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artmsdoll · 27 days ago

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you always knocked first ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a maki fic in which he catches reader in just her panties and a hoodie... and stuff goes downnnnn

content : NSFW writing abt maki (if that makes u uncomfortable pls dni), soft dom!maki x sub!fem reader, unprotected sex (cover your stump before you hump plsss), other members make an appearance, reader is friends w/ members, reader has a crush on maki, implied fingering + creampies, ass + tit grabbing, making out on the counter, swearing... (i think thats it pls lmk if i forgot anything LOL)

wc : 2065 (guys i kinda went crazy)

a/n : yall this is my first time writing ff ever so if its bad and cringe im sorry #itriedmybest💔 i did have a lot of fun though so maybe expect more from me later.... (also also feel free to leave me recs!!)

it was that time again when you’d have your weekly sleepover with your close friends. it was already pretty late, you and all the members had your fun on the karaoke machine, and yuma was already half asleep on the couch while the others were deciding between themselves who was gonna wake him up. your regular hangouts always took place in the boys' dorms, who were always mindful of you being the only girl and arranged themselves so you could have a room to yourself.

the members had always been super considerate and always made you feel safe around them. whether it was triple knocking before entering your room to make sure you weren't mid-changing, or checking in with you after doing so much as lightly touching you to make sure you didn't feel uncomfortable, you always felt like a little sister to them.

despite this, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren't even the slightest bit attracted to maki. whenever you would sit next to him in the car and your thighs and shoulders were touching, or you sat under the same blanket during a movie night and you could feel his warmth, you felt a pit in your stomach and your cheeks heating up. you, however, made a vow to yourself that you wouldn't act on anything to not make it awkward for the others.

after all of you got ready for bed, you wished all the boys a good night and retreated to your room. once you were by yourself, you could finally change into something more comfortable to sleep in, wearing only your lacy thong that made your ass look so good and a hoodie.

after the night you had, you fell asleep so fast, but after a couple hours of deep sleep, you woke up feeling really thirsty not just for water. you sat up in your bed for a minute, questioning if it was worth putting pants on just to get water. after some pondering, you figured you’d just be a second and went down the stairs as you were.

you tried to be as quiet as you could be so as to not wake up the members and let them see you in this state. you quickly got your glass of water and chugged it. thinking you were in the clear, you went to fill up your cup again, but of course a couple ice cubes had to fall to the floor making a loud clanking noise. you stood there a moment thinking you went unnoticed and turned around to head back to your room, only to see a broad figure in a t-shirt and sweats standing a couple feet from you that could only be maki.

“you okay?” he said with a concerned whisper that made your heart melt. and pussy we-

“yeah, i was just getting wate—OH MY GOD… sorry.” you remembered mid-sentence the state you were in and frantically tried pulling your hoodie down, to no avail, as your legs and ass were still on full display.

“you're good, i can barely see anyway, if that makes you feel better.” he chuckled, still standing a bit away from you.

“i guess…” you knew he was lying because with the light from the oven's clock and the full moon that was right outside the window and right in front of him… it was hard to NOT see everything.

“i thought i heard something, so i’m just glad you’re okay. look, i’ll go back to bed and pretend i saw nothing.”

there he went again with his good manners, but as he turned around, you could feel him looking you up and down one more time. it was a split-second decision, but you muttered out a quiet “wait… i don’t actually mind if you see me like this.”

“hmm? what was that?” he turned back around with an unreadable look on his face that could either mean he was concerned, amused, or confused.

“oh, it was nothing, don’t worry about it.” by this point, you couldn't even look in his direction.

“no really, i wanna hear what you said again.” he said, this time stepping closer towards you to where there were only a few inches in between you two.

“uhm, i was just saying how, uhh, i don't mind if you see me like this because we're so close and i know you'd never think anything about it… yeah.”

what a lame excuse.

“hmm, is that so…” he was so close now that you could feel the warm air coming out as he spoke. you could also feel his gaze locked on you while you stared at the floor.

“it’s not like you’d ever see me as anything other than some girl that hangs out with you in your friend group…” you said under your breath with an awkward giggle.

his warm hand then lightly brushed under your chin and lifted your head up so you were directly looking at him in his sleepy brown eyes. “i can’t promise anything, especially after this." he whispered in your ear after eyeing your lower half again, sending shivers through your whole body.

maybe it was because of the way he said it or what he said, but without thinking, you leaned into his ear and whispered back, “me neither.”

before you even had time to think, his mouth was in yours and yours was in his, while both of his hands rested right on your ass and your arms wrapped around his neck. your lips were moving slowly, but you could feel the hunger as you both tilted your heads to savor each other more.

you stayed in this position for a moment until he scooped you up effortlessly and put you up on the counter, wrapping your legs around him. the cold marble sent a shiver up your spine, but you felt so good. you'd been waiting for this forever, and the way he was kissing you and touching you so delicately, you're sure he had too.

one of his hands made its way to your bare chest under your hoodie and gently started playing with your nipple, slowly moving to your whole tit. you were no better than him, your hands feeling him up from his muscly arms, to his neck, to his face. both of you letting out soft moans with almost every breath you took. you could feel his bulge growing through his pants and softly making contact with your crotch, which only made you want him more.

his mouth found its way to your neck, kissing it so tenderly and even sucking a little, just enough to make you moan, but not to the point of leaving marks for everyone to see in the morning.

since you had already committed to this, what was stopping you from taking it a step further?

you found a moment to pull away from his lips and whimpered out, “take me to the bedroom...please.” looking up at him with big, almost desperate eyes.

“you sure? i don’t wanna force you into anything just cause we’re in the moment now.” he answered with a concerned but sweet look on his face.

“mhm, i’m so sure.” you hummed out, your hands still around him.

that was all the confirmation he needed. he lifted you up with ease once more and tried his best to quietly make it up the stairs and into your room, that was actually his shared room with euijoo. he softly laid you down on the bed and quickly turned around to make sure the door was closed behind him.

he then took your hoodie off, exposing your perfect tits to the air. not wanting to leave you bare by yourself, he took off his shirt in one swift motion. his perfectly toned upper body that you’d always admired from afar on full display just for you.

your cute black panties were now impossible to ignore, and maki wasted no time to tuck them to the side and slowly start to run his large fingers in your already wet folds, his thumb going over your sensitive clit a few times.

if this was going where you thought it was, you couldn't help but think to yourself “thank god.” cause even though prior to this you had just been friends, you’d be lying if you said you never took a peek when he was in boxers or in any situation that would allow you to see his member. and the bulge you felt earlier was just confirmation that his build was not the only thing that was huge.

after a few minutes of getting you prepped, the thong had to go... and so did his pants. he pulled out his hard dick that was just as big as you'd imagined, tip already leaking precum. you took a big inhale as he aligned his tip with you and slid it in, your juices making it nice and easy. he proceeded to bottom himself out, thrusting into you at just the right speed and hitting all the right spots as your tits bounced up and down.

you couldn't keep your hands off of him, and you were fighting demons not to moan out his name. having to resort to whimpering in the crook of his neck and holding onto his arms tighter. because if you were gonna be doing all this while the members were no further than 5 meters away, the least you could do is not cause a scene.

the two of you kept going at it, thrusts getting more and more intense as you both approached your climaxes. all throughout, maki couldn't stop praising you, telling you things like “you’re so perfect,” “i love you,” “you’re doing so well for me, my girl.”

it was only seconds later that you felt the knot in your stomach come undone, surrounding his cock in your sweet juices and holding onto him hard one last time so as not to make a sound. his pace quickened once more, signaling that he was gonna cum soon too.

“is it okay if i—” he looks at you with begging eyes.

“of course.” you cut him off with a sweet smile on your lips.

almost instantly, you felt his warm cum filling up your tight walls as he laid on top of you for a bit, kissing you all over your pretty face and sweetly holding your hand. you were both exhausted, but that didn't stop him from getting up and speeding to the bathroom to get you some water and a towel to clean you up.

after a short while of just laying there and cuddling with occasional pecks on each other’s faces, he broke the silence by whispering, “how long have you been waiting.. for this?”

you whispered back in a mocking tone, “way too long! i was ready for nothing to ever happen, but i'm so happy we got that out of the way.”

“mhm, i'm glad too.” he answered, his voice clearly a little sleepy.

you jerked up for a second. “what the fuck are we gonna tell the others?!”

barely awake, he answered, “mmmm, that’s a problem for tomorrow.” holding onto you tighter until you both eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms.

you woke up the next morning still intertwined with maki, who looked so peaceful. you lightly kissed his pretty lips, trying not to wake him up. you could hear kei downstairs making breakfast, so this time, you put your pants on and headed down. euijoo and nico had also already woken up and greeted you as they saw you walk into the kitchen. you tried your best to act normal, hoping they hadn’t noticed maki missing from their room, but you could tell they knew something was up.

after a bit of awkward silence, maki came down the stairs and sat opposite to you at the table. it was only then that kei turned around and said, “good night, you two?” almost mocking you guys. at that moment, you wanted to shrivel up and die. euijoo followed with, “i'm just glad someone else was dealing with him snoring next to their ear all night! but i don’t know what’s worse- that, or the sound of you two fucking…”

you both looked at each other, giggled, and then profusely apologized.

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kireilien · 1 month ago

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secret relationship as a staff member w/ maki!

pair. idol!maki x fem!reader; wc. 3,846

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, brain rot words, w some stupid ass memes + texts; race neutral reader, mentions of the other members, “forbidden” love, secret relationship, kissing, groping, dry humping, cum swallowing, sexting, dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation, sneaking out, tit play, oral (f receiving), protected sex, creampie, aftercare, a bit of “angst” at the end, use of “beautiful”

note. this is lwk a really late happy one month to my account, so cheers to 300 of you! this has been sitting on my brain and i need it OUT GETEOUTGOETOYT this is like 70% written, 30% texts if u say anything abt the small inconsistencies im hunting u down watch ur back

ok so like backstory before we get into the smut you fiends

you’re a pretty young staff member for the teamies but you’re really only a standby staff member ex you carry their stuff, get them water, stuff like that. but that doesn’t mean maki hasn’t had his eyes on you since the beginning……..

all the little things you said, interested maki so much. did you text this way to the other members? did you care about them like this? did you give them nicknames? it ate at his brain he was literally trying to reason what makes you so different. other staff didn’t act like this. was it because you were his age? no. there was another staff member that was born in 2000 and didn’t act this way to him. you scratched his brain just right, he waited day and night for more texts from you. all the texts were professional, but the way you spoke…

you were so… loveable?

you on the other hand was plotting lwk… you freak! yeah sure, maki is around your age, he’s super fucking fine, he’s so funny, he’s like lwk perfect… would anyone blame you if you tried to bag him? can’t hurt if you placed a you shaped worm in his head… right?

