#—lunexrin

[lunexrin]

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE !

"Why the hell would you do that?!" "Did you think I wanted to?! Your germs... Ew.”

Blurb: A few glimpses of certain episodes if you and Tsukishima Kei were in a shoujo anime!

Genre/Tropes: academic rivals, slice of life, shoujo, romance, slow burn (?).

Reader: fem. (you will be addressed as 'Seiu' which is your supposed last name because i hate putting 'y/n' in my writings. it feels like a turn-off, for me.)

WC: 4.7k.

A/N: oh my god it has been so long?? this idea came from back in SEPTEMBER, on his birthday. and yes it took that long to finish *insert crying emoji*. this is my longest work so far (7 jan 24). but i don’t really like it? i think it’s tedious. i apologize for any grammar mistakes, and would love any feedbacks or critics *insert crying emoji again*.

“Aw, look at you,” He cooed, and you're actually contemplating on smashing your head straight into the glass window of your class rather than hearing his taunts to degrade your scores on this stupid, science quiz.

His pale, slender fingers came into your harsh gaze, watching him tap the wood of your desk in an unknown yet familiar rhythm, gazing down at you. “Why the sour face? You got a ninety-nine, your scores are higher than most in this class— ah!” He snapped his fingers like something suddenly clicked in his mind that he definitely hadn’t thought of before and that he definitely wasn’t using it to brag about it. “But I don’t think you’re the highest, though..”

Darn him for getting the highest. Darn him for getting a hundred.

You could just see him grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat even though your eyes are still glued on your scores.

Ninety-nine. And a little ‘good job’ note the science teacher wrote on the side, with a little smiley face next to it.

Now, why the hell did that smiley face seem like it's mocking you?

“Hey,” he crouched down, resting his forearms on the edge of your desk, and looked into your eyes, his smirk growing bigger. You looked back at him, and your eyes narrowed. “Thought you were crying for a sec.”

You felt offended and immediately went defensive. “I was not!” You exclaimed, accidentally slamming your arms on the desk louder than intended, resulting in dozens of heads turning, and a disapproving look of your teacher from the front of the class.

“Good. You were too quiet, made me uncomfortable.” 

You opened your mouth to continue the argument, but before you could say anything, the teacher spoke. “Seiu! Tsukishima!” You both turned towards the teacher, and she gauged her eyes at you both. You knew what she meant, and so you slumped back in your chair defeatedly, while the blonde returned to his seat— that was unfortunately next to you— triumphantly.

“Remember the deal.” He whispered from his seat, scoffing while he took out his notebook and pens. 

You sighed and clenched your jaw. “Fine. I’ll get you the darn strawberry shortcake after school.”

“I was afraid that you’d run off,” He was leaning against the wall, close to the gates of your school. “You can be a little cranky about saving a few pennies, don’t you?” He took off his headphones, letting out a small chuckle.

Yes, you can be cranky about money, but a promise is a promise.

There's this stupid bet, or dare I say a tradition where after every quiz, debate, and exam— the one who tops gets to ask the other to buy whatever they wish.

“The usual?” You asked, with the most deadpan expression you could’ve pulled. Tsukishima burst out laughing at that, pointing his finger at your face and mocking every little detail he could.

“It’s either you shut that darn mouth of yours or the strawberry shortcake—”

“Okay, okay! The— pfft— the strawberry shortcake, sure sure.” 

You dragged him out of the school gates by the end of his uniform, and he laughed again.

So annoying.

He sees that you are leading him (dragging him) around the familiar streets that lead to the café that you both always went to, ever since freshman year.

He sighed. “The usual it is.”

A few moments passed by, and you both fell into a comfortable silence, which was almost too good to be true. You often just stared at the long shadows on the ground, following you and Tsukishima’s every little movement. Once in a while, crows would caw as they fly high up in the sky, making you look up to the orange-purple skies, the orange rays illuminating your eyes.

At times you overlooked nature, and sometimes you just lost yourself in it.

And at times you overlooked the way your heart beats faster when he looked at you like this— under the sunset where no other soul was near.

“What?” You asked, looking at him in the corner of your eye. Your heart beat faster when you saw him literally glowing under the sun, looking at you with a smile that seemed a whole lot more genuine than you’d like it to be.

He scoffed, staring up at the sky, and then at you. You noticed the two tiny twinkles of light in his golden brown eyes— wait, since when was it there and why are you noticing it just now?

“Nothing, pipsqueak.” He says, staring up ahead with a cheeky grin.

The familiar ding of the bell echoed through the empty, dim-lighted bakery, the nostalgic aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee hits your nostrils, feeling at home.

A small smile curved on your lips, and a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. "Home sweet home." You said, eyes twinkling in fondness.

