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In My Head- Rikiya Okuda Fanfic

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A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is pure fiction, don't take it seriously. This is based on the song In My Head by Ballistik Boyz. I suggest to listen to that while reading.

Word count: 900 words

Warning: heartbreak, angst, emotional distress, pain of betreyal

Summary: Rikiya and Mao sit in silence, reflecting on their past as they watch the sunset. Rikiya is devastated by Mao's betrayal, while Mao expresses deep regret.

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Rikiya and Mao sat quietly in the car, their gazes at the horizon, overlooking the city. The sun dipped lower, casting golden hues over the small mountain where they used to hang out every night to watch the city turning their lights on. Neither of them said much. The silence between them spoke louder than words.

Rikiya couldn't take the silence anymore. He hopped out of the car, and Mao followed close behind. Their eyes meeting briefly before darting away. Rikiya sat on the hood of his car, staring out at the scenery. Mao stood a few feet away, her arms crossed tightly, as if she could hold back the regret threatening to swallow her whole.

“We used to be inseparable” Rikiya murmured, his voice heavy with sadness. His eyes roamed the view before him, but his thoughts were far away, lost in memories of a love that once he believe would be eternal.

Mao opened her mouth, her voice trembling. “Rikiya, I’m so sorr—”

“I thought we were forever,” he interrupted, his tone paint with pain. “I thought what we had was special. A love that could never break.”

Mao’s eyes filled with tears, and she lowered her gaze to the ground. “Rikiya, I… I want to explain.” Her voice wavered, every word a struggle.

“Explain what?” he snapped, his voice cracking as tears brimmed in his own eyes. “Explain how you cheated? How you shattered my trust? How you destroyed what we built?” He shook his head, looking away. “It’s hard to believe anything you say now, Mao. Every word feels empty and insincere”

“I know” she said, her tone barely above a whisper. “I know I hurt you, and it’s my fault. I’m not here to make excuses or ask for your forgiveness. I just… I need you to know how sorry I am.” She took a shaky breath, her words spilling out like a confession. “I loved you, Rikiya. I still do. But I made a choice, knowing it would break you. You deserve someone who values your love, someone who would never betray you. And that’s not me anymore.”

Her words were like a dagger to his heart. He tried to look away, to hide the tears streaming down his face, but she saw them. She always knew him too well. She felt a pang of guilt, seeing him like this, knowing she was the one who hurt him.

“I don’t hate you, Mao" he said at last, his voice cracking. “I thought we could rebuild, that we could try again. That’s how much I love you. But I can’t… I can’t be with someone who disrespected me, who broke my trust.” He wiped at his face, trying to regain his composure. “You’re right. You don’t deserve me.”

Mao’s face crumpled, a mix of sorrow and guilt flooding her expression. They stood in silence, the weight of their broken love hanging between them like a ghost.

After what felt like an eternity, Rikiya pushed off the hood of the car and walked toward the driver’s side. Before opening the door, he glanced back at her. She stood still, looking more lost than ever.

“Hop in. I’ll take you home” he said, his voice soft but distant. Despite everything, he couldn’t leave her alone on the mountain. It wasn’t in him to let her go like that.

Mao shook her head, forcing a faint smile. “I’m good. Don’t worry about me. I’ll stay a while… I need some time to think.”

Rikiya hesitated. “Are you sure? It’s getting dark. It’s dangerous.”

She nodded. “He’s just around.” Her voice cracked, but the meaning was clear. Her lover was nearby, waiting for her.

Rikiya froze for a moment, then gave her a hollow smile. “Great. Just great.” sounds like defeated murmur.

Without another word, he got into the car and started the engine. But as he drove away, something made him glance in the rearview mirror. He saw a man approaching Mao, and her face lit up with a smile so genuine, so full of love, that it crushed him.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his vision blurring with tears. “She should be the one hurting” he thought bitterly. “She cheated. She betrayed me.”

But the pain in his chest wouldn’t go away. It spread like fire, consuming him. The memories of their happiest moments together replayed in his mind repeatedly. Her laughter, her touch, the way she used to look at him with nothing but adoration.

“This is the last time I’ll think of her” he whispered to himself, though he wasn’t sure he believed it.

He slowed the car one last time, glancing in the side mirror. Mao was embracing the man, her head resting on his shoulder. She looked peaceful. Happy.

Rikiya’s chest tightened as a single tear slipped down his face. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Be happy, Mao. Goodbye.”

With that, he stepped on the gas, driving away from the mountain, the memories, and the love he once thought would last forever. Behind him, the sun had fully set, he was left alone with the crushing weight of his loss.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!!! Stay tuned for the other member's story. If you have spare time, you can read my other fanfiction. (Here)

Ryuta Hidaka, Miku Fukahori, Masahiro Sunada, Riki Matsui, Ryusei Kainuma, Yoshiyuki Kano

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In My Head- Riki Matsui Fanfic ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is pure fiction, don't take it seriously. This is based on the song In My Head by Ballistik Boyz. I suggest to listen to that while reading.

