat dinner—to eat dinner together.

he felt like he died and reborn once more. he wasn't taking it easy and dropped his suitcase without thinking the noise would startle you. his hands going straight to his eyes to stop his with his waterfalls and choke down his sobs.

you woke up startled by the noise of... him crying? oh no, he'd arrived and you've fallen asleep! he's already seen the surprise but maybe he hadn't like it? you felt terrible, your stomach dropping upon seeing him desperately rubbing his eyes and crumbling on the dining room's floor.

you got up and came behind him, taking into account that because of his loud crying he hadnt' noticed you. you got worried for him—just as you got worried all those times ago when he'd cry and beg for you to talk and look at him—you didn't like seeing him cry, but he wouldn't stop.

so you spoke.

"hey," something as simple as that but you did it. something you hadn't done for the almost seven months you've been trapped with someone you barely knew but had told you he'd fallen deeply in love with you—with someone who'd spent everyday since then showing you—his in fact—endless love for you.

he stopped his crying immediately, shoulders tensing and mind short-circuiting. did you just—did you just talk to him?

"i-i'm sorry if it's not of your liking, i-i just-i just thought about making dinner but never really asked for permission-i'm-i'm so sorry"—you rambled, now that you started speaking you couldn't really stop yourself anymore.

your mind now freely spoke everything it came to it, forgetting about the overthinking you did about the right moments or right words—you just did it.

he wasn't really reacting. how could he? he didn't know what to do or say—many things he's dreamed of had happened in the spawn of five minutes since he's arrived.

he turned slowly to face you, the light hitting him from the back didn't let his swollen red eyes and runny nose from all the crying be seen easily—but you could see his form shivering—he's holding his tears back now. just as you got surprised by the sudden recover of your voice, he also was.

so you spoke up again, but this time with your actions.

you took some steps closer to him—coming face to face with his chest as he was a lot taller than you—and wrapped your arms around him.

you were doing anything before thinking further on it, really. he started crying even harder this time. almost making you retract yourself but you didn't—you didn't want to let go.

he's proved you he would mantain you—he's given you some kind of freedom under his roof and brought you so many things that on your previous lifestyle you could only dream of. he's talked for the two of you all this time you were deprived of it—even if he felt bad about it—he never hurt you or said bad things to you. he encouraged you to, he really demonstrated he did all of what he did because of love.

and you've fallen for it.

now that he had everything he's asked for he couldn't react as he thought he would. he thought that whenever it was that you would hug him first, he'd instantely reciprocate the affection and drown you whole on it. he'd smother you with tons of kisses and tell you so many cheesy lines even he'd feel grossed out from them, but he wouldn't care 'cause you wouldn't care either, you'd be happy—happy together.

after some minutes of you holding him together on your arms as he sobbed out uncomprehensible lines and looked at you through blurry eyes, you ended the hug and unconsciously moved your hands to take place on both of his cheeks so sweetly—so carefully as he if he's made of porcelain—and stared into his eyes so deeply his knees got weak, your eyes were full of love—they were screaming it—he could hear it.

you've fallen for him—you've really done it.

you looked from his wide-puppy-like eyes to his lips as if asking permission for sealing this silent promise of eternal love you've sentenced upon the two of you since you hugged him.

he nodded his head a little and sucked in a breath as if preparing for what's to come. you reached closer—neither closing your eyes just yet until you connected your lips with his.

it felt as if the world stopped for seconds—it felt right—so damn right. he finally got rid of his frozen posture and placed one of his hands on behind your head and the other on your hips to pull you closer, while you focused on laying all your emotions for him on that kiss—that special and never-forgettable moment you'd just share.

you lasted some seconds more until he pulled away to look at you in the eye, look at you already looking at him—not like all those times in the past when he'd have to search for your eyes—you shared the same warmth as he's shared for you all this time until now, for him.

"i love you so much," his mouth let out, reciting it out in the open once again as he's done for so many nights on the past even if you didn't tell him anything.

but to his surprise, today you'd decided to reciprocate it. "i love you too."

four words, eleven vocal tones united to form four words that all come together meaning such a common yet powerful feeling humans feel for another—another human or thing, moment or memory—this being confessed only when seem proper, mostly when two people mean it, not without a risk of course—risk of losing it all but said with the confidence of it not happening. said with the hope it won't—hoping this love would flourish into something deeper and comfortable in many forms, the forms of a house, a family—an eternity together.

four words that made him remember why he's loved you so much and felt all his time spent on you was worth every single second.