OH YOU LOCKED IN AYYYYYYY

maki felt some type of way… was it love? like damn shawty remembered how i liked burritos so they got me them???? shawty’s first thought was me???????

you felt proud. you wanted maki to know you fw him like that. but like nonchalant rightttt you attract. you don’t chase. you js chill like that! but this could cost you ur job– oup WHO SAID THATTTTTTTT!

you left a mark on maki’s heart. let’s see if he could leave one on yours….????

AYYYY HE WANT YOU SO BADDDD AYYYYY

maki was feeling so good. he just bagged a baddie lfg boys! but the question stands. how is he gonna make you like HIS??

after maki #AIRBALLED his confession basically the members made fun of him.

the teamies rn are stressed asf that maki is gonna airball again but who knows? will he bag you? (spoilers, he will)

it’s after practice and maki nearly runs to the bathrooms to see you there, standing by the doors. maki is nearly pissing his fucking pants but he smiles when you make eye contact with him. he motions his hands so the two of you are behind a wall where no one could see you two. maki breathes, “y/n. you doing those little things. calling me nicknames, taking care of me, talking to me like a normal person rather than an idol– and i think you’re really fucking beautiful too with a godsend personality– anyways i loved it all. i might be batshit crazy but–! i like... really like you a lot so… do you wanna try being sneaky about this?”

you hum at him, “yeah. let’s be sneaky.”

maki peers over the wall, making sure no one is nearby before cupping your face and quickly pecks you. “was that okay?” he laughs. “of course it is,” you whisper as you sling your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he slides his hands down to your sides. you envelop each other’s lips in just a few quick american kisses before maki pulls away, “i gotta go, text me?” he smiles as he lets go, quickly pecks you, and reaches his hand out when he leaves. “yeah, i will.”

maki can’t help it.

he excitedly pulls out his phone to immediately start texting the teamies.

although maki was concerned that his members believed in him, this new relationship of his was gonna be hard to cover up already. he missed the presence of your lips. they were soft, plush, he could still taste your lip balm that was on his lips.

it didn’t take long before maki decided to go from a secret relationship, to a risky relationship.

when you see maki, it was all over. he slips you away to a dressing room that wasn’t in use. it was almost too quick by how maki’s hands smoothed down your waist to grope at your ass. “maki—!” you whisper through the rough kisses, “you’re gonna— ruin my— clothes—!” maki sighs, “yeah— and?” maki runs his tongue along your lips, successfully slipping in his tongue to messily intertwine with yours. before you knew it, maki’s bulge was resting on your stomach, growing harder.

“maki— why are you hard?” you say breathless and let go of the kiss. maki furrows his brows, hands still on your ass, “doesn’t take an astrophysicist to know why.” you roll your eyes, “you go up in 30, we can’t have you hard.” maki takes a step to peer outside the door, “it’s okay, not that many people are around. just... grind on me.” he murmurs, taking your ass to hitch your clothed pussy up on this bulge.

although you were wearing some denim shorts, you could still feel how big maki was against you. you’re quietly moaning at the friction, you could feel how your panties were pooling with pleasure. “fuck— maki— you’re gonna make our underwear dirty.” you hiss, attempting to focus on your words. maki grunts, “are you gonna keep me— clean? like the staff member— you are?”

you could tell what maki was insinuating, he wanted head in some regard, but in reality maki was too caught up in the friction of pleasure, he was about to cum anyways. when you unbuckle maki’s jeans, you could see a small wet spot forming on his boxers, which was obviously from his precum. once you let his fat cock out free, the moment you wrapped your lips around maki’s tip, he busts right then in there in your mouth.

caught by surprise, you still allowed him to empty out his cock in your mouth, swallowing every bit. once he came, you come back up to him, “busting a little fast— aren’t we?” you giggle. “fuck, sorry, y/n— couldn’t handle it. i’ll treat you better later, trust me.” he comes back for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. you smile in the kiss as you buckle him back up after hearing a staff member yell, “all &team members, please get ready for rehearsal!”

“go up there, dog boy.” you say, letting go of the kiss once more. “yeah, yeah.” he mumbles as he gives you a few more kisses before opening the door and flashing you a small smile before he leaves.

that man will be the death of you.

but it gets even worse when you two are separated. for your position, you don’t get to travel with the teamies. you simply work with them in japan, rather than flying to korea with them. maki gets especially worked up when he can’t meet up with his darling staff member which happens to be in a secret relationship with him.

so what does he do? he obviously sexts you to eventual phone sex with you in a spare dressing room like always!

you see the call screen ringing, you prop yourself up your headboard before picking up, laying the phone flat against your ear. “hi, maki,” you sweetly chirp. maki groans from the other end, “hi, y/n,” he grits at first. “fuck. i’m so hard for you.” you airily sigh in response, “you’re making me wet from thinking about last time– i didn’t even cum.” you hear some squelchy noises from the other end, presumably maki fucking his fist full. you reciprocate, your fingers find their way in your underwear, starting to tease your clit. “sorry ‘bout that– i’ll fuck you good when i’m back in japan, i promise,” maki grunts out in response.

giggling at his promise, you murmur, “yeah? would you fuck me good? how’d you fuck me?” maki chuckles, “i’d fuck you so good. shit— i can imagine it. i’ve been needing that pussy since i felt it— gonna fuck that pretty face into the mattress or maybe even have your tits bounce f’ me.” maki speeds up his hand, twisting his cock as his eyes roll back. while your hand is jittery, rubbing faster circles as faint whines leave your lips. “god, maki—! need that fat cock again— need it fucking me good—!” your whines are turning into moans as your fingers keep at your cunt. maki’s hands feel like he’s suffocating his cock by hearing you speak.

“yeah? needing this cock actually fuck you good? don’t worry— i’ll fuck you good, so good.” maki grunts once more before gritting, “you gonna cum?” you nod repeatedly even if he couldn’t see you, “yeah, gonna— cum!” you release your orgasm, your juices leaking out your pussy, while maki cums all over his fingers.

maki throws his head back onto the wall, breathless, and his cock still jerking his entire release. your head is back into the headboard as your legs shake from your orgasm. maki croaks, “i swear i’ll fuck you so good when i’m back, beautiful.” you meekly respond, “i’ll be waiting.”

thank god for you, you didn’t wait long!

maki came back to japan a little later than usual. the sun has already gone down, the bustling city’s lights turned on, while average civilians are making their way back home. while you were getting ready to go to bed, you heard soft knocking on your apartment door. you look through the peephole, only to find maki standing there. you nearly swing the door open while whisper yelling, “it’s so fucking late?! why are you here?!’ maki grins after seeing you, “i had to sneak out and see you. been needing to fuck you so bad.” he lets himself in by immediately pressing his lips onto yours. he discards his outer layer of clothes, messily leaving them near your door.

you didn’t mind though. your hands are making their way underneath his hoodie, begging to be taken off. while his are on your hips, surprisingly guiding you back to your bed, even if it was his first time here. the kiss breaks by maki peeling off your oversized t-shirt. he comes down to one of your nipples to suck harshly at the bud, while his opposing hand works at the other, toying with it. your soft moans escape you as you look down at maki.

his sweats are low on his hips

his back is sculpted with muscle.

his black hair is tousled from being on the plane.

this was such a new sight you couldn’t ever think you’d see.

“you’re moaning so much, beautiful. you missed me that much?” maki teases as he switches his focus onto your other nipple. “y–yeah, miss you so– fucking much–!” you gasp at the feeling of maki sinking his teeth into a nipple while he rolls his finger into another. the icky feeling of your panties sticking to you was so apparent. your fingers are coiled into maki’s hair. his bulge is getting bigger by the second.

maki transitions his focus on your boobs to down your sternum. both hands are now teasing the waistband of your sweats as he kisses down to your stomach. maki looks up for a bit, seeing your hot face. your lips are parted and bitten, your eyes low in a haze, just nearly fucked out. he smirks as he pulls down your sweats and panties in one motion. he groans at the sight of your pussy. oh he’s been waiting– begging to have this pussy in his hands. he completely discards you clothes to your floor, leaving you completely bare.

he doesn’t hesitate before diving between your thighs. his hands are propping up your thighs, pads of his fingers pressing into them. your knees are bent over his shoulders as he licks flat tongued stripes along your pussy, gathering your wetness on his tongue, as he gazes up at you. he’s carefully analyzing what you flinch at. what you gasp at. and best of all, what you moan at. he’s teasing your clit, then mouthing your labia, then finally inserting his tongue in you.

he’s savoring you.

and he’s doing it so well.

it’s almost shocking to believe this is your first time fucking this man and he’s eating you like it’s his favorite meal in the entire world. “you taste– amazing,” maki chuckles through his work on your pussy. “gotta get used to this, beautiful– whenever i need a boost of energy– gonna need you to be my support,” maki breathes as he drinks up your cunt. you’re coming close to your orgasm, moaning and whimpering through maki’s tongue on you. you still manage to croak out, “what do you– mean by– that?” maki laughs, “wanna take you to a spare room– slip your panties to the side– and drink this pussy dry. it’ll be my– energy drink for the day. having you unable to stand– before i go up on stage.”

your brain starts going to overdrive hearing maki’s filthy words. fuck. you could imagine it so clearly. in a dark room, you’re struggling to keep your moans in as maki eat you out– your pussy juices being his driving force for the day. maybe maki has you on a table, maybe he’s lifting you up on the wall, maybe he has you sprawled on the floor, or maybe you’re standing and unable to maintain your composure.

you don’t know.

all you know is that maki is gonna be the one treating this pussy right– behind closed doors of course. you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, knowing your orgasm is coming soon. your thighs clamp around maki’s head, maki hums against your pussy, knowing your orgasm is also soon. in a few more movements, maki feels you releasing your orgasm on him. the wetness is staining his lips and chin– but he doesn’t care. he’s gonna drink you up anyways.

he lifts himself from your cunt to come and kiss you again, this time you can taste your cum on his lips. maki fiddles with his sweats, releasing his cock from his boxers as well. you pull back from the kiss, finally seeing the cock that you’ve been wanting so bad. you can tell maki was about to ask something, but you cut him off, “on the pill– just fuck me, maki,” you huff out, desperate for him to fuck you. maki laughs, “whatever you say, beautiful. just don’t back out.”

maki lines himself up to your cunt and easily slips in from his spit and your previous orgasm. your breath hitches from the fullness of his cock, making you bring an arm around maki’s neck. maki secures a hand on your waist, slowly easing himself in and out. your face is contorting to relaxed eyes and a slack jaw, something maki loves seeing. once you both get used to his pace, maki starts speeding up his hips. his cock is fully fucking itself into you, pulling out, and repeating.