Word count: 1.1k words

Warning: heartbreak, angst, emotional distress

NOTE: ITALIZED WORDS MEAN FLASHBACKS

Summary: Riki's sitting alone at a restaurant, thinking about his ex and reflects on their past and painful break-up and the struggles with letting go.

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The restaurant was warm inside compared to the chill lingering outside. clinking sounds of utensils and the low hum of quiet conversations filled the space, but to Riki it all sounded muffled. He sat at his usual table by the window, his fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of red wine, its deep ruby color swirling around the stem as if it could somehow erase the heaviness in his chest.

The chair across from him was empty.

It wasn't supposed to be.

Riki swallowed hard, his throat constricting with the weight of the moment. ‘I miss her’ he thought, his gaze fixed on the empty chair as if it could somehow fill itself. His fingers tightened around the wineglass until his knuckles turned white. He tried to shake the thought, but it clung to him, refusing to let go.

This table, this place.. he had chosen it the first time they came here, four years ago, on a rainy October night. The memory hit him all at once, like a wave he didn’t see coming. the warmth of her hand in his, the soft laughter in her eyes when he'd teased her about not liking Italian food.

'trust me' I said with a grin “this place will change your mind.” I added and held her hand. A flashback flooded back in my mind. It was one of those moments, like when everything in life seems just right.

Tonight? No laughter. No teasing. No warm, no shared moments. Only him and silence and space in front of him where she used to have seat.

The waiter approached him with silent yet hesitating steps. the waiter thought that maybe he was waiting for someone because the way he stared at the empty chair in front of him as if someone magically appear out of it.

"Is the other party coming anytime soon?" he asked with gentle uncertainty.

That makes Riki caught off-guard. For a second, he couldn't answer. He blinked, trying to fight back the building up tears.

"No" he finally managed, his voice hoarse, barely a whisper. "It's just me tonight." he added and didn't look at the waiter. He didn't want to see the pity on his eyes. The waiter nodded and walked off, but Riki wasn’t paying attention anymore. His mind was already lost in some other thoughts.

He ran his finger around the rim of his glass. It made him think back to when things felt a lot easier.. when talking until the early hours didn’t feel exhausting, when falling asleep next to her felt like the most natural thing in the world. He could almost hear her laugh, the way her voice would get soft when she said, “I love you” like those three little words meant everything.

But promises had a way of fading. And so had they.

The memories of how they'd been, how they'd fought to keep their connection alive, now felt like nothing. The late-night talks grew shorter, more strained, and then one day, she just stopped. Her absence was not sudden, but its realization was like a slow, suffocating unraveling.

Then just last week.. the conversation that pretty much ripped apart whatever was left between them.

“I think we’ve outgrown each other” Mia said, her voice barely above a whisper, like she was trying to soften the blow. But it didn’t make it easier. “I don’t want to hurt you, Riki, but staying just feels… wrong.”

Her words echoed in his mind, sharper now, as though he could hear them in every corner of the room. He could still remember the way her eyes had avoided his, the quiet apology in her tone that only made it worse. He had wanted to scream, to beg her to stay, but the words never came. He hadn’t been able to say anything. All he could do was nod, the lump in his throat preventing him from uttering even the smallest of pleas. What was there left to say to someone who had already made up their mind?

The waiter came back and set a plate of pasta in front of him, the steam rising from it like it was trying to make up for everything else. “Enjoy your meal” the waiter said quietly, like he could tell something was off. Riki didn’t know if it was the guy’s voice or the way he looked at him, but it felt like he knew that no amount of food or wine was going to fix what was going on inside.

Riki stared at the plate but couldn’t bring himself to touch it. It was just… there, and no matter how he looked at it, nothing about it felt important. He pushed it aside, his gaze drifting back to the empty chair. It felt like the weight of everything was sitting there, like the absence was a physical ache he couldn’t shake off.

His phone buzzed in his bag, a reminder of the messages he hadn't replied to, the calls he hadn’t returned. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled it out and began scrolling. Old photos—vacations they’d taken together, birthday celebrations, blurry selfies that captured a time when everything felt full of life. His thumb hovered over her number, the urge to call her so strong it was almost painful, but he didn’t.

She was moving on. He could feel it. And as much as he hated it, he knew he had to, too.

His hands shook as he pulled up his photo gallery. One by one, he started deleting the pictures of them—every single one. Each photo, a piece of a life he thought he’d never have to let go of, just vanished with a swipe. His chest tightened with each one, like the weight of their past was slipping away, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

When he was done, he shoved the phone back into his pocket, the weight of it somehow heavier now. He fumbled for his wallet, left enough cash to cover the meal, and stood up, his legs feeling like they were made of stone. He didn’t look back.. couldn’t look back.. at the table, at the empty chair, or the life that felt like it didn’t belong to him anymore.

The cold hit him the second he stepped outside. It stung, sharp and biting. But weirdly, it felt like relief, like it was numbing the ache in his chest. He pulled his coat tighter and kept his eyes forward as he walked away from the restaurant, the warmth inside fading with every step.