Making your way towards the counter, you paid for everything that you would be indulging, including his strawberry shortcake that looked ridiculously good. Sitting in the very corner of the small shop, you got yourself lost in the atmosphere as the rain fell outside. 

You rested your head atop the wooden table, eyes watching out the race of rain droplets to see which one won, just like when you were a kid— when life was nothing but sunshine and rainbows, unlike now, where everything felt so nonchalant to you, for some reason.

Shamelessly, you kept your mouth stuffed with the cream bread you'd always eat, ever since you discovered this precious of a place. Glancing at the male who's apparently just as caught up with the rain as you are, stuffing his mouth with some strawberry, you begin talking (with your mouth full, still.)

"Are you ever going to try something else?" Your eyes shot to the cake, then back to him. He scrunched up his nose, an expression of disgust as he saw your stuffed mouth. You rolled your eyes, not caring. "It's not like you ever tried anything else— and stop eating like that. It's not like the bread would run off—"

"It's not like the bread would run off." You mimicked him, and he gritted his teeth. "Annoying little shit." He whispered, sipping at the warm coffee to try to keep his cool.

"I didn't know you had a habit of talking to yourself." You smirked, glancing at the tall, clear jug filled with water right in between you both on the table, doing a splendid job at reflecting himself on it. His eyes shot open, glaring at you and the poor jug.

"You weren't this talkative earlier," he said, setting his coffee on the table. "Finally getting over your marks?" He asked, his smirk returning which made your eyes roll.

"Bastard."

“Oi, Seiu.” He almost grumbled out your name, your ears catching the sounds of flipping papers, even through the headphones sitting on your head.

“What?” You replied groggily, taking off your headphones. You’re just about to fall asleep but he ruined it!

You were slumped next to him on the train, temple resting against the cold, metal railing on your side. Maybe it’s because of the scorching weather this July that you felt so incredibly exhausted— all your willpower was drained out at school earlier, and coming to cram school to violate your energy and brain further certainly doesn’t help your current state in any way.

You feel as if your soul is going to be sucked out, yet he’s still reviewing the papers? Doesn’t he feel tired or something?

“English essay papers. The one the teacher graded earlier.” His palm was lazily exposed in front of you, expecting the marked sheets to arrive in it upon his demand. Tsukishima doesn’t know what ‘asking’ is.

“You can still study?” You mumbled, eyes narrowing as you rummaged through your bag. Wrinkles formed on your forehead when your eyes turned into thin slits trying to search for what you wanted, the blur decorating your eyes not subsiding as quickly as you wanted it to.

“You’re going to get old faster than anyone else with that frown of yours.” His voice was lower than usual, but the playful spark remained. His banter was replied to only by the click of your tongue. You’re too tired to joke around.

When you finally found it, you shoved the crumpled sheets into his hand and slumped your head back onto the railing. “Don’t you know what rest is?” You said, sighing as you got into a more comfortable position, forgetting about the device hanging on your neck.

“I need to work harder to beat you.” His eyes narrowed as he read the messy scribbling of your writing, but he can’t deny how he adored your talent to form a masterpiece with a foreign land’s words, every. single. time.

“You’ve already beaten me a lot of times, didn’t you?” At times like this when your consciousness stays for the sake of a conversation, you’re more truthful, or maybe even less hostile. You didn’t have the energy to have an ongoing banter with him no more.

Even though your vision was black, you could feel his eyes glued to you. You were expecting some witty comebacks to launch from his mouth, but he was silent, for a while. It’s deafening.

It almost makes you uneasy.

“I’m not as smart as you, Seiu.” He finally blurted out, but it was so quiet.

Your eyelids fluttered open just slightly as if you couldn’t believe your ears.

He beat you every single time, so what nonsense is spitting out from his mouth? Did the weather get to him too? Until he’s feeling ‘under the weather’? (With all puns intended.)

Ironically as that thought finished, the rain fell. Hard. 

You moved the back of your head towards the glass window instead, the coldness of the rain droplets spreading through the glass sent a wave of relief onto your body.

You eyed him from the corner of your eye. That bad posture, the metal frame that sits atop the bridge of his nose that looked like it was about to fall any second from now, the crumpled sheets that were lucky enough to feel the caress of his slender fingers—

You’re doing it again. You’re too observant at times like this, it’s more than necessary.

“You’re insane.” You snorted, closing your eyes again.

“You’re a fucking genius without trying, Seiu.” It’s his time to sigh, almost frustrated. “You don’t even try.”

It’s true. You’re lazy. You hardly even try and yet you score all of your exams.

“If ever someday you decided to pick up a book and scribble more notes..” He drifted off, and you’re kind of eager for him to continue.

“I’m done for.” He mumbled.

What a compliment, you thought. Maybe you would’ve grinned cheekily if you had the energy, but you don’t.

“Wow.” That’s all you could utter.