"i'm so happy with you, i-i love you," he repeated, this time taking your hands on his bigger ones, and his smile so big that his teeth were showing and eyes almost closing resembling that of a child getting the latest toy they wanted.

you squeezed softly and started to walk without letting go, to the table—only doing so when you went to take out the chair for him to have a seat and gently indicating him so, picking up the cold plates and going to warm them up in the microwave.

he's eyes never left your form—just as when he'd watch you while doing paperwork through the cameras—he was and would always be infatuated with you. he felt so blessed in that moment and thanked whatever came to his mind for what was happening.

as much as he'd like to help you out right now—he just felt so tired and so enraptured with your movements that he stayed still until you returned with the food and placed it down again on its place, smiling softly at him and taking a seat too.

he took the first bite, already thinking it would taste delicious if it came from you, savoring it he noticed how wrong he was—it tasted heavenly. his face relaxed and he started eating faster, devoring everything as his now more than empty stomach begged for some food after the long hours he's spent without eating.

you took it as a good sign and felt relieved—finally digging in—you both finished fairly quickly and as you were about to wash the dishes, he came behind you saying, "let me get those done, you've already cooked for the both of us, it's the least i can do."

"no, you've just come from working, and if i decided to cook then i'm in charge of cleaning them too." you defended, taking the gloves and almost putting them on before he negotiated, "then what about doing them tomorrow, i'm so tired right now i'd like to just hug you all night." he smirked after seeing you ponder for a bit, he got you.

"fine... i'll-i''ll wake up early to clean them before you even think of doing so!" you claimed, taking off the gloves and tangling your arm around his, both of you walking to the bedroom.

"i'll undo the bed, you can go change," you offered, going up to it and starting to place the decorative pillows on the armchair next to the desk in the bedroom—where he'd often spend restless nights firstly figuring out his plan to get you, and when he'd gotten you—nights planning out how to get you to fall for him, now he's watching you place those pillows yourself, undoing the bed and taking place on it as if you were already a married couple.

he changed to his pajamas carelessly, tossing his uniform on his wardrobe and shoes long-forgotten somewhere on the carpeted floor of the dressing room that covered the whole bedroom as well.

he then let himself fall on the bed, arms looking out immediately for your body and wrapped gently yet tightly around you, taking a deep breath on the side of your neck and letting all his worries vanish from his mind by having you all to himself like this.

"good night," you whispered, hands going to play with his hair and caressing it softly as if petting a cat, he felt like he'd most definitely end up purring too.

"good night, my love."

PT. 2 HERE

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weekly schedule!

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MONDAY `✦ ˑ NEW SCHED. TUESDAY `✦ ˑ yandere college nerd pt. 2 WEDNESDAY `✦ ˑ none THURSDAY `✦ ˑ SLEEPY? (BNHA characters x reader hcs) FRIDAY `✦ ˑ none SATURDAY `✦ ˑ nothing planned, might do something about it SUNDAY `✦ ˑ SCHED. FEEDBACK REBLOG

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SLEEPY?

synopsis: them yawning to see if you were looking at them (0.26k) mini context: you know what they say about wanting to check if someone's been looking at you, you just have to yawn and if it's true they'll yawn back? Well, that's what this is about pairings: eijiro kirishima, kaminari denki, hitoshi shinsou x reader (separately)

eijiro kirishima

denki told him how this worked, yeah it was that or either he saw someone doing it and thought he'd give it a try without knowing the further implications it could have.

it ended up with you blushing as you indeed knew what this little thing was about and Kirishima smiling just as his theory came to life not thinking why you'd be embarrassed.

kaminari denki

ha! knew it! he exclaims as he sees you yawning back, wiping the little tear coming from his eye caused by the exaggerated yawn he did to prove his point.

you were a little taken aback of his sudden screaming as you were in the library, probably not the best moment. someone sushes him and as he apologizes politely, turning back to the virtual book he was reading, he smiles to himself knowing you're casually looking at him just like he is doing it with you.

hitoshi shinsou

well he yawns almost 24/7, so it wasn't so difficult. probably as he read some article about making a healthy and reasonable sleeping schedule he came across this fun fact they always have at the bottom of the page.

immediately smirks and decides to try it out with you one day at lunch. when he sees you yawning back, he momentarily gets shocked but quickly hides it and may or may not tease you about it later.

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weekly schedule!

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MONDAY `✦ ˑ NEW SCHED. TUESDAY `✦ ˑ yandere college nerd pt. 2 WEDNESDAY `✦ ˑ none THURSDAY `✦ ˑ SLEEPY? (BNHA characters x reader hcs) FRIDAY `✦ ˑ none SATURDAY `✦ ˑ nothing planned, might do something about it SUNDAY `✦ ˑ SCHED. FEEDBACK REBLOG

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weekly schedule!

