#Camp Day Bento

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All New Day Camp Bento Lunches

[yuwuta]

childhood friends to lovers with yuuji is like he’s five and he catches frogs in the lake near his house on weekends fishing w his grandpa and brings them to you like a courting gift (and gets sad when his grandpa tells him he’s got to let them go again, but yuuji promises to catch even more for you next weekend). he’s six and learns he likes to cook and starts making snacks for you and always sits next to you at lunch to give them to you. he’s seven and very definitive that you’re his best friend in the whole world and he doesn’t leave your side during class or lunch or recess or ever. he’s eight and you’re much better at reading than him, but he’s not jealous or upset because that means sometimes you read the harder books to/with him and he learns he loves hearing your voice when you read out loud. he’s nine when he learns he’s got an older brother and even tho he takes to choso quickly, he doesn’t really trust him until you meet choso and declare that you think he’s cool. he’s ten and that summer you go away to sleep away camp for the first time and yuuji cries the first night you’re gone, but choso helps him write and mail letters to you while you’re away, and every weekend yuuji is up 8am to greet the mailman and receive his letter back from you.

he’s eleven when you both start middle school and it’s the first time you both aren’t in the same homeroom, but that doesn’t stop yuuji—he’s sitting by your desk before you even get to school, he’s outside of your classroom before lunch, walks to your classroom after lunch, the first face you see. he’s twelve the first time he realizes that you’re pretty—you’ve always been pretty, but this is different; you’re pretty like sunlight, pretty like his favorite meal, pretty like feeling of coming home. you’re thirteen the first time you get a love letter on valentine’s day, but it’s not from yuuji—it’s another boy in your homeroom that yuuji doesn’t like very much and he never knew why until that day.

once he learns he likes to cook, he starts making snacks for you and gives them to you at lunch and it escalates into packing you bentos almost every day when you two start high school. he’s sixteen when prom rolls around and he’s rocking on his heels asking you to go with him—“as friends, you know haha. if you want, since you’re not going with anybody else and—well megumi and nobara are doing the same thing so i thought? maybe it would work for us, too?”—and when you say yes he tries to play it cool but he jumps and clicks his heels on his way to run and tell megumi about it (and then choso takes approximately 400 pictures of you and yuuji before you two head off to the dance).

it’s not until he’s twenty and a junior in college, and you’ve caught your first sort of serious boyfriend cheating that yuuji finally says something. he always says he wishes it was more romantic, but even now at twenty-six as you watch yuuji laugh with everyone at your rehearsal dinner, and look the collage of pictures choso has proudly displayed, you can’t help but think that it was the perfect confession—that everything about yuuji has always been perfect and that you’re beyond lucky to have him. and when yuuji catches your eye across the table, he smiles all dopey again like he’s five and just caught that frog for you for the first time and you’ve become the center of his world all over again.

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𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕂𝕖𝕚 𝕩 ℕ𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕒!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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Reader is Nishinoya Yuu’s sister who looks different enough from him that no one would guess they were siblings. Tsukishima has been pining for Y/n for months now, not ever knowing she was Noya’s sister. When she shows up to the gym one day wearing Noya’s sweater and calling him Yuu, people think that they’re together.

Misunderstandings and jealousy ensue.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Haikyuu or it’s characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Use of Y/n, Jealous Tsukki, Misunderstanding, One(1) Mention of Reader being taller than Noya, Slight mention of Injury and Blood(not much!), Slightly Awkward Tsukki and Reader, I think that’s it???

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Tsukishima successfully blocked Hinata’s practice spike and smirked at the upset carrot top. When the boy kept glaring, the taller got tired of the look and walked away.

“Hey! Stingyshima! Where are you going?!” The cry fell on deaf ears as Tsukishima just didn’t care, heading to the sidelines to grab his water bottle. Just as he began drinking the doors to the gym slid open. All heads turned at the sound and Tsukishima’s surprise at the visitor made him squeeze his hand, water spraying over his face.

The girl who’d caught his eye months prior stood in the doorway, smiling lightly at the sight of the team. She wore a uniform skirt with thigh-high socks under her flats, though what everyone seemed to notice was the jacket she was wearing. It was one of theirs, their volleyball jacket. More specifically it was Nishinoya’s jacket she had around her, the fabric slightly loose on her form.

“Yuu!” Her angelic voice rang through the gym, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. She ran over to the boy and threw her arms around him. Tsukki’s heart panged and hurt at the motion, the girl who’d caught his fancy already had someone.. and it was his tiny senpai.

“Y/n?! What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t gonna come until after school practice!” Noya cried though anyone could see he was happy to see her. That fact alone made Tsukki want to both wretch and punch Nishinoya in that moment.

“Well, I thought I’d surprise you! I also made you a bento since you forgot to make one for yourself!” She lightly smirked and playfully flicked his forehead.

“Uhm.. Hi, I don’t mean to intrude on you two, but we’ve gotta get back to practice.” Daichi brought their attention back to the rest of the world.

“Ah! Sorry about that! You’re.. Daichi, right? Yuu has told me a lot about you! All of you in fact!” Y/n grinned at the team, the beaming smile only making Tsukki fall deeper, as much as that hurt now. “I’ll let you all get back to practice! See you later, Yuu! Oh! Hi, Ryuu!” She noticed the short boy’s best friend who eagerly waved back at her. The moment the doors slid shut all hell broke loose.

“Noya!! Who was that?!”

“She’s so gorgeous!!”

“Where have you been hiding that Goddess?!”

“Since when do you even know such a pretty girl?!”

“Since when do you have a girlfriend?!”

Unfortunately, the last demand got lost amongst all the others and never got answered.

“Her name is Y/n! She’s my-“ Noya got cut off by Ukai yelling from across the gym to get their asses back to practice.

That was the first time the team met her, it certainly wasn’t the last, though.

Y/n never interrupted practice again after that. She did make sure to show up to every game though, even practice games. She was occasionally allowed to come along during training camps as well because she’d subbed in for Kiyoko and Yachi a good few times or assisted Yachi when Kiyoko had to focus more on her duties as a Third Year. Outside of Volleyball business, however, she would still come around when she knew she wasn’t intruding on anything and if she did show up during practice, she ended up helping Kiyoko or Yachi, sometimes even helping the boys by refilling their water bottles and getting their towels.

Every single time, though, she would be clinging to Nishinoya like he was her lifeline. If he wasn’t immediately available, she’d cling to Tanaka’s side. The fact that Tanaka also got her attention only aided in annoying Tsukki more.

She’d often show up to the group wearing something of Noya’s(as they could tell by his surname written on it somewhere) or show up arm in arm with the guy himself, laughing like anything.

Finally, one day, he couldn’t stand it as she kissed his senpai’s cheek and ruffled his hair before she left, calling a sweet farewell to the rest of the team as well. She gave a particular, lingering smile at a certain tall blonde before her especially fond parting with the shortest boy. He was unfortunately too deep in his jealousy to notice, however.

Kei stood abruptly and walked away from the group, not saying a single word to anyone, the sour look on his face telling nearly all, though. He walked in the direction of the vending machines for cover as an escape so no one would bother him, particularly a certain human tangerine. Luckily, though they all wanted to mercilessly tease the blonde, they left him be, knowing that his mood would only deteriorate more if they didn’t which wouldn’t be very pleasant for anyone. (They did have to stop Hinata, the innocent, naïve bean, though)

A painful ‘thud’ sounded from the machine’s glass, Kei’s fist having collided with it in his rage. He wouldn’t admit it to another living soul, not even Tadashi, but he let a few tears slip out of his eyes, most of them landing on his glasses, his head aimed directly at the ground. He couldn’t stand the fact that such a loud and obnoxious shrimp could get the attention of the girl who had truly captured his heart and they just had to flaunt it all the time right in front of him, even if they didn’t know it.

Suddenly, he heard voices nearby and he quickly straightened himself out before hiding his, now bleeding, hand in his pocket. He settled his face into his usual smug-indifferent expression and coolly sauntered off to wander back towards the group. If he should happen to take a more scenic route and just happen to take a little longer getting back, well then that was up to the fates.

As he wandered back, he found the source of the voices and heard their conversation more clearly.

“-Yuu, I swear to god! Give me my phone back!” Y/n’s voice rang as she shouted at Noya.

“And what if I don’t? What’ll you do then, shorty?”

“Yuu… I-.. I’m literally taller than you.” She deadpanned, looking at him like an idiot. Kei snickered at that, almost ashamed to admit he was even the least bit pleased that there seemed to be Trouble in Paradise. Almost.

“Well- I mean- I guess, yea, but still, compared to.. y’know.. other people! You’re short!” He declared like he had already won the argument.

“Well, you’re not ‘Other People’ so you don’t get to call me short, Shrimpy.” She smirked and that paired with that retort only served to ensnare Kei even more, as much as he knew he would regret it.

“Now. Give me. Back. My phone. And before you ask what I’m gonna do about it, I’ll tell Mom and you and I both know neither of us wants that. So either you give me my damn phone now or you can suffer the wrath of Nishinoya Asuka. So, which is it?” She challenged, holding out her hand, palm up and waiting for her phone to be placed in it.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Noya narrowed his eyes at her, still clutching her soft golden-coloured phone more towards his back, “I know for a fact you haven’t told her about what exactly you spent all your allowance on and I’m sure mom would love to hear about that four-foot dino-” Noya was cut off before he could finish when Y/n faked charging him from the right and then swooping in on his left and grabbing her phone from his hand with a ‘Yoink!’

“You tell anyone about that, and you’re a deadman, you hear me? I don’t care that you’re my brother. You spill to anyone and I’ll be wanted for fratricide.” She threatened, narrowing her eyes at him with a steeled glare and pointing at him in a warning stance.

Hearing the whole conversation left Kei in a state of shock. She’s not dating him. He’s not dating her. They’re siblings. Most of the time when she showed up, supposedly wearing something of his, it was probably hers since that’s her name written on the clothes he and some of the others teased him about for being so girly. She always stuck by him because he’s her brother. No wonder she’d feel so comfortable around him. And Tanaka since he might as well be Noya’s very own brother. Of course, she’d call him his first name if they’re siblings, not many things are closer than that.

They’re siblings. They’re brother and sister. Not dating. That kiss on the cheek and ruffle of his hair was familial affection.

And what was that about a four-foot Dino?

When he saw the two part and Y/n start to head towards the direction he was in, he quickly backtracked enough that it would seem casual for him to walk by and seem like he couldn’t have overheard their conversation.

“O-oh! Tsukki- uh- Tsukishima! Fancy running into you here!” Y/n stumbled a bit on her words and a bit of a reddish tint appeared on her cheeks as she looked up at him.

“Ah, yea. I thought I heard a little bit of yelling earlier, are you okay?” He asked, wanting confirmation from her that everything was alright.

“Ah- uh, yea! Don’t worry! Just a little tiff between me and Yuu! I think I heard somewhere that you have an older brother, do you ever get into petty squabbles with him, too?” Y/n chuckled nervously. It seemed like she was so casual about the information that she and Noya were siblings that they were clearly not hiding it. It seems like they assumed everyone already knew.

To be fair, a couple of them share at least a class with her so you’d think they’d know her surname. Although to be fair, each of those classes she shared with the idiot duo so it makes sense it would go over their heads.

“Oh, uh, yea. A few too many, if you were to ask my mom.” He said lightly, a small breathy chuckle at the end. Man, why did he have to be so awkward around her? His train of thought was quickly cut off, though, when she giggled. Her eyes closed and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth with a loose fist but he could still see her smile and it was, still, the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Hinata’s name might mean sun but the girl right in front of him was brighter than any sun. The sight of her giggling at something he had said made him smile, one he didn’t even try to stop or hide. He would definitely try and deny the blush, though.

“I understand that,” she tried to say through her giggles as they tapered off, “Ryuu and Saeko-nee are always fighting. Honestly, it’s kinda rare to not see them squabbling.”

“Saeko-nee?” Kei noticed she was the only one she used an honorific for. For an older sister, no less.

“Oh! She insisted that I call her Nee-san and said that she’d adopt me as her new sibling in exchange for Ryuu.” She laughed, clearly very amused by the situation, and given her compliance, completely accepted it as well. He gave a sound of understanding and the air between the two fell into a comfortable silence, just looking at each other for a moment.

The only thing that permeated the silence was the sound of a tiny little wet ‘plap’. They both looked down toward the sound and there they saw a single droplet of blood on the ground. Soon enough though, it was joined by another.

Y/n’s eyes widened and she surged forward. Quickly, she scooped his hand in between her own to inspect the cuts that he had, quite honestly, forgotten about.

“Tsukki! Oh my Kami! Are you okay?! What happened?!” She cried, too caught up in the moment and her worry to correct herself or even realize when she called him ‘Tsukki’ rather than Tsukishima.

“Uh, I-..” He stuttered, flustered by how close she was and how tenderly she was holding his hand.

She didn’t waste any more time and immediately reached into her bag and pulled out a travel First Aid Kit. She set to work on disinfecting and bandaging his hand, halting for a moment and gently stroking her thumb over the back of his hand when he would hiss at the sting. Once she was finished, it seemed to be a force of habit when she placed a gentle kiss over the bandaged cuts.

“There.” She stated, then looked up and saw Kei looking at her, wide-eyed and blushing and she realized what she had done. “I-! I am so sorry!” She called and jumped away from him, her face about as red as that Guess Guy from Shiratorizawa, “I-it was a force of habit!”

Her flustered state was probably one of the cutest things Kei had ever seen and he couldn’t help the small, soft smile that appeared on his lips.

“Cute…” He muttered though it was far louder than intended. Loud enough, to be specific, for her to hear him between her rambling apologies.

“I-… huh?” She froze, eyes wide again, and stared at him.

“Uh-! I- uhm-“ It was his turn to get flustered as he tried to find any excuse to cover up what he said.

“Tsukki…” She started, cutting off his own ramblings. She moved forward again, this time more slowly and cautiously, until she stood in front of him, still a reasonable distance away before she spoke again, “I…” Her hands slowly moved in front of her and clasped together in front of her skirt before she leaned into a bow, “I like you.” She tilted her head up to glance at him, “Please.. Will you go out with me?” Her voice was surprisingly steady given how red her face was and how obviously her hands fidgeted and trembled.

Kei froze. He just got a confession. A girl… just confessed to him. No, not just a girl. The girl he’s completely, hopelessly, head over heels in love with. Just confessed to him and asked him out. System Shutdown. Tsukishima Kei.exe has stopped working. How speak? How say yes? How confess back? How nod?

“I-I.. Y-yes… I will.. I will return your feelings…” He somehow managed to speak enough to make sense. To say ‘Yes’.

[drewtober]

Hey! Sorry this has taken so long--had a lot of family things come up one after another after another, and lots of work on top of all of it. Been kinda one thing after another these past few months. 🤣

TAGGING AND SUBMISSIONS

I'll open up submissions on October 1st for any pieces if anyone wishes to submit, and I'll check the tags once a day for reblogging. The tag is #Drewtober2024.

LOCATIONS

This list is mainly for quick reference or to spark an idea, but if I’ve forgotten a location in a game that you wanna illustrate go for it! I’m doing this from memory.

SCK - Paso Del Mar High School, Maxine’s Diner, Aunt’s Eloise’s house

STFD - The studio, Dwayne’s apartment, Aunt Eloise’s apartment (this is the only game I've not played, so I'm unfamiliar with all the locations).