You could hear him huff as if he was regretting what he said.

“Just don’t get all romantic and don’t sleep on my shoulder.” He mumbled, the sound of turning pages starting again.

“I don’t want your cooties either.”

“Good night, Seiu.”

You both snorted out loud.

It was P.E., and another class had joined yours’ to play.

It was a warming-up session, and everyone needed to jog a few laps before playing.

You weren’t exactly the sporty type that had a lot of stamina, and you never liked running. The summer was taking a toll on you again, and you were slower than usual— than everyone. You were at the very back when the other girls were a few meters away. You’re not too slow, but not that fast enough.

Behind you were the boys, from your class and the other. You didn’t pay much to them and kept jogging.

You did notice a couple of times that Tsukishima was staring at you, and even when you caught his gaze, his eyes were still on you. It was nothing new, just that same old glare he always gives you.

You heard laughter erupting from behind, footsteps becoming louder as a group of guys caught up beside you. One of them pushed the other and he ended up bumping into you hard. You fell, scraping your knee and palms in the process.

All you heard next was laughter. Mocking ones, from both the guys and— whom you thought was— your friends.

It turns out the one who bumped into you was someone you had a few problems with in the past. He was your… not enough to be a former lover, far from a friend but yet, he’s no stranger. He held a grudge against you, it seems.

The guy laughed along, as well.

It was only for a few seconds the scene unfolded, but it felt like an eternity of humiliation.

Did Tsukishima join them?

You slowly got yourself up, the burn in your knee only increasing with each inch you elevated from the ground. 

Halfway through, someone grabbed your upper arm and shoulder tight, slowly helping you up. Those pale, slender arms..

Tsukishima.

Exaggerated gasps were heard, and whispers were accentuated. Honestly, you would’ve acted the same way, if you were them. 

Tsukishima… helped. He didn’t make fun of you.

You heard him click his tongue, and you raised your head just enough to see the scowl on his face, and the way he glared at the guys from earlier.

“Can’t you fucking see she was next to you?” He cursed, and everyone fell silent. Everyone was always a little wary of him, even scared. His height was intimidating, but seeing him in such a way was a lot scarier.

Even you haven’t seen him this angry.

The teacher jogged over, a tense expression on his face.

“Tsukishima-kun, enough. You can go on and I’ll put her aside—“

“Don’t bother, sensei.” He quickly cut the teacher off, eyes glued to the fuckers that were too irrelevant to be in the same place as he is.

“I don’t feel like playing football with people who are clearly blind.” He snickered, almost mocking them.

He brought you under a tree, and you freed your wrist from his grasp and slumped against the tree. Your head was down low as if the skin of your legs had some ancient scripture that you were so persistent on staring at. A large shadow emerged, and turns out it was him standing in front of you with his hands on his hips, eyes ahead staring at the other students.

Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.

“Don’t worry.” He tried to reassure, but he sounded a little too bitter— he’s not used to it. “I won’t let them see how ugly you are when you cry.”

You cried anyway.

“Know how to treat a wound?” He asked as if he wouldn’t already do it himself as he rummaged through the cabinets.

Your silence in speaking and a few sniffles are enough to tell.

He sighed, reaching for a box filled with stuff that’ll help heal your wound— only on the outside, though. It’ll only help what’s on the surface, only helping your scraped skin, but the humiliation inside? Who knows how long the tear of your heart will last? Who knows who is going to tape it up for you, saying everything will be okay?

A small part of your heart’s tear was stitched up already at the sight of him getting down on one knee in front of you, getting the band-aids, antiseptic, tweezers, and cotton wools out.

“What’s the point in hiring nurses if they’re just never going to show up to work?” He rambled on like an old grandma, complaining how he needed to do everything himself. 

But really, even if the nurses were here and you were being tended to, he’ll never really leave you. He’s treating you like you needed all the help in the world as if you were in a coma or something.

The rustling of the bed sheets when you squirmed, the annoyingly strong scent of the antiseptic throughout the whole room, and Tsukishima’s rambles as he treated your wound made you… strangely emotional.

Your shoulders shook rather violently, and your gaze blurred with the salty liquid once again.

His eyes widened upon taking in your appearance, drawing the cotton wool soaked with medicine away from your wound as quickly as time allowed it.

“Woah, woah, woah, hey! Does it hurt that bad?!” He almost yelled, and did he not panic like the world was going to end.

“Okay, look— okay I’ll stop! I told you to prepare yourself beforehand—”

“Arigato, Tsukishima-kun.”

You wailed like your life had crumbled— looking back, it was kind of funny with the snot and everything, he’ll definitely tease you for that later— and you sobbed your heart away. You didn’t even cry like this when a relative died but you cried when someone insisted on treating your wound? Wow.