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MONDAY `✦ ˑ NEW SCHED. TUESDAY `✦ ˑ yandere college nerd pt. 2 WEDNESDAY `✦ ˑ none THURSDAY `✦ ˑ SLEEPY? (BNHA characters x reader hcs) FRIDAY `✦ ˑ none SATURDAY `✦ ˑ nothing planned, might do something about it SUNDAY `✦ ˑ SCHED. FEEDBACK REBLOG

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Yandere college nerd pt. 2 | pt. 1

warnings: kidnapped reader, stalking

reader's g/n

"It does not matter to me if you see this as cruel, you deserve every truth".

It was the last thing you heard him say after he subtly snuck up behind you to put a damped cloth on your nose and mouth, its contents making you faint quickly.

After waking up, squinting your eyes through the dark to try to recognize your surroundings, you felt something tough was kepting your hands and legs from getting off of the bed.

There was no window, no sound coming from anywhere, until you heard a door being unlocked and footsteps rushing to your side.

"Y/N you're finally awake! Hi! It's me, Claude, you knew it was me, right? Definitely! How could you not—Why are you shaking?". He rambled, you could feel his hands carressing desperately your arms and it was giving you chills.

"I-I-Claude, where are we?". You mustered up, your shaky voice giving out how scared you were and the thought of being the responsible of this reaction made him chuckle.

"Oh sweetie, don't worry about that, better start remembering all that knowledge you keep on that pretty head of yours". After feeling his finger touch your forehead, he got up from the mattress to flicker the lights of the room on.

It seemed cozy, but maybe a little too cozy to your liking. It was small, it certainly had things you mentioned enjoying in some conversations with him, but there were even things you thought you'd never see again on your life.

From some pencils and stationery items on the wooden desk at the other side of the room, to clothes you noticed had gone missing for the last weeks hanging nicely from the open closet.

And then again, the cause of all this fear making your shocked self start tearing up, watching photos of you everywhere, came to your side and whispered to your ear;

"Don't you like it, my first and only student?". Claude said, intentionally making you putty on his hands, starting to discard gently but skillfuly the restraints as you were so scared to run away, he'll be your knight in shining armor and comfort you.

"Please know I did it for you and our good, this society is so corrupted they don't even know what's true anymore. But us—us, my dove, we'll get to fly together into the depths of everything we have to know, together. "

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weekly schedule!

hope you're having a good start of the week, sending love (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

MONDAY `✦ ˑ NEW SCHED. TUESDAY `✦ ˑ yandere college nerd pt. 2 WEDNESDAY `✦ ˑ none THURSDAY `✦ ˑ SLEEPY? (BNHA characters x reader hcs) FRIDAY `✦ ˑ none SATURDAY `✦ ˑ nothing planned, might do something about it SUNDAY `✦ ˑ SCHED. FEEDBACK REBLOG

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excepting this feedback reblog i managed to publish accordingly! and could even squish in an extra post! i really love being organized hehe what do you think about this weeks' posts? have a lovely day! i'll be posting this week's schedule soon.

week's schedule!

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MONDAY 𝜗ৎ NEW SCHED. TUESDAY 𝜗ৎ KISS YOUR TEARS AWAY (OM! lucifer x reader) + SPECIAL EXTRA: ORANGE BOY (various 'tsundere' characters x reader) WEDNESAY 𝜗ৎ none THURSDAY 𝜗ৎ BE CAREFUL NEXT TIME! (Gakuen babysitters x reader) FRIDAY 𝜗ৎ none SATURDAY 𝜗ৎ nothing planned, might do something about it SUNDAY 𝜗ৎ SCHED. FEEDBACK REBLOG

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ORANGE BOY

synopsis: about the characters who are acidic but also sweet when loved right (0.78k) a/n: this post is for the characters who don't really know at first how to show their love for their partner, who crave something really deep inside them but do not know what it really is.

he swears he loves you, and he really does, but it's just so difficult to show it he wants to burst way too often.

whenever you grab his face between your delicate hands and look at him with those big doe eyes of yours—he swears he's seen heaven. he doesn't know what to do, so he merely stares back, which you take it as a sign that it doesn't bothers him much, so you stand there, blinking at each other—wherever it is that you are, the living room, an empty room, a crowded space—it just seems as if everyone and everything disappears leaving just you two in there.

whenever you kiss his cheek or forehead unexpectedly, his face will stay redder and warmer for the rest of the day. and you notice, of course you do—he thinks. you might or might not, whatever, you just wanted to show him you love him for the nth time of the day. and he still doesn't know how to correspond to that. so he might retaliate with a weak 'the hell do you think you're doin'?' and remain unmoving, 'cause he wants to save some pride, not throw away your relation by thinking he didn't really like it.