MHM - Nancy’s room, the basement, Abby’s room, the library, the parlor, the foyer

TRT - Nancy’s room, the foyer, the library, the locker room, Marie's tower

FIN - The Royal Paladium

SSH - The exhibits, the Henrik’s lab, Nancy’s hotel room, Henrik’s hospital room, Joanna’s office, Alejandro’s office, Taylor’s office

DOG - Sally's cabin, Mickie's speakeasy, the ranger station, the woods, Em’s Emporium

CAR - Nancy’s hotel room, Joy’s office, the security office, Ingrid’s workshop, the various rides in the amusement park, Rolfe Kessler’s workshop

DDI - Katie’s boat, Jenna’s cafe, Whale World, the lighthouse, the beach, the sea caves, the smuggling tunnels

SHA - The ranch house, the stable, the farm yard, Mary’s gift shop, Dry Creek, the cliff dwellings

CUR - Nancy’s room, Linda's room, Jane’s room, the conservatory, the library, the foyer, the alchemy lab

CLK - The Lilac Inn, the tunnels, Josiah's house and barn, the mini golf course, Jim's office, Bogart's pond

TRN - The dining car, the sleeping car, Camile’s car, Jake’s car, the map room car, the dancing studio car, Fatima’s shop, the crypts

DAN - Minette’s workshop, the reception office, Dieter’s studio, the park, the sewers, Cafe Kiki, Jay Jay’s house, Noisette's stained glass safe

CRE - Big Island Mike’s property, the beach, the Hilihili labs, the volcano, Three Finger Rock jungle, Dr. Kim’s base camp

ICE - Nancy’s room + all guest rooms, the fishing shack, the Trapper Dan's Needle, Julius's cabin, the basement

CRY - Renee’s room, Bruno’s room, the library, the miniature’s room, the foyer, the garden, the cemetery, Bernie’s log and swamp, Zeke’s

VEN- Nancy and Helena's room, the ca, the flower stand, the various plazas, Antonio's office, Casa dei Giochi

HAU - The foyer/downstairs, Brendan and Caitlyn’s room/tower, Fiona’s room, the library, the castle grounds, Fiona’s bog hut, The Screaming Banshee Inn, the laboratory

WAC - Nancy and Corine’s room, Mel’s room, Izzy and Leela's room, the basement, the library, the common area, the courtyard

TOT - The basement, the farm house, the barn, the wind mills, Pa’s shop, Pa's museum

SAW - Nancy’s room, the baths, the hidden bath’s, Yumi’s apartment, the gardens, the bento stand, the pachinko parlor, the ryokan foyer, Rentaro's workshop, Takae's classroom

CAP - Nancy’s room, Karl’s office, the gift shop, the security booth, the monster’s camp, the dungeons, the glass blowing studio, the dining hall, the courtyard

ASH - River Heights police department, Toni's ice cream shop, Alexei's antique shop, Brenda's van, Nancy's house, original town hall

TMB - The camp tent, the tomb

DED - Ryan's workshop, Mason and Ellie's offices, the break room, Gray's security room, Niko's office and secret lab, the main lab

GTH - The cemetery, the crypt, the dilapidated house, the mansion parlor, the kitchen, the basement, Charlotte’s room

SPY - Nancy’s hotel room, Bridget's hotel room, Cathedral HQ and server room, Moira’s house, the training grounds, the cookie stand, the train station

MED - Pacific Run camp, the puzzle palace, the Annunaki star cave

LIE - The museum, Melina's office, the stage, the sets, the Niobe's pottery workshop

SEA - The Missti Skip, the Heerlijkheid, Magnus's cabin, the caves, the gift shop

BONUS DAYS/ALTERNATIVE DAYS

MID - Mei and Jason's hideout, the Parry house, Lauren's shop, Olivia's shop, the museum, the courthouse, the Hathorne estate and grounds, the cemetery, the tunnels,

KEY - Hungerkünstler Cafe, Oskar's exhibit, Zlaty Custom Jewelry, Aparát, Radek's marionette theater, Prague castle courtyard, St. Vitus cathedral, the alchemy lab, the astronomical clock

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ~ [+18] 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚠 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @jadedrrose asked: Congrats on 5.5k Sashi!! Can I request “Shivers through my spine when you whisper into my ear” with Law x fem reader? Thank you!! <3 ➜ thank you love!! hope you like what I wrote for you 💖 ✦ tw: NSFT. mdni. sex in a tent. thigh fucking. fingering. romantic. sexy ass Law whispering you as he fucks you. ✦ wc: 1k ✦ masterlist

I have you, and you and only you. Into my arms, I have you trapped. Whispering I speak of lust, while I make you mine. oh, so mine.

Hiking has left you exhausted, but to see the sunset at the top of the world next to him was worth it. Law, who you didn’t thought could have been such an expert in camping showed you otherwise, and in just a moment he put up a big fire.

The sky tints in as many orange and lilac shades existing. Your skins bathed by the golden hour and his arms surrounds your back in loving and protecting embrace.

“It was an amazing idea, Law” you murmur, mesmerized by the beauty of the cosmic dance that precedes the night.

Law sighs in peace; after all he is now calm; “We needed some time for us, (Name)-ya”

As the sun goes finally down, hiding on its deathbed, the sound of his breathing mixes with the crackling noises of the bonfire that promises to keep you warm all night. It is, certainly, beautiful, and simple; enjoying nature and his hug can’t compare to anything else in this life.

Kisses and strong hugs come before dinner. Dinner, that you prepared with so much love in little, tiny polar bear, bento boxes.

“Onigiri, without umeboshi for my sweet love” you chime, passing the box to him.

Law smiles with his eyes, though his lips are always pressed into a fine line. Is not that he is not happy; it is just how he is.

“Thanks~” he grabs it with inked fingers that you love.

And both chat about stuff you can’t even remember; the flames that reflect on his golden eyes are enough beauty for you to be absolutely distracted. And, don’t get him wrong, it is for Law the same way.

A yawn or two coming from you alert the surgeon. “Are you tired? Let’s go to sleep” he proposes standing up and lending you his hand.

You smile. You are tired, but you don’t want this day to be over. Not yet… just, not yet.

Law helps you stand up and both get into the tent. Is not super spacious, but it is big enough to fit both of you comfortably. The many comforters make the hard floor underneath to feel like a cloud. It is perfect for sleeping… but maybe for so much more.

You take the first layer of clothing. Since spring is here, the weather isn’t as cold as before. Wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, you snuggle into your side of the “bed”.

The doctor, however, takes his time to be as unconsciously sexy as possible. He unzips his blue windbreakers and takes it out, perfectly folding it and leaving it to the side. You, giggle, since your clothes are now laying on who knows where inside that tent crunched into a ball.

Law’s arms, exposed since he is wearing a white tank top, show the hearts tattooed near his shoulders. Slightly muscular, the caramel skin makes you smirk. How hot he is, and how unbothered he seems…

Then, his spotted jeans. You act all sleepy, but with just one eye open you take a sweet look at your lover’s body dressed in just white shirt and heart pattern boxers.

You scoff, trying to keep it silent. It’s too cute to see a man covered in tattoos and piercings wearing such cute boxers.

“What?” he asks, getting into “bed” next to you. “Nothing, nothing. Cute ~” you giggle, turning around. Now your back faces him as you get ready to sleep.

Law, with blushed cheeks, stays for a few seconds staring at your nape in silence. And then passes one of his arms over your waist to hug you in a big spoon way.

You smile, his warmth is always so welcomed. Your skin is always so needy for his, and this alone can be considered heaven.

“What’s so funny, hm?” he asks, whispering right into your ear as he nuzzles into your hair.

“N- nothing… your- your boxers” you joke, enjoying his presence behind you. Feeling how he comes so close to you, pressing his own body against yours.

“Do you think they are funny, (Name)-ya? Hm? Should I take them off so that you stop laughing? Or should I make you stop laughing in any other way?” Law questions, passing his palm through your belly, down towards your core.

The way his soft, low voice sounds right in your ear, so whispery… it makes you tremble, it makes shivers run through your spine.

You take a side look at his lips from the side. So tasty they look, you want to bite them.

The tip of your tongue peaks shily through your lips, expecting your lover to trap it. But Law wants to go painfully slow tonight, to torture in the best way he knows how to… step by step, to make you beg, to make you plead for his body.

Just the tip of his tongue reaches yours, so delicately pulling backwards almost immediately. It forms a little string of saliva in between you two, and the warmth of his and yours breaths caresses your neck and shoulder.

His inked fingers search for your heat, scrutinizing the soft and hot skin as they go down. When they found your labia, they simply stay there, simply tapping over them so slowly.

You moan and arch your back a little bit. Your body, unconsciously, searches for more. And it makes Law laugh so sexily.

“Hhm… what is it? You like this, (Name)-ya? You want more?” he whispers, making you nod in response.

You move your ass side to side, grazing his growing hardness that feels so big and yet doesn’t seem to get desperate until you have summit yourself into it first.

“Oh my, so desperate… and you were laughing a second ago… you want this?” he asks, finally dipping his fingertips into your pooling wetness. He plays with your arousal, knowing exactly where your clit is, and still acting as if you didn’t deserve it to be touched.

Your pelvis moves so that his fingers can finally touch your special spot, while your hand traps his, so it doesn’t move an inch from your sex. “Touch me, don’t make me wait no more…”

You rip yet another laughter from him. And it’s rare, but it’s always during these situations where he does it the most. And Lord, nothing sounds better than his whispery giggles.

“Desperate, (Name)-ya. You are desperate. You are such a sweet slut for me ~” he purrs, biting your shoulder while finally penetrating you with one and then two fingers.

Beckoning motions have you mercilessly falling into his hands, turning you into a total slave of his desires. Your moans are louder, and they mix with the sounds of the mountain outside. Where you can only hear crickets, frogs, and wind now the melody is complete with the symphony of your whines.

Law’s free hand reaches for your breast, squeezing and pumping. It accompanies the way his fingers do magic with your sex. His lips that barely graze your skin open, as he himself gropes against your ass in search for some relief.

“I want your cock in between my thighs…” you barely manage to ask. “Ugh- yes” he finally says, giving up control to let the warmth inside of your legs to receive his sex.

You trap his shaft so close to your sex with your legs, allowing enough space for him to move back and forth. It sprouts transparent arousal that wets your skin and mix with your already dripping ones. And it’s such a mess, and his whispery moans sound so good.  

“Fuck me…” “Lift your leg, let me fuck you...”

[daisynik7]

The Takada-Chan Handshake Event

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~3.5k

cw: explicit language, suggestive dialogue, switch POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd)

Summary: Takada-Chan’s first Handshake Event of the summer goes better and worse than you expect.  

Author's Notes: Here’s Chapter 2! Thank you everyone who has supported this series so far. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, would love to hear what y’all think so far of the story! Thank you for reading! Divider credit to @/saradika.

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Two weeks after the concert, Takada-Chan hosts her first Handshake Event of the summer in a convention center twenty minutes away. It’s currently six in the morning as you stand outside the doors, a thermos full of hot coffee in one hand and a small tote bag of your belongings in another. Because of your sour experience at the concert, you plan thoroughly today, deciding to arrive at the convention center. Six hours early. 

Basic logic and reasoning are clouded by your extreme dedication to this pop idol. This is what you realize as you wait outside the building at the crack of dawn, still half asleep. The only solace you find in your current predicament is that you are first. No one can stand in front of you this time.

You packed all the essentials you need to make the next several hours pass by quickly. A small blanket to lay flat on the ground, marking your territory. The pillow to cushion your bottom from the hard pavement. Even snacks and a small bento for lunch for when you get hungry. No matter what the circumstance, you are not leaving this spot. 

Settling in comfortably into your makeshift camp, you start one of Takada-Chan’s concert specials downloaded on your phone. With no one around yet, you listen to it out loud without headphones, nodding your head along to the beat of the music. Fortunately, with Takada-Chan as a welcomed distraction, the first hour flies by. 

7 AM. Five more hours to go. There are a few people around now, walking by to kickstart their day, though no one falls in line behind you. Good. You pat yourself on the back for being here ahead of everyone else. If that’s not true dedication, you don’t know what is! You check your text messages from Sara, sending her a selfie of you holding a peace sign along with a message saying, “Early bird gets the worm!”

You don’t expect a response right away, considering she’s still asleep on a Saturday morning, like a normal person. She thinks this isn’t worth waking up at the ass-crack of dawn just to receive a handshake. In fact, her exact words to you were, “You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind.”

Maybe you are, but you don’t care. Most people have hobbies or interests they would do crazy things for. This is fun for you. You are willing to do it. Would it be nice if you had someone that shared the same level of interest you have for Takada-Chan? Sure, because you won’t have to keep dragging Sara around with you, subjecting her to your ridiculousness. While she is generally a good sport about it, you’d feel significantly less guilty if she actually liked Takada-Chan as much as you. You don’t blame her at all for not wanting to be with you right now, especially in these conditions.

At 7:30, you hear footsteps walking towards you. It’s a young man with spiky, pink hair wearing a yellow tee and blue shorts, seemingly a few years younger than you. He falls in line behind you, leaning against the wall. When you look up at him from your seated position, he gives you a friendly smile, waving. “Hello.”

You return his greeting happily. “Good morning.” 

After formal introductions, where you find out his name is Yuji Itadori, he puts his hands in his pockets and sighs. “Can’t believe you’re here earlier than me. What time did you get here?”

“6:00 AM,” you answer.

He lets out a whistle. “Dang. Dedicated fan, huh?”

You laugh as you stand up, matching him. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. The last event was completely ruined for me, so I learned from my mistakes.” 

His expression becomes curious. “What happened the last time?”

“I was at her mall concert two weeks ago. This massive guy blocked my view the entire time, refusing to move.”

He buries his face in his hand, shaking his head and chuckling. “Sounds like Todo.”

Your eyes widen, recognizing the name. “That’s him! He screamed out to her as she walked off stage! Is he really your friend?”

“Were you near the front of the stage?” After you confirm with a nod, he adds, “Yup, that was him. Oh man. Sorry, but Todo will do anything for Takada-Chan. You stood no chance at all.”

The rage from that confrontation comes surging back, still fresh and hot on your mind. You groan, frustrated. “Ugh, I can’t believe that guy is your friend! He’s such a jerk!” 

He shrugs, stating plainly, “That’s Todo. When it comes to Takada-Chan, he gets pretty crazy.”

You cross your arms over your chest, pouting. “Well, I hope I never have to see him again. Sorry, I know he’s your friend, but I can’t have another event ruined for me.”