his grip on your waist starts to become harsh.

your grip on his neck starts to falter.

what a perfect dynamic.

it doesn’t take long for maki to start fucking you so good like he promises. you start to feel your limbs go weak, while maki feels him grounding his hips further into you. the both of your moans are effortlessly falling from the both of your lips, without a care. “god– if i wasn’t an idol– i would fuck this pussy to the brim with my cum–!” maki groans out. your pussy is sucking him so right, it's impossible for him to not bust instantly just like last time. you whine out, “then fuck me– like you aren’t–! fuck me like you aren’t an idol– fill me up, maki–!”

you didn’t need to tell maki twice.

he grips your hips with both of his hands and fucks himself deeper. deeper than he ever has. he’s gonna fuck his pussy full, like he owns it. to you– he does.

maki’s precum is smearing against your gummy walls.

it’s staining them.

in his cum.

he keeps at his pace, fucking your pussy and your brain to mush. he can feel himself cumming soon and so do you. maki locks eyes with you, sighing how pretty you look. hair messy, eyes glossy, drool running down the side of your lip, mouth shakily chanting, “maki… maki… maki!” your tits are bouncing to ever thrust he gives you, your pussy taking him so good, not wanting him to leave or let go.

ironic, isn’t it?

you could say the same for maki. the small sweat patch on his covered forehead, eyes filled with lust for you, lips carelessly leaving praises of how his beautiful was taking his cock so good, veins bulging at the forearms. his hands– large hands, enveloping your waist as he drills himself further and further. cum is leaking from his tip and is pounded against your cervix over and over. making you his, he wouldn’t ever let cum leak this easily in anyone else.

very interesting.

once the both of you feel your orgasms coming, you let it all go. you release a guttural moan, clenching around him. maki grunts out each time his cock jerks in you. it takes a few seconds before maki slips himself out. he kisses your forehead before leaving to your bathroom to pick up a towel. he dabs his sweat as well as yours before cleaning the cum on the both of you. maki drops the towel on your bedside table before slipping both you and him underneath your covers.

“you okay, beautiful?” he extends his arms to have your face in the crook of his neck. you inhale, “yeah… you?” maki leaves a sweet kiss on the top of your head, “don’t worry about me, i filled you with my cum just now.” you laugh a bit, “which is the best outcome.”

dazed, the both of you fade off to sleep in each other’s arms.

you love your secret relationship with maki but, when you turn to your side and maki’s warmth is all gone after he snuck back out, you wonder if this relationship is even worth it when you can’t even have the simplest things like waking up next to him be consistent.

goes to show that there’s a reason why idols and staff shouldn’t date.

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yum-nyang · 1 month ago

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wonderful world

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dollerin · 17 days ago

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𝘩𝑢̈𝑏𝑠𝑐ℎ ─── H. MAKI.

𝑅𝖤𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖤́ when he can’t stop admiring you.

hirota riki x f. reader fluff romance physical touch 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝟐𝟑𝟏 𝗐𝖼 ─── 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒

꒰ ≧ ̫ ≦ ꒱ྀི : so.. i don’t speak any german (shocking) pls correct me if any of this doesn’t translate right TT

you lie across maki’s lap, your head resting against one of the sofa’s pillows as you rambled about the show displayed on the screen. it was one of the shows that you had become obsessed with over the past two weeks, now you were sharing it with your boyfriend; your favorite thing to do.

he was listening to you, of course, humming in response as you told him about the characters you liked and didn’t like.

“du bist so hübsch,” he mumbled, his hand resting on your hip.

you stopped talking for a moment, turning your head to look at him. “huh?”

he chuckled, “i said you’re so pretty.”

you blinked, blushing slightly as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, smiling.

“stop it..” you said lowly, turning back to the show to hide your face.

his hand came back to massaging your side, not even paying attention to the show at that point. his fingers continued to glide over your back as he mumbled something else you couldn’t quite understand.

“deine augen erinnern mich an die sterne.”

you turned around again, narrowing your eyes.

“teach me.”

“teach you?” he let out a breathy laugh, “‘s not easy, baby.”

you pouted, “i don’t care.. i wanna know what you’re saying to me.”

he cupped your face in his hand gently, moving closer to you. “i’m just admiring from afar.”

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off stage (maki) — nav

synopsis — during your college's music festival, you take a behind the scenes job helping your best friends’ band—only to clash (and eventually fall for) the sharp-tongued lead singer who’s nothing like you expected.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ enemies to lovers, female reader, 8k word count

the lounge is half-empty when you get there, which is a miracle considering how popular it usually is this close to festival week. the old leather couches sag in the middle, the vending machines buzz in the corner, and the sun slants in through the big windows, making everything look a little softer, a little more tired.

nicholas spots you first. he’s perched on the arm of one of the couches, his red hair catching the sunlight like a flare. his fox-like eyes narrow a little when he sees you, but there’s nothing sharp behind it—just the usual mix of mischief and excitement. when he grins, all teeth and warmth, you know immediately he’s up to something.

euijoo’s sitting cross-legged on the floor beside him, brown hair falling into his wide, open eyes as he scrolls through his phone. he’s the tallest of all of you, but right now he looks like a kid waiting for his turn at an arcade game.

harua is slumped in the corner of the couch, blond hair messy, hoodie pulled halfway over his face, pretending he’s not awake even though you saw him glance up when you walked in.

“you’re late,” nicholas says, even though you’re not.

“you’re annoying,” you say back, dropping your bag onto the floor with a heavy thud.

“good, we’re starting strong,” euijoo says brightly. he tosses a small bag of chips at you, which you catch one-handed without thinking.

“where’s kazuha?” you ask.

“physics exam,” euijoo supplies.

you sink into the chair across from them, cracking the bag open. “gotcha, so what’s the emergency?”

nicholas exchanges a look with euijoo, and you immediately regret asking.

“so,” nicholas starts, drawing the word out like he’s crafting a master plan. “you know how the festival showcase is coming up.”

“yeah,” you say. “you’ve only been talking about it nonstop for the past month.”

“good, good,” he says, nodding seriously like he’s checking something off a list. “well, juju and i are playing, obviously. drums,” he says, pointing at himself. “keyboard,” he says, clapping euijoo on the back.

“band of the year,” euijoo says proudly, even though you’re pretty sure they haven’t even named their group yet.

“still working on a name,” nicholas adds, not missing a beat. “anyway. we’re kind of… short on help.”

you narrow your eyes. “what kind of help.”

“stage managing,” nicholas says, too quickly.

you immediately look at harua, who is now aggressively pretending to be asleep. you throw a chip at him. he flinches but doesn’t open his eyes.

“rua,” nicholas says, voice rising, “please. you’d be so good at it.”

“no,” harua says flatly, eyes still closed.

nicholas clutches his chest like he’s been stabbed. “you didn’t even let me finish.”

“because i know how your ‘help’ works,” harua says, finally cracking one eye open. “you’ll end up on fire and somehow it’ll be my fault.”

“he’s not wrong,” euijoo says under his breath.

nicholas glares at him.

euijoo just grins, wide-eyed and unbothered.

“so that leaves you,” nicholas says, turning to you with the full force of his bright, almost-too-charming smile. it’s dangerous, how nice he looks when he wants something.

you lean back in your chair, arms crossed. “stage managing, huh?”

“easy stuff,” euijoo says quickly. “just make sure our set starts on time. talk to the sound guys. keep jo from running away. you know. simple.”

“you say that like it doesn’t sound like babysitting a bunch of toddlers,” you say.

nicholas holds up his hand solemnly. “we’re very well-behaved toddlers.”

“no they’re not,” harua says immediately.

you consider it for a second, crunching a chip between your teeth. there’s a part of you that knows this is going to be a mess. there’s also a part of you that’s already buzzing with the kind of restless excitement that only festival week can bring.

besides, someone has to keep nicholas from fucking punching a bitch.

you sigh dramatically. “fine.”

nicholas cheers loud enough that a group of students across the lounge glance over. euijoo fist-pumps like they’ve just won the lottery.

“i knew you were the one we could count on,” euijoo says, beaming.

“bitch,” you say. “i’m just doing this for service hours.”

“same thing,” nicholas says cheerfully.

harua just shakes his head like he’s watching a slow-motion disaster unfold. “you’re gonna regret it.”

“probably,” you say.

but you’re smiling as you say it.

outside the lounge windows, you can see people starting to string up banners across the campus lawn, the colors snapping bright against the blue sky. the first chords of a guitar echo faintly from somewhere down the quad. the whole world feels like it’s tilting forward, toward something you can’t quite see yet.

the rehearsal room smells like old amps, sweat, and that weird lavender cleaner the janitors love. cables snake across the floor in every direction, half the equipment buzzing faintly, and someone’s left an empty water bottle balancing precariously on a speaker.

you’re standing awkwardly by the door with nicholas and euijoo, trying not to trip over anything expensive-looking.

“don’t look so nervous,” nicholas says, nudging you with his elbow. his hair is a mess from hauling in drums earlier, and his usual fox-like grin is turned up to full wattage. “they’re nice.”

“mostly,” euijoo adds under his breath, brown hair flopping into his eyes as he beams at you.

“so reassuring,” you mutter.

nicholas claps his hands loudly, getting the attention of the three other guys already scattered around the room.

“alright, everyone, listen up,” he says. “this is our new stage manager.”

all eyes turn to you.

you give a small, awkward wave.

“y/n, meet the rest of the circus,” nicholas says proudly. he points to the shortest guy first—pastel pink hair messy like he just rolled out of bed, snaggletooth flashing when he smiles. “that’s yuma. rhythmic guitar.”

“hey,” yuma says brightly, voice a little louder than necessary. he waves enthusiastically, like you’re old friends already.

he’s got that weird kind of energy that’s half ‘talks a lot’ and half ‘hiding in a corner the second no one’s looking.’

“hi,” you say back, a little startled by the force of his friendliness.

nicholas moves on, pointing at a taller guy with black hair falling softly over his forehead, clutching his bass like it’s a safety blanket. his face is gentle, almost doll-like, and he gives you a tiny, polite bow.

“jo,” nicholas says. “bass. shy, but lethal.”

jo immediately flushes bright red at the introduction. “hi, uh… it’s nice to meet you,” he says quietly.

you smile at him, already feeling a little more at ease.

and then.