when you hug him, he fights so hard against himself to try and move his suddenly frozen in place arms. he craves your warmth, but he doesn't know how to keep it, to ask for it, to reach you. 'cause as much as he'd like to act as if he is the best in everything and everytime, he feels you're way out of his league just by you're kindness.

when you tell him you love him is when he really gets the angriest at himself, because after everything you've been through, he knows he wants to say it back, he really does. but his sharp tongue keeps him quiet. (something surprising for someone who might always be bickering back). he keeps quiet and he hates it. he wants to confess how much he loves you too, to say he might even love you more than you love him. but he still doesn't know how to say it.

but you understand. you understood since you saw how he behaved with everyone around him when you first met him. you understood since you saw how he began to behave when he was around you—which was way different from what you've ever witnessed. and you love him for that.

you know he is different when he is around you because he tries to be his most true self with you, no stupid barriers imposed by peer pressure nor uncalled for comments everytime you say something that might come out as dumb every now and then.

so when you grab his face, give him unexpected kisses on his cheek or forehead, hug him and tell him you love him, you hope he understands what you mean. because as much as he doesn't know how to reach for your warmth, you want to show him you'll still be there for him for as long as he needs. until he reciprocates, until the day he'll do those things to you by himself, until he says 'i love you too', back.

it isn't until the day your first kiss on the lips happens that you realize he's changed for good.

you didn't ask for it, you didn't exactly initiate it, he didn't show his intentions to do so either.

so to say both of you were caught off guard when he finally did it it's understandable. none of you expected it.

but it felt so damn right he might have thought it was ilegal.

he felt relieved yet thrilled, in place yet so dispersed. it was something he never thought of doing with anyone, yet he thought about days about how much he wanted to kiss you.

when he retreated to look at your face after the kiss, he saw it. he saw the brightness in your eyes get more intense with feelings he still didn't understand fully, but he understood you knew this was his way of reciprocating all your loving from before.

you were both speechless, but your eyes held so much emotions there was no need for words.

as you grabbed his shoulder and his neck with your other hand, a questioning look appeared on his face until he felt your lips on his for a second time.

now that he had started, you didn't want to stop.

because this boys, the ones who have the most difficult behaviour at first, the most bittersweet evil grins of all—are the ones who fall the hardest and turn into the most lovable, cute and confused sweet oranges of all when loved right.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶⊹︶︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

i'm thinking about... katsuki bakugo (bnha), megumi fushiguro (jjk), haruka sakura (wbk), shin asakura (sakamoto days), ciel phantomhive (black butler), gabimaru tsuki (hell's paradise), saiki kusuo (saiki k), inosuke hashibira (demon slayer), hayato kamitani (gakuen babysitters), toru sakuragi (the yakuza's guide to babysitting), kenma kozume (hq!), shouei barou, jingo raichi, seishiro nagi (bllk) and whoever else comes to your mind!

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶⊹︶︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

do you like this kind of characters? let me know your opinions! (๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ♡

[mitsua]

week's schedule!

hope you look forward to the next uploads! 𔘓𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

MONDAY 𝜗ৎ NEW SCHED. TUESDAY 𝜗ৎ KISS YOUR TEARS AWAY (OM! lucifer x reader) + SPECIAL EXTRA: ORANGE BOY (various 'tsundere' characters x reader) WEDNESAY 𝜗ৎ none THURSDAY 𝜗ৎ BE CAREFUL NEXT TIME! (Gakuen babysitters x reader) FRIDAY 𝜗ৎ none SATURDAY 𝜗ৎ nothing planned, might do something about it SUNDAY 𝜗ৎ SCHED. FEEDBACK REBLOG

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BE CAREFUL NEXT TIME!

synopsis: you come bruised up to the daycare, how will they react? (0.68k)

warnings: mentions of bruises, reader crying

ryūchi kashima

he's beyond worried when you come in the daycare limping and covering your knee after the teachers had already picked up their children.

fortunately, dealing with various little babies has helped him with his reflexes so he gets the aid-kit rather quick.

tells you to sit down and asks you what happened, doesn't matter if you don't want to tell him in the moment or you're crying to much to speak, he'll understand it.

while he puts the band around your knee a few times, carefully, he may try to calm you down.

when he's done he sits down next to you and put his arm on your back, soothing a little.