Itadori flashes you a guilty glance, mumbling, “Well, actually…”

Suddenly, a voice booms out from the distance. “Brother! I got coffee and donuts!” Oh hell no. It’s him, the asshole! Why? Why is this happening to you? You planned today out perfectly! The giant meathead struts to his pink-haired friend, as cocky and aggravating as the first time you saw him. You turn around so your back is facing the two men behind you, desperately hoping the idiot doesn’t recognize you. In a panic, you take your phone out and text Sara:

SOS NEED BACKUP ASAP 

also, can you please bring me a donut

~~~

Todo orders two iced coffees and a half dozen classic glazed donuts from the café across the street. Today is off to a great start; he managed to convince his best friendo to wake up early and stand in line with him for Takada-Chan’s Handshake Event. This isn’t his first; in fact, he’s quite the regular at these type of events. Hopefully the idol actually remembers him this time. 

Balancing all the treats in his hands, he walks to the convention center, certain that they’ll be first in line. There’s no other fan dedicated enough to wait hours before the event starts just for a handshake. Only heloves Takada-Chan enough to do that. So, it’s a major surprise when he finds someone already ahead of Yuji, literally camped there with a blanket and pillow. 

He announces his presence, approaching Yuji to stand next to him, inspecting the person before them. In the lowest voice he can muster, he whispers, “Is this person here for the event?”

Yuji rubs the back of his neck, replying in a hushed voice, “Yeah, she’s been here since 6 AM.”

“What?!” Todo yells, completely abandoning any discretion. He glares at the woman ahead. Who is this chick? How dare she claim the first spot in line! That should be his!

He pushes past Yuji, tapping on the woman’s shoulder. “Ahem, are you in line for Takada-Chan?”

“Yes”, she responds, not moving a muscle. 

“Well, you see, I’m Takada-Chan’s #1 fan. I’ve known her since middle school. She’s actually my future wife. That being said, I think that I should be first.”

No response. She remains motionless, refusing to even glance back at him. The nerve. 

Growing impatient, he asks, “So, think we can switch?” 

Finally, she cranes her head just enough to peer at him. “Nope,” she answers, facing forward again. What. The. Fuck?! 

A little louder now, he cajoles, “Come on, don’t be like this. You’re going to deny her #1 fan his rightful spot?”

“Not my problem,” she says, venom laced in her tone. Why does this interaction sound familiar?

It all comes rushing back to him. In the same nanosecond it takes for him to imagine fake scenarios from his childhood, his mind returns to an actual memory from two weeks ago. He uttered those exact words to that short girl who was behind him at the concert. The girl who argued with him, called him an idiot and an asshole. This is the same girl. The loser. 

His rival. 

If she thinks she can compete with him in this battle to be Takada-Chan’s #1 fan, she has another thing coming. No one beats Aoi Todo in a contest. No one. And when it comes to the pop idol, there isn’t another living entity in the world that can match his devotion to her. He accepted her rejection in middle school for crying out loud, a fact that all people except Todo continue to dispute. This gal has no idea what she just got herself into. 

Through gritted teeth, Todo growls, “So it’s gonna be like this? Fine. I hope you don’t mind me singing then. I’ve been told I’m tone-deaf, but if I sing loud enough, I’m sure I’ll hit the right notes!” He starts his playlist on his phone, maximizing the volume. In his biggest voice, he begins belting the first song, Love Gem. Yuji hides behind his palms, embarrassed.

She whips around, finally meeting him face-to-face, yelling, “Oh fantastic! I love this song! I hope you don’t mind me joining in!” Her singing is even louder than Todo, which surprises him. He can admit that she carries a tune better than he could, but still, it’s annoying.

They go at it for about thirty minutes, two noisy, obnoxious adults angrily screaming Takada-Chan lyrics at each other. Todo even tries to play some underground tracks that he thought only he knew, but she perfectly recites it with a raised eyebrow, willing to accept whatever challenge he presents to her. 

Seriously, who is this chick?

~~~

It’s been a half hour long battle of attrition against the imbecile, to which you think you’ve won. Todo seems winded, strands from his neat bun coming loose, sweat beading off his forehead. It doesn’t surprise you since the guy has been straight up screaming at you for thirty minutes. 

Sara finally arrives, carrying a backpack with another small bag in hand. She approaches cautiously, ending the bizarre singing match. Todo huffs and puffs, glaring at you as you catch your own breath. “I could hear you from down the street,” she says, smirking. “Sounded like two sentient cats starring in their own musical. Imagine my disappointment finding out it’s just you two,” She passes you the bag, carrying a donut inside, as well as a water bottle she retrieves from her backpack. “Thank you,” you say, taking a swig. 

“So, what is going on here?” she asks, pointing at you, then at Todo. 

“This idiot asked me to switch spots with him even though I was here first. He thinks he deserves it, or whatever.”

Todo interrupts. “I don’t think, I know I deserve it!”

“I wasn’t talking to you, idiot!” you yell back. 

“Stop calling me an idiot!”

“Stop being an idiot then!”

Sara, once again, steps between you, intervening. “Cut it out. You are adults, act like it. You two are going to be here for the next four hours, do you really want to waste your energy bickering with each other?”

You pout, knowing she’s right. It’s difficult containing your pettiness with him; something about him really grinds your gears.

Eventually, Todo’s grimace softens, muttering a reluctant, “Fine.” 

Sara looks at you, waiting. You roll your eyes, obliging. “Fine.”

She claps her hands with a smile, as if she just solved world peace. “Alright! Now shake on it. Did you even introduce yourselves yet? Shouldn’t the top two Takada-Chan fans at least know each other’s names?”

He grunts, extending his large palm to you. You grab hold of it, surprised at how soft his skin is. The two of you shake hands slowly, stating your names, neither of you letting go. Letting go means you concede. Letting go means you lose. 

He tugs you slightly forward, whispering, “You may be first in line, but I’m still Takada-Chan’s #1 fan.” He gives you a smirk, tightening his grip on you.

Feeling bold, you clench him tighter, also pulling him closer, using all your strength to move his mountain of a body. You’re practically nose-to-nose now. “Have fun waiting in second place, behind Takada-Chan’s true #1 fan,” you retort, returning his annoying smirk with one of your own. His eye twitches, annoyed with you. Sara groans beside you while Itadori cackles, amused. 

The next couple of hours elapse normally, thanks to Sara’s presence and the distraction of the two behind you. Sara and Itadori seem to get along well as they chat with one another in line, laughing often. Todo and you stay firmly in your spots, listening to your own Takada-Chan playlists on your headphones. Occasionally you’ll exchange irked glances, arms crossed, guards still up. No matter what, you won’t let him win whatever bizarre competition you currently find yourselves in.   

More fans line up and by 11 AM, the convention center opens, workers directing you inside. By this time, Sara and Yuji leave, neither friend intending to stay for the actual event. You are led through velvet ropes until you see a small table set up in front of a black backdrop. This must be where Takada-Chan will greet people with a handshake. By 11:45 AM, you can’t help but tremble with excitement. 

Todo scoffs obnoxiously. “Something funny?” you ask, facing him. 

“For a self-proclaimed #1 fan, you make it so obvious that you’ve never been to one of these before. It’s comical,” he says, eyebrow raised at you. 

You scowl at him. “Just because this is my first one, doesn’t make me less of a fan.”

“Actually, it does. I’ve been to so many of these, I’ve lost count. The fact that you haven’t been to any, and you still stand here claiming to be #1. It’s pathetic.”

It takes all the resolve you have to keep calm. Only fifteen minutes to go. You’ve managed to last the past four hours with this asshole breathing down your neck. Don’t let him ruin it now. “You can think whatever you want. I know in my heart how much I love Takada-Chan. You can’t take that away from me,” you argue, voice wavering with animosity. 

“Love? If you think your love for Takada-Chan exceeds mine, then you’re more delusional than I initially gave you credit for.” 

He really knows how to get under your skin. Where are Sara’s brass knuckles when you need them? “Alright, I get it, you’re in love with Takada-Chan. Creep. I admit, I haven’t been to many events yet, but we all have to start somewhere. Plus, I already proved to you that I know the lyrics to all her songs, even her underground stuff. Don’t think I didn’t notice you testing me earlier.”

He lets out a barking laugh. “Yeah okay, that was impressive. But you still have a lot to learn before you can call yourself a true fan. I can teach you a few things if you want.” 

“And why would I want that?”

He leans in close, grinning, a wicked look in his eyes. “I’m a pretty good teacher,” he says in a low voice. “I’m sure there’s a lot you can learn from me.” 

Something about the way he says it is intriguing, almost enticing. You remember he is an absolutely douchebag, so the thought passes quickly. “I know everything I need to know about Takada-Chan, thank you very much.”

“Oh really?” he challenges, rapid firing questions about Takada-Chan, to which you answer perfectly. This occupies your time until you hear the other fans in the crowd start to scream. You didn’t even notice Takada-Chan walk into the room because this moron distracted you. But lo-and-behold, there she is, posing in front of the black backdrop, cute as ever. You turn away from Todo, frown literally turning upside down into the brightest smile, in awe that she’s right in front of you.

The security guard beckons you to the table. Your hands jitter with excitement as you walk towards her, stuttering, “Hi Takada-Chan!”

The pop idol smiles politely. “Hi there! Does your boyfriend want to come up with you?” 

Confused, you respond, “Huh? My boyfriend?”

She points at Todo, standing in the front now with a delighted expression on his face, gawking at Takada-Chan. You wave your hands, trying to explain. “No, no, he’s not my – ”

She cuts you off. “I just love couples! It’s rare to see female fans, but it’s even more rare to see couples! How adorable! I love it so much!” she beams, motioning to Todo. Bewildered, he slowly steps towards the table, standing beside you, blushing.

“Aw, you two are just the cutest!” She shakes both of your hands enthusiastically. From your peripheral, you can see Todo glowing, completely unaware of the context.

Takada summons one of her security guards, requesting, “Can you grab a few posters from my dressing room?” The man nods, walking to the back room. She faces you and giggles. “I wasn’t supposed to give any posters away until my next event, but I’ll make an exception for you two.” She winks, and you’re almost certain yours and Todo’s hearts will soon burst from your chests.

“Thank you so much, Takada-Chan!” you say in unison, tears in your eyes. 

“Of course! How about a Taka-Tan Beam? You have your phones ready?”

You and Todo absolutely lose it. He holds his phone out, hands trembling, actual tears rolling down his cheeks. You shuffle around your purse to retrieve your phone, also shaking, ready to record.

“Ready? Taka-Tan Beam!” she exclaims, flashing her signature pose. 

The two of you clap your hands enthusiastically, praising her. Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular… 

The security guard comes back carrying posters rolled up under his arm. He hands them to the pop idol, who then gives them to you. “Thank you so much for coming!”

Todo leans forward, palms on the table. “Thank you, Takada-Chan! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Thank you, Takada-Chan!” you repeat, pulling Todo by the sleeve of his shirt to the exit with you. As you leave, he bows continuously towards the idol, who waves farewell kindly. 

Once outside, you find a bench to sit at. Todo is nearly foaming at the mouth, still unaware of what just happened. You hand him half of the posters, which he takes without looking at you.

“Taka-Tan. Beam,” he mutters in his catatonic state. His gaze is completed glazed over.

“Hey, Todo. Snap out of it,” you say, waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention. When that fails, you bop his head with one of the rolled-up posters.

“Huh?” He finally comes to, focusing on you. 

You laugh. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“I can’t believe it either. But what was she saying exactly? I was too distracted by her beauty…” he trails off. You tap him again before he goes into a trance.

“She thought we were a couple,” you explain. 

“EH?”

“Yeah. I guess she saw us bickering in line and just assumed,” you elaborate, shrugging.

“She gave us special treatment,” Todo muses, stroking his chin, contemplating. 

What a turn of events. As much as you despise this man, being associated with him worked out the best for you in this particular instance. Takada-Chan thinks you two are a cute couple and she likes it, so much that she gave you exclusive items and extra attention. The sparkle in her eyes was mesmerizing as she performed the Taka-Tan Beam. It went better than you could have ever imagined.

Todo starts to speak, bringing you out of your reverie. “Look, I’m not that keen on Takada-Chan thinking I’m taken, especially by you. But since she can’t date right now anyways, I guess I don’t mind pretending. As long as we keep getting her attention.” 

“What are you saying? You want to pretend to be a couple?”

“Only for Takada-Chan events. Obviously.” There’s that smug look again. 

Eyebrows furrowed, you comment, “What, am I not good enough for you?”

He stands up, towering over you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I know you’re not good enough for me.”

Hot rage tingles in your belly. What a fucking asshole. On your feet, you only come up to his chest, so you tilt your gaze up to glare at him. “You couldn’t handle me anyways, you fucking prick.” 

He leans down, his breath tickling your skin as he whispers, “I hope you don’t kiss anyone with that dirty mouth of yours.”

You get on your tippy-toes, closing the gap even more, challenging him. You swallow hard, not sure how to respond, but not afraid to back down. He holds your gaze, his mouth twitching slightly as his grins.

All of sudden, you’re very aware of how provocative this situation might look to an outsider. You feel it yourself. Whatever this angry tension is, it’s sort of… 

Okay brain, stop thinking like this. You hate this man. Despise him. Angry thoughts. Angry. 

He doesn’t relent. If you’ve learned anything about this beast the two times you’ve encountered him, he will notback down from a challenge. And knowing yourself, you won’t be able to keep up with him. But you can try. “I’d rather eat shit than be your fake girlfriend,” you hiss at him. You grab your purse and stomp off, leaving him behind. 

“Ha, then don’t expect my help at the next Takada-Chan event!” he yells out. 

As you walk to the train station, you make a promise to yourself to never interact with this oaf ever again. 

[noritoshiikamo]

a part of touch starved osamu mess i just want to get out of my head

cw touch starved soft osamu, talk of boners, penetrative sex, dirty talk

osamu miya has few simple but sure set of obsession.

food, his restaurant, his family and every single fucking time he sees you play volleyball. you, a perfectionist, who likes to try and think you are able to hide your ‘workouts’ at home masking as self care didn’t realise that it was just feeding his kink.

if he could ever call it that.

it started monday morning, so simple and innocent as you stretching off your sleep by the bed side. his lazy eyes shot opened as it fell on your back. the defined muscles barely hidden by his old high school sleeveless jersey as you tried to shake off last night’s sleep. nuzzling into the pillow that smelled just like you, he watched as you tied your hair, yawned and leaned forward to stretch further. the bed hadn’t been the kindest on your back and that muffled crack of your joints had you moaning in relief. you turned around, half smile with a flush on your cheeks, “mornin’ baby,” your raspy sleepy voice greeted him like a cup of coffee on a rush hour. his heartbeat were a mess. you leaned to kiss his nose and left for the bathroom. it was baffling how oblivious his wife was to the nuisance she had imposed on him. he knew you were saying something but nothing registered in his head. it has to be a dud because boys’ scout could’ve camp in his short.

on wednesday, osame got the privilege to drop off some food for lunch. he didn’t planned to sponsor the entire’s team lunch, but you’ll always come home with a pout saying one of your teammates had gobbled half of it. happy wife is a happy life, so on this rare occasion, he had hauled his ass, drove an hour away with a trunk full of onigiri and some special bento for you. which also means, he got to see you train. he missed volleyball, maybe for the memories or the people he had play with, but an entire career of it was too handful. his face flushed, feet glued to the floor.

had the uniform always been this short?

the short hugged your ass so well that every time you lowered down to receive a serve, he wondered how the fuck is the material holding up. women’s volleyball had always had the sleeveless jersey but every time you jumped, it turned into a crop top. his mouth dried up as beads of sweat roll off your toned belly. he didn’t realised how long he had been standing there, trays of food in hand until somebody blew a whistle. your eyes finally met. it was pretty how easy you shook off all the ache in your muscle, glowing in happiness as your eyes set on him. you didn’t realised that he knew you too well like the back of his hand, the overwhelmed eyes you made was the same fucking look he craved every time he trapped you with his body down on the bed. samu, t’much, it echoed in his head. you licked your lips, a small smile on your face. osamu blushed. he knew it was for the food, but boy, the walk of shame he had to do down the hall with the food tray low to his waist down the cafeteria was hellish to bear.

saturday came like a breeze. it was your rest day because sunday is game day. osamu, like a perfect partner he is would always took the day off. what’s the point of paying his competent working extra on his day off if he is unable to spend some time with you. “y’kno, they call it a rest day because yer supposed ta rest,” he muttered, watching in annoyance as you unrolled the yoga mat in the living room. with the coffee table pushed aside and some old 90s sitcom rolling on the tv that you both had watched on repeat for the umpteenth time, you stick your tongue out, ignoring your whiny husband’s stare as he nursed his morning coffee.