Maybe this is what moving on feels like, he thought. He wasn’t sure, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. He just had to keep moving, one step at a time. Because sometimes, letting go was the only way to move forward.

A/N: Thank you for reading!!! Stay tuned for the other member's story. If you have spare time, you can read my other fanfiction. (Here)

Ryuta Hidaka, Miku Fukahori, Masahiro Sunada, Rikiya Okuda, Ryusei Kainuma, Yoshiyuki Kano

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Back when I was addicted to Inoo’s puriti charm (around 2011 or 2012) Using Mozilla Firefox as my browser, my fangirl name was Maria Cho🤣 and Look at how aesthetic Twitter and Tumblr used to be. You could even customize the background!

I'm glad that I saved the screenshot of this moment. It's my nostalgic throwback to my old fangirl days.

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This is how it’s been lately.. they’ve been fighting over me, all three of them. AFAGSJSKSLSJJEISKSKK!!!!?!!

NABABALIW TALAGA AKO TONIGHT. I HAD TO DO THIS FOR MY SANITY. JUSKO HIRAP MAKAAHON.

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Unexpected Turn

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. this is also my first time making this kind of story. So.. criticism is very much appreciated. This is pure fiction, don't take it seriously.

Warning: betrayal, heartbreak, angst, slight yandere, emotional distress

Word count: 1.2k words

Cast: Miku Fukahori, Masahiro Sunada, best friend and Y/N (fem reader)

Y/N’s POV

I was walking down the school pathway, heading to my classroom. This month had been rough, to say the least. The sound of laughter and casual conversations around me only made it worse, like they were mocking how broken I felt. Just last week, I was happy.. caught up in the warmth of Masa’s love. But now? Now I was drowning in the pain of betrayal. I loved him so much, but he couldn’t give me the same love in return. I begged him, lowered myself but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t make him love me. I even asked for more time, hoping he’d reconsider, but his mind was already made up.

I pushed open the classroom door, trying to steady myself for whatever lay ahead. The room fell silent, every pair of eyes fixed on me. My heart sank as my gaze locked onto Masa and my best friend. They were sitting close, their bodies leaning into each other in a way that made my stomach churn. The betrayal was palpable, a knife twisting in my chest.

(Masa ❤️)

I was stunned, my face a mask of hurt and betrayal. Of all people, why my boyfriend and my best friend? The two people I trusted the most.She knew how much I loved Masa. He knew how precious our friendship was. Why would they choose to hurt me like this?

They were smiling, laughing and whispering to  each other’s ear. My heart aches seeing them like that. My throat tightened and tears are slowly building up in my eyes and my vision started to blur.

Just as I was about to step back, Miku, a classmate with a mischievous grin, approached me. "Ms. President! Can I copy your assignment?" he asked, his voice filled with exaggerated innocence.

“Pretty please? I won't copy it all. Just the idea” He playfully added.

I nodded numbly, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. As he led me to my seat, he whispered a shocking revelation: "Did you know your ex-boyfriend is a real jerk? He's been cheating on you with your best friend. They've been playing you for a fool. Imagine, all those months, you gave your love, attention and time but he only took you for granted. Tsk tsk tsk. Poor soul.”

The world seemed to stop. The betrayal, the lies, the shattered trust.. It was all too much to bear. I couldn’t believe it. The person I loved, the person I trusted, had betrayed me so deeply. h-how... how could they do this to me?

“H-how? How did you know?” I asked him between my sob. He smiled knowingly and gently wiped away my tears. His touch was surprisingly tender as he intertwined our hands

“I caught them in the act” he said nonchalantly, as if he were discussing the weather rather than my heart being crushed beneath their betrayal. His fingers lingered on my skin for a moment too long, and I instinctively pulled away, shocked by the warmth of his touch.

“Why Miku? Why are you telling me this? I know Masa is your friend. Shouldn’t you be on his side?” I asked. The words slipped from my lips, laced with suspicion and confusion.

“It’s for you to find out, Ms. President” he replied with a smirk that stirred something deep within me. His smirk is telling me something. “If I were you, I’ll seek revenge. I’ll help you. My hands are always available for you” he added, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear with a gentleness that felt almost too intimate for the moment, sending an unexpected thrill down my spine. Involuntarily, my gaze flickered back to Masa and my best friend. I caught Masa watching us, his gaze piercing and intense, while my best friend quickly averted her eyes, clearly guilty. They didn’t even have the courage to face me.

“What’s the catch? In today’s time, nothing is free.” I asked while still looking at them. After seconds I turned my gaze at him. I saw him smirking.

“Nothing— at the moment. I’m just a good Samaritan here and let’s say I hate stupid people and you’re stupid for not figuring it out........ Y/N”  my heart beats faster when he leaned and whispered my name. his breath warms against my ear. His body is leaning slightly forward with a hint of a smirk. Those smirk of his really intrigued me. I almost forgot my real problem here because of him. My heart raced, pounding in my chest with a rapid, almost frantic rhythm. This is the first time I saw this side of him. I always knew him as the clown of the class, he never gets things seriously and love to make fun around.