(he doesn't realize the position so he's not that uncomfortable or nervous, but if you tell him you'd like space he'd accept it).

saikawa keigo (platonic)

why on earth is another young person in the garden stuck on the bushes—

oh, you tripped on your way here to see ryūchi but you just got a text from him telling you he wouldn't make it on time?!

lets you inside and asks you to sit down on the living room while he goes for something to clean up the wound on your hands.

he's efficient and quick, still caring to do not cause you much pain but not as much as ryūchi. he'd rather give you a cup of tea if you need to calm down and bring you tissues to clean your face away from the tears.

usaida yoshihito

asleep when he heard the door slam open which could've woken up the babies but did only so to him.

sees you limping in the room with a distressed look on your face.

why're your pants so dirty?

you were only focused on getting something to bandage up before anyone saw it so you didn't noticed him waking up.

he got up and went to the right side to get the med-kit thinking you'd be searching for that as you stumbled to get a hold on yourself.

he handed it to you, your surprise quickly dissipating as another shock of pain came from your leg.

as you uncover your wound he hisses as if he was the one who got it.

watches you bandage yourself, motivating you with simple words and caressing your not-hurt-leg.

still asking if you'd like him to bring you something else (ended up bringing you some soda can he found in the room knowing it wouldn't be the best if you were left alone).

up to you if you want to tell him what happened but you can see the concern on his face.

hayato kamitani

finishing your sports practices, you were on your way home but hayato found you walking with difficulties, you were wearing a short so he could see bruises on both your legs.

he decides to catch up with you from behind and ask you if you'd accompany him to the daycare to pick up his brother and get your injuries taken care of on the way.

you nodded exhaustedly and he helped you with your backpack and placed one of your arms around his shoulders to help you balance properly at least until you arrived to the infirmary.

it was closed—incredible luck.

told you if you were comfortable going to the daycare he could help with the med-kit in there.

as you arrived, you saw usaida and taka sleeping on the floor's matresses.

he quickly went for everything to cover you up and did it somehow a bit clumsily since he's not that familiar with helping bandaging, still, it came well.

may or may not side hug you after that if you're still feeling bad (talking about emotionally).

maria inomata

stares shocked to your stumbling form trying to reach for someone to help you after the messy day you just had.

is quickly by your side asking/shouting what on earth happened to you.

if you're too busy crying she'd still not stop and maybe even make you cry harder.

would notice her mistake, apologize and offer to help you out.

skilled with everything you may need to feel better.

is there to lend an ear if you want to tell her what happened.

[mitsua]

ORANGE BOY

synopsis: about the characters who are acidic but also sweet when loved right (0.78k) a/n: this post is for the characters who don't really know at first how to show their love for their partner, who crave something really deep inside them but do not know what it really is.

he swears he loves you, and he really does, but it's just so difficult to show it he wants to burst way too often.

whenever you grab his face between your delicate hands and look at him with those big doe eyes of yours—he swears he's seen heaven. he doesn't know what to do, so he merely stares back, which you take it as a sign that it doesn't bothers him much, so you stand there, blinking at each other—wherever it is that you are, the living room, an empty room, a crowded space—it just seems as if everyone and everything disappears leaving just you two in there.

whenever you kiss his cheek or forehead unexpectedly, his face will stay redder and warmer for the rest of the day. and you notice, of course you do—he thinks. you might or might not, whatever, you just wanted to show him you love him for the nth time of the day. and he still doesn't know how to correspond to that. so he might retaliate with a weak 'the hell do you think you're doin'?' and remain unmoving, 'cause he wants to save some pride, not throw away your relation by thinking he didn't really like it.

when you hug him, he fights so hard against himself to try and move his suddenly frozen in place arms. he craves your warmth, but he doesn't know how to keep it, to ask for it, to reach you. 'cause as much as he'd like to act as if he is the best in everything and everytime, he feels you're way out of his league just by you're kindness.

when you tell him you love him is when he really gets the angriest at himself, because after everything you've been through, he knows he wants to say it back, he really does. but his sharp tongue keeps him quiet. (something surprising for someone who might always be bickering back). he keeps quiet and he hates it. he wants to confess how much he loves you too, to say he might even love you more than you love him. but he still doesn't know how to say it.

but you understand. you understood since you saw how he behaved with everyone around him when you first met him. you understood since you saw how he began to behave when he was around you—which was way different from what you've ever witnessed. and you love him for that.

you know he is different when he is around you because he tries to be his most true self with you, no stupid barriers imposed by peer pressure nor uncalled for comments everytime you say something that might come out as dumb every now and then.