“i’m just restless. so yoga helps.”

if it was years ago, he would’ve blamed it on atsumu for introducing it to you. but as he brought the cup up to his lips, his body tensed and the coffee started to taste a little bitter than it was supposed to be. because now atsumu is an annoyance for instigating the growing feeling he had as his wife pulled an upward dog. was it upward dog, whatever the fuck the position called but all he knew was his view was no longer the clean house he slaved his years to buy but his wife’s fleshy ass up in the air. his eyes followed like a hawk, from one position to another position. every time your eyes met, you flashed a smile, talking about something that he was sure wasn’t that significant. he promised, when he isn’t throbbing hard behind the kitchen counter, staining his boxer with his pre cum, osamu is a great listener.

he didn’t realise he had moved until you called his name. he was standing behind you, his hands were on your waist as he sort of pinned you down from moving. you were stuck in the position, bending forward palms flat on the floor, unable to lift your legs to complete the downward facing dog split.

“samu?”

his mouth dried up again. “y-your back wasn’t straight enough when you lift your leg. i’ll help.” you shrugged at his words, pleased that your husband wasn’t annoyed but keen to help. you raised your leg and it went up until you were able to support it by his shoulder. it was perfect until something clicked. you cursed.

“samu, you’re an asshole.”

his fingers reached for the elastic of your shorts. “straighten up, ya not holding yer posture correctly,” he muttered nonchalantly, a small spark of naughtiness glinted in his eyes as he pushed your back side lower until it was brushing against his growing bulge. “i would, if you’ll stop brushing your cock against me,” you hissed, watching as his short pooled along his ankles.

he hushed you, spitting lightly along his shaft, tugging lightly before running gently against your slit. you cursed again, bracing your palm against the floor as your arms trembled. the sound he was making wasn’t helping you as it went straight down to your aching cunt. osamu took his sweet time, with you trapped in the position, his other hand kneaded your ass, slowly rutting against your cunt. the friction from the thong and pooling wetness were driving him insane.

“tsumu said that the pose can build yer core strength,” he watched excitedly as your legs trembled every time his tip brushed against your clit, “just focus on ya hands and i’ll take care of the rest, ‘kay?”

the weak sigh and soft okay out of your lips were reassuring that osamu alone wasn’t the one having fun here. he loves it when you submit to his needs, even when it was ridiculous to bear. you always thought you married the sane one. the tv were now on the black screen, prompt of ‘are you still watching?’ appeared as his cock finally slipped in. he could see your twisted face on the reflective screen.

osamu is a sick person in mind.

he was sick for you and the way your cunt kept sucking him in drove him wild. this was his kind of yoga. his thrusts were erratic, your back flushed against his back. abandoned was whatever pose you had earlier, your back were straighter against his chest anyway. he held one of your legs up, spreading it enough to see the reflection of his cock jackhammering into your dripping cunt. another kept your head aside as his teeth marked your neck as his. “match t’morrow, hngh samu,” you gasped, hand up tugging on the hair on the back of his nape but it did nothing but tightened his lips against your skin that were bound to bruise. he released it with a pop, happy as he eyed the stained skin.

“so?”

“fuck you, samu.”

“right,” thrust, “back,” thrust, “at,” thrust, “ya.”

the sound of your skin slapping echoed the space, you could only whimper weakly as you surrendered to the pleasure, his pleasure. he couldn’t care less if you were trembling from high, gushing all over his cock as he powered through your orgasm. your tightened wall massaging his aching cock meant that he just had to fuck you faster and harder.

you cried in pleasure were louder, the neighbour should know his name by now.

he kissed you feverishly, lapping the marks and sweat agains your skin. nibbling on your lobe, licking beads of sweat and tears down your flushed cheeks. he knocking air out of your lung, you swore you could feel his thrusts up to your throat.

“s’good baby, fuck i could stay in yer cunt forever. why ya gotta be so fuckin’ perfect all the time. ya cunt is driving me crazy. fuck fuck, baby i wanna cum so badly. i wanna cum in you. baby ya think i can fuck ya t’morrow and ya do ya thing with cunny full of my cum. fuck baby, i wanna see my cum dripping down your legs.”

his lewd remarks kept on coming and all you could do is nod and beg because who doesn’t want a cunt full of osamu miya. every body does and here you are being the chosen one. osamu miya has few simple but sure set of obsession.

food, his restaurant, his family and every single fucking time he sees you play volleyball and your aching cunt begging for his release.

you heard the fabric of your bra ripped as he yanked it down, releasing the aching breast for his hand to grab a handful. his warm breath echoed against your cold skin, you listened to his pants, deep throaty moan as he chased his release. it was getting rougher, tip brushing against your cervix, beads of his own sweat rolling off onto your shoulder.

he whined, drool dripped over the corner of his lips, “baby.”

“fuck samu, inside please please,” you gasped, head thrown back. there were no reasoning when your husband had set his mind on one thing. he was close. his grip were tighter as if you were about to slip away, his whines were louder and his thrust weren’t easing. you couldn’t help the scream your throat let out as he cum, he was pressed down and tight against your cervix. his thrust were slower, yet sheathed deep longer. he wanted all of him in you. you were going to keep his cum inside.

his praises didn’t fall short. he showered you with kisses, telling you how much a good girl you were and how well you were taking him in. you could feel him in the shape of the bulge against your stomach. once he was down from the high, he set you down slowly on the floor, you rested your chest against his as you both tried to catch a breather.

he finally kiss you on the mouth, gently this time, caressing your cheeks and hair away from your face. in the heat of moment, saturday morning became your favourite day of the week as his lips moved to tell you how much he loved you between the kiss. you reciprocated happily, watching his soft eyes glistened in excitement and content.

the sun’s now up, warming the room, bouncing against his skin so majestically. somehow the tv had resume the show and the miya household were buzzing again. time always stop when you’re with him. you brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead. his eyes were full of love yet he always like to ruin the moment with being an ass.

“fuck, we should do yoga more,” he grinned, planting a kiss on your own forehead as you struggled to catch your breath. your mat were a soaking mess, sticking down against your bare skin as you watched the happy man wobbled happily to the kitchen with his dick swinging, staring into the fridge for some snacks.

in sickness and health, you vowed, smile on your lips grew as you laid down.

that’s your beloved husband.

sunday came like a breeze. it took a lot of running around the house and screaming as osamu chased you down bare naked, threatening to keep his promise. but you countered his threat, holding his phone with finger on speed dial he knew were gonna bring a bigger wrath down to the mankind; mama miya.

you got him out of the house, unscathed with your lover boy pouting all the way to your match.

“ya promise,” he huffed, locking the door every time you tried to escape.

your giggles echoed the car as you nodded. you leaned against him, planting a small innocent kiss against his lobe. the boy froze. “yes, samu. i’ll promise if you keep it,” your hand went down to grab the surprisingly half hard cock through his jeans, “in ya pants, i promise you, i’m all yours this week.”

his brows shot up, “anywhere?”

“anywhere, everywhere.”

“even if in at the shop?”

you tugged his ears playfully, “geez samu, as if we haven’t violated the health code of conduct the first month we got the shop set up.” you walked out together, your bag slung over his shoulder as you laced your fingers together. “on my defense, ya just started the pills and i was popping my raw dogging virginity and ya kept wearing that stupid legging that was so sheer i could see ya panties. no, half of the time ya weren’t even wearing one. you seduced me. case closed.”

you stopped right by the entrance for players only. echoes of shoes and balls bouncing, crowd cheering were getting louder and louder. this is where you had to part ways. osamu looked down on you longingly. “i’m not complaining by the way,” he pulled you closer, “don’t stop seducing me, ‘kay?” he whispered, brushing your nose against his own. you pushed his cap off, nodding happily as you shared a kiss. his onigiri miya cap sat against your head backward. the bag exchanged hands. he fixed your collar, your body ached every time his fingers brushed the bruise he left between the neck and your shoulder.

that’s the setter he fallen head over heels for.

“okay, samu. don’t let omi knows that we fucked on his favourite chair at the shop, i don’t think tsumu could hold him down. i’m too pretty to be a widow.” he mouthed a silent okay before leaning down for one more kiss, for good luck, he would said but no more words needed to be said. he flicked your forehead playfully before pulling away, heading to the entrance to meet up with your family and his brother.

“fuck them up, y/n.”

“i always do.”

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[lilhealthybean]

Couple of the year

"I guess I'm foolish enough for falling in love with someone who couldn't be mine"

Tags: Haikyuu and Samu

Notes: I adore Samu deeply. I apologize for doing this to you.

"I like you Samu" Osamu remained silent.

The only thing he could hear was the loud and fast beat of his heart. This moment was what he had been longing for, you and him, on the rooftop of the academy.

Osamu had been attracted you since you became their manager. You already had his attention because of your looks and kindness, but he fell in love with you the moment he tasted the onigiris you made for the team. From that day on, his goal was to make you his wife.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who felt that way; another teammate had his eye on you. To make matters worse, it was his twin, Atsumu Miya. When the blond one confessed his interest in you at a training camp, Osamu wanted to die.

After that confession, he decided to take a step back and let his twin try to win you over, since Atsumu was the only brave one who confessed it publicly. Samu thought that maybe you wouldn't reciprocate Tsumu's feelings and he would have a chance, but it was Atsumu. Before the training camp was even over, you and Tsumu walked into the dinning room holding hands.

His heart shattered.

Had he been too naive? Should he haved competed for your love? The thoughts that lingered in his mind were pointless, since you were already taken. Only thing he could do was regret his decissions.

From that day on, the grey-haired twin tried to keep his distance from you, hoping to lose interest in you. Nervertheless, the way you keep taking care of him, the small conversations you had before practices, and how you smiled at him didn't help.

Due to that, his heart always shrunk when he saw you with Atsumu, being the perfect couple you were.

You and Atsumu were inseparable. You were the talk of the academy, he waited for you after classes when he didn't have volleyball trainning, you helped him with his studies, and often brought him bento that you cooked for him. You were the school's power couple.

And Osamu desìsed himself for feeling evious of your happines and love. He resentes how much he desired to be in his brother's place.

With that being said, he was taken aback when he Atsumu revealed that both had decided to end your relationship. It was clear to you that it was deteriorating, and both of you opted for a friendly separation instead of forcing things and riskink hostility.

His surprise heightened when you asked to meet him on the rooftop after parting ways with his brother.

Now, he was left speechless, realizing your intention to confess your love for him there.

He couldn't contain his excitement. The person he had admired for a year reciprocated his feelings? Could he now be the lucky one who could openly hold you hand? The one who would share meals with your? Could he be finally the happiest man ever alive?

Certainly, he could, and he eagerly awaited it.

"Sorry, but I don't feel the same way. I only see you as a friend, I hope this doesn't affect our relationship" with that, Osamu left the rooftop.

He believed that by now, you must resent the Miya twins for the pain they caused you. Osamu's steps were devoid of life as he made his way back to his classroom where his brother and best friend awaited him.

Did he really do that? Was he as dumb as Atsumu always claimed he was? It seemed so, as he had just rejected you. Why would he even do that?

His gaze met Tsumu's as he walked into the class. It was undoubtly meant for him. Despite Atsumu's repeated assertions that he had moved on, Osamu couldn't ignore the way he looked at you. Even if you were his first romantica love, Atsumu was his brother, he couldn't betray him like that.

"Hey! Are you okay? You seem upset" Tsumu remarked as Samu approached him.

Had Osamu once again prioritized his brother over himself? How many times would he continued to do so? How many heartbreaks must he endure to ensure his brother's happines?

Despite all his thoughts, he couln't blame Tsumu; since he was the one responsible for all his decisions. The grey-haired man shooked his head, took his seat, and leaned back.

"Oh, is something wrong?" Atsumu asked, concerned, as Osamu wasn't known for expressing his emotions much.

"I turned down a girl I've been attracted to for a year" Samu confessed, leaving Suna and his brother shocked.

Neither of them knew Osamu had a crush.

"I see, Miyas have it hard in relationships, it's good to know both of you are bat at something" Suna teased them, receiving a frowned face from both of them

"I thought I was the dumb one for letting y/n slip away, I don't know what i was thiking..." Atsumu admitted with a smirk "I guess you are a fool too"

Osamu remained silent for a moment, hesistant to speak.

"I guess I'm foolish enough for falling in love with someone who couldn't be mine"

[aspenous]

Started this at 2AM because Kuroshou won't leave the mind. You know what that means

Okay I think we all collectively agree that they're AT LEAST ex-lovers turned rivals right? But can I propose one-sided lovers before and after. Tf do I mean?

I mean a ten year old Kuroo who's too much of a wuss to confess his crush on the new neighbor and instead makes him a flower crown, which Daishou accepts because hey! Someone wants to be his friend and his new classmates are still being cautious around him. Kuroo is over the moon and talks Kenma's year off about how Daishou accepted it and whenever their together he holds his hand, shares his bento box (he ends up taking Daishou's portion of carrots because the boys face crumbles when faced with the food) and even kisses his cheek! He's just as much a volleyball nut as Kuroo is and on days when Kenma can't hang out, he finds himself in front of a clunky TV with Daishou beside him, watching–then re-watching old recorded matches. Kuroo is dead sure their going to grow old together and complain about the weather and whatever else old people do together until Daishou suddenly up and transfers to another school, leaving Kuroo stranded with no new landline or contact information in genral to reach the boy. He's left heartbroken, and when he see's Daishou again across the court, he may or may not let a bit of that childhood betrayal fuel his new rivalry.

I mean a 19-20 year old Daishou who finds out a little too late that he and Kuroo applied for the same university, and now shares a dorm; two rooms, a single bathroom, a closet sized kitchen and the concept of a living room, with him. Their rivarly had mellowed out after their 3rd year, and inbetween graduating, wasting a handfull of weekends trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life and parting ways with Mika, Daishou couldn't find it in himself to be as petty as he used to be. Kuroo seemed to be on the same wavelength, since all they trade are snide, one off comments or underhanded compliments on a bad day.

They start to co-exist, in a weird 'two different puzzle sets that can be miss n' matched because their templates are the same' way. Kuroo is a early bird, and by the time Daishou wakes up for afternoon classes, he finds breakfast (More like brunch) left in the microwave. Daishou tends to run by the store on his way back and this turns into him handling groceries. Their texts switch from randomass memes Kuroo finds from who-knows-where to random gossip they pick up on around campus. Sometime after mid-term exams, busting their only heater and finding a DvD player for cheap, they start spending Friday nights watching camp horror movies. Sometimes it's Kuroo justifying early 70s movie direction and sometimes its Daiahou guessing correctly the entire plot after ten minutes of watching but always, without fail, it ends with Kuroo draped across Daishou's shoulder and definitely ruining his one good sweater with drool (he doesn't mind as much as he should).

After three months of this, sprinkled with minute touches, catching lingering eyes and living with eachother instead of around one another, Daishou steals one of Kuroo's hoodies; one that's well-worn and he had no reason to take if he was still just a roommate. Kuroo hums when he sees, mumbles a quick 'it suits you' that sounds near bashful before scurrying away and Daiahou is satisfied ("over the moon's more like it" Mika had snickered).