And Tsukishima? His face could be taken as pure gold. He was dumbfounded, with wide eyes while staring at you crying like so. In literal words, it’s best to say he malfunctioned. You were crying way harder than before, you’re crying harder now than when you fell!

You keep sucking back in the snot that threatens to goo down their way, wiping your tears rather harshly, but it kept coming down anyway. It was embarrassing, but you couldn’t stop crying.

You heard him sigh. 

“You’re disgusting, Seiu.” He said, though not much disgust was evident in his voice. 

You felt a soft cloth arrive on your face, the fabric particularly covering your nose. You stopped your wail and looked at him, blinking rapidly as you were confused about what he was trying to do.

“Blow it out.” He said defeatedly, sighing as he looked away.

Sprettttt!

He crunched his nose upon hearing the noise, his glasses lifted slightly in the process before settling down to its original position.

“Again.”

Sprreettttttttt!

“I kind of feel bad for Seiu.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, and so did Tsukishima. 

It was that group of guys again, and the one who spoke was the one that, well… the one that bumped into you.

“You still like her?” One of his friends said, and the others fell silent.

You both were standing on the top of the stairs like a fool, like deers caught in the headlights. But the question is, why did Tsukishima stop too?!

“I don’t!” He quickly denied but the others burst out into laughter and a series of teasing ‘oooh's.

Your class was just right there. Why did they have to walk through the hallway where your class was located, when there were a dozen others? You don’t want to come across them! Your cheeks were puffy, your eyes were red. You didn’t want them to know you cried, especially not when they were the reason. (Well, partly of the reason).

“Seiu’s quite sensitive. What if she’s like.. I don’t know!” He grumbled.

“Aw, you worried that she cried? You still like her!” Another laughter erupted.

“That’s her class, isn’t it? Where is she?”

They were peeking through the windows, but of course, you’re not there, you’re hiding in the corner of the hallway like a fool.

“She’s not there.” One said, confused.

“Oi… Tsukishima’s not there either.” Some of them gasped, and some of them went silent.

“I think.. Seiu and Tsukishima—” 

Tsukishima grabbed your hand, his gaze hard. He wasn’t looking at you though, but just staring into the clear windows in front of you both, as if he was waiting to get caught or.. as if he was ready to do something.

“Don’t say things like that!” The guy defensively said, his voice raising an octave. He still has feelings for you, it seems.

“But don’t you think it makes sense? They’re always together,”

They’re getting closer. Their footsteps are getting louder, and your body just tensed. Tsukishima squeezed your hand harder, and you looked at him through your sore, reddish eyes. 

You wanted to get out of here, but you can’t just run to somewhere else in the building. You need to get into class, and it’s almost time. You’ll get a cleaning punishment if you’re late, and you don’t want to involve Tsukishima in any of it already. He’s done more than enough.

“—For the last time, they are not!” They were just around the corner, and their shoes came into your sight.

“I just.. I just want to apologize to Seiu and—”

Everything shut down.

Your ears were ringing, succumbing to a forced silence, your whole body refusing to react to anything else.

Your back against the wall.

His hand on your waist.

Your glasses clashing onto each other’s.

His lips on top of yours.

Tsukishima… was kissing you.

Shielding you, almost.

A loud, erratic pair of footsteps ran to the opposite side, kicking you both out to reality once again.

Then followed by a few others.

The ringing slowly subsided, and your irises moved.

Oh, they’re gone.

Your irises drifted to the ones in front of you, the pair being the most nastiest, gorgeous golden brown eyes you have ever seen.

His eyes have twinkles in them.

Don’t know if it has always been there or if you only noticed it now, but it’s pretty.

Ethereal.

The loud ring of the school bell rang, and you both flinched and covered your ears— you’re literally below one.

It snapped you back to the current situation. For real, this time.

Wide eyes, you looked at him, gasping.

A little too late to act shocked now, but oh well.

“Why did you do that?!” You yelled into his face, mouth agape. He seems just as shocked as you were, cheeks painted with crimson tints.

“Did you think I wanted to?!” He looked away, eyes frantic.

“Your germs…” He covered his lips with his hand, wiping it down gently with his palm. “Ew.” He stared at his palm blankly.

Is that a cover-up… or was he actually disgusted?

You bolted into class.

And so did he. (Well, after a few seconds of standing there like a pole).

You couldn't help but glance at him throughout the entire day, barely even focusing on what's been taught ahead of you. You kept fidgeting with whatever you could, with your fingers, sliding your feet from one place to the other and whatnot.

No matter how much you tried, your gaze would return to him.

You saw how he'd stare at you from the corners of his eyes, albeit you pretended not to notice. You noticed how he glided his fingertips over his lips, over and over. You noticed how he zoned out, just like you did.

He barely ever loses focus.

Was he thinking of the kiss, just like how you did?