“and this,” nicholas says, dragging out the word like he’s announcing a villain, “is maki. lead guitarist. lead vocals. also… pain in my ass.”

maki doesn’t move from where he’s sitting on one of the amps, guitar balanced casually across his lap. he’s tall—almost as tall as euijoo—and built lean, all sharp angles and casual confidence. his black hair is slicked back, a few rebellious strands falling forward. his brows are dark and chiseled, his jawline stupidly sharp, and his lips are full enough to look like they belong in some annoying cologne ad.

he doesn’t smile.

instead, he looks you up and down once, slow and deliberate, and says, “great. another manager wannabe.”

you blink.

“maki,” nicholas says immediately, warning in his voice.

euijoo jumps in too, still smiling but a little strained. “dude, chill. it’s not that serious.”

maki shrugs, utterly unbothered, and plucks a few lazy notes on his guitar.

“i’m just saying. last one bailed after two rehearsals.”

“maybe because you were a dick,” yuma says from across the room.

maki smirks but doesn’t deny it.

you shift your weight, unsure whether you should be offended or not. it’s not like you came here begging to manage their band. nicholas and euijoo practically dragged you into this.

nicholas catches your expression and quickly leans in. “don’t worry about him,” he mutters. “he warms up eventually. like, in a year.”

“or never,” yuma calls helpfully.

jo looks horrified. he glances between you and maki and gulps. “maki’s just… passionate. about music.”

you raise an eyebrow. “yeah, i can tell.”

maki hears you. you know he does, because there’s the faintest twitch of his mouth—not a smile exactly, more like he’s biting it back. but he doesn’t say anything else. just goes back to fiddling with his guitar like you’re not even there.

nicholas claps his hands again, loudly. “okaaay! now that introductions are over and nobody’s dead, let’s get started.”

you step carefully around the tangle of cables, finding a spot against the wall where you can watch without getting in the way.

yuma shoots you a quick thumbs-up and a wide grin. jo gives you an awkward smile. even euijoo throws you a goofy wink before sitting down at his keyboard.

the only one who doesn’t look your way is maki.

good, you think stubbornly.

you didn’t come here to make friends.

you came here to keep this chaos from falling apart long enough for nicholas and euijoo to have their moment onstage.

it’s been a few weeks, and somehow you’re still standing.

you’ve got the rhythm of everything now—running between light cues, managing equipment changes, fixing tech issues before anyone notices.

the chaos doesn’t scare you anymore. if anything, it feels almost… good. like you belong here.

“y/n, mic two’s giving feedback again!” someone shouts from the sound booth.

“on it!” you yell back, already moving.

you crouch at the front of the stage, adjusting cables and fiddling with the mixer settings.

out of the corner of your eye, you see a pair of boots stop a few feet away. you don’t have to look up to know who it is.

“amazing,” maki says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “you’re actually useful. didn’t think we’d ever see the day.”

you straighten up slowly, wiping your hands on your jeans.

he’s standing there, arms crossed, guitar slung across his back like he’s posing for a magazine cover. his mouth is curled into something that isn’t quite a smile.

“hi to you, too,” you say, keeping your voice light.

you plaster a bright, fake smile on your face, even though you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“you know,” maki continues, voice low enough that only you can hear, “we probably would’ve finished this soundcheck thirty minutes ago if we didn’t have a stage manager who needs a map just to find the on-switch.”

your jaw tightens.

you turn back to the mixer, pretending to fiddle with the settings just so you don’t say something you’ll regret.

instead, you laugh, short and airy.

“lucky for you, i’m a fast learner,” you say sweetly. “otherwise you’d be stuck doing actual work.”

you hear yuma snort from where he’s adjusting his pedalboard. even jo—quiet, polite jo—looks like he’s fighting back a smile. nicholas wanders over, sensing the tension immediately.

“maki, play nice,” he says, clapping a hand on maki’s shoulder.

maki shrugs him off with a roll of his eyes.

“just pointing out the obvious,” he says, flashing that signature too-sharp grin.

the rest of the afternoon isn’t much better. everywhere you go, maki finds some way to comment.

when you trip slightly over a coiled cord:

“graceful. like a drunk baby giraffe.”

when you check the mic levels for the third time:

“triple-checking? bold of you to assume it’ll make a difference.”

when you relay notes from the sound team to the band:

“translation: everything’s still a mess and it’s probably your fault.”

each time, you feel your teeth grit tighter, but you never give him the satisfaction of reacting.

you just smile—wide and bright—and keep doing your job like he’s not even there.

you can tell it pisses him off, too. every time you brush him off without a real reaction, his smirk tightens just a little. his eyes follow you longer, sharper. by the end of rehearsal, you’re bone-tired but proud. you survived another day, another barrage of maki’s insults, without snapping.

you’re stacking mic stands when he strolls past you, guitar case slung lazily over one shoulder.

“see you tomorrow, stage manager extraordinaire,” he says, heavy on the mockery.

you flash him a smile so sweet it practically drips sugar.

“can’t wait, lead singer who thinks he’s funny.”

he chuckles low under his breath — and for the first time today, it’s not entirely mean. you watch him walk away, the knot in your chest loosening just a little. you’re not sure what exactly is happening between you two — but you know this much:

whatever game maki’s playing, you’re not losing.

maki’s become even more unbearable at practice. and you’re fucking done.

always late, always half-assing the setups, always finding a way to make your life harder.

“is it that hard to plug in an amp properly?” he drawls one afternoon, after you’ve spent fifteen minutes untangling a cable knot from hell.

you whip around, face burning. “if you think it’s so easy, why don’t you get off your ass and do it yourself?”

he just smirks, propping his boots up on the nearest chair like a king surveying his ruined kingdom.

“watch and learn, princess.”

you bristle at the nickname, fists clenching so hard your nails dig into your palms.

when he saunters over and fixes the cable with two infuriatingly fast flicks of his wrist, you hate him a little more.

you also hate the stupid, traitorous flip your stomach does at how easy he makes it look.

you swear he’s doing it on purpose.

one night, you’re trying to fix a broken light rig by yourself — the rest of the crew long gone — when maki strolls in, spinning a guitar pick between his fingers.

he watches you struggle for a minute before saying, way too loudly:

“don’t hurt yourself. pretty sure they’d rather replace the lights than replace you.”

you slam the wrench down on the stage, metal clanging.

“god, you are insufferable!” you yell, spinning on him.

he smirks, unbothered. “takes one to know one.”

you stalk toward him, stopping only inches away, rage making your hands shake.

“i don’t know why everyone here kisses your ass,” you snap. “you’re not special. you’re just a dick with a guitar.”

for the first time, something flickers in his expression — something almost vulnerable.

but it’s gone before you can name it.

“better a dick with talent,” he says flatly, “than a wannabe clinging to a clipboard.”

it’s a low blow.

it hits harder than you expect.

you step back like he’s slapped you, heart in your throat.

maki watches you for a second longer, jaw tight, before turning and walking out.

the silence he leaves behind is deafening.

the fighting gets louder.

“your setlist makes no sense,” you snap at a late-night meeting.

“because clearly, you know more about music than i do,” he says lazily, arms folded across his chest.

“this isn’t just about you, maki. you’re not the only one performing.”

he shrugs. “could’ve fooled me.”

you glare at him across the crowded table. he stares back, unbothered, until you’re the one who looks away, teeth grinding.

the rest of the team watches with a mix of amusement and fear, staying carefully out of the blast radius.

the worst part isn’t the fighting.

it’s how you notice things about him anyway.

like the way he always shakes out his hands before playing, like he’s releasing something heavy he doesn’t want to carry.

like the way his eyes go distant sometimes, as if he’s somewhere else entirely.

like the way he never lets anyone touch his guitar—ever.

you file these observations away in the back of your mind, furious with yourself.

you don’t care. you don’t.

one night, you’re the last two in the practice room. you’re shoving chairs back into place, muttering curses under your breath, when he says, without looking up:

“you’re not bad at this, you know.”

you freeze.

he doesn’t say it like a compliment. just a statement of fact.

still—coming from him, it feels like a grenade lobbed straight into your chest.

you clench your jaw. “don’t flatter me.”

“wasn’t trying to,” he says, shrugging.

you hate how much your heart stutters anyway.

things get worse before they get better. during a soundcheck, you argue so loudly the entire crew hears.

“how dense can you be?” you shout, throwing your arms up.

he rolls his eyes dramatically. “keep yelling. maybe you’ll fix the mic that way.”

you step right into his space, close enough that you could shove him if you wanted. (and you want.)

“god, you’re insufferable.”

he leans down, not backing away. not even a little.

“likewise,” he murmurs, low and dangerous.

for a second, the air between you crackles—not just with anger, but something hotter, sharper. you’re the one who flinches back first. you tell yourself it’s because you’re better than this. not because of whatever the hell just sparked under your skin.

you slam your lunch tray onto the table so hard the water bottle nearly topples over.

“who hurt you?” kazuha asks, amused, peeling the lid off her yogurt.

“guess,” you mutter darkly, stabbing your salad like it personally wronged you.

harua leans back in his chair, arms crossed loosely.

“if it involves a certain stage manager gig…” he says slowly.

you point your fork at him.

“ding ding ding.”

kazuha gasps dramatically.

“already? you’ve only been at it, what, two months?”

“three weeks,” you correct. “three weeks of pure hell.”

harua snorts. “let me guess. maki?”

you nearly drop your fork. “you knew?” you splutter.

harua shrugs like it’s obvious. “i tried to warn you! that’s why i bailed when nicholas asked.”

kazuha perks up, interested. “wait, wait—you know him?”

harua nods grimly. “yeah. we ran in the same circles for a while. he’s… a handful.”

“understatement of the year,” you mutter, stabbing a tomato viciously.

“what’s he doing now?” kazuha asks, swirling her spoon in her yogurt.

you groan, dropping your fork. “being an asshole for sport. like—he goes out of his way to make everything harder.”

kazuha tilts her head. “maybe he’s flirting.”

you nearly choke. “no,” you say firmly.

“trust me. there’s no flirt. just…insults. comments. side-eyes. every time i open my mouth he looks at me like i’m stupid.”

harua leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “he’s like that with everyone,” he says, more gently. “he doesn’t even realize half the time.”

“oh he realizes,” you snap. “he realizes and he enjoys it.”

kazuha hums thoughtfully. “maybe he’s just intimidated.”

you bark out a laugh. “of me?” you gesture to yourself. “please.”

“you’re scary when you want to be,” harua says mildly.

kazuha nods in agreement. “cute but terrifying,” she says brightly.

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling a little despite yourself. still—the frustration buzzes just under your skin. you pick up your sandwich, ready to launch into another rant—when a shadow falls over the table.