Nothing major changes between them after that. Breakfast is still made for him when he wakes, but he throws some effort into waking up early on Mondays to watch Kuroo cook (and stare at his ass in running shorts), during grocery runs he picks up Kuroos favorite snacks and keeps the cupboard stocked. Simple 'make it home safe?', 'you look good in that' and affectionate cat gifs start to get mixed into their other messages. Kuroo starts suggesting cafes/restaurants and hole-in-the-wall confectioners to visit together. It was almost cute how he'd stammered through his first rec and looked genuinely surprised when Daishou agreed. Movie nights are warmer now. More contact and staring and awkward comments that Daishou doesn't look into. It's fun, being with Kuroo, and he's willing to wait for the rooster head to get comfortable with this–them–at his own pace.

That is, until two months pass and the guy has yet to even kiss him. Daishou's a patient guy, especially when it comes to relationships, but he's still just as human and if the idiot won't initiate anything he will. During the next movie night, he throws whatever into the DvD player and lets exactly 38 minutes pass (yes he counts) before turning over, waits for Kuroo to look back and closes that treacherous distance between them. Its nothing deep, just a peck on the lips, but when he draws back he finds Kuroo red in the face and just staring at him as if Daishou had grown a second head.

Now Daishou's confused, and his mind is slowly beginning to wonder if Kuroo was some weird 'sex before marriage' puritan until his dear sweet boyfriend of nearly two months mutters "I thought you were with Mika–"

Okay that's it no more I went to sleep at 3AM, then woke up to finish the rest of this lmao. Definitely got some basic grammer smudged since I didn't check nothing. If u care they end up half-arguing, half-explaining what they were thinking this entire time and at the end of it Kuroo smooches Daishou a whole bunch like the clingy cat bf he is.

[bluejayboi]

Aishite Aishite Aishite- Soft yandere Vil

This story is based off of the song “Aishite Aishite Aishite” (no specific version of the song, just a compilation of them). I used a variety of quotes (some direct, others altered to fit dialogue) from the songs throughout the story so it should be a fun ‘search and find’ for anyone who’s familiar with any iteration of the song. I understand that the song is intended to be about Golden Child Syndrome but I, like many others, enjoy the yandere vibes that can be interpreted from it. This is a soft yandere Vil story so apologies if he’s not perfectly in character. I hope you all enjoy the story and happy Valentines Day •ᴗ• ♡

TW: Yandere themes, drugging (love potion and poison), violence and blood (not overly explicit), choking (to knock out, not kill), and kidnapping

Male covers of Aishite Aishite Aishite that you can listen to while reading (FYI I based the vibes, quotes, etc. off of the Will Stetson covers):

Will Stetson cover

Will Stetson rock cover

KumaKumataro cover

Chogakusei cover

Link to Part 2

The sound of a door slamming shut echoes through the hall, being punctuated with an exasperated sigh. Vil lets himself lean against the door he just closed as he mutters to himself; “What a wretched day. Of all the times that Headmage Crowley could have picked to invite prospective students and other guests to visit, why did he have to choose today?”

Valentine’s Day always tended to be a taxing experience for the young actor. It was no wonder he would garner this much attention from his hordes of admirers on this day in particular. True, he thrived off of the attention and compliments being served to him on a silver platter, but he could only turn down these plain potatoes so many times until it got exhausting. It was easier in previous years. Most of the NRC students had already learned to admire Vil like a priceless work of art; something that was unreachable and beautiful, that could be cherished but which the unworthy knew not to touch for fear of the consequences. But that foolish headmage had to invite swarms of newcomers into the halls of this college. Newcomers that hadn’t the time to learn the rules. They fawned over and swarmed him, vying desperately for his attention as they shouted their confessions and thrust flowers and chocolates and other gifts towards him. He had no interest in such desperate advances from the bland masses. It took everything in him to not sneer at them and tell them off for nearly sullying his uniform. He couldn’t even enjoy his lunch in peace without hiding out in some empty classroom like that loner Idia. Of course, the cafeteria and Mostro Lounge were out of the question– seeing as they were bound to be packed with guests– so he was reduced to camping out away from everyone just so he could eat in peace. He couldn’t even return to his dorm without risking being spotted and followed. So he resolved to stay in this empty classroom to eat and regain the strength needed to make it through the rest of this hellish day. Until the newcomers were finally forced to leave the campus.

Reaching into his bag, Vil pulls out the bento box that he had packed in preparation for the day’s chaos. Along with it, he pulled out a shining red apple. Strange. He didn’t remember packing that. It must have been a gift from Epel then. That boy did love his apples. Perhaps this was his way of wishing Vil good luck on this trying holiday. What a sweet boy. He’ll have to thank him when he gets back to the dorm.

Just as Vil started in on his meal, the door creaked open and a girl peeked in. He fixed her with a cold stare before continuing to eat his meal. He saw the way she looked at him, with obsession written in her eyes. She would obviously just follow him if he tried to leave so he might as well regain his energy before giving her the slip like the others. She tried to strike up a conversation but Vil didn’t even spare her a second glance. If he had been looking at her, he would have seen the desperate expression flash across her face before being replaced with an eager look as her eyes landed on the apple next to him. He places the empty bento box back in his bag as he feels someone plunk themselves in the seat next to him. Feeling a little bored, he decided to play along a bit. A little entertainment before he leaves her behind. 

Reaching for the apple, he asks the girl “Just what do you think you're doing?” in a cold voice.

She just stares at him for a few seconds, before a lovesick expression washes over her face: “I’m trying to get close to you, Vil! What else would I be doing? Why would I waste all that time following you just to watch from the sidelines?”

Vil simply sighs in response. This isn’t his first run in with overzealous fans. It stopped being worrisome a long time ago and had just become a hindrance.

“Well you’ve been allowed to bask in my presence for long enough. I will be taking my leave soon and you will not follow me. Understood?” He finishes his sentence with a sickly sweet, fake grin. The girl seems unfazed by his comment and simply watches with bated breath as he brings the apple up to his lips.

The red surface crunches beneath his teeth as the overly sweet taste floods across his tongue. This apple tasted … off. There were hints of certain flowery and fruity tastes, rose petals and strawberries being the most distinguished of them, mingling with the red apples natural flavor. An overpoweringly sweet artificial aftertaste coated his taste buds like tar. It was too sweet. Sickeningly sweet. He could feel his stomach roil after he made the mistake of swallowing it. A strange feeling started washing over him. It felt like a steady haze was covering him, a fog overtaking his brain and making it harder for him to think clearly. He could feel a tingling in his mind, reaching to hold his head in his hands as he shut his eyes. It didn’t exactly hurt but he could feel it overpowering him. He should be worried, this clearly wasn’t a normal response. The apple was probably drugged, a love potion seeming like the most plausible answer. But despite this distressing situation that he found himself in, he could feel a sense of acceptance washing over him, replacing the dread that had previously pooled in him.

“It’s okay Vil, just open your eyes. Just look at me, okay?” the girl cooed, a disturbingly wide smile spreading across her face. “I promise everything will be all better~ Just as soon as you look at me.”

Even in his potion-addled mind, Vil had enough sense to know that this was a bad situation he found himself in. He kept his eyes firmly closed, holding his hands over them even as she tried to wrench his wrists away.

The door to the room softly opened, an NRC student making their way into the room whilst carrying a large stack of papers in their arms. The papers completely blocked their view to the rest of the room, so they blindly maneuvered past desks to the teachers desk where they plopped the papers down with an unceremonious ‘thump’. Both Vil and the girl whipped their heads around at this noise. Vil opened his eyes to see the source of the sound, his muddled state making him temporarily forget what would happen to him upon laying eyes on someone. His hands had been pulled far enough off his eyes that he saw them for a split second. This was all it took.

The girl stared at the student with a deer-in-headlights look, frantic about being caught in the act; “Wha-What are you doing here?!”

The student jolts at this and whips around to look at the speaker, finding this unfamiliar girl manhandling one of their classmates.

“I was just delivering papers for Professor Crewel.” After overcoming their initial surprise, they were able to take in the scene more carefully. “Just what do you think you’re doing? You’re clearly making him uncomfortable, so back off.”

“No, he’s not uncomfortable!!" She stomps childishly, as if to enunciate her point. "He was just about to accept my confession before you interrupted us! Tell them Vil!” The girl turns to Vil with an eager expression before her eyes land on his face and her expression falls.

His hands had completely fallen from his eyes, allowing him to look at the student before him clearly. His purple irises seemed to shimmer with untold emotions, a soft pink ring encircling his pupils and giving him a barely noticeable case of centralized heterochromia. His mouth was slightly agape with his hand gently hovering in front of it. He looked stunned, as if he had just seen an ethereal being flutter down from the sky and land before him in this dreary classroom. He felt himself being overcome with emotions; warmth, devotion, adoration, and desire started brimming within him. He felt the blissful joy that spurs from a crush. This can’t be a crush! That sounds too informal, too juvenile. Calling this a mere ‘crush’ would be an insult to the depth of feelings he holds for them. This had to be love! There’s no other possibility! They’re perfect! So perfect! How could he have ever overlooked them! They had been by his side all this time. He had just been too blind to see.

“ … [Name] … ” A soft whisper escaped Vil as his lips twitched into the ghost of a smile.

“Are you sick or something? You’re all flushed! Come on, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” They grab Vil’s arm to help him out of his seat, quickly snatching his bag as well. They rush him out of there before the girl even has enough time to process the situation at hand. They kept turning back as they led Vil down the hallway, afraid that the girl would follow the two of them. 

Once making it a safe distance away, they released his arm that they were holding onto in order to steady and guide him through the halls. Vil noticed that the spot they had been touching felt unnaturally cold in their absence, causing him to tense up and look at them in confusion. The expression on their face had switched from the overly concerned facade that they had put on in front of the girl to a stoic, nearly frigid look.

“Looks like she fell for the ruse. I’m guessing that’s one of those ‘crazy fans’ that you keep complaining about. Steer clear from that one, alright? I won’t be there to save you next time. Dunno if you actually need to go to the nurse or not but I’m sure you can get there yourself. Here’s your bag.” They state, moving to hand him his pack. His eyes hover over them for a few seconds before he reaches out to grab the strap that they held out to him. His fingers gently press against their hand as he lingers against their touch. They break the contact quickly, swiping their hand away as if they’d been burned, and start walking away. “Good luck with the fans.”

“[Name], wait!” Vil panics as he sees them moving away from him.

They seem to deflate a bit as they turn back to him, muttering an annoyed “What?” in response.

“[Name]. I…well, frankly I don’t know how to put this. I-” For once, Vil felt utterly tongue tied. His mind had gone blank, the overwhelming emotions stifling any attempt to plan his next words. All his charisma and charm slipping from his mind, like water from a sieve, in the face of this blinding admiration.

“You don’t have to thank me or–”

“– I feel as if I’ve been pierced with Cupid’s arrow!” Vil blurts out, cutting [Name]’s sentence off short. The apathetic stare drops from their face and they look utterly shocked. “I have no other way to describe it! I feel as if a blindfold has been lifted from my eyes, allowing me to see the divine being that has been right in front of me all along! I was a fool to not realize this before; you are perfection incarnate! Your visage has brought light and vibrance to my once dull world. Simply being in your presence leaves me feeling light and giddy. [Name], I believe I have fallen in love with you!” Vil flashes an eager smile. Not his usual pristine grin that seemed merely a pose for a camera, but a smile that seemed genuinely kind and heartfelt.

[Name] was frozen in place for a few long seconds. It felt like time was dragging on at a painfully slow pace. They could feel a pang of hurt in their heart. But they pushed it aside for the moment. Swallowing thickly and taking a shaky breath, they look Vil directly in his eyes; “Did… did that girl hit you in the head or something? Wha-… are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?”

The smile on Vil’s face falls, being replaced with a look of worry. “No, I’m fine…really! I- I’ve never felt better! Just being with you has made everything better!” He tries to smile at them again but stops when he sees their expression. Their face had contorted into a look of scarcely contained, deadly calm rage. Their eyes fixed him with a sharp glare as they seethed through their gritted teeth.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Is this your idea of a joke? If it is, then you really are cruel. You think you have any right to be saying this after last year?” Letting out an exasperated huff, they continue, “To think; I try to help you, and this is the thanks I get?! You think it’s fun teasing me, huh? Can’t stand the fact that I’ve gotten over your little stunt? That I’m not falling over myself to kiss the very ground you walk upon. That I’m not worshiping you like you're perfect or something? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?! You know what; fuck you Vil. Just leave me alone.”

Vil looked as if he had just been punched in the gut. It felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest, thrown to the floor, and crushed beneath their shoe. He dashed after their retreating form, frantically spewing words that he desperately hoped would make the situation better.

“I-I’m so sorry for what happened then! I was blind– A fool!! How could I ever treat such a sublime being like that?! I promise I’ll fix it! I’ll make it up to you! I’ll do anything! Wait! Maybe you’re upset because I didn’t have anything prepared for you during my confession! I’ll fix this! You deserve everything! I’ll give it all to you!! Flowers and sweets! Perhaps you want cosmetics and jewelry? Or clothes? Or maybe a poem?! Even a simple card or note would have been enough to show that these feelings are more premeditated than a passing fancy! To prove that what I feel for you is genuine and not merely an impulse. How could I be so foolish to try to confess without a suitable gift to fit a person of your caliber?! [Name], wait, please!!”

Vil continues to bound after them, desperately trying to convince them to respond to him. To slow down and stop slamming doors in his face. To stop stomping their way back to their dorm. Hell, even them looking at him would be enough. Even if it was out of hatred, he needed their eyes to be on him. To feel acknowledged by them. To know that he still held a place in their world. Even if that role was one of the despised, he’d be happy to know that they cared enough to feel something for him. He could work with ‘Something’. He’d show them. As long as their eyes were on him, he could prove that he’s worthy of their love. That he can make up for the past. That he’s not the same heartless fool that had the gall to turn them down so mercilessly a mere year ago.

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The girl stood alone in the room. Picking up the apple that had fallen from Vil’s hands when the potion she made for him started kicking in, she stared at it and traced her thumb over the spot he had bitten. The flesh of the fruit was discolored, tinged a soft shade of pink instead of its usual off-white. She was seething. He had been taken from her. He was supposed to be hers! But they got in the way. She would fix this. She swore that she would. They wouldn’t get in her way again.

💙🔹🩵🔹💙🔹🩵🔹💙🔹🩵🔹💙🔹🩵🔹💙🔹🩵🔹💙🔹🩵🔹💙

They stepped out of their dorm and felt an uneven texture beneath their foot, along with hearing the sound of crinkling plastic. They didn’t even have to look down to know what it was at this point; another damn bouquet. They hadn’t even gotten any breakfast yet and they were already done with the day. Letting out an irritated huff, they scooped up the newest gifts and added them to the ever-growing pile that was now looming over them. 

It has only been a few weeks since the incident on Valentines and ever since Vil has been religiously sending them gifts. Every day, the gifts would be waiting for them outside their dorm. It didn’t matter if they had just gotten up or just got back from classes, the gifts would be there waiting for them. Every. Single. Day.

Some of the gifts were the common symbols of love that one would expect. Sweet treats like chocolate covered strawberries and heart-shaped confections, exquisite flower arrangements, and absolutely adorable plushie versions of their favorite creatures. Others could have been considered heartfelt- if not for the circumstances. Care baskets brimming with necessities and luxuries alike, beautiful bento boxes containing scrumptious healthy dishes, cosmetic goods meant to improve the users health as well as polish their appearance, and the highest quality supplies for their hobbies. Then there were the really extravagant gifts. The ones that would easily cost more than their whole dorm building and everything in it. Enough glittering jewelry to allow one to shimmer brighter than the stars in the night sky, name brand clothing that–alarmingly–were perfectly tailored to their size (they recoiled in disgust at how he could have gotten this information), trinkets and baubles made from precious metals and fine gems that served no purpose other than being aesthetically pleasing, and any other expensive item that they had even considered wanting.