“I’ll go back to my seat, Ms. President. Think carefully about what I offered to you.” He said and went to his designated seat but before he seated I replied

"After class?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.., and gasps erupted from our classmates, followed by whispers of astonishment and exchanged shocked glances. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and panic gripped me. Had I just invited him to a private conversation? What was I thinking? Hopefully, they wouldn’t assume I had moved on from Masa. The truth was, I was still reeling from the heartbreak. But Miku was right.. I need to get even.

Miku turned back to face me, his grin widening, smug and self-assured. My heart.. there's something wrong with my heart. It was pounding really fast. “Your place or mine?”

------------ THE END ❤️ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. Click here (my other stories) if you want to read my other stories.

(Miku's smirk. Lol. 😂😂😂😂)

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You've Been Workin' Hard, Ei.

A/N: hi! I was writing this while listening to workin' hard by Fuji Kaze. I'm dedicating this short story to my friend, Ei @moonfeiz . I'm not good at advising and comforting but I hope the message in this story resonates with you.

Word count: 600+ words

Genre: slice-of-life

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Hazel sat at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen. The dim glow was the only light in her apartment, and the clock on the corner of the screen showed it was way past midnight. The stack of work she still had to do felt endless, no matter how much she finished. It always adds up.

She had been grinding for weeks, chasing deadlines, and trying to prove herself, but it never seemed enough. She kept telling herself this was the time she’d finally catch up, finally get ahead. Yet, here she was, feeling like she was lost.

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Kimie: "Let’s hang out this weekend! You've been working non-stop."

Hazel sighed. Kimie was right. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw anyone outside of work. She was always working, always pushing herself to be better, faster, smarter. But for what? Her chest tightened at the thought, the weight of the question pressing on her. She didn’t have an answer.

Her thoughts drifted back to earlier that day when Mr. Sato, her boss, had called her into his office. His stern face was still fresh in her memory.

“Hazel,” he said, folding his hands on the desk, “your last report wasn’t up to your usual standard. It was late, and you missed important details.” He paused, leaning forward. “You’re better than this. I need you to give your best—always.”

She nodded, the familiar sting of guilt settling in her chest. “I’ll do better, Mr. Sato.”

He didn’t seem convinced. “This is a competitive field, Hazel. If you want to move forward, there’s no room for mistakes. Keep working hard.”

Those words stayed with her now, replaying in her head as she leaned back in her chair. She felt exhausted, worn thin by the pressure to be perfect. She had always been proud of being a hard worker, but lately, it felt like she was losing sight of why she started this journey in the first place.

Suddenly, her phone started playing an old song she hadn’t listened to in years. The melody was soulful, gentle rhythm, comforting, and the lyrics felt like they were speaking directly to her:

“You've been workin' hard, workin' hard

Maybe you don't understand

But I know that you're workin' hard, workin' hard

Wish I could give you a hand

Baby, you've been workin' hard, workin' hard

Trust the process and be brave, you've been workin' hard

God, you've been workin' hard”

Hazel closed her eyes, letting the song play. Her mind began to wander—back to the girl she used to be. She thought about the time when her dreams weren’t about promotions or meeting deadlines but about creating something meaningful. Drawing her thoughts, dreaming of traveling to far-off places, or laughing with friends until her stomach hurt. Somewhere along the way, she’d traded that for sleepless nights and constant stress.

But maybe... maybe she could change that. Maybe life didn’t have to be all or nothing.

She stood up, stretching her stiff limbs as she walked to the window. The city outside sparkled like a sea of stars, buzzing with life and movement. It reminded her of something Mr. Sato said.. something he probably didn’t mean to sound encouraging but did.

“If you want to move forward, there’s no room for mistakes.”

Maybe mistakes weren’t failures. Maybe they were signs she was trying, pushing, and learning. What if moving forward wasn’t about being perfect but about finding her own rhythm, her own way?

She thought of Kimie's text. Maybe she could start small. Meet up with friends. Pick up her Sketch book again. Let herself dream beyond work. Life wouldn’t wait forever, and she didn’t want to look back one day and wonder where it all went.

Hazel took a deep breath, a weight lifting off her chest. She didn’t have all the answers, and that was okay. She’d take it one day at a time.

Tomorrow, she’d return to work. But she’d do it differently—on her terms. Tonight, though, she’d do something she hadn’t done in weeks, rest.

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Heyy! Just saw your mokoto post.

Can you do the rampage members with s/o who is Shorter than them.

Just Out of Reach

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a fiction from my delusions 😆

Word count: 1k

Genre: rom-com, fluff

CAST: Y/N (fem readers) and Ryutaro Ata

The bell chimed softly as Y/N pushed open the door to her favorite café. The warm aroma of coffee and pastries greeted her, Today is so bright and she felt there's something great gonna happen. Her eyes scanned her usual table by the window, the one with the perfect view of the street outside.

Her heart sank. Someone was sitting there.

There he was. Again.

Ryu.

'What the... Urgh!' She mentally eye-rolled at him. She came near him and crossed her arms.