“talking about me again?”

you freeze mid-bite.

maki stands there, backpack slung over one shoulder, expression unreadable.

great. perfect. how much had he heard?

harua’s face shifts instantly—calm but cold.

kazuha presses her lips together like she’s fighting a smile.

you set your sandwich down carefully. “do you eavesdrop on everyone,” you say sweetly, “or am i just special?”

maki smirks lazily. “you’re very loud,” he says. “hard not to overhear.”

“maybe walk faster next time,” harua says under his breath.

maki glances at him, expression tightening slightly. but instead of arguing, he shrugs.

“don’t worry,” he says, looking right at you. “wouldn’t want to waste my precious time listening to that again.”

you feel your hands curl into fists in your lap. before you can think of a comeback, someone else calls out:

“oi, maki!”

nicholas comes jogging over, euijoo at his heels, both balancing plates of food.

maki straightens up a little as they approach, like he’s been caught doing something he’s not supposed to.

“what’s going on here?” nicholas asks cheerfully, plopping his tray down next to yours.

euijoo raises an eyebrow at the tension in the air. “you guys fighting again?”

“technically,” kazuha says, smiling sweetly, “they weren’t fighting. they were complaining.”

“important distinction,” harua adds.

nicholas looks at maki. maki shrugs, looking bored.

“just passing by,” maki says.

“right,” euijoo says, dragging out the word.

nicholas claps maki on the back. “come sit,” he says.

maki doesn’t say anything right away, just slides into the seat across from you like he belongs there. nicholas barely glances up before launching back into conversation.

“man, i swear my professor fucking hates me,” nicholas says, waving a fork dramatically. “she gave me a 70 on my paper and said i was ‘too casual.’”

“maybe don’t start your essays with ‘yo, listen up,’” euijoo says dryly.

nicholas gasps. “it was creative writing!”

harua snickers under his breath. “creative doesn’t mean criminal.”

“it was an artistic choice,” nicholas insists, dramatically clutching his chest.

kazuha giggles, picking at her fruit cup. “i kind of wanna read it now.”

“i’ll sell copies,” nicholas says proudly.

“no one’s paying for that shit,” maki says, deadpan, finally speaking.

nicholas grins and flicks a piece of lettuce at him. “jealous.”

maki smirks but doesn’t argue, reaching lazily for a carton of chocolate milk from his tray.

it strikes you—how easy it is between them. no sharpness. no biting tension. just lazy, familiar teasing. kazuha glances at maki, curious.

“wait—you’re doing the showcase too, right? i don’t think we’ve met.”

maki glances up at her, pausing mid-sip. “yeah,” he says casually. “part of the band.”

he offers the smallest shrug—like it’s no big deal.

kazuha smiles. “welcome to the chaos.”

“already regretting it,” maki says, a ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth.

you watch, almost disbelieving. he’s not cold with her. not cutting. just… normal. borderline polite, even.

“you’ll survive,” harua says, resting his chin on his hand.

maki scoffs. “barely.”

“rua only says that because he bailed,” kazuha teases.

harua shrugs, unapologetic. “self-preservation.”

“coward,” nicholas coughs.

“genius,” harua corrects him smoothly.

euijoo leans in. “you missed rua’s grand speech last week about how he’s ‘too emotionally fragile’ to handle backstage drama.”

“it wasn’t a speech,” harua protests.

“it was a single, dignified sentence.”

“and then you ran away,” nicholas says, laughing.

harua holds up two fingers. “peacefully withdrew.”

kazuha laughs so hard she almost drops her spoon. maki chuckles under his breath too—a real sound, not mocking—and leans back in his chair, looking genuinely amused.

you stare at your tray, picking at the corner of your sandwich. they’re all so relaxed.

he’s so relaxed.

but not with you.

with you, it’s a constant cold edge. a target painted on your forehead. you sneak a glance at maki.

he’s tossing grapes into his mouth, listening to nicholas and euijoo argue about whether anyone actually reads the club newsletter. his whole body language—slouched, loose, unbothered—is completely different than when he’s talking to you.

like you’re a switch that flips him straight into defensive mode.

you fold your hands in your lap tightly.

maybe it’s not him.

maybe it’s you.

you knew today was going to be hard.

yesterday at lunch, watching maki laugh and joke around with nicholas, harua, and euijoo, and even kazuha, who he didn’t even fucking know. easy, effortless smiles. teasing without any edge. soft nudges to the shoulder. head thrown back laughing at harua’s bad jokes.

he was… good with people.

friendly. warm, even.

and not once had he looked at you.

you told yourself not to overthink it.

you told yourself you didn’t care.

but the feeling had stuck to your ribs like glue.

so now, standing in the middle of the rehearsal hall with your clipboard clutched tight in your hands, you brace yourself for another day of pretending you’re fine.

the band is setting up. cables snake across the stage, the drum kit gleams under the spotlights, and your headset buzzes faintly against your ear. you’re double-checking the mic setup when maki wanders past you, twirling a guitar pick between his fingers.

“still here?” he says, voice light but sharp. “thought maybe you finally got tired of embarrassing yourself.”

you don’t even blink. you just finish taping down the mic cord and move to the next one, pretending you didn’t hear him.

maki frowns, slowing a little as he watches you.

normally, you’d have snapped something back by now. rolled your eyes. shoved him with your shoulder.

you don’t.

you just move quietly, efficiently, like he doesn’t exist. nicholas catches the shift first.

you see him glance between you and maki from where he’s setting up his drum kit, his brow furrowing slightly. euijoo notices next, pausing halfway through organizing his keyboard cables, his eyes wide and a little worried.

“mic three’s good,” you say into the headset, keeping your voice even. “moving on to bass line.”

you don’t look at anyone.

especially not maki.

for the rest of rehearsal, the pattern stays the same.

every time maki makes a comment—

“don’t trip over the cables, superstar.”

“maybe check the speakers this time, stage manager of the year.”

“you sure you’re not just pretending to know what you’re doing?”

—you don’t respond.

not with a glare, not with a joke, not even a glance. you keep your head down and your work clean, heart pounding way harder than it should.

at the end of rehearsal, as everyone’s packing up, you slip toward the equipment table, organizing spare batteries and gaffer tape with trembling hands. you hear footsteps behind you.

“hey,” nicholas says, voice low. “can we talk?”

you turn, forcing a neutral smile. “sure. what’s up?”

euijoo hovers just behind him, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.

nicholas crosses his arms. “you ‘kay?”

“yeah. fine,” you say automatically.

“you seemed… out of it,” euijoo says gently. “like… not you.”

you shrug, tapping a loose roll of tape against your palm. “just tired.”

nicholas gives you a look—the don’t lie to me one he’s perfected as the oldest. “it’s about maki, isn’t it?” he says.

your throat tightens. “no,” you lie, too quickly. “i mean, he’s always like that. i’m used to it.”

euijoo steps closer, voice soft. “y/n… you don’t have to be.”

you stare at the floor, feeling a lump form at the back of your throat. “he’s nice to everyone else,” you mumble. “maybe it’s just me he doesn’t like.”

nicholas exhales slowly, raking a hand through his messy red hair. “that’s not it.”

“then what is it?” you ask, finally looking up at them, voice cracking slightly. “because i’m tired of pretending it doesn’t bother me.”

euijoo’s face twists. he hates seeing you upset.

nicholas steps closer, squeezing your shoulder.

“you’re not the problem,” he says, firm and sure. “he’s just an idiot. we’ll talk to him if you want.”

“no,” you say quickly, wiping your hands on your jeans. “i don’t want it to be a big thing. i can handle it.”

euijoo hesitates, then nods slowly. “if you change your mind, we’ve got your back.”

you give them a small, real smile. it doesn’t fix everything, but it helps. a little.

out of the corner of your eye, you catch maki watching you from across the room. something tight in his jaw, something almost… uncertain.

you tear your gaze away before he can catch you looking.

you were getting better at pretending it didn’t bother you.

maki still kept his distance, and you still kept yours.

the comments had almost stopped altogether now—a quiet truce neither of you spoke about. around the others, you let yourself laugh, tease, exist. jo’s shy smiles, yuma’s loud jokes, euijoo’s constant encouragement—it all chipped away at the heavy weight in your chest.

but when it came to maki, you held the line.

it was easier that way.

especially now, with the showcase only two weeks away. no one had time for personal problems. rehearsals were full-speed, no breaks, no excuses.

today was supposed to be a full run-through. it started fine—a few minor hiccups you handled without blinking. but halfway through the set, one of the amps blew out, sending a horrible crackle through the sound system.

then the lights glitched.

then jo’s bass strap broke clean off mid-song.

it spiraled faster than you could stop it.

you scrambled between the stage and the tech booth, trying to fix one disaster after another while nicholas and euijoo did damage control. everyone was frustrated. you could see it—the tension tight in their shoulders, the way yuma shook out his hands, the way jo wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes.

you could feel it like a weight on your skin. when nicholas finally called it for the day—his voice rough with exhaustion—you were left picking up the mess. most of the others drifted out, dragging their instruments and gear behind them, murmuring tired goodnights.

you stayed behind, crouched on the stage, coiling cables and locking equipment cases.

your body ached.

your head throbbed.

you were halfway through unplugging a monitor when you heard footsteps.

you didn’t even bother looking up.

probably one of the crew, checking to see if you needed help. instead, someone cleared their throat awkwardly. you looked over your shoulder to see a crew guy—a second-year you vaguely recognized—holding a bag of takeout.