And then there were the notes. So. Many. Notes. There were letters and poems. Sonnets and soliloquies. The font was always ornate and showy, likely having been penned out with a quill and ink, and some cards even appeared to have a spritz of his perfume in them, allowing the scent to waft out upon being opened. Each of which was flowery in language and insistent in the earnestness of his feelings. Some commented on how they had to take better care of themselves; how their sleep schedule was all over the place, that they were working themselves too hard, that they weren’t getting the proper nutrition, and so on. He rambled about how he could take much better care of them; that he could pamper them and handle everything so they could simply let their beauty shine without the stress of daily life getting in the way. He commented on how a person of their caliber deserved to be living in a mansion and not in some squalid dorm. He went on and on about all the things that he claimed they deserved, that he could provide them with should they simply allow themself to be his. As much as they wanted to toss the notes out, burn them with fire so they can’t be burned into their memory, they kept each and every one of them. There was no sentimentality to it. They would serve as evidence if they ever needed to get the teachers or law enforcement to intervene in the future, should it ever come to that.

The gifts, on the other hand, were a different story. They tried giving them back to Vil, telling him to return them and get his money back. He acted shocked at first, like he couldn’t understand that someone wouldn’t want the marvelous gifts that he had given them. But then he became insistent that they keep the gifts. He seemed to be laboring under the delusion that they didn’t want the gifts because they felt “unworthy” of them or that they were simply “unaccustomed” to being treated in the way that they deserved, to which he did everything in his power to reassure them that they are worth every penny spent and more. What he didn’t understand is that the sole reason they didn’t want his gifts is because it was him that gave it to them. No matter how much they insisted, he refused to take the items back. They ended up pilling it all up in their room, refusing to give him the satisfaction of using or partaking in anything he had given them. They’d sooner give it away, then use it themselves.

Worst of all was the source of all this himself. Every time they ran into Vil in person, he would try to dote on them. He was like a peacock, constantly preening and showing off in a desperate attempt to catch their attention. He always seemed to have some hairbrained scheme, ranging from messages written in rose petals to invitations for extravagant events, all with the end goal of getting them to love him back. He would present them with desperate acts of love, spewing his pathetic rambles of “Lovely results, don’t you agree? Lovely just like me! Aren’t I the fairest of all? Hey, hey– I’m perfect, aren’t I? Please, I’ve done so much for you. If you say no, I’ll cry!” and “I’m doing so well, have you heard? You see–You see! I'm perfect for you!”. They had taken to flat out ignoring him, hoping that he’d just move on when he finally took the hint that they weren’t interested. They tried to be polite at first but they were sick of it. They were sick of him. Was this just a game to him? What was wrong with him? Why was he like this all of a sudden? They just wanted this all to stop. They were tired.

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The sharp clacks of high heeled shoes can be heard heading out of a room used for Alchemy lessons. Vil practically waltzes down the hall, proudly admiring his work; These potions will surely help him win their heart! A few flasks contained shimmering, vibrant substances that he planned on integrating into his beauty routine. Surely a few cosmetic potions would help him look exquisite enough to catch their attention. A little something to make his hair silkier here and a bit of magical cologne there would surely be enough to garner him at least a few extra seconds of their gaze. He fantasizes about how they might react to seeing him after these new additions to his beauty regimen. Would they look at him with a dewy-eyed desire? Perhaps reluctant admiration would be more realistic? Maybe they would even seek him out to compliment him, thus giving him the pleasure of basking in their presence! He sighs dreamily as he safely pockets these concoctions in the inner pocket of his jacket. He then reaches to the pocket of his pants to remove a vial of viscous, lime green poison. With the dreamy look still glistening in his eyes, he continues his daydreaming. Swirling the liquid around the tube it’s contained in, he fantasizes about using it against anyone that might be foolish enough to try and steal his dearest away from him or, Sevens forbid, try to ruin their perfection by corrupting their mind or marring their body! He had no set target in mind upon the initial brewing of this poison, but he’d prefer to have it just in case. He didn’t plan on using it unless he felt it was absolutely necessary. He knew how much of a kind heart his dearest one possessed. They would almost certainly react unfavorably if they found out he had poisoned someone for them, even if said person was a threat. He would hate to give them any reason to despise him, especially given the reluctance they exhibited to his advances thus far. But he would rather be safe than sorry. He was sure that he would end up needing it at some point. What if some brainless oaf tried to taint their perfection? Or some jealous brute tried to hurt them because of the attention he was lavishing them with? Or, Vil seethes at the very thought, what if that insolent brat Neige LeBlanche tries to steal them from him- like he has so many of the things that he so rightfully deserved? No, he wouldn’t let them be taken from him! They meant more to him than any acting role– any prestige or popularity– ever could. He needed to keep them safe, keep their perfect self from being tainted by all the unworthy spuds that surround them. Only he comes close enough to perfection to truly appreciate them. Only he has earned the right to their attention.

“VIL!” A loud shriek from the other end of the hall, followed by a quick succession of heavy footfalls interrupted his thoughts. He swiftly pocketed the vial of poison and turned to glare at the interruption. His eyes fell upon the girl from a few weeks ago. The one who had practically thrown a tantrum after seeing Vil lavish his attention and care upon his dearest [Name] instead of her petulant self. His face twisted into a scowl of disgust as the girl closed the distance between the two of them.

“How could you do this to me, Vil?! I went through all that effort– gathering ingredients, learning how to make the damn thing, hiding it from teachers and classmates and everyone– all to make that love potion for you! And you don’t even fall for me?! No! That slut had to get in my way, didn’t they! Why couldn’t they have just minded their damn business and left us alone!” The girl fumed, jutting about with jagged motions. She was near inconsolable, desperately reaching out to grasp onto Vil’s arm, uniform– anything she could get her hands on. Only to be met with a harsh tug, as Vil pulled himself out of her grasp, and a scathing glare. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Vil’s voice was calm and cold, dripping with more venom than a snake’s fangs. He painstakingly brushes off his uniform and gloves, as if the mere touch of the girl was enough to bespeckle his pristine form with grime.

Not being blind to the intentions behind his actions, the girl simply grits her teeth and continues ranting; “It was supposed to be me! You should have looked at me first– you should have fallen in love with me! But that nuisance of a classmate of yours just HAD to get in the way! Why did someone as pathetic and worthless as th–ecck!”

Before she could finish her sentence, she found that one of Vil’s gloved hands had shot out and wrapped around her throat, leaving her to sputter and gasp for air.

“How dare you.” It started out as a murmur. A deadly whisper. His blonde locks parting to expose his purple eyes, dappled with pink, brimming like cauldrons with contents far deadlier than any poison he had ever brewed.

“How dare you try to sully their name with that foul mouth of yours! You are a loathsome piece of filth! What makes you think you could even be worthy of my attention?! What makes you think you could even come close to comparing to them?!” Despite the girl trying to pry his hands from her neck, his grip is unfaltering. He meets her resistance with only more hostility, pushing her and allowing her to fall and smack her head against the cold stone floor. As she tried to recover, she found a sharp heel digging into her stomach. Her desperate eyes met the cruel expression on Vil’s face.

“In a normal situation, I would have preferred to spare more of my attention to the muck on the bottom of my shoes than to the likes of you. But this isn’t a normal situation, now is it?” He presents the girl with a cold, closed eye smile. Any coherent words that the girl may have used to respond with are lost to yelps and whimpers as Vil’s heel presses further into her flesh, blood starting to pool and soak into her clothes. His smile drops upon the utterance of his next words, being replaced with a dead eyed stare; “You insulted them. My beloved. My dearest one. My most precious love! The most perfect person I have ever had the honor of laying my eyes upon! And you have the nerve to speak ill of such a sublime being.”

He cracks his knuckles and closes in on the girl, chuckling to himself as she desperately tries to distance herself from him. “You’ve certainly earned what is coming to you.”

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[Name] was making their way down the corridor, adjusting the straps of their pack and fantasizing about returning to their dorm room for some much needed downtime. Lessons had finished a couple of hours ago, but they and a few friends had met up for some studying before an important test. Vil had eagerly offered to tutor them on the subject but they immediately refused his offer. For the last few months, Schoenheit had been utterly insufferable. Refusing to leave them alone, he seemed to have devoted himself entirely to gaining their attention. He always wanted to spend time with them, both in and out of classes; offering unwanted advice about fashion and appearances along with offers for makeovers and self care days provided by him in his dorm room, as well as smothering them with attention, compliments, and gifts. They knew he liked them. It wasn’t hard to tell given the fact that they’ve had to turn down his confessions and actions numerous times already, but he just wouldn’t take the hint and leave them alone. What happened to him in the first place? He wasn’t always like this.

Once upon a time, it had been them who was pining for him. He was so regal, so sophisticated, so breathtakingly beautiful that they couldn’t help but fall for him. But they found out what the real Vil was like. They had tried asking him out, offering him flowers that they had grown, a hand drawn card, and a box of homemade chocolates. They knew they didn’t have enough money to buy anything that would even come close to the standard that Vil must experience as a famous actor, so they thought that handmade gifts would be better. Besides being more affordable, they also felt more genuine. They had put blood, sweat, and tears into making his gifts- quite literally since the flowers were a hassle to grow and often pricked them with their thorns. And how did he respond to their efforts? He laughed. He unleashed his barbed tongue, lashing them with his scathing words, and tossed the gifts in the nearest waste bin. It took time, and more tears than they wanted to admit, to get over this rejection but they had finally recovered. And now he wants back into their life? He tried to apologize and make up for the past. But it was too late for that. The damage had been done. Now, they wanted nothing more than to prove to him just how little they needed him. They didn’t need his gifts; often giving them to friends and classmates who had a greater need for them. They didn’t need his compliments. They had learned to love themself without the input from people like him. They especially didn’t need him to tutor them. They had their actual friends to help them with that.

Speaking of which, those friends had already parted a few minutes ago after some pleasant conversation and a chorus of ‘byes’. Ace and Deuce headed back for the Heartslabyul dorm, Epel for Pomefiore, Ruggie to Savanaclaw, and so on. They decided to close the distance between themselves and their dorm by passing through the hallways of the building they were in so they could exit out the other side. Any excuse to stay inside longer. To avoid the biting cold they knew awaited them outside these halls. Spring break was growing near yet it was still far too cold to be comfortable. They had their earbuds in listening to some upbeat music as a means to reward themself after all the work they had done while studying. They sauntered down the hallway, moving to the music, confident that no one else would be around to see them. As they made their way through halls and past classrooms, they thought they could hear some distant sounds over the music. They stopped their melody-fueled movements and removed an earbud. The sounds of a scuffle made itself clear as soon as their hearing was no longer muffled by the music. They quickly paused their song and stuffed their earbuds in their pocket. So what if they got tangled wires! Someone was in trouble!

Despite wanting to help, they still chose to be cautious. They made their way steadily, yet stealthily, to the source of the noise. The noise was close, just around the corner. They quickly pressed some buttons on their phone, drawing up the camera feature to peek around the corner without making their presence known. What they saw shocked them to their core. They saw Vil sitting in a mounted position atop another person. He was holding them down and beating them with his fist. They could barely make out any details about the person he was doing this to. There was too much blood. It pooled on the stone floor beneath the victim’s head, splattered on the walls, caked their face with a layer of dried-on grime that mingled with the fresh liquid– in the form of blood and tears– drawn out after each punch, and clung to the fabric of Vil’s gloves and clothes. They felt a queasiness pool in their gut at the squelchy ‘schmack’ sounds made after each hit, at the crimson being flung to all the surfaces in the vicinity of the violence. Vil suddenly stopped, letting his hands rest on either side of the person's head, staring down at their beaten form beneath him as he let out panting breaths.  

A quiet whimper filled the air as the person beneath Vil gained the strength to speak.

“Why, Vil … I loved you … I did this … for you … Made it … for you … All … for you …” She, since you could now tell by her voice that this person was likely a she, let out raspy breaths between each thing she said. She sputtered through the blood oozing out of her mouth to let out her small pleas for answers.

They nearly held their breath after this, trying to steady their breathing in the newfound quiet. They didn’t want Vil to know they were here. They thought the way he was acting recently was weird, but they never thought he'd go this far! They hoped he would be satisfied with the damage he had caused and just leave. Without him here, they could get her to the infirmary. Without him here, they could breathe easily again. Just please … let him leave. Their thoughts froze when they heard a shuddering chuckle. It started as a low laugh, quiet and breathy, before slowly rising in volume. They could see him shudder between giggles before throwing his head back as he let out a noise that could only be described as a cackle. A maniacal laugh that was punctuated by gasps for air. The sinister noise filled the hallway like a rolling fog, consuming anything within its vicinity in an aura of terror. They could feel the chills crawling up their spine, their knees turning to jello and threatening to give out beneath them, and goosebumps coating their skin in waves. They desperately clamped a hand over their mouth to prevent any involuntary noises of fear from escaping them– alerting this madman to their whereabouts.

And then, he spoke.

“You just don’t get it do you? What makes you think I would ever stoop low enough to even consider harboring feelings beyond contempt for a pathetic little thing such as yourself? You’re a fool to think I could ever love you. Even with the help of a love potion, you'd still be the detestable little fly that refuses to stop buzzing around me. I’ve read the letters you so obsessively sent to me. What a laugh!”

Vil’s voice takes on a tone of mocking imitation “ ‘A letter penned with charm and wit.’ What a baseless claim! Even with all the work you say you put into them, somehow the feelings never did fit, did they? To say ’I love you from afar’, as filthy a creature you are!” A jarring laugh cuts through the air as he continues with a quiet, cruel tone. “It’s not enough– You’re not enough. Just not enough… Only they are enough for me. They are perfection itself. They are everything I could ever need. And I will become everything they could ever want. And you… You tried to stand in my way.”

A small whimper echoes around the hall as Vil’s sharp, manicured nails dug into the girl's skin. His expression is hauntingly blank. Only his eyes reflect the sheer hatred that seethes forth from him.

“You want to keep us apart. You want to take me from them. Steal my time. My attention. My love! Steal it from the person who it rightfully belongs to. Who I want nothing more than to devote it to. All because you think that you alone are deserving of me? Don’t you get it?! My love for them is just too big, you filthy detestable pig!!”

As his yelling crescendos, he presses her shoulders further into the ground. Her pained noises seem to spur him on, as he continues with a sadistic grin. “And isn’t this so much more fun?! As you so needlessly keep repeating, ‘You did this all for me’ didn’t you? You pestered me like the bothersome little gnat you are, even going so far as drugging me just so I’d spare you a second glance. Such a shame that your plan didn’t work out the way you’d hoped.” Vil seemed to take on an air of fake pity before twisting into an expression of sheer smugness. “You should be thankful that I’m even sparing the time from my busy schedule to personally handle a pest like you. But I guess I should be more appreciative, shouldn’t I? If it hadn’t been for you drugging me with that love potion, I never would have come to the realization that I was in the presence of the perfect angel that is my lovely [Name]. I should reward you for that, should I not?” Reaching into his pocket, he gingerly removed a vial of lime green sludge and swirled it for the girl to see. “Don’t worry, this poison is relatively fast acting so you won’t have to wait very long for it to kick in. I can’t promise that it'll be painless though~”

They watched as Vil’s hand clamped around the girl's jaw, forcing her mouth open. Just as he was about to pop the cork off the bottle, they felt themself lurch into action. Pocketing their phone and tearing into their bag, they grab the first book that their fingers circle around.