"Hey, Shortie, Good morning" Ryu called, a smirk spreading across his annoyingly handsome face. Yes, he's handsome but his attitude? Ugly! His tall frame was sprawled comfortably across her table, his dark hair slightly messy as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

Y/N sighed dramatically "Why are you here?"

"To enjoy my coffee in peace," he said, gesturing to his cup. "And to brighten your day, of course."

"It’s my spot," she shot back, marching over and putting her bag down on the table next to his.

He leaned back, his long legs stretching out under the table. "Oh? I didn't see a 'Reserved for Y/N' sign. Did I miss it?" He said, dropping with mock innocence

Her eyes narrowed. "Move." her cheeks are already heating up. Ethan had been her neighbor—and her personal tormentor.. for years. FOR YEARS. At 6'1", he was a full foot taller than her, and he never missed an opportunity to remind her of it.

He didn't budge. Instead, he patted the chair across from him. "Plenty of room for both of us, Shortie."

Y/N groaned but sat down anyway. It wasn't worth the fight, and the other tables were already taken. And beside, she doesn't want to catch attention early this morning.

As she reached for the menu on the counter nearby, Ryu's hand darted out, grabbing it first.

"Looking for this?" he asked, holding it high above his head.

"Ryu!" Y/N hissed, standing up to grab it. But even on her tiptoes, it was just out of reach. She tried to jump but it didn't work.

"You've got to jump higher than that" he teased, his grin widening.

Y/N scowled. "Give it back, or I swear I'll—"

"You'll what?" he interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "Kiss me? Then kiss me Shortie" he added and pouted his lips gesturing to kiss..

Her forehead furrowed with that gesture of Ryu. Without warning, Y/N grabbed the hem of his jacket and yanked him down, catching him off guard. She snatched the menu from his hand and smirked triumphantly.

"Got it" she said, sitting back down.

Ryu blinked, clearly impressed. "Well played, Shortie. Didn't know you had it in you."

Y/N ignored him, flipping through the menu as he leaned his chin on his hand, watching her with a lazy smile.

"Need help picking something? I could order for you. Maybe a kid's hot chocolate?"

"I don't need your help, giant!" she shot back, emphasizing the word.

He chuckled. "Giant, huh? That's new. Kind of like it."

The waitress arrived, and Y/N placed her order with exaggerated politeness, hoping to distract herself from Ryu's amused expression. She ordered her usual, a black coffee and a chocolate croissant.

As they waited for their food, Ryu kept up his relentless teasing.

"So.." he said, tapping the table, "how's the weather down there?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Just the same. Got any new material up there?"

"Plenty" he said, leaning forward. "Like, have you ever considered carrying a stepladder around? Could come in handy."

"Have you ever considered minding your own business?" she shot back.

Ryu grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "Not when your business is this entertaining."

When their food arrived, Y/N tried to focus on her croissant, but Ryu wasn't done yet.

"You've got a little chocolate on your face" he said, gesturing to his own cheek.

Y/N frowned and wiped at her face. "Where?"

"Other side" he said, his expression suspiciously innocent.

She tried again. "Did I get it?"

"Nope, still there."

She glared at him. "Are you messing with me?"

"Maybe" he said, popping a piece of his muffin into his mouth.

Y/N huffed. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you keep sitting with me" he said, winking.

Y/N didn't respond, choosing instead to take a long sip of her black coffee. But she couldn't hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

Ryu noticed, of course. "See? You secretly love it."

"I don't" she said quickly, but her blush betrayed her.

"Sure you don't" he teased. "Want me to walk you home later? In case you need help crossing the big, scary streets little girl?"

Y/N glared at him. "If I need help, I'll call someone taller than you and I’m not little."

"You’re adorable" he corrected, grinning when her face turned red.

Ryu laughed, a deep, rich sound that made Y/N's heart flutter despite herself.

For the first time, Y/N found herself wondering, was this just teasing, or was it something more?

She glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat when their eyes met. That familiar mischievous grin spread across his face, and for a second, she couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe, just maybe, Ryu wasn’t just the annoyingly tall guy who liked to mess with her. Maybe, he liked her... just like she was starting to like him.

------ THE END.

what do you think!? Thank you for reading my one shot. I know it's cliche but I work really hard for it. Thank you sooo much. If you like to read my other stories, click here.

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.·:*¨ ¨*:·. Beyond the Finish Line .·:*¨ ¨*:·.

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a fiction from my delusions 😆 AND FINALLY! I was able to write a story about Makoto. Every time i try to make one, i end up simping over him

words: 1.1k words

Summary: Eri supports her boyfriend, racing champion Makoto Hasegawa, despite doubts from her friend Joan about their relationship.

CAST:

MAKOTO HASEGAWA

ERI

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Eri's heart raced as she leaned against the barricade, her gaze locked on the lineup of sleek cars at the starting line of the Speedway Nationals. Among the thunderous engines and the neon lights reflecting off the hoods , her eyes locked on one car—modified retro black sports car complemented by deep blue accents on the front bumper and lower trims. Makoto Hasegawa wasn’t just the reigning champion of the circuit. To the racing world, he was a living legend.