“uh… this is for you,” he said, a little confused.

he held the bag out like it might explode.

you blinked, slowly standing up and wiping your hands on your jeans. “me?” you said.

he nodded. “yeah. someone told me to give it to the stage manager. had your name on it.”

you frowned, confused. you didn’t remember ordering anything. but sure enough, when you took the bag, there was a folded piece of paper taped to it.

your name scribbled across it in messy handwriting.

no message.

no signature.

just your name.

you pressed your lips together, heart thudding a little too fast.

you didn’t open the bag right away. you just clutched it awkwardly, glancing around the hall.

nicholas was packing up his drums, laughing tiredly at something euijoo said.

jo had already disappeared, yuma’s guitar case slung over one shoulder.

maki was across the room, sitting on one of the amps, lazily scrolling through his phone.

no one looked at you. no one acted like they’d just sent you dinner. you frowned slightly, confused. the crew guy who’d given it to you had already disappeared too. you had no idea who it was from.

still, the bag was warm in your hands. and after the day you’d had, you weren’t about to turn down free food.

you finished packing up your things, tucking the takeout carefully into your backpack, and headed home without another word.

your apartment was dark when you stumbled through the door.

you didn’t bother turning on the lights—just dropped your stuff in the entryway and kicked off your shoes. the bag of takeout was still clutched in your hand, the smell hitting you properly for the first time. it made your stomach twist painfully—you hadn’t even realized how hungry you were.

you sat down on the floor right there, pulling the bag open with tired fingers. inside was a neatly packed container of food. nothing fancy.

your heart squeezed a little.

you dug deeper and found a small folded napkin tucked into the side of the bag. you opened it half-expecting another note, but it was blank.

just the napkin.

whoever sent it didn’t want you to know. they just wanted you to eat.

you blinked hard, throat tightening for a second before you forced yourself to breathe through it. you picked up the fork, scooping a bite of food into your mouth.

it tasted better than it had any right to. you sat there on the floor, tired but somehow a little less heavy, eating quietly in the dark.

no music. no noise.

just you.

and a silent, invisible kindness that you didn’t know how to repay yet.

it was monday. five days until the showcase.

and it felt like the world was balancing on a wire that could snap at any second.

nicholas was already behind his drum kit, twirling his sticks with a frown you weren’t used to seeing.

euijoo hovered by the keyboard, adjusting his settings over and over again.

jo sat cross-legged on the floor, tuning and re-tuning his bass.

yuma was pacing near the amps, muttering to himself.

and maki—

maki leaned against the wall with his guitar slung over his shoulder, arms crossed.

watching everything.

watching you.

you dropped your bag by the stage, heart pounding harder than it should’ve been. you had a checklist a mile long:

mic checks, monitor levels, cable tests, backup batteries, light cues.

you hadn’t even taken your jacket off yet when maki’s voice cut through the hum of the room.

“you look like you’re about to cry already,” he said, loud enough for the others to hear.

you stiffened, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. you turned slowly, forcing a smile that felt glued to your face.

“good morning to you too, maki,” you said, voice light. because what else could you do?

he raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “just saying. if you break down before thursday, we’re screwed.”

“thank you for your concern,” you said sweetly, and shoved your bag under the tech table a little harder than necessary.

euijoo shot maki a look from across the room—subtle, but definitely annoyed.

nicholas banged his sticks together, trying to get everyone’s attention back. “alright,” nicholas said, voice a little too loud. “let’s run it from the top. we’ll do two full sets today if we can. no pressure.”

you swallowed hard and yanked your headset into place. you could do this. you had to do this.

still, even as you ran through your checklist, you could feel maki’s gaze lingering.

he wasn’t laughing.

he wasn’t smiling.

and for some reason, that made it worse.

you ignored him. you ignored everything but the work in front of you. but as rehearsal dragged on, the pressure built until you felt like your whole body was vibrating. one of the lights wouldn’t respond to the cue. the wireless mic kept cutting out. someone unplugged a monitor by accident.

and through it all, maki’s voice kept finding you.

“maybe if you actually knew what you were doing—”

“someone’s gotta teach you how to fix that faster—”

“at this rate, you’ll be the reason we bomb—”

each comment was like a pinprick under your skin.

small enough to brush off at first.

but they were stacking.

heavy.

nicholas called five. everyone scattered off. you and the crew got to fixing every fucking problem that went wrong, and five minutes turned into twenty-five minutes.

and just when you were calming down, here comes your favorite person on the whole fucking planet.

you don’t know what sets him off this time.

maybe you breathe wrong. maybe you blink at the wrong angle. whatever it is, maki latches onto it like blood in the water.

“didn’t realize clumsiness was a talent,” he says, after you accidentally drop a mic stand while resetting.

his voice is light, almost lazy—but every word lands like a slap.

nicholas mutters something under his breath from across the stage, trying to keep things moving.

euijoo flashes you an apologetic look.

jo and yuma awkwardly fiddle with their gear.

you pretend you don’t feel the heat crawling up your neck.

you keep working. and maki keeps going.

“seriously, at this rate, we’ll be lucky if the stage doesn’t collapse.”

your hands shake around the cable you’re coiling.

you force yourself to breathe evenly.

“maybe you should stick to handing out water bottles or something,” he adds, voice low and mocking.

you slam the cable down without meaning to.

it rattles loudly against the metal floor.

everyone stops.

the silence is thick and ugly.

your throat burns.

your vision blurs.

your whole body buzzes with rage and shame, a horrible mix you can’t untangle.

you don’t want to cry.

god, you don’t want to.

but the tears are already spilling over, hot and furious.

you scrub at your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, humiliated.

“leave me the fuck alone,” you snap, voice cracking.

it sounds pitiful even to your own ears.

maki steps back like you hit him. he looks…wrong. not smug. not triumphant. just stunned. and maybe—for the first time—scared.

“chill, i didn’t—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“just shut up, maki,” you choke out, grabbing your things.

you push past him, bumping shoulders hard, and disappear backstage.

you lock yourself in a storage closet.

sit on a crate. bury your face in your hands.

it’s not just him. it’s everything.

the stress, the pressure, the way you’ve been trying so hard for so long just to be enough. and somehow maki always knows exactly where to dig the knife.

you breathe in shaky gasps, trying to wrestle yourself back under control. behind the door, you hear footsteps.

soft. hesitant.

a knock.

“…hey.”

you squeeze your eyes shut. “what,” you bite out.

pause.

“can i come in?”

you don’t answer. the door creaks open anyway.

maki steps inside, awkward and stiff, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. he closes the door gently behind him.

for a second, neither of you speaks.

then:

“i’m…” he clears his throat. “i’m sorry.”

you stare at him. not because you don’t believe him, but because you can’t remember the last time maki apologized for anything.

he rubs the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes. “i didn’t mean to— i wasn’t trying to—” he breaks off, frustrated. “you’re not useless,” he says finally, voice rough. “i was being a dick.”

you let out a bitter laugh, wiping your cheeks with your sleeve. “yeah. no kidding.”

maki flinches like you slapped him. he moves closer, then stops like he’s afraid of spooking you. “i’m not good at…” he gestures helplessly. “this. people. being…not an asshole.”

you snort, exhausted. “obviously.”

for a moment, you just stare at each other. the harsh fluorescent light hums overhead.

he looks wrecked—hair messy, hoodie half-zipped, shadows under his eyes. and he’s looking at you like you’re something precious he doesn’t know how to hold.

you don’t know what to do with that. so you look away.

he sits down on the floor in front of you, cross-legged. like he’s planting himself there and refusing to leave.

you don’t tell him to go.

after that, things shift.

slowly. awkwardly. like learning to walk after forgetting how.

maki still teases you. but it’s different now—lighter, edged with something almost fond.

you roll your eyes at him. but sometimes you smile too, against your will.

he starts carrying extra water bottles. tossing you one without a word during long rehearsals.

you start saving the good headphones for him. pretending it’s because he’s “too annoying to listen to otherwise.”

the others notice.

of course they notice.

euijoo nudges nicholas during meetings, grinning.

yuma whispers too loudly to jo, who giggles behind his hand.

you glare at them. maki flips them off without even looking up from his guitar.

and somehow—impossibly—it doesn’t feel bad.

it feels like breathing again.

you catch him friday night after everyone’s gone home, sitting on the edge of the stage, strumming quietly. you lean against the wall, arms crossed.

“you’re not terrible, you know,” you say.

he looks up, startled. then he grins—real and soft, not smug. “high praise coming from you.”

you roll your eyes. but your mouth twitches upward. you walk over, hesitating only a little before sitting next to him.

your shoulders brush.

neither of you move away.

you had thought the nerves would hit earlier. during soundcheck. or call time. or when you helped lay the last cable across the stage.

but somehow, it waited until now—ten minutes before showtime—to slam into you all at once.

you stood backstage, headset looped around your neck, hands clenched into fists at your sides.

your clipboard was tucked under your arm, crumpled and worn from how many times you’d flipped through it tonight. the band was huddled together a few feet away—nicholas twirling his sticks, euijoo stretching his fingers, jo tuning for the fifth time, yuma bouncing on his toes.

they looked nervous. but not like you. not like you were about to come apart at the seams.

you squeezed your eyes shut for a second, forcing yourself to breathe. you could do this. you had done all of this before.

rehearsals. tech runs. stage calls.

but this was different.

this was real.

“hey.”

you jumped slightly, snapping your eyes open. maki was standing in front of you, guitar slung across his back, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

he looked… calm. ridiculously calm.

“you good?” he asked, voice low enough that only you could hear.

you swallowed hard, forcing a nod. “yeah. totally. great.”

he tilted his head, studying you for a second longer than was comfortable. then he shifted his weight, glancing over his shoulder toward the others.

“you know,” he said casually, “you’re more stressed out than the people actually performing.”

you huffed out a weak laugh. “thanks. that makes me feel so much better.”

maki cracked the smallest grin—quick, barely there, but real. he stepped closer, lowering his voice even more.

“i’m serious,” he said. “you’ve already done everything. there’s nothing else to screw up now.”

you opened your mouth to argue—because there was always something that could go wrong—but he cut you off.

“you kept this whole thing from falling apart. rehearsals, equipment, keeping yuma from throwing his guitar at jo…” he paused, smirking when you let out a choked laugh. “you did that. you.”

you stared at him, thrown off balance. he never talked to you like this.

not before.

not even after everything that happened.

“why are you being nice to me?” you blurted before you could stop yourself.

maki shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. like he hadn’t spent the last two months making your life harder than it had to be.

“because you deserve it,” he said simply. “and because i don’t want you running off five minutes before we play.”

you rolled your eyes, but the knot in your chest loosened just a little. you hugged your clipboard tighter to your chest, trying to will yourself to believe him.

he bumped your shoulder lightly with his own.

“hey. look at me.”

you hesitated, then tilted your head up. his eyes—dark, sharp, familiar—were steady on yours.

“you’ve got this,” he said, softer this time. “seriously. we’re lucky you’re here.”

your throat tightened again, but not in the way it had earlier — not like you were about to cry.

this time, it felt different.

steady. grounding.

before you could say anything back, a stagehand waved from the wings, giving you the two-minute warning.

you blinked, snapping back into focus. you nodded sharply and turned toward the others, calling out the final checks. and just before he followed the rest of the band toward the stage entrance, maki paused.

he leaned in, voice low and teasing against your ear. “don’t cry from stress. i’ll laugh.”

you snorted, shoving him lightly toward the others. “shut up and go.”

he grinned—real and wide and easy—and disappeared into the shadows with the rest of them.

you stood there for a second longer, heart hammering, the weight in your chest finally lifting.

you weren’t alone in this. not anymore.

you adjusted your headset, squared your shoulders, and called the first cue.

the second they played the last chord, the stage lights dropped and the room exploded into cheers. you barely had time to process it before nicholas came barreling offstage, red hair plastered to his forehead, huge grin splitting his face.

“holy shit,” he gasped, immediately pulling you into a hug so tight you thought your ribs might crack. “we did it!”