You had hoped that was the case so you wouldn't be the only one who looked like a dumbstruck, confused fool. And you just prayed that he wouldn't pretend as if nothing had happened because it wasn't. It was one hell of a situation to just throw it over your heads as if it wasn't anything— you both seriously need to talk.

Without noticing, the vibrant azure skies turned orange, and the familiar tone of ringing echoed through the school's speakers, noting that it was time to return home.

You got up as slow as you could, eyeing Tsukishima who was frozen in his seat. You packed your things and shoved them into your bag, the chair screeching quietly across the floor as you stood up.

"Tsukki." Your voice knocked him back from his series of pondering, flinching upon hearing you speak. He looked at you, almost nervous.

"Yeah?"

"Time to go home." You mumbled, stating the obvious. Might as well mention that the grass is green.

He packed his bag in no rush. It was as if he was trying to slow down his moves, though his intentions remained unclear. He looked guilty almost, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"We need to talk about earlier." You blurted out, and he froze. His bent figure slowly straightened, and a long shadow of his figure emerged and decorated the walls— how did you even manage to catch that? Well, maybe because you were looking at everything but his eyes.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about it." He mumbled, finally facing you. He stared down at you before looking away, scratching at the back of his head.

You took a few steps backward, sitting against the still of an opened window. The wind gushes through your air, making you shiver slightly. The heat was no joke, and the intensity of the situation only escalated it.

"How could I not?" Your voice turned quiet as you stared at the ground. "I can't just go on and pretend nothing happened." You began fiddling with your fingers.

"Why did you do it?" You whispered almost shakily.

"I don't know." He whispered back.

"Do you... like me?" 

Not once did it ever cross your mind to have feelings for him, but now you knew. Now you know why at certain times you tend to be so observant of every little thing that he does. Like how beautiful his eyes look under the sunlight, how gently he turns the pages of your paper sheets as if he was afraid to leave a single crumple, how he manages to insult you every time but never goes too far to actually hurt your feelings—

Now you knew.

The pounding of your heart was because of him. The very presence of him around you calms you down like after a storm and yet manages to roar it wildly and harder than ever.

You, Seiu, have fallen for him. 

Your question was left hanging with no audible answer that left his mouth. Silence.

Something bottled up inside you and it was going to explode.

"I can't believe you." You snarled and gripped the metal still of the window. "Is kissing a random girl in the name of helping just so normal to you? Is that how you help? Without even considering how she feels— how I feel?"

"Seiu—"

"For you, it might not be anything important," You sniffled, tears rolling down. You lost count of how many times you cried. "But it is important, for me—"

Your breath hitched when his lips landed on yours again. 

Damn, at least let me finish. You thought.

His fingers crept onto your cheeks, cradling them ever so gently. His thumb wiped away the tears wetting your skin. He tilted his head to get a better angle and his kiss got softer by each second. 

"Can't you at least kiss me back?" He mumbled against your lips, eyes still closed as if he was afraid to see your reaction.

You finally closed your eyes, moving your lips again his own by following an unknown flow. The second he got a response from you, his other hand pulled you in closer by your waist, pressing your bodies together. The sudden touch combined with the wind that attacked your back made you shiver. His hand moved and pressed onto your back, rubbing up and down to soothe you.

You let out a shaky breath through your nose, and the wave of relief and pleasure spread throughout your body into every vein and muscle. Your hands found their way linked at the back of his head in which you daringly pulled him closer.

You couldn't get enough. Kiss after kiss, breath after breath, you caught his lips again once you both sucked in a breath to continue. His glasses kept clashing with yours with every movement, and he attempted to take it off.

"It's okay, leave them on." You mumbled and took his hand away. You love his square glasses. You'd never want him to take it off.

He only smirked against your lips, the adorable sharp fang of his showing. "You didn't even let me finish earlier, and now you just can't stop, can't you?" He sighed and pressed his lips to yours again.

"And yeah, I like you, Seiu."

© 2024 lunexrin, do not copy, translate or repost my works on any other website without proper credits.

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𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑲𝒀𝑼𝑼!!

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"𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑠."

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"𝐴𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒."

𝑨𝑶𝑻 / 𝑺𝑱𝑲

𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐼 𝐴𝐶𝐾𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐴𝑁—

𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝒉𝑜𝑙𝑦.

𝑱𝑼𝑱𝑼𝑻𝑺𝑼 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑵

𝐺𝑂𝐽𝑂 𝑆𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑈—

"𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢" -𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡.

(𝐹𝑡. 𝑁𝐴𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐼 𝐾𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑂)

𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹.

𝐷𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑂 𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐹𝑂𝑌—

𝑈𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠.

𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝑇𝑂𝑂𝑇𝐻.

𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐴𝐸𝐿 𝐾𝐴𝐼𝑆𝐸𝑅 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳.

[lunexrin]

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[lunexrin]

Sheets and Horror Movies.