To Eri, he was her boyfriend. 'my sweet boyfriend' she thought to herself trying not to grin.

Not that anyone believed her.

“Are you still claiming Makoto is your boyfriend?” Joan, her best friend slash perennial skeptic, smirked as she nudged Eri's shoulder.

Eri scowled. “He is! He’s just… private about it.”

“Sure. Let’s see if Mr. Hasegawa even looks your way before the race starts” Joan teased.

Eri crossed her arms, her cheeks warming. It wasn’t like Joan was wrong—Makoto hated public displays of affection. Between the press and his fangirls, he preferred to keep their relationship out of the spotlight. Eri understood that. Most of the time.

But as the engines roared to life, drowning out the cheers of the crowd, she couldn’t help but wish he’d do something—a glance, a wave, anything—to show he saw her.

Makoto’s car idled on the track, its engine purring like a caged predator. His confidence, steady and cocky, was palpable even from the stands. When the flag dropped, the cars lunged forward, a blur of color and motion.

Eri's breath caught as Makoto wove his way through the pack with precision, slipping past opponents in pulling moves that made the crowd gasp. By the final lap, he was neck-and-neck with the other opponent. Then, in a breathtaking move on the inside lane, he surged ahead, crossing the finish line just inches ahead.

The stadium erupted in cheers. Eri's voice joined the chorus, her throat sore from screaming his name. But Makoto didn’t look her way. He climbed out of his car, greeted by a mob of reporters and fans, and disappeared into the chaos.

“See? He doesn’t even know you exist,” Joan said, her tone half-mocking, half-sympathetic. 'Tsk. I don't why I am friends with her.' she thought to herself.

“Shut up, Joan” Eri muttered, though her heart sank.

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An hour later, Eri wandered into the pit area, dodging mechanics and crew members as they swarmed around Makoto's car. She hesitated at the edge of the commotion, unsure if she should approach him. He seemed busy talking to some crew.

“Babe.”

She turned around to find Makoto leaning casually against a workbench, his racing suit unzipped halfway, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. His bleached blonde hair styled in a textured, messy way, giving off a confident, edgy vibe that fits the racing persona. And a smudge of grease streaked his cheek, but his playful smirk was intact plus his deep dimples in his cheeks which it adds more cuteness. Ugh! Unfair

"hey!” she said, trying to sound calm, though the butterflies in her stomach had other plans.

"Enjoy the race?” he asked, stepping closer. That playful smirk firmly in place

“You were amazing,” she said. “That inside turn on the last lap? Ugh! Insane.”

“I had to give my biggest fan a good show” he teased, his voice low and warm.

Eri rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched into a smile. "You didn’t even look at me once out there. Joan thinks I just made stories about us”

Makoto chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Joan sounds annoying.” He looked at her eyes. Her eyes—steady and defiant as always—held that same spark they did on the track, a quiet fire that never wavered. Makoto couldn’t help but smirk, she always had this effect on him.

“She is.” she added, but her cheeks warmed at the soft touch

"well.." he said, his smirk turning into a full grin, “maybe I should give her a reason to stop doubting.”

Before she could ask what he meant, Makoto leaned in and kissed her.. a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and sent her heart racing faster than any car on the track. It was a kind of kiss that made everyone round then disappear.. it was magical. It's only Makoto and her.

When they broke apart, Eri was aware of the stunned silence around them. She turned to see half the pit crew staring in disbelief and Joan staring with wide eyes

“Makoto Hasegawa has a girlfriend?” someone whispered.

Some said "oh! This is a great scoop!"

"We didn't know, I thought he was single"

Makoto wrapped an arm around Eri's waist, his grin never wavering. “Yeah, and she’s my biggest fan. Got a problem with that?”

Eri laughed, burying her face in his chest as the pit erupted into cheers and whistles. Joan, for once, was utterly speechless.

“Feel better?” Makoto murmured into her ear.

“Much,” Eri said, her smile widening.

And just like that, Makoto let his hand fall away, shoving his right hand into his jacket pocket with a small chuckle while his left hand holding Eri's hand. He looked away, but the hint of a smile remained on his lips. (A/N: Pota kinikilig si Makoto asdfghjkll!!)

As they walked away hand-in-hand, Eri realized one thing: life with Makoto might be a whirlwind, but it was the ride of a lifetime—and she was all in.