Rounding the corner they hurl the book with all their might towards the man, while shouting at the top of their lungs: “Get away from her!”

Despite falling short of its target, the loud thump of the book along with their yell was enough to distract the man from spilling the poison down the girl’s throat. Both pairs of eyes flit over in their direction. Vil’s eyes, initially filled with bloodlust and rage at being interrupted from sealing the fate of this thorn in his side, quickly switches to panic as he recognizes the interrupter as the very person he was devoting this attack to.

“My love! This isn’t what it looks like, I-I…I swear!” He quickly stoppers the vial and puts it in his pocket, positioning himself in a way to better face them and raising his bloodied palms to them as if that would exemplify innocence. Their knuckles whitened around the strap of their pack as they readied another book to use as a projectile.

“I don’t want to hear it, Vil. Just– just get away from her!” They did everything in their power to appear as intimidating as they could. To push down the waves of fear coursing through them. To stop the shaking that would have otherwise wracked their body and seized their voice. They had to be strong. For their sake and the sake of that girl. Any sign of weakness from the prey could inspire the predator to strike.

“[Name] please, you have to understand. She was a threat to us–”

“There’s no ‘us’ Vil! There never has been— there never will be! I don’t care what you think she’s done! How could you do this to her– to anyone?! You’re sick! Just get back!”

Vil looked as if he had been struck. His eyes were hurt and pleading. They’d almost say he looked like a kicked puppy, if it wasn’t for all the blood staining him and the rest of this horrid scene. This distraction on Vil’s part was enough for the girl under him to point a bloodied, shaky finger at them. Her expression was desperate and pleading, but her eyes: Her eyes were vindictive. Her eyes were blaming.

“You…” She spoke with a wavering voice “...did this… You need to help me… It’s your fault after all! This would have never happened if you had ju–Mmph!”

Vil slapped his hand over the girl's mouth, slamming her head back against the ground. Within an instant, his hurt expression had been replaced with the cruel glare that he now directed at the girl. “You shut your filthy mouth! They have the kindness to try to spare you from the fate that you so rightfully deserve! To pardon you from all the misdeeds that you have so carelessly affronted them with– and in response to their boundless patience you only try to insult them more?! You’re even more despicable than I thought you could be.” His expression softened as he turned back to them, moving to stand up and approach. “Darling, don’t listen to her. None of the blame rests on your shoulders, I assure you. It’s all her fault.” He turns to glare at the girl as he says this before turning back with a look that could almost be considered soft. He advanced towards them slowly, as if he was approaching a skittish animal. “I know you're a kind soul. I know you don’t like innocent people getting hurt. But I can assure you, this one is not innocent. They’re not worthy of your kindness. I’m just doing this to protect you– to protect us! She would have gotten in our way. You have to believe me!…My–my love? My love, you’re shaking…”

Despite their best attempts to keep their fear from presenting itself, they couldn’t stop the quacks that wracked their entire body. They clenched onto their school bag like it was a lifeline, holding it in front of them like a shield. “You’re sick, Vil! You’re a– a monster! Stay…stay back! Stay away from me!!”

He took in the sight of their fear with a look of terror adorning his own face. He never wanted this. He wanted their attention to be on him– yes– but not in this way! He wanted their love! Their affection! Their adoration! He wanted them to care for him as he did them. He never wanted them to fear him– much less have to fear anything! How could he protect them from their fear if he was the source of it?

“Wait, [Name]! Please don’t be scared of me! I-I’m not going to hurt you- WAIT!” He shouts the final word as his nearing presence had finally become too much for them to bear.

They hurled the bag at him as hard as they could before sprinting down the hall. They were running on pure instinct, the adrenaline coursing through their system fueling their flight. Their thoughts were limited, focusing solely on getting away from Vil and getting help. They just had to make it out of this building and into a more populated area. Sharp clacking sounds followed behind them, along with shouts of “[Name], come back!” and “Please, [Name]!”. The sounds were getting closer and closer. They could see an exit in front of them. The door loomed ahead, like a beacon of light guiding them out of the darkness. It was Twenty feet away now. Fifteen feet away. Ten feet. Nine. Eight. Seven–

Just as they reached out, hoping to feel their fingers encircle the cold metal knob– to twist it beneath their grasp, to throw their weight against the door, to allow the biting cold of the outside world to wash over them– they instead felt slender fingers grasping around their bicep, yanking them back just far enough to leave them grasping at the air instead of the handle. Falling back a bit from the force of the tug, they felt something encircling them, effectively pinning their arms to their side. They could hear his gasps for breath, feel his chest as it rapidly rose and fell against their back. He was dragging them– nearly carrying them– into a nearby classroom. They kicked and writhed, fought and screamed. Throwing their head back in hopes of smacking against his nose and swinging their legs back to try to hit him in a spot they knew would stun him for just long enough to give them the upper hand. Fighting tooth and nail. Doing anything they could to escape the man holding them back from their freedom. From help. From safety. But he was stronger than them.

Damn his acting career for training him in ways to fight and defend himself! Damn his workout routine for ensuring that he was fit! Damn everything about him! Damn it all!

But it was too late.

Pushing open the door to the classroom, he pulled them inside. Twisting round, he slammed his back against the door– sealing it shut with his body weight. They could hear him panting, feel it tickling their ears and touseling their hair. The heave of his chest against their back rivaling their own frantic breaths. He gripped onto them like he was a drowning man holding onto a life preserver. They tried to wriggle from his arms but he would only hug them closer to himself, as if they’d vanish if he so much as loosened his grip.

Between heaving breaths, he panted out: “[Name]… Please…Please, just listen to me. I can explain.”

They froze in their struggle, faking compliance so they could bid time until he eventually lowered his guard. He took their stillness as a sign to continue.

“You have to understand; I wasn’t going to hurt you. I would never hurt you! There’s no need to run from me. I was just trying to protect you. She would have only gotten between us! If she had her way, she would have taken me from you! She was desperate– crazy even! She would have tried to hurt you, I know it! I couldn’t have that happen!!”

As much as they wanted to snap at him, yell back about how he’s in no position to be calling someone crazy, they chose to take the safe route. Being antagonistic would only make him more unhinged and dangerous than he already was. If they tried to talk to him calmly, maybe they could get him to loosen his grip enough to be able to escape his arms and put some distance between them. With a shaky voice, from both nerves and from trying to catch their breath, they respond; 

“Vil…Ple–Please let me go. You’re hurting me.” They reached up to his arms, softly placing their hands on them in a way that could be interpreted as a reassuring caress but which was actually their preparation to rip his arms away at a moment's notice. It took everything in them to not recoil in revulsion and terror when they felt him bury his face in the crook of their neck. They could feel something wet staining their shoulder as he seemed to convulse; Was he crying? They could feel his breath escape in gasps as each sob echoed from him.

“It’s agony…” he whispered “I just can’t bear being away from you. I can’t bear it when you look at me with such disdain and fear. I’m going insane, I love you so much! Why can’t you see, it’s hurting me my sweet! Please just make the pain go away!” He burrowed his face further against their shoulder as he wept.

“It’s… it’s okay. We can… we can fix this. That girl drugged you with a love potion, didn’t she? We can get you an antidote. I’m sure Professor Crewel should be able to get you one. Then you won’t be in pain anymore!” They ended off with an optimistic tone, hoping that he would just go along with the plan.

There was a long pause. Neither of them spoke. Neither even moved. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, loosening his arms ever so slightly. They could see his hands shaking, feeling him quivering like a leaf in a windstorm against them. They tried to soothe him, gently rubbing his arm to try to coax him into fully letting them go while whispering variations of “It’s okay” and “You’ll be okay”. They felt him tense up and fall still. What happened? Did they push too far too fast?

Any hope they had that this situation could still be fixed was dashed when they felt his crushing grip return even tighter than before.

“… no. No, I won’t lose you. I don’t care if this is because of some love potion, my feelings for you are real! It simply helped me see. That’s it! It helped me see that you’re the only one for me! You’re all I love. You’re all I need! I thought I wanted the eyes of this whole rotting world, but I know now! All I need is your eyes on me!” If they could only see his face, they’d see the desperately lovesick look painting his features. “Love me I beg– just love me I beg! Take it! All of me! Just let me be yours! And you’ll be mine! I’ll take your grief and bury the key! I’ll give you everything you could possibly want! All I ask is for you to be mine!”

They writhed in panic at the extent of his mania. “Vil, please! There’s still time! We can still fix this! We can still get you the potion! We can get the girl to a healer and–”

“–Why do you care about her?! Why do you care about any of them?! I’m the best— aren’t I? I am the best, in our class they attest, I’m a boy far above all the rest. I’m better than those two friends of yours! Those fools Ace and Deuce— what do they have that I don’t?! I won’t be bested by all of the rest— of this pitiful school, I’m the head! What do you want me to change? I will be better for you! I’m better than those two, better than all! But you still prefer them. What must I do to have you look only at me?!”

In a burst of emotion, they tore his arms off of them. Scrambling away, they cowered behind a row of desks to force some distance between them. Their plan to try to calm him being thrown out the window in the face of these overwhelming emotions. Terror. Resentment. Rage. It had all boiled up inside of them and bubbled over.

“Why do I prefer them? Why do I prefer them?! Why the hell do you think Vil?! Maybe it’s because they’re my friends! Because they never hurt me like you did! Because they never made me fear for my life! Or overwhelmed me with gifts in some desperate attempt to buy my love! Maybe it’s because I don’t fucking hate them!” They continued shifting away, trying to distance themself from him as they yelled.

Now that they had broken away from him, they got a good look at his face. Mascara-laced tears streaked down his cheeks. There were flecks of blood splattered across him in splotchy patches. His eyes were wide and wild, making the pink streaks in his irises all the more clear to see. The desperate looking expression was only accentuated by the words that came out of his mouth:

“Please [Name]… Please don’t get angry…” [Name] watched with bated breath as Vil moved towards them, leaving the door unguarded. “Please don’t get angry. Don’t leave and abandon me. Please never say you won’t stay. I’m drowning in pain whenever you look at me with such hatred. It’s a curse in the brain! Take it–please take it away!”

But it seems he’s far too late.

They threw themselves over the row of desks, propelling themselves towards the door. They felt the sharp pang of pain spread through them as their body slammed into the floor. They could already feel bruises blossoming as they pushed themselves up and jolted for the door. The cool metal of the handle twisted under their grip, allowing the wooden door to start creaking open.

But a force pushes it back into place. The door slams shut again. They wrench at the knob, desperately throwing their weight back to try to pry it open, before noticing the hands on either side of their head. Vil was pushing the door closed, pinning them against its surface while doing so. They cowered against the hard wood, desperately wishing it would just engulf them and let them pass through. Vil’s expression was completely unreadable. His head was down, letting his hair block any glimpses at his expression. Refusing to lift his head and look at them, Vil moves his hands to hold their shoulders. He slowly collapses to his knees, his hands trailing down their arms until he reached their hands. Taking them in his, he gingerly leads them to his face. Ever so gently, he presses his forehead against the hands that he clasped in his own, allowing himself to graze over their skin as he lifts his head. He presses his lips against their knuckles with a reverent devotion, eyes trailing up to look upon their face. They could see the obsession swirling in his eyes. The normally purple iris tinged with pink, as well as little white hearts dotting about where normal light reflections would be, and with tears spilling forth. They could feel his hot breath brush against their hands, the vile concoction of mascara-blackened tears mixed with the splatters of blood wetting their skin. Fueled by fear and disgust, they pry their now slick hands from his grasp. Without missing a beat, Vil’s arms snake around their thighs. Fingers intertwining themselves into the fabric of their clothes, he buries his face into the cloth. The tears and blood seep into the fabric. Low, barely audible murmurs spill from Vil’s lips. They sound like gibberish at first, before gaining enough clarity and volume to be coherent.

“…Love me … Just love me … Please love me…”

There was a ringing in their ears and a pain in their chest. It was all too much. The fear was overwhelming. Weeks of resentment had built up to this moment. Tears spilled from their eyes. They snapped.

“How could I ever love you! With everything you put me through! You hurt me! You hurt others! I’ll never love you! This isn’t healthy, Vil!! Just stop this, please!” With each word they utter, they feel him cower and quake. “Just stop it!! Please stop it! Please!” Their words trailed off in a series of sobs and hiccups. If they hadn’t been preoccupied with their own wracking sobs, they would have noticed that Vil had fallen still. It was like a switch had been flipped. His murmuring started back up again, far clearer and louder than before.

“ … Give me your love … give me your love … give me your love … More and more, just give me your love! Love me I say– Love me away! Until I’m not completely sane!” He tilts his head up to look at them, parting the blonde curtains before his eyes. The same swirls of obsession dance around, intermingling with a fiery determination. “Look only at me! Please, I’m begging you! I will become all you could ever need! Just look at me and me alone!” Flecks of what appeared to be guilt and desperation joined in with the frenzy of emotions swirling about his eyes. He caught hold of their hand again, pressing their palm against the spot right atop his heart. “People just…people just– they’re not enough! Only you're enough! You just don’t understand yet. But that’s okay! This is all just too much to take in at once! There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ll help you! I’ll shower you with my love so that you’ll never be able to deny it! We can be happy together, I promise! I just know that you’re perfect for me. And I’m perfect for you~  I won’t give up on you! I won’t let you go. There’s no other way for me to do this . . . Sorry for what’s coming.”

Those final words sent a spike of dread into their gut. In a last ditch effort, they try to push Vil over and run. Their shove is enough to throw him off balance at least, as they move to the side to escape his range. They’re not fast enough however. His hand shoots out and grasps their ankle as they try to flee. The force yanking them back is enough to send them tumbling to the floor. Their kicks and scurries aren’t enough to ward him off as he throws himself over them and straddles their waist. Vil gently cradles their face in his hands, softly caressing their cheeks as they get a clear look at his wild, mournful eyes and the smile that could've been considered reassuring if not for the situation at hand. Then his hands slipped from their face to their throat. Fingers encircling their skin as he grasps tightly. He gently shushes their protests, promising that “Everything will be okay” and that they “just have to go to sleep for a bit”. They can feel their lungs crying out for air, little black speckles filling the edges of their vision. They scratch desperately at his hands but he doesn’t budge, his gloves likely providing him with some protection. Their mind is addled and gradually ceases functioning. With the last remaining scrap of air in their body, they choke out a desperate;

“…Vi– … Plea– …”

Vil’s hands loosen for a mere second. He looks at them with a pitying look as more tears well up in his eyes. He coos out “Oh, my dear [Name] …” before resuming his efforts.

“I’m sorry, my love. I never wanted to do this to you. I don’t want to hurt you. But I have to! You’d run if I didn’t! And I can’t lose you to anyone, not even yourself. I’m going to take good care of you. I promise! You will want for nothing. I will give you everything you could possibly want! I will pamper you and cherish you! I’ll do anything for you! Just go to sleep. Sleep, darling. And when you wake, I'll be there to take care of you~”

And so, with no other choice, they did just that.

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

AU where Izuku says yes when Shoto asks him if he's All Mights secret love child.

he says yes because in his panicked brain, it's an easier explanation than why he has the same quirk and hangs out with All Might all the time. Todoroki then questions him about his upbringing, comparing it to his history of abuse. Izuku mixes in a nugget of truth when he says his dad wasn't around that often. But whenever he does spent time with him, he's always really nice and supportive. Todoroki is disappointed, hoping on some level his father's abuse wasn't an isolated problem and that all the biggest heroes were secretly terrible people. Why, he's not sure. Maybe to feel less alone. Either way, he storms off just the same.