so when you grab his face, give him unexpected kisses on his cheek or forehead, hug him and tell him you love him, you hope he understands what you mean. because as much as he doesn't know how to reach for your warmth, you want to show him you'll still be there for him for as long as he needs. until he reciprocates, until the day he'll do those things to you by himself, until he says 'i love you too', back.

it isn't until the day your first kiss on the lips happens that you realize he's changed for good.

you didn't ask for it, you didn't exactly initiate it, he didn't show his intentions to do so either.

so to say both of you were caught off guard when he finally did it it's understandable. none of you expected it.

but it felt so damn right he might have thought it was ilegal.

he felt relieved yet thrilled, in place yet so dispersed. it was something he never thought of doing with anyone, yet he thought about days about how much he wanted to kiss you.

when he retreated to look at your face after the kiss, he saw it. he saw the brightness in your eyes get more intense with feelings he still didn't understand fully, but he understood you knew this was his way of reciprocating all your loving from before.

you were both speechless, but your eyes held so much emotions there was no need for words.

as you grabbed his shoulder and his neck with your other hand, a questioning look appeared on his face until he felt your lips on his for a second time.

now that he had started, you didn't want to stop.

because this boys, the ones who have the most difficult behaviour at first, the most bittersweet evil grins of all—are the ones who fall the hardest and turn into the most lovable, cute and confused sweet oranges of all when loved right.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶⊹︶︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

i'm thinking about... katsuki bakugo (bnha), megumi fushiguro (jjk), haruka sakura (wbk), shin asakura (sakamoto days), ciel phantomhive (black butler), gabimaru tsuki (hell's paradise), saiki kusuo (saiki k), inosuke hashibira (demon slayer), hayato kamitani (gakuen babysitters), toru sakuragi (the yakuza's guide to babysitting), kenma kozume (hq!), shouei barou, jingo raichi, seishiro nagi (bllk) and whoever else comes to your mind!

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶⊹︶︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

do you like this kind of characters? let me know your opinions! (๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ♡

[mitsua]

KISS YOUR TEARS AWAY

synopsis: mc kissing his tears away (0.18k) pairing: om! lucifer x gn reader

lucifer was beyond surprised when he felt your lips caressing his cheek where his first tear fell as you embraced him.

for him to open up about something that ended up with him crying was definitely his attempt to show his trust in you.

which you obviously appreciated and tried to comfort him by listening to him vent up and giving all your love.

lucifer felt some kind of relief after saying such difficult things for him to share caused by his sin and while knowing you were there for him too.

the delicacy he felt your kisses were carried with only helped to confirm your love towards him—all over his face, not quickly nor harshly—just you taking your time specially were there was a tear or the trail of some.

no words were needed. your warm arms welcomed him as he felt he could rely on you completely.

closing his eyes he was thinking about much and nothing at all, but you.

you... oh, just how much does he love you?

he smiled, softly, returning the hug.

here's my OM! m.list if you'd like to read more! remember you can ask to be tagged at any of the fandoms i write for ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

[mitsua]

week's schedule!

hope you look forward to the next uploads! 𔘓𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

MONDAY 𝜗ৎ NEW SCHED. TUESDAY 𝜗ৎ KISS YOUR TEARS AWAY (OM! lucifer x reader) + SPECIAL EXTRA: ORANGE BOY (various 'tsundere' characters x reader) WEDNESAY 𝜗ৎ none THURSDAY 𝜗ৎ BE CAREFUL NEXT TIME! (Gakuen babysitters x reader) FRIDAY 𝜗ৎ none SATURDAY 𝜗ৎ nothing planned, might do something about it SUNDAY 𝜗ৎ SCHED. FEEDBACK REBLOG

[mitsua]

so sorry i couldn't exactly follow it (friday's post), but i think it really has helped me put some things in order, so i might continue uploading weekly schedules to have more consistency.

this reblog serves me as a feedback, does anyone have any opinion about this way of posting? do you have other recommendations?

thanks for standing by this week. hope you have a great day! i'll upload the current week's schedule later on (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

week's schedule!

decided to give this a try, hope you look forward to the next uploads! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

MONDAY ಇ. yandere crybaby pt. 2 DONE TUESDAY ಇ. none WEDNESAY ಇ. PLEASE, SLEEP! (BNHA hcs) DONE THURSDAY ಇ. none FRIDAY ಇ. killer messages (drabble) DONE SATURDAY ಇ. none planned, might do something about it SUNDAY ಇ. none

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k 𝚒 𝚕 𝚕 𝚎 𝚛 𝚖 𝚎 𝚜 𝚜 𝚊 𝚐 𝚎 𝚜

i still don't know why i didn't tell the truth.

if only i would have told him i didn't got the time to answer his messages... the moment i did tell him, it was already late. he'd decided to cut the relationship and stop talking.

still, i decided to try again, regain his trust little by little as much as he allowed; messaging constantly in an hour and so on, but even as i was trying my best to keep on the conversation, sometimes his dry replies would send my nerves on the edge, on consequence, the anxiety would slowly destroy my confidence one more time and make my mouth shut, my fingers stop typing and finish turning off my phone.

it was so difficult to tell the truth. it was my daily activities and my gut-wrenching thoughts that kept me away from him. so he cut off the relation once again, now for the rest of our days.

i wasn't able to erase my embarrassment. i dissappointed him, more than twice.

and all he was waiting for was a honest answer from me.