“nico, juju, you killed it!” you laughed, patting his back as he swung you in a circle.

euijoo stumbled after him next, still catching his breath, his brown hair sticking up everywhere. he didn’t even say anything—he just leaned his entire body weight into you like a human pillow.

“i’m dying,” euijoo mumbled into your shoulder.

you laughed as you shoved him off lightly. “you guys were insane.”

“you sounded so good,” kazuha said, popping up beside you, practically bouncing in her sneakers. “like, i knew you guys were good, but that was insane.”

harua nodded, hands jammed into the pockets of his hoodie, a lazy grin on his face. “nicholas almost fell off his stool though.”

“i did not,” nicholas shot back, mock-offended. “i recovered. it’s called being a professional.”

“right, right,” harua teased, bumping his shoulder against yours. “very professional.”

you laughed, feeling the kind of high that only came after surviving something huge together. they were all sweaty, messy, loud—but they looked so happy it made your chest ache. you were about to say something when you felt someone step up beside you. you turned—and almost stumbled.

it was maki.

his black hair was pushed back, messy from the stage lights and sweat, his guitar slung carelessly across his back. he looked unfairly good for someone who had just screamed his lungs out for an hour.

for a second, he just stared at you. his hooded eyes unreadable, mouth set in a tight line.

“hey,” he said finally, voice rough.

“hey,” you echoed, feeling suddenly way too aware of yourself.

he shifted a little, like he was nervous. his fingers twitched against the strap of his guitar.

“i, uh,” he started, then stopped, glancing at nicholas and euijoo, who were pretending very badly not to eavesdrop.

he scowled and turned his attention back to you. “i just wanted to say… thanks,” he said, low. “for everything. like — really. we would’ve been screwed without you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by how serious he sounded. maki was many things — snarky, competitive, impossible sometimes — but he wasn’t fake.

“you guys did all the work,” you said, smiling a little.

he shook his head. “nah. you kept it together. even when i was… you know.” he grimaced slightly. “being an asshole.”

you laughed under your breath. “you were pretty bad.”

his mouth twitched, like he was fighting a smile. then he ducked his head for a second, almost shy.

“so,” he said, kicking at the ground. “i was wondering if, maybe, after the after party… if you wanna go out with me?”

you barely had time to react before–

“she’s busy,” nicholas cut in loudly, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “busy going on a date with you.”

yuma, who had just wandered over, snorted so loudly it echoed backstage. “bro, you’re sweating more now than you were on stage,” he said, practically doubled over laughing.

maki turned bright red, glaring at them like he was weighing whether murder was a reasonable option. you bit your lip hard to keep from laughing—not at maki, but at how genuinely flustered he looked.

maki muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “i’m gonna kill them” before focusing back on you. his voice was quieter now, just for you. “i’m serious. do you wanna go out with me?”

you felt your heart skip in your chest—and this time, it wasn’t just the post-show adrenaline. you smiled—small, a little shy. “yeah,�� you said. “i do.”

maki exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the whole time. his mouth pulled into this crooked, boyish smile that made your stomach flip.

“good,” he said.

nicholas and yuma immediately burst into obnoxious cheering, harua and kazuha high-fiving like they’d just witnessed history.

euijoo laughed quietly, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“this is so embarrassing for you,” yuma teased maki gleefully.

“shut up,” maki muttered without any heat, still looking at you like you were the only person in the room. “after party first,” he added, voice low, a little more confident now. “then our date.”

you grinned, your heart racing. “deal.”

and somehow, through all the noise and laughter and chaos of backstage, it felt like you and maki were standing in your own little world:

quiet, real, just beginning.

#jpop #kpop #ujuinluv #&team #andteam #&team x reader #&team x you #&team fluff #&team angst #&team maki #andteam maki #maki &team #maki andteam #maki hirota #hirota riki #hirota maki #maki maus #enemies to lovers #maki enemies to lovers

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3vergr3en · 7 months ago

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THAT BOY IS A MONSTER 👻

PAIRING (📞) . collegeau!maki x fem!college!reader

A/N (🔪) . heyy.. hii... please forgive my absence with this maki fic 😣🤲🏼 I feel like a bummy boyfriend begging for my girlfriend (you guys) to take me back 😭 I also wanted to bring some closure to my old ethan landry series with this fic (you shall be forever missed.) ANYWAY. HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS HALLOWEEN SPECIAL <3

ADDITIONAL INFO (🩸) . this fic contains suggestive content!! there will be NO p in v, literally all they do is have a (detailed) heated make-out. DON'T CRUCIFY ME 😭🙏🏼

The red-haired man leans his upper body over the granite counter, "What did he say?" he yells over the blaring music.

"He'll be here in a half an hour!" You yell back, receiving a confirming nod from the male across from you. As Nicholas turns his head away to presumably check out the girls in short mini skirts and corsets, you gently tug at the hem of his sleeve to avert his attention back onto you, "I'm gonna use the bathroom! Oh, and can you grab me a drink, pleaaasee?"

"Sure, but don't be surprised if it tastes weird." He sends you a warning smile before he walks off in his rainbow-stripped long-sleeve and blue overalls. He yells to a person, "Yo! Put that shit down before I throw you out myself!" You still don't know how the guys manage to convince Nicholas to dress up as Chucky, but either way, you loved it.

"Excuse me! Sorry- just let me pass through, thank you!" You squeezed past through the crowded kitchen and down the hallway. Miraculously, you managed to find an unoccupied bathroom which was usually filled with couples making out or in some cases,, a little more. You walk in, shutting the door behind you with a click! But you were just thankful enough to have one all to yourself.

knock knock knock

Oh, you gotta be shitting me.

"It's occupied, sorry!" You shout, fixing your blonde wig in the mirror.

knock knock knock

You curse out, "Oh my fucking god." Shuffling your way over to the door, you unlock it before swinging it open with an annoyed expression. "I said it was-" You stop mid-sentence when you see the famous white mask and black cloak. Okay.. creepy. "Sorry, Mr. Ghostface, but this bathroom is occupied." You sigh, taking a step back to close the door.

But a firm grip on the side of the door halts it. You stumble backward, "Dude, what the fuck?" The person pries it open before walking in, slamming the door behind them with a click. "This isn't funny, you need to get out. Now."

But the person just.. stands there. No words. No movement.

"Alright, this is bullshit." You sigh, "I'm just gonna go." You begin to walk past the person, but they forcefully grab you by your arms, and with that familiar raspy voice, they speak, "Dressed as Casey Becker? How convenient." They tilt their head with a chuckle as you manage to push them off of you.

"Nicholas!" You yell, but you know that it is no use against the loud music outside. You take several steps backward till your back is pressed up against the wall behind you, leaving you cornered. "Nicholas isn't coming to save you." They state.

The person takes a step closer till they're practically right up against you, feeling your heart beating rapidly against their chest. "So, you got a boyfriend?" They taunt, lifting their hand to your chin, forcing you to look up at them.

They reach up behind their head to swiftly yank the mask off. Once they did, they shook their head to reveal your boyfriend who smiled sickeningly.

It takes you a little bit to let the realization sink in, but when it does, your immediate response is to shove your boyfriend as hard as you can. "You fucking jerk!" You curse.

Maki couldn't help but laugh hysterically. "Hey, I'm sorry, okay? But don't lie, you were lowkey enjoying it." He chuckles, cradling you in his arms as he presses kisses on your forehead.

"No, I didn't." But you knew deep down that he was right.

He nods, not believing a word you just said. "Do you like the costume?" He asks with a slight raise of eyebrows, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "..Yeah, I do." You quietly confess.

He has this cocky smirk plastered on his face, "Yeah?" His voice had gotten deeper as his eyes were glued to your lips. And you shamelessly did the same, eyes staring at your boyfriend's plump, pink lips.

"Well, I think we both know that you like it a little more than you think.." He whispers against your lips before moving to your ear, "Why else didn't you push me away when I was right up against you earlier?"

As if your hands had a mind of their own, they grabbed the collar of your boyfriend's cloak to pull him in so you could smash your lips against his.

You can feel your boyfriend's hands gripping your waist through your bulky sweater, pulling your hips to be flush against his. "Up." You hear him muffle in between kisses as he taps your thigh. You quickly obliged, hopping up to wrap your legs around his waist while his hands held you up by your thighs.

He brings you over to the bathroom sink, resting you on top of the marbled counter. His lips never seem to leave yours, not even for a split moment.

"Maki," You breathe out, hands finding their way into his black, soft locks.

Everything was so messy. The way he kissed you feverishly, almost like he had gone days without having your lips on his. His big hands holding the back of your head, causing your wig to slip off. Or maybe it's the fact that seeing your boyfriend in a Ghostface costume has done wonders for you.

His lips trailed down your lips to your chin, planting open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. He breathlessly chuckles, "I find it cute how we accidentally matched costumes."

"You need to wear that Ghostface mask more often."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

#&team #&team x reader #&team imagines #andteam x reader #&team maki #andteam maki #hirota riki #riki maus #maki x reader #maki one shots #maki &team #ghostface #nana'swrites!#nanasofthours'🌸

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bang-chan-my-man · 6 months ago

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Maki 11/10/24 Weverse Update

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kimakento · 7 months ago

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from me to you

synopsis: having a seemingly one-sided crush on one of your friends wasn’t really an ideal situation to be in. but when you decide not to confess during your graduation and last time seeing the boy, what will become of your relationship with maki? ⌙ 2.7k

pairing: hirota/maus riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

tags: kinda angsty at the start, both parties are oblivious, slight makeout scene.., friends to lovers, mutual pining!!!, (if yk who suzu/rinon are, ily), hs graduation confession, very cute T^T

author’s note: that should be me holding your hand..

there was a palpable yet buzzing rush that radiated from everybody around you — from fellow students to teachers — and it hung heavily in the air as you observed the chaos that was your school’s preparation for graduation. despite that, you definitely agreed; graduations really were an important event.

a fraction of sorrow did fill you, but it meant for new beginnings, right? you’d start a new life—a fresh page—with others, to learn new things, and become adjusted to life more. there would be things that you’d miss, however you believed you were able live with that.

not maki though.

despite three whole years of having a massive crush on him, you had bitterly decided you were going to move on without so much as a confession.

‘that’s what a coward would do’, you told yourself.

still, you couldn’t muster up enough courage to act on your thoughts. what if maki didn’t feel the same? what if he rejected you without so much of a thought? what if he felt disgusted by you?

the negative thoughts began to weigh heavy on your conscience; you definitely weren’t going to be able to confess at this rate.

you repeated the same sentences in your head; it was going to be fine. you wouldn’t regret anything, and your feelings would dissipate shortly.

classmates were carrying props towards the auditorium, teachers were calling out helpers for last minute errands and others were commemorating their last day; taking photos and just chatting animatedly. walking mindlessly along the busy corridor, you felt a shoulder bump yours. looking up from the floor, you noticed your friend, suzu.