Itoshi Rin. (Lovers AU, clingy Itoshi Rin.)

| psstt. part one over here. |

Things.. hadn't gone as planned.

Going from holding hands for the sake of the public's eye to make the relationship look more convincing, to him wrapping his legs around your waist while you were on top of him, with his hands holding you in place.

"You're not going to leave me. No." He mumbled and turned over to his side while you were still in his teddy bear grip. He pulled you even closer, forcing you to snuggle against his chest. You feel your cheeks squashed, and you look up to where there is light, almost begging for the oxygen to keep living. Is he trying to suffocate you or what?

And what the hell happened to one of his rules; 'no touching in private' shit?

"Chotto matte--" You gulped in a deep breath, before wiggling your body that was under his grip. You looked ridiculous, wiggling your body like a worm, but maybe some space and air could do you a lot of favor. "Rin let go-" You let out a grunt when he pulled you closer, hearing the rustling of the sheets as he moved your bodies.

"Shitakunai." He answers simply, leaving no room for further interrogation, not that it existed in the first place. You saw him looking at you with his half-lidded eyes, displaying emotions that you don't know, or at least pretending to not. He pressed your foreheads together, and you could've sworn that you felt his lips brush against yours as he spoke, that's how close he was to you.

"Can't you.. stay a little longer?"

The reality hit you like a truck. Things went the opposite way of what you had planned. It hit you how all this wasn't supposed to happen, and he wasn't supposed to act this way, holding you so close under the warm sheets of his mattress. And you were definitely not supposed to answer him the way you just did.

"Okay, okay. I won't go anywhere, so can you please not suffocate me to my death?" His grip loosens ever so slightly, and he even had a frown on his face, almost as if he didn't want to do so.

Both of your gazes eventually turned to the TV screen once more-- you even forgot that a horror movie was playing, even. Witnessing the dark atmosphere of the scenes and the eerie music made you squash him, pressing your cheek into his chest while barely taking a peek at the screen. You were the one complaining that you were suffocating to the death, yet here you are, squashing your figure further tighter in his grip. He didn't mind, yet he loved it. He knew just how much of a scaredy cat that you are, and he's using one of his favourite things; horror movies, as an advantage and an excuse to hold you in such ways.

The demon popped on the screen, displaying its sharp teeth that were covered in blood, followed by that annoying screech of it that somehow made you terrified, even after hearing it more than a thousand times. You let out a yelp and immediately closed your eyes and clung onto him for dear life.

That brought a small smile on his face, and you felt his chest move up and down as he chuckled at you. He stroked your hair and kissed the crown of your head, the soft smile never leaving his face.

" Adorable."

© 2023 lunexrin, do not copy, translate or repost on any other websites without proper credits.

[lunexrin]

"As our souls fade."

Dazai Osamu. (post-mafia.)

TW: mentions of suicide and self harm.

It started years ago; when you selflessly took care of him ever since he was in the mafia, making sure that no vein in him was injected by any weird chemicals, that his neck wasn't hung on some rope, that his heart was beating well, and that he wasn't chugging down bleach like it was water.

It can't be helped. He felt that it was wrong to leave his wrists untouched as the earth spins, as the sun disappears and the moon shows, and as the blue skies fade to the darkness of the night. He felt that it was wrong to stop looking up about chemicals that could potentially make his heartbeat stop.

Even so, he notices changes about himself. How he hesitated before pouring arsenic down his throat, how he thought it over and over before putting a brand new rope in his shopping cart, and how his fingers shake before drawing the metal of the razor closer to make contact with his scarred skin.

Torn between disappointing you and his willingness to end his life, he tried his best to stay further from the things you tried to keep him away. But the latter got to the best of him, and his habits continued.

And he would've never thought there'll be a day where he was happily skipping to the rooftop to indulge himself in the possibilities where he could finally die-- but he saw you.

You were standing horrifyingly still on the edge of the rooftop with one foot dangling in the air, and your body slowly limped forward..

No.

No no no no.

A familiar bandaged grip made its way to your wrist, pulling you back just in time. You fell back into his arms, and you both stumbled back onto the hard concrete of the rooftop floor.

He would never be angry at you. He couldn't. But now? He found himself bruising your wrist with his grip, yelling at you on the top of his lungs as the crystal liquid runs down his face.

It's hypocritical, he knows. But he couldn't give a damn about it. He doesn't care how barbaric he is being to himself-- to insult his pride in such a way. Scolding you for doing the same thing that he does daily? Yeah. That's what's happening.

That was when he realized how cruel he has been to you all these years; how he was oblivious to how you felt every time he had done an attempt. And that was when he realized that he didn't want you to be anywhere but his side, and how his heartbeat matters to you just how much yours matters to him.

Your poor souls just stayed there, bawling your eyes out in front of one another. The orange skies disappeared, replaced by a much darker tone.