--------- THE END. THANK YOU SM FOR READING ❤️

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Happy birthday Bebe Ryushin 💚🎂🎉🎁

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Hello, sorry to disturb, but I did just want to ask that maybe you only tag groups that are relevant to the post? I'm always super excited to see a new post about the Rampage, but it's disappointing when they're not included at all. Thank you for your time, I hope you have a nice day <3

Hi! No worries, and thank you for reaching out. I’m really sorry for the confusion and any disappointment caused. I understand how frustrating it can be when you're excited for a specific post. I’ll make sure to only tag groups that are directly relevant in the future. I was just too excited to post the story without paying enough attention to the tags. Thank you for your patience and for letting me know. I'll be more mindful about this next time. I hope you have a great day too! <3

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･UNSPOKEN FEELINGS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A/N: hi! This is Eribin. I am not a real writer, doing this as my past time. English is not my first language so bear with my English. There’s a lot of grammatical and typographical errors. This is just a fiction from my delusions 😆

NOTES: ITALIZED MEANS FLASHBACKS

Warning: drinking, angst

Words: 1800+

CAST:

Ryuta Hidaka BBZ as himself

Miku Fukahori BBZ as himself

Y/N

Ryuta's POV

Y/N was a mess when she arrived at my apartment, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t say a word as soon as I opened the door; she just threw herself into my arms, crying. I had no idea what had happened, but she soon began to tell me how she had caught Miku, her boyfriend, kissing another girl. She couldn’t stop sobbing as she described the scene. From the way she described the girl, I suspected it might be Kaede, Miku’s ex—tall, fair-skinned, with short hair. Kaede had left Miku to chase her dreams of becoming a model, and from what I knew, she had become one of the most successful models out there. I hated the thought of Miku still being stuck on her, but I never thought it would lead to something like this.

I felt guilty. I’m friends with both Y/N and Miku, though they’ve never met. I always thought they’d make the perfect couple. I’ve known Miku the longest, and he’s always been a stand-up guy—loyal, caring, funny, and ambitious. I thought he was exactly what Y/N needed. As for Y/N, we met through my work at LDH, where we collaborated on music projects. She has great taste in pop music, and we worked together a lot. I thought they’d be a great match, so I pushed them to meet. At first, Y/N wasn’t interested, but eventually, I convinced her. They hit it off, and before I knew it, they were officially together. I was happy for them, really, but deep down, I regretted setting them up. I wished I were the one she’d chosen, but I didn’t have the courage to tell her how I really felt.

"You know what, I have a friend. He's single. You want me to introduce you to him?" I asked her, trying to distract her from her while working on a project.

She paused for a second, then smiled weakly.

"Nahh.. I'm too busy. No time for that!" she said, brushing off my suggestion.

But I didn’t give up. I kept pushing until she agreed, and when they met, it was like they’d known each other forever. They clicked. They started dating. And just like that, I felt a pang of jealousy, though I kept it to myself. I was glad for them, but at the same time, I couldn’t help wishing things were different. I was too much of a coward to confess my feelings. I couldn’t tell her that I had wanted to be the one by her side.

"Tell me, Ryuta, what's wrong with me? I know that I am pretty. Have a decent job that pays me well, I am kind, I am lovable, I am--"

I interrupted before she could continue because I knew what she was going to say. There was nothing wrong with her. She was everything anyone could want.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Y/N. You know what, rest. And tomorrow you two talk."

But she wasn’t listening. She poured herself another drink, her voice shaky as she continued, "He didn't pick up my calls. He really abandoned me and our relationship."

I knew she was getting drunk, and I needed to keep an eye on her, but I didn’t know how to make her feel better. It killed me to see her in so much pain.

"I am sorry, Y/N. This is my fault. I should've seen what was happening with Miku. If only I--"

She cut me off by pressing her finger to my lips.

"Shhhhh... it’s not your fault, Ryuta. If there's anyone to blame here, it's me. Probably I was not a good girlfriend at all. I am not the one he's looking for." She said, and her tears started to fall again. It broke my heart. How could Miku do this to her? Y/N was everything good and kind, and she deserved so much better.

As the night dragged on, Y/N’s tears slowly stopped, and the silence between us grew. I watched her as she stared blankly at her empty glass, her red-rimmed eyes hollow with sadness. I sat beside her, my heart aching, unsure of what to say or do.

"You know what, Ryuta," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "If you were probably the one I dated, I wouldn't be hurting like this."

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Was she serious? Or was it just the alcohol talking? I turned to look at her, but she was staring down at the glass in her hands, too drunk to meet my gaze.

"Y/N..." I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know I can't change what happened, Ryuta," she continued, her voice fragile, "But I'm grateful for your friendship. You've always been there for me."

I nodded, my throat tight. "I'm always here for you, Y/N. No matter what." I wanted to say more, but the words caught in my chest. I wanted to tell her I cared for her, that I had always cared for her, but I couldn’t. I was scared. Scared that maybe she didn’t feel the same. That maybe I wasn’t enough.

The silence between us stretched, heavy with the things I couldn’t say. Y/N’s words echoed in my mind: "If you were probably the one I dated, I wouldn't be hurting like this." I wondered if she meant it, or if it was just something she said out of frustration and pain. But maybe, just maybe, she did.

"I don't deserve this pain," she said after a long pause, her voice trembling, "I don’t deserve someone who would make me feel this way, you know? I gave him everything. I thought he was different. I thought he was the one."

I took her hand without thinking, my fingers brushing hers. Her hand was cold, and I could feel her trembling, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t say anything either, but we both understood what the silence meant.

"Y/N," I began softly, squeezing her hand, "You deserve someone who sees you for everything you are. Someone who never doubts you, someone who never makes you feel less than amazing." I paused, my heart pounding. "And I promise you, I will always see you that way."