— The ones who would've shown this indifference and end the relation could've been... Bakugo Katsuki (BNHA), Hitoshi Shinsou (BNHA), Kusuo Saiki (The disastrous life of Saiki K), Hayato Kamitani (Gakuen Babysitters)

[mitsua]

PLEASE, SLEEP!

synopsis: they see you haven't been sleeping properly lately (1.95k) pairings: neito monoma, momo yaoyorozu, izuku midoriya x reader (separately)

neito monoma

kendo was the first one who noticed actually, then asked him if you had told him something about it, but he didn't pay much attention and continued with his casual talk about how bad class 1-A is...

but some days later, he started watching a few alarms of your lack of sleep. like, you haven't been participating the little you did or the much you did as always, you were... quieter than ever. just agreeing to whatever he said about flattering himself or either trash other classes. and he didn't like that—he didn't like to not be the center of your attention—how could his soulmate not care more about him? so, of course he started worrying more and more.

there was this day in particular in which you looked so exhausted; when he first watched you arrive to the classroom and started walking to your seat to talk a bit while kendo wasn't still there yet, he saw your puffy eyes and the bags under them. your hair was a bit mesy, and when you finally got the courage to speak with him as if you had nothing, he seemed... worried? at least that's what you thought, but not caring at all since the exams were coming and thought it was about that, not hearing the little sentence he whispered to you, and he just acted like nothing and brushed it off quickly, starting with a little conversation until the teacher or kendo, showed up and started the class.

"i need to know what's with you, my love"

--

after deciding one of your couple dates place—which would be at the beach—monoma was trying to ignore kendo's "with good intentions", suggestions (these were more like: "remember you have to treat them very well monoma, if you do something to upset them, they won't be the only one's who end up being mad with you, got it?"). and was trying to be more positive to come up with a way to ask about your problems and why did you look sleepy everytime.

with you, well... let's say you almost forgot about your date but thanks to your alarm you were ready, still with those bags under your eyes, you even tried covering them up with some makeup, but they still could be seen.

at the beach, monoma had placed a picnic on the sand, the sunset was beautiful and it warmed up everyone's eyes. monoma saw you coming to him, with a little smile on your face, you greeted him, responding to your 'hello', he kissed your hand and told you to take a sit.

minutes later, you were now embraced by your boyfriend's arms, in a lovely cuddle still admiring the sun, and how calming the water sounded. with this calmness, monoma asked you his past fear this last days.

"have you been you ok? have you been sleeping enough?"

your eyes widened a bit, and turned your head to look at those grayish blue eyes, they demanded for an answer—you couldn't just say 'i'm fine', like you always did—so with a sigh you respond, explaining yourself and nightmares that had been tormenting you and the constant thought of you not being important for anyone in the world.

of course this surprised him, and with each sentence you finished, you could feel his arms tensing more and more. when you locked eyes with him once again, finishing with your speech, he squished you even more, kissing your forehead and with much care, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, full of love and affection, making you feel comfortable and think that maybe you weren't alone at all.

you knew monoma wouldn't talk that much about love or cheesy things, he'd rather talk days and days about how good he is or how bad is class 1-A as always. so you were sure this was more than just a hug, it was his 'I'm here for you' and he won't let go for the next minutes.

"thank you, neito".

from then, he'd constatly remind you (on his own way) to get to sleep at the same time as him which is at 9 p.m. approximately.

if you're already at your bed but can't find how to sleep, you'll just need to text him—'can't sleep'—and he'd be inmediately in his way over your dorm, to cuddle up with you, or start a videocall and finally sleep.

momo yaoyorozu

she noticed it, no one had to tell her. since her lovable and caring self it's observant, she knew you weren't sleeping enough. but, how could she tell you without sounding like a stalker? since she's been trying to figure out if it was really your lack of sleep what was affecting you.