Izuku almost forgets that part of the conversation under all of Todoroki's trauma dumping, that is until he asks him about it again at the end of the day. He promises to keep it secret of course, but now he wants to be Izuku's friend and ask him what it was like growing up in his situation. Izuku's initial plan was to act like he wasn't supposed to tell Todoroki so he wouldn't act strange around All Might, but it turns out Todoroki is a terrible liar and All Might picks up on something strange right away the next day in class.

He thinks at first that Izuku went and told someone else about One for All, and calls him into a meeting to scold him. But when Izuku confesses the truth, he bursts out laughing. Not only does he not mind playing pretend a little, he thinks the whole situation is hilarious. He even passes the rumor on to Nezu and Aizawa for a laugh, to which Aizawa replies, "he's not?"

Izuku thinks it's weird the amount of effort All Might puts in to maintaining the lie for one person's sake. He starts bringing him bentos in addition to inviting him for lunch, pats his head more often, and in general lets a little more bias slip through. Todoroki swears he didn't tell, but by the time of the summer training camp, the rumor about Izuku being All Might's secret kid is considered an open secret amongst the class. The only one not convinced is Bakugou, who remembers seeing Izuku's real dad when they were kids, and is convinced Izuku is gaslighting him like he did with his quirk.

After Kamino, when Izuku and All Might reunite on the beach, All Might tries to lighten the mood with a joke about how he couldn't leave he beloved son fatherless. Izuku asks him if he ever thought about having kids of his own, to which All Might says he used to think about it in a vague sense, but gave it up when he received One for All. When Izuku asks if he has any regrets about that, he says no, that if he did have kids of his own, he may not have met Izuku. He cries and hugs him again.

[samuraiondo-mace-1177]

I have an AO3 now so tell me if ya would rather have it put on there! :]

I can't stress enough about how hard it is to write like a proper fanfic when you've been scriptwriting for a while, so I apologise for the quality

(I felt like I had to write like a fanfic instead of showing you guys script cuz I'm sure you'd be bored reading that)

oh god oh jeez oh fuckk uhhh

Nanba and Asahi, everyone :]

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Night settled over Yokohama. Distant twinkling stars blurred with Isezaki Road's overwhelming neon lights. Cars drove through the days-old puddles from the last spring shower.

It had been a standard shift for Nanba. The same as any other day. As tiring and brain-numbing as it was to be a Medical Equipment Instructor, he found himself with a pep in his step.

He'd planned out his entire evening. Stop by somewhere for dinner, grab stuff for tomorrow, and relax by catching up with the manga he read back in medical school.

Nanba turned out of North Isezaki Road, down past the Revengebooks shop on Tsurukame Highway. Humming 'Baka Mitai' as he sauntered along.

He flicked his wrist out of his pocket, and pulled back his sleeve to reveal his leather-strapped watch.

21:03

Nanba slid his arm back into his trouser pocket.

Ever since he left the hospital, one question kept its claws in his brain.

What was he gonna get for dinner? It had to be cheap but filling. He wasn't gonna try something new, that's for sure, but what? It wasn't gonna be curry either – his garden hadn't grown much, and anywhere selling carrots or potatoes would've been shut around then.

"Hmm... maybe here would be good."

An aroma of rich soy sauce and faint spices drifted through the air – coming out from the Poppo ahead on the corner.

"They've probably just finished cooking Karaage and Korokke... maybe I should pick some up..." Nanba muttered.

He continued down the pavement until he noticed a stranger.

Man. Mid-late 20s. Western origin. Skin as white as foamed waves, with a mottled, bumpy scar that took over the right side of his face and neck.

The stranger ran his hand through his tousled, wavy chestnut hair – sighing as he looked over at the homeless camp across the road.

His dull teal waistcoat struck out against his charcoal formal shirt and light-grey suit trousers.

The man looked over at Nanba – the two held eye contact.

One eye was covered by a cloth eyepatch. The other was half open, heavy bags, with a lifeless sage green pupil that hooked onto Nanba's warm, hickory eyes.

They both swiftly looked in opposite directions, in fear of being caught staring for too long...

Until they found themselves face-to-face, outside of the Poppo's doors.

The man was a bit taller than Nanba, maybe just by a few inches.

Despite his intimidating appearance, the man was intensely blushing and sweating from the interaction, and proceded to make a straight b-line to the manga section. It was almost robotic-like in nature.

Nanba brushed off the situation and went around the shop like usual. Getting random snacks for movie watching or his game sessions with Ichiban. Drinks, sweets, and other generic supplies. Including, a copy of the Manga he was going to binge read for the evening.

He went to the final aisle, looking for tomorrow's lunch.

A sandwich? Onigiri? Nah, they were good, but they're more of a snack food, something you'd grab on your break. Maybe a bento box? They're pre-packaged and still taste pretty good when microwaved.

The question then was; which bento was he gonna pick? The luxury Yakuniku? Nah, that was a costly ¥2980... Guess it had to be the standard ¥800 lunch set...

Nanba, distracted, accidentally placed his hand on something else when reaching for a set.

"Huh?"

It was someone's hand.

His eyes trailed along their arm, up to their face.

It was the man from earlier...

Nanba watched as the stranger's one wide eye kept switching focus between him and their hands. His face washed over with pink - he was so warm, you could practically feel the heat emiting from his face.

He quickly snapped his hand back and sheepishly scratched his nape.

"You can- You can take the Bento set... I'll just grab a different one." He murmured as he inched to the side.

Nanba turned his head slightly and lifted an eyebrow.

"I'll grab a different one. Your hand was already on it." Nanba replied. It wasn't a big deal to him since he was the one who accidentally touched this guy's hand.

"Se-Seriously! You can just take the bento!" He continued, whilst his head dug into his shoulder as he waved his hand frantically.

"Uh... Sure then...?"

Nanba grabbed the set and tucked it into his arms, along with the other groceries. He spun on his heels, facing the cash register with its stone-faced employee.

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The man sighed with relief and grabbed a bento box, whilst Nanba went to pay.

After exchanging a light 'irasshaimase' and an 'arigato gozaimasu', Nanba grabbed his box of Karrage and left to head home.

When the man plucked up the courage to finally pay for his own stuff, he noticed something slipped out of Nanba's arms.

He slammed a 1000円 bill down on the counter, grabbed the item, and darted out the Poppo.

"SIR!"

"Huh?"

Nanba stood outside Sakura Lane, waiting for whatever this wreck had to desperately tell him.

The man slouched, slightly squatting, as he caught his breath with his head hung low. He shook his manga volume infront of Nanba.

"Ya... Ya left this..."

Nanba turned the volume to the side, and pushed it back to the man.

"That isn't mine. I already have that one."

"Haw? Oh, that isn't it..."

He flipped his hand around to reveal a box of Pocky.

"I found it on the floor... after you left..."

"Oh, uh thanks... uhm..."

"Ah! The name's Ito. Asahi Ito."

"Thanks, Ito-san."

"You're welcome-... I didn't catch yer name..."

"I'm Nanba."

"Yer welcome then, Nanba-san!"

The two silently stared at each other.

Asahi tapped his pockets, and started to back away with a straight mouth.

"Well then... I'll be seein ya around then Nanba-san!" Asahi said. "Have a nice night!"

"You too, Ito-san..." Nanba muttered. "How the hell did his demeanour just... shift? He was like an entirely separate guy?"

Nanba shrugged it off as whatever and left for his apartment.

I'll answer yer question: "Why is Asahi so nervous in this? I thought he was flirtatious and outgoing?"

I've stated before that his outgoing-ness is a mask, and him being goofy is his true self. He can be flirtatious, but it's more with close friends or strangers he didn't hold eye contact with for more than two seconds and then proceed to talk to. In addition, the character got dumped a couple months prior to when this is set, so I felt like his social anxiety would be off the charts.

"His awkwardness is unrealistic :("

*autistically stares at you with generalised anxiety disorder and severe social anxiety* Ok, but seriously, this is kinda more of an exaggeration, but I used to be like this so it's more closer to my past self.

"You shouldn't have used 'lifeless pupil' for Asahi since he is very much alive"

I agree with ya there, altho, the point was supposed to be 'he seemed lifeless behind the eyes' if that makes sense? Also giving this idea that Asahi seems like a cold, heartless being to juxtapose against his actual interactions plus Nanba in this scene. Like, they both feel unworthy of love, but Nanba has started to learn he is worthy, whilst Asahi is still stuck believing he isn't.

(sorry, I love analysing my fanfics and OCs. If this was set at an earlier point in the day, you would've heard me rant about flower language too (GOD I LOVE FLOWER LANGUAGE AND HANAKOTOBA)

The reason for a fanfic, and not a comic, is actually because of I wasn't able to get a good reference.

(my hair looks like Nanba's and IW Kiryu's atm shsjdgsk)

[phasmascript]

@vulpesly asked: 👫 for kitamura and haruki? and/or itou and tachi? :3

« Kitamura likes to take Haruki out to do normal things when they both have the off time. In a way it’s a bit fun for Kitamura himself since he didn’t have the most normal childhood, but he more so wants Haruki to experience a childhood in some sense, no matter how late that it may be. Like amusement parks, museums, aquariums, and zoos. All sorts of fun things Haruki never got to experience. Kitamura might be strict at times, but he honestly has a very soft spot for Haruki. 

« The thought of eventually teaching Haruki to drive- uh- it scares him. He’d sooner trust Jono or Teruko to drive a vehicle than Haruki. He thinks his student would be far more chaotic on the road- and he doesn’t want to know if Haruki might have road rage. Leave any cases of driving to him.

« When Kitamura has a blind date- he gives Haruki a documentary to watch with a 50 question test and 2 page essay to write. He hopes that’s long enough for his date to happen. If Haruki passes- he gets praise and some takeout from whatever restaurant Kitamura met his date at. 

« Itou likes to make Tachihara bentos/meals that can easily be reheated in a microwave considering Tachihara’s lack of cooking skills. Itou doesn’t make them as cute or fun as it’s meant to be reheated and eaten after some time. Normally its meals similar to what he preps throughout the week for lunches or late nights at work. Itou much prefers cooking his food fresh and at home. Tachihara is more than welcomed to follow and share a meal with him. 

« Tachihara has most likely received numerous calls from Itou on his off days. The guy is a bit clueless to how cities work and tends to get himself either hopelessly lost or in some awkward situation. 10/10 Itou has been conned and scammed at least once 

« Twice a year camping trips, and at least one of them involving hiking. Itou might not notice if things are too difficult considering he’s been through the surgery, but! If Tachihara gets tired, Itou will find them a spot to take a break and look around at all the plants and flowers and shar what he knows about them. Even which ones they could use for cooking or as a snack. 

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

She's Gonna Be Popular-Chap 1 (Anarcia)

It's here, the She's All That AU! Also, I don't have much to say here, so...onto the story!

Read on ao3

Mondays were usually Marcia’s favorite day of the week. Most people hated Mondays, but it was a day Marcia thrived on. It was a fresh start to a brand new week and new opportunities.

Except this particular Monday, this one Marcia loathed.

It was supposed to be their favorite Monday until the cast list for the spring musical got posted from the auditions the Friday before. Their talents and long-acting resume should have made them perfect for the lead role in Hello Dolly.

Both fate and the drama teacher who made the cast list had other plans.

Marcia’s name was nowhere on the list, and her name is never missing from a cast list. She has never been below a supporting character since her first year at theater camp. It’s obviously a miss-print, so it’s an easy fix. Or so she thought it would be.

She already pestered the drama teacher all morning about his mistake.

“Not even understudy? Are you sure this isn’t some mistake? I know there were a lot of auditions this year, but surely you didn’t forget to put my name on the cast list.” Marcia asked after they snuck into the drama classroom in between classes.

The bell rang as she patiently waited for an answer. American Lit class be damned if she’s late. Getting on the cast list was more important.

His response was something she did not want to hear. “Your audition wasn’t up to par this year. You can still work in the crew if you would like,” he told her as he gently locked them out of the drama classroom so he could teach the first-year drama class.

Working in the crew would be the last place she wanted to be right now. Constantly seeing people on the stage where she wasn’t? That sounded like torture.

Marcia was spewing all day. If she wasn’t going to be on the stage, where would her place be in school this semester?

Dropping their bento-style lunch box at their usual spot at the outdoor table, Marcia plopped themself next to Sugar. Not even their favorite turkey and pesto pinwheels and lemon cookies would turn this day around.

“Bad day, Marshall?” Luxx asked from across her seat before putting a forkful of salad into their mouth.

“What the hell will I do this semester if I can’t even be in the stupid musical?” Marcia said as she angrily unzipped the lunchbox sleeve. “I’ll take any suggestions.”

“What about the cheer team? You could ask Jax if they would let you on the squad.” Sugar offered as she picked a couple of almonds from the pile between her and Spice.

Marcia shook her head, “They’re just getting ready to go to Nationals in a month. The only way Jax would even consider putting me on the team is if a whole ‘We Are The Tigers’ situation happened.”

“But our mascot is a ram.” Spice pointed out, tilting her head in confusion.

“It’s a mus- You know what? Not important right now.” Marcia said, not wanting to explain an entire musical to their friend. “What else do we have?”

“You could help with prom. The committee is still looking for juniors to help with planning.” Spice suggested.

Marcia shrugged, “I’d rather be on the prom court than be on the committee hearing people argue about the theming and venues.”

“Yeah, but it’s always the same circle of people that voted onto prom court. It would be cool to see someone who isn’t uber-rich and popular win prom royalty.” Luxx pointed out.

“I think anyone at this school could win that title. As long as they’re hot, it’s an easy win.”

“Sugar, you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

Marcia perked up, looking up in excitement. “I can get anyone at this school voted as prom royalty, and the school won’t have to see another predictable crowning! It’ll be memorable to the whole school, and I can take the credit for it.”

“You want to bet on that, then?” Luxx asked. “You know, the bet?”

Marcia thought for a moment and nodded. “You’re on. Go ahead and pick them out for me.”

“So you’re saying I can pick anyone at this school, then you’d make them win prom royalty?” Luxx looked around the school’s courtyard and set their eyes on a girl with a messy top knot and oversized clothes, quietly reading on an old bench. “I pick her.”

Marcia stared at the girl from afar as the twins looked at Luxx in shock. They’d seen the girl around school a few times but didn’t know much about her.

“Her? Don’t you think that’s a little harsh?” Sugar asked as she pointed to the girl, trying to keep her voice low.

“Yeah, I think she only has one friend, and Sasha graduates this year,” Spice added, her voice at normal volume, as her sister pressed a finger to her lips, begging Spice to keep her voice quiet.

Marcia looked back at Luxx and crossed her arms in front of her, “Fine, I’ll make her prom queen, I’ll show you.��� she said with a determined look.

Luxx cocked their head in response, “You don’t even know her name, do you?”

“…No, but that won’t stop me from winning this bet.”

Later in the afternoon, Marcia was in their last class of the day. Their anger had subsided but was now replaced by worry over making the most shy and introverted girl in school into this year’s coveted prom queen.

Marcia still had no clue what this girl’s name was (the twins refused to tell her since Luxx considered it ‘an unfair advantage’ if she used outside help) so this bet looked much better for Luxx now.

Marcia sat across the biology lab table from the twins and watched the girl from earlier enter the room, this time wearing thick square glasses. She looked around at the other tables before going