That night was oddly peaceful, even after a storm rampaged in you. The moon glowed brighter than usual, and the stars shone such a hopeful glint from them.

"I'll be your lifeline," you spoke as you rest your head upon his beating heart. The long fingers that brought the feeling of home slid under your shirt, resting well on your ribcage.

"And i'll try to make us hold on as long as we can, darling." You felt the slight vibration going through his chest that was beneath your head as he spoke. His fingers moved freely under the layers of your garments, and you could've swear he's trying to cast a love spell on you with that.

"As long as that heart beats for me, and you." He shifted you so he could hold your gaze with his, your skin feeling the texture of the gauze that was wrapped around his hand as he caressed your face lovingly.

"As long as eternity exists," the softness of his sultry tone is making your heart flutter, its pace beating faster.

"And as our souls fade."

© 2023 lunexrin, do not copy, translate or repost on any other websites without proper credits.

[lunexrin]

— 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑯 ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

You weren't the type that pours sugar in your systems every hour, every minute of the day. Today though, is a different case. You are craving ice cream— so you turn to your boyfriend with pleading eyes, the gesture clearly intentional to get what you desire. "Can we stop by the store? I want to get ice cream." You saw your boyfriend's expression change, his eyes wide. "Love, don't you think you had enough? You had two canned drinks earlier, I don't want you ruining your health by getting diabetes, especially when you're this young." He says gently, trying to advise your sugar-taking habits. You know that he does this because he cares— and he simply states facts, but your needs for ice cream at the moment get you to turn your back on him, sulking. You'd hear him sigh, defeated. "Okay, but this is the last one for today, alright?" Then you both would arrive at the store, getting an ice cream. But then, you'd find your man at the counter holding a basket full of your favourite sweets— to eat on another day, of course. He'd end up swiping his card, and seeing that happy smile on your face while munching down the ice cream is worth more than every penny he spends on those sweet, sweet desserts.

—BACHIRA MEGURU, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, Nagi Seishiro, MIKAGE REO, Chigiri Hyoma, Isagi Yoichi, KUROO TETSUROO, Kozume Kenma, Dazai Osamu.

© 2023 lunexrin, do not copy, translate or repost on any other websites without proper credits.

[lunexrin]

Melancholy.

The days felt oddly cold, even if the star that soars up high shoots rays of heat like the ones in the midst of July— the melancholy that you felt clung onto your bubble like glue. You were desperate to feel the warmth that you once felt, but it never arrived.

You tilted your head to the side, your sight was filled with the view in front of you. Your eyes melt, and the torturous pang was met in your chest.

He dozes off these days, head hung low staring at the earth beneath him— or to stare at nothing. The achromatic irises displayed constant melancholy, the glint that once enhanced its beauty no longer existing. You both were more quiet— the constant bickering and sly smirks faded into the dark, never to be seen again.

"Levi," you called. Your tone was no louder than a whisper, he almost missed it from the quietness.

He shifts his gaze from the moon outside the glass window, and meets yours. Your heart sank, the pain became more torturous every single time the situation unfolds and repeats.

He's crying, again.

You saw the salty pearls gushing out of his eyes, and you pulled him closer. You bring him to your chest, like how you always would. His lips trembled, his breath shaky, hands quiver like crazy. He held onto you for dear life, sobbing his numb sorrows away in the crook of your neck.

"They— t-they—"

"I know." That was enough to make him understand that you understand.

Being humanity's strongest felt like the biggest 'fuck you' fate could've ever given him. His comrades hearts that were snatched out from beating were too much. He knew it was going to happen. He knew he had to move on.

But he can't.

The melancholy in the absence of their unnecessary presence, the melancholy he felt when he no longer sees their annoying smiles— it shattered him almost completely.

If you were gone, snatched away from him too, he'll break. Completely.

"Don't die on me." He choked out, his head rising from the skin of your neck as he looked at you with those sorrowful eyes.

"Please." He begged further, his bandaged, crippled fingers cupped your cheeks, seconds away from losing his mentality if you wouldn't bound yourself to the oath.

"I won't," you whispered. His eyelashes fluttered when his lids closed in relief, several droplets of salty liquid fell from the action. "I won't." You repeated, letting his quivering lips touch yours.

Even if the melancholy won't ever subside, at the very least, he was able to shoulder the burden of it with his lifeline— you.

© 2023 lunexrin, do not copy, translate or repost on any other websites without proper credits.

[lunexrin]

Under The Stars.

Draco Malfoy.

Two cold and lost souls merged, somehow creating the warmth that they never thought they could've felt.

He found himself clinging desperately to that warmth, and vowed to never let it go.

The grey eyes that belonged to a lost soul never seem to want to take its gaze off of you. Well, how could he miss the chance to witness a living art, one that he was even blessed to be around its very own presence?