but of course, it was your schedule; sometimes you'd eat at the time been given to—at lunch—but others, you'd just stay at the classroom, doing homeworks or some project. sometimes at the afternoon, she would see you playing some videogames or just chilling at the common room with the class, and others would just see you restlessly pulling your hair and eating from concern of the recent exams' results.

you clearly weren't doing fine—so she decided to make subtle moves, comments or questions, to make you enter in reason of your actual situation, which was that you weren't okay, and weren't looking forward to get better.

and you got the 'hint', and felt even worse at yourself for being a burden to your loved one—at least that's the way you took it.

oh boy, her expression when she heard you crying and insulting yourself about your stupid schedule and how you couldn't even order something as 'simple' as your own life behind closed doors. she felt guilty, so she opened your dorm's door, and quickly hugged you, crying along with you, and telling she didn't mean to make you feel like that—that she just couldn't find a good way to tell you to take better care of yourself.

after both of you calmed down, still hugging each other, Momo told you to she'd gladly help you to order your schedule. for you to be fine, and finally get the peace you've been craving for without knowing. you accepted and thanked her, 'how sweet of her—to help with such a burden as you' you thought, not realizing you actually said it out loud, earning a little smack on your forehead from her for saying such a comment about yourself.

"ok ok, I'll stop saying things like that. and now, seriously, thank you for doing this momo, it really helps me and I hope we can go out on more dates once everything's in order".

after this, she'd stick up with you almost everytime, not in a bad way—but to help you studying and with the homework so you get to sleep peacefully, finally, without pressure.

izuku midoriya

his soulmate, oh, he could spent hours talking about them, or talking with them, you'd never get bored of him. little things made you feel even more in love with him; like his shining eyes whenever he saw all might, the smiles he gave to eri when she visited the dorms—specially at the christmas' celebrations class 1-A organized at the dorms—or each scar which meant how hard he was trying to be a good hero. and he was your good hero, your boyfriend.

this thoughts started as something you were so happy, you admire him, but slowly and with each thing you found more interesting about him, you felt you weren't enough for him. 'will he leave you because you weren't like him?' 'because you weren't giving your best at the classes exactly, just like him?'. this was tiring—you even had nightmares about it—everyone telling you that you aren't enough or emphazing your mistakes or remembering embarrassing moments you've had through your life.

this suffering was suffocating. it got to a point where you started to re-organize your day and take advantage of your productive day and your hours of sleep, soon more peace and less negative meetings with your nightmares, but just as soon, almost everyone noticed.

two things things in particular were the ones that gave you away:

many sounds could be heard at dawn. some dropped pencils, the pass of the pages you read from your books to study, among others. even when you tried to be as quiet as you could, no one's perfect, so of course somethings were out of your control.

the bags under you eyes and lack of attention at anything thay could be showed to you, or even at a simple conversation; you forgot about almost everything, and this was more than enough to find out about your bad sleeping habits.

you weren't "ok".

izuku had been thinking in a way to confront you about this without sounding rude in any way. taking some advice by his friends, he'd show up at the park at 5:00 p.m.—just as you did—the next day and talk about it.

--

at 4:50 there was midoriya calmly recalling his plans to ask you and imaginating any way you could react to his question—probably freaking out a bit, probably feeling bad and leaving him alone, probably—

you were infront of him and took him by surprise, but beeing happily greeted, his characteristic smile shining just as much as the sun behind him. it blinded you.

after talking a bit about how's school going, (or mostly izuku reminding you what were you talking about 5 minutes ago), he decided to ask, "hey, i've been noticing you're staying up late, and spacing out many times a day. every five minutes you ask about what were you talking about, and i'm sure there's something wrong, so please, tell me".

'dear lord, he knew it, he knew there was something wrong—how did he-did you-but-you had to tell everything'. and with a serious but little smile, looking at the now very interesting floor, you started talking about the questions that would suddenly pop up in your mind, erasing little by little the smile you had.

he was definitely not expecting that kind of answer or reaction, despite this, he listened closely to each of your own questions, soon embracing you in a hug, he felt with the urge to let you know he loved you more than anything, and told you he would never leave you because of something like that.

"i'm sure you're dealing with much now, but you have me. i would never judge you, and you should take care of youself. don't think you won't be enough for me. if so, i'm the one who should be worried, you're such a great and lovely soul, thanks for being with me".

he's been always clingy with you, so he'd not change this. and if you're both confused with projects or studying, he'd ask iida or even shoto (if he knows how to explain and agreeds to help) for help. also—he would set alarms on your phone in case he can't be by yourside at the sleeping time, so you know when to and text him, you'll sleep.

here's my BNHA m.list if you'd like to read more! remember you can ask to be tagged at any of the fandoms i write for ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