“finally, i found you! we need your help on the stage,” linking her arm with yours, she spoke cheerily. “the lights aren’t working as planned and we need all the brains we can get.”

parting your lips to speak, you let out a tiny yelp when suzu propelled you along hastily, her grip tightly wrapped around you.

a giggle slipped out your mouth as you remarked. “have you been going to the gym or something recently? you’ve got a death grip, i swear!” said girl glared at you before clicking her tongue in faux annoyance. ‘at the very least, this would help take your mind off the boy you’ve crushed on for so long’ you told yourself.

leading you to the school auditorium, suzu threw open the doors causing the crowd of eight — yes, you counted — students that were huddled around the stage to snap their heads towards the source of the booming noise. your eyes darted around the room, attempting to attach names to faces; you recognised a few of your friends: harua, taki and rinon.

but before being able to identify any others, a familiar voice cut the silence. “could someone help me hold the stand so i can screw on the bulb?”

“maki..?” you muttered in confusion before turning around to clutch your friend’s arm tightly. “suzu, why the hell would you bring me here?” at the sound of you whispering frantically, she shook her head in disbelief before plucking your fingers off of her arm one by one.

“hey maki, i have a little helper for you!” cupping her mouth with her hands, the girl called out to the boy before shoving you forwards to meet him while giggling to herself.

you took shy steps towards him before plopping down next to him on the stairs of the stage. he paid no mind to you whilst digging through the toolbox at his side, tight concentration apparent on his features.

“so… what did you need help with?” fiddling with the hem of your skirt, your voice was small as you asked the question. maki was the last person you wanted to see. and you didn’t think you could be next to him any longer. not in a bad way of course, but you would rather do anything else than be here.

turning to meet your gaze, the boy cleared his throat before handing you the lamp’s stand. “hold this.”

you nodded, and complied. but a heat crept up your face when you felt maki scoot closer towards your body. and when you turned your head, his face was inches away from your. you swore you could feel his breath fanning your lips; so you jolted away in shock.

“what are you even doing?” you stared at him.

“uhm.. nothing?”

you swore that you heard him chuckle to himself lightly.

“you know we’re having our graduation in, like, an hour, and you’re busy playing around?” the question came out frantic; well you were. what else would you be when the boy you’ve liked for so long was so close to kissing you? there was nothing you had liked more than to get it over with, but he wasn’t making it easier for you. in defeat, maki lifted up his arms in the air before nodding his head along with you.

for the next thirty minutes, you both worked on helping to fix the bulb.

“on the count of three.” you nodded at his words. “one. two. three!”

flipping the switch, the bulb flickered repeatedly before holding out and turning on properly. in joy, you both cheered before exchanging hi-fives. as you gazed up at the boy, the thought that you should confess did dawn your mind, but you dismissed it quickly. it was better this way. this was a friendship that you couldn’t bear to lose.

caught up in your thoughts, maki snapped his fingers in your face to regain your attention.

“hmm? what’s that?”

“i said i have something to tell you.”

there was a serious rift to his tone, what did he want to speak about?

with your eyebrows furrowed, you questioned him. “why? what happened?”

“it’s just that i—“ but before maki could begin his sentence, a chirpy voice had interrupted swiftly.

“hey guys!” suzu remarked cheerfully before nudging your shoulder then turning towards the boy. “you mind if i stole her for a little while?” receiving a nod from said boy, your friend locked her arms with yours before dragging you towards the stage swiftly. she began excitedly showing you the progress on the auditorium’s lights and set. you had to admit, it looked stunning; the bright vibrance complemented the occasion so well. besides, your graduation had to be the best.

it also was important that said graduation was creeping closer.

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an hour later, your class had all gathered in the auditorium; it was packed. the head of school began to read out a speech, expressing how she would miss the rowdiness yet bright nature of your year. heartfelt speeches weren’t really your thing, but there was a slight longing that began to fill your heart. your years in high school were some of your best, you had formed amazing friendships and even bloomed love for a certain black-haired boy.

rinon and suzu were at both your sides and as you clung onto them tightly, you whispered to them.

“i love you guys.”

both giggled softly in response before your attention landed on maki. his back was turned to you, but you could notice that he was nodding along with the speech.

“and i’m going to miss you too.” you mumbled, staring at him lovingly.

rinon tilted her head towards you in an interrogative manner. “huh, what was that?“

picking up your hands, you nodded dismissively.

“its just— uhm, nothing.”

around twenty minutes after all the formalities — more so, speeches and awards — had been completed, the students were given the liberty to roam around the school one last time, saying their goodbyes, you even saw some adorable shows of confessions that only fuelled the yearning for maki inside you. no words could express how much you wished just how much you wanted to tell him. show him the amount of love for him that occupied your heart, the lengths that you would go for him.

so badly, you desired maki to know you. all of you.

though, you deemed it better to focus on those you had now. your best friends. tears pricked your eyes as you embraced them both. upon deciding to go to different universities, this was going to be the final time you see them. you had to make it count.

but before you could begin to blubber about how you were going to forever hate them for leaving you and sob all together, you felt a sharp tap on your shoulder.

maki stood tall behind you, a wide grin playing on his pretty face. while wiping your face with your sleeve, he spoke to you hushedly.

“meet me on the roof in five?”

“huh?” but the boy hurried away before you could get another word out. “wait!” you called out to him, though it was too late.

as your expression morphed into confusion, you questioned the nature of his strange actions.

still, five minutes later, you hesitantly followed his request; racing up the school stairs towards the roof, you threw the door open and passed through. immediately, you were met with the biting wind and a cold wisp of air as your gaze searched for any sight of the boy.

the second your eyes landed on his tall figure, you noticed something peculiar. his fist was balled, it was like he held something in it. in uncertainty, you walked towards him with perplexity laced in your features. as you neared him, you observed something else; the second button of his blazer was nowhere to be seen, all that lay in its place was the thin strand of thread that was left when it was plucked.

a small frown pulled on your lips at the realisation. you were so in out of your head. it was crazy to think he was ever going to like you.

the overwhelming reminder that today was your graduation made you force a smile on your face.

you remarked playfully. “did you need my help or some—“

“open your hand.” his tone was serious, prompting you to furrow your brows.

“uh, okay.” doing as you were told, you stuck out your hand.

reaching his hand towards yours, maki dropped an object in your hand. it felt kind of warm? looking at your palm, you discerned it to be a quaint, little button. more specifically, a button from his blazer.

his missing second button.

upon tilting your head up towards him, his smile never wavered. not even the slightest.

“i like you. so much,” he inhaled shakily. “i didn’t know how to tell you. i don’t know if you feel the same,” as you parted your lips to reply, he cut you off. “just, let me speak first before you tell me your answer. please.”

“ever since we’ve started in this school — since you walked through the doors of our classroom, i couldn’t help but be drawn to you. it wasn’t long before i started developing an embarrassingly huge crush. the smile you’ve held through everything, the kind words you tell others to cheer them up. the way you even look my way, and how your eyes glisten whenever you become excited.”

he ran a hand through his hair, visibly nervous, before continuing briskly.

“i know i sound like a crazy person to you, but i really couldn’t help but fall in love with you,” at hearing his words, your eyes widened, and in turn his does too. “uh— no, well! sorry, that just slipped out. fuck.” a hand slapped over his mouth as he quickly quietened down; which in return made you chuckle softly.

as maki rambled on, you watched his face silently. there was no mistaking the slight flush on his cheeks and the awkward smile that played on his lips while speaking on. by then, you had stopped paying attention to his words and focused on his lips. they were just so pretty and pink. and you couldn’t help the urge.

“i’m not sure what you feel about me but i just—“

while he spoke, you leaned up and placed a peck square on his lips. pulling away, his fingers ghosted over his lips as maki looked at you in confusion.

“i like you too,” you began, “it’s surprising how you haven’t noticed.” walking past him, you reached the railing of the school roof. you placed your hands on the cold metal and pondered to yourself. to be honest, you hadn’t really hid your infatuation for the taller boy. but then again, maki’s always been oblivious.

however, you jolted out your skin when a pair of hands placed themselves at your waist. turning around, you were met with a hand caressing your cheek before being pulled in.

he connected your lips in a sweet kiss, slight pushing you against the bar. your brain panicked as you processed what was happening. maki was kissing you. as his free hand held your waist, you wrapped your arms around the base his neck before pressing into him.

maki’s grip on you tightened, his touch indicating the need to hold onto you as the intensity of the moment deepened. your mind grew hazy as the scent of his cologne surrounded you, unable to realise that practically anyone below could see what was happening. the moment felt surreal, nothing else could compare.

moments later, the boy pecked the corner of your mouth before moving away from you. there was only silence from your part, which made him arch a brow perplexedly.

you failed to suppress the urge to smile knowingly. “my lip tint suits you. it looks good. now, we can match.”

his eyes widened as he brought a sleeved arm over his mouth, hurriedly wiping at the area.

“i messed yours up too.” he leans towards you, a thumb rubbing at your chin softly, forcing you to admire his features.

in your pocket, your phone vibrated suddenly. when you reached into your pocket, you saw that suzu sent you a message.

“we gotta go. like, right now,” shifting away from him, you smoothened out your skirt and straightened your blazer before turning to maki. “they’re starting to take the class photos soon.”

in return, he nodded and mirrored your previous actions before deeming it okay to return to your class. on your way, you both descended — you, sort of skipping — down the stairs, fingers intertwined and a dreamy look plastered on your face. but before you passed the main entrance out into the crowd, you squeezed his hand before letting go; to which he pressed a light peck to your cheek, causing you to giggle.

walking out through the doors, all heads turned towards you both before loud cheers and jeers sounded out from your classmates — even low chuckles could be heard from some. you quickly made your way to your friends, questioning them.

“what’s going on?” you frantically whispered.

“you know we all saw you up there on the roof, right?” suzu began.

rinon chimed in. “you guys could’ve been at least somewhat subtle about it.“ the other girl giggled at her words, making kissy faces at you.

however, before you could chide them further, the photographer had called the class to get in position for the graduation photos.

it didn’t take long for the photos to be taken; your classmates had pushed you and maki next to each other. you all had the times of your lives, pulling silly faces and hugging each other. this was definitely best graduation ever.

what was even better was that you went home not with just a signed shirt from your friends, warm embraces and kisses from them, meaningful yet tear-inducing — you were sure your mascara was totally ruined — partings but also a loving boyfriend.

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