The Great Hall.

The place where your existence was acknowledged into his mind.

Potions.

The class where you both traded glances that speaks more than a thousand love letters.

The Great Lake.

Where he first spoke to you. It was under the stars where he thought a simple; "what are you doing here?" would turn into a series of events that would make his heart flutter, jump, and crumble into ashes.

After a graceful twirl, you went into his arms once again, burying yourself into the warmth that radiates from him once more. Moving according to the unknown melody that plays in your minds, you both waltz the night away barefoot on the grass, in front of the lake waters with the moonlight as the show's grand light.

The wind whispered, leaving you both seeking the warmth of each other's embrace even more to shake off the breeze that the night gave. A hand that you are too familiar with snaked its way to your waist, pulling you even closer, eliminating any unnecessary space between your perfect figures.

The face that you could never get sick of seeing pressed itself against the crook of your neck, his breath hitting your own skin, warming you even more.

"Let's meet again. Under the stars."

© 2023 lunexrin, do not copy, translate or repost on any other websites without proper credits.

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Strings and Soccer.

Michael Kaiser (Thread of Fate AU.)

| I just wanted to quickly throw this in here that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing and this is just a piece of my mind as the clock almost strikes 1 in the morning. This has little to no proof-read at all, and this is my first time writing on here so I do apologize for the mistakes I made below. Thank you and enjoy. |

It's a terrifying sight to say the least; the look of determination this man has in his eyes. You knew he was always serious in what he does, and his obsession with soccer was something that you always admired. That crazed look in his eyes whenever he kicks the ball ever so freely to reach the opponent's goal, the determined look in his eyes-- that is how he looked before you now, but it seems even stronger.

He wasn't about to take no for an answer, and you knew that more than anyone. Michael Kaiser simply does not beg, it doesn't exist in his 101 egoistical guide that he lives his life according to-- but for you? He will. He will 'beg' for you to stay, in his own way of course.

The deadly grip that he has around your wrist, his touch almost burns, and it pains you, but it was undeniably soft for the Michael Kaiser. That's how he always was to you; soft. Well the more accurate way to say it is; merciful. He pulled you closer by your wrist, making you stumble forward, your chests almost making contact before you stumbled back.

"Stay."

The audacity. Wasn't he the one who had cut you off like you meant nothing to him? Wasn't he the one who rejected your calls, blocked you everywhere, because you were a 'distraction' ? Not to mention the nerve that he had to say such a thing in the most pitiful voice he would ever use while he lived on this earth, but it was only for you, that is.

And how dare the string show itself again-- you thought he had already cut it, but the string is so darn stubborn.

.

.

.

[12 years ago.]

You and Michael were considered lucky to be tied by the sacred string, on one lonely day at the children's playground, many, many years ago. You had always struggled to make friends, while he-- well, he didn't need any. He thinks these other gremlins were just too much of a hassle and a waste of space.

You watched the other kids play, some sort of longing bloomed in your pure soul as you watched the other kids your age play tags with their other friends. It has always been this way. You were just too shy, and no one really wanted to approach you. But it doesn't necessarily upset you; you don't mind being the only company for yourself. After all, you'll end up alone after your lifespan ends, won't you? You had quite an interesting mind, for a child.

The rain suddenly fell, and you looked up to the grey skies and watched as the faint light of the rumbling thunder peeked through the ethereal clouds. You let the rain fall onto you for a little, before making your way under the metal fort of the playground, almost as if you didn't want to. You wanted to play under the rain, but you knew better than to get yourself soaked while waiting for your parents to pick you up just to get scolded afterwards.

You brought your knees to your chest and started drawing patterns on the wet sand of the ground. You could hear the annoying sneezes of the other kids already, but you paid no mind. Loud splashes coming from the footsteps of a boy with a ball in front of his moving legs in the distance went unnoticed by you at first, before at the corner of your eye, you saw a ball stopping right beside your feet, dirty and stained with mud. But that wasn't the only thing that caught your eye.

You saw the sacred crimson string glowing before your own eyes. Who does it belong to? You were so oblivious to it, and it took you a solid 10 seconds to figure out that your small pinky was tied to it. You couldn't believe it. The other end of that thin string was your.. soulmate?

You saw a pair of dirty sneakers stop right beside the ball, and you could see the figure just enough-- the fair soft skin that was soaked by the rain water, and the small fingers that somehow looked so delicate to you, and a pinky tied to the same, glowing thread of fate that lies on the ground.

The figure slowly bent down, revealing a boy maybe about your age, witnessing the most infuriatingly captivating blue eyes that have ever bore into your own gaze. His head ever so slightly tilted to the side, his gorgeous blonde hair with blue streaks were drenched by the rain, looking so majestic even under the pouring rain.

"Found you."

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