"You're such a good friend, Ryuta," she said, her voice still soft but full of gratitude. "But... I don’t know if I can trust anyone anymore. I don’t know if I can even trust myself."

"I’m not asking you to trust anyone right now," I said, my heart aching. "I just need you to know that I’m here for you. Always. Whether it’s to listen, or to just sit here with you in silence. You don’t have to face this alone."

The weight of my unspoken feelings was suffocating, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her how I felt. She wasn’t ready for that.

She looked up at me, her eyes softening, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something in her eyes—something that made my heart race. She leaned in, almost as if she were going to say something, but she stopped herself.

"Maybe... maybe you’re right. Maybe I do deserve better." She met my eyes, her gaze searching mine, looking for something I wasn’t sure how to give.

I didn’t pull away, but I didn’t say anything more. I just smiled at her, offering the support she needed. It wasn’t much, but it was all I could give for now.

"Get some sleep, Y/N," I said gently, guiding her back onto the couch. "Tomorrow will be better. You’ll feel better."

She nodded, closing her eyes as she drifted into sleep. I stayed beside her, my mind racing with everything I hadn’t said.

But for tonight, it wasn’t the right time. Not yet.

(Ryuta and Miku, AAAAACCCCKKKK!! ❤️❤️❤️)

The end~ THANK YOU SM FOR READING MY STORY 😘

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HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY KOKORO ❤️🥳🎂🎉

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⋆˚✿˖° POV: Dating Riku Aoyama ⋆˚✿˖°

a/n: this is just my delusions.

♡ golden retriever type of boyfriend

♡ You always have a voice lesson with him.

♡ “Lovey” is your call sign.

♡ your name on his phone is “y/n Lovey” 

♡ his phone’s wallpaper would be just plain scenery or a music note.

♡ his love language: physical touch (and word of affirmation)

♡ matching couple minimal phone cases

♡ love to hug you, put his chin on your shoulder, and whisper sweet things.

♡ you’re his queen.

♡ he cooks the most delicious meals for you.

♡ he’s a gentle soul.

♡ you love his talking and singing voice. It feels like he soothes your heart.

♡ checks in on you frequently by sending you voice messages.

♡ he gets annoyed when he receives an emoji response from you. 

♡ love putting his arms around your hips.

♡ loves morning cuddles.

♡ blushes when you touch his face.

♡ good kisser

♡ He unintentionally seduces you

♡ your home gym buddy

♡ you guys love to be indoors more than outdoors.

♡ teaches you some musical instrument but always ends up with something else 🙈

♡ incredibly supportive boyfriend.

♡ he finds you very adorable.

♡ you two are morning people and love to walk together in the morning in the park, on the seaside, or just around the neighborhood.

♡ he’s willing to tie your hair, and he always has a plain black hair tie on his wrist in case of emergency. 

♡ loves wearing your black headbands.

♡ sing a lullaby to put you to sleep. 

♡ very affectionate boyfriend and also protective

♡ he loves when you initiate holding his hand when you’re walking or outside.

♡ organize your music playlist with his favorite music and artists.

♡ Netflix and chill 

♡ he easily gets jealous, but he won’t admit it. He trusts you, but the boys around you? Big no. 

♡ when he’s on The Rampage tour, he makes sure to buy you souvenirs and have quality time with you.

♡ he misses you every single time.

♡ a great listener and great adviser

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I imagine Kenta singing this for me. Shahahajsj

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One of my dearest friend here. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Welcome to The Other Side. lol

Hello. I’m Moonfeiz, of course that’s not my real name. Some call me flying fish but i might change my artist name if I want to, but people who know me personally call me Ei.

Born in ‘95, INFJ-T, graphic artist & illustrator (depends on my productivity level), homebody, and a fan.

What is this page all about?

Mainly the things that I like, and some rants & sentiments, probably.

Contents:

My artworks ofc (personal and fan arts)

cursing cuz this helps my angry soul feel better

Delulu edits

Random dreams

Random photos that i took for fun and studies

Music sharing (mostly krnb/kpop/jpop, and whatever makes my ears and my heart happy)

My Likes:

Cats

Perfume (clean/powdery/floral/woody)

Flowers (i don’t pick them)

Mushroom

Arts & Music 

Photography

Astrology

Anything teal, brown, or green

Personal space & boundaries

Money (i mean, who doesn’t like that)

Whoever who’d blend with my humor and energy

Music artists that i love, mainly:

JUNNY

AOMG/H1ghr peeps (i know a lot of them left the label tho)

NCT

Lullaboy

The Rampage

Ballistik Boyz

Psychic Fever

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Arigathanks for this 🩵❤️

Masterlist

Rising Sun

RamFan Quest

MISC

BLACK BOX

STAGE RAMPAGE

Notice

Stage Rampage might take some time to upload because some jokes are difficult to translate accurately into English. I try to do some research to ensure that everyone is included and has a clear understanding.

Gene X Rampage will eventually be temporarily removed from the drive for space purposes. I'll let you guys know when it happens to find a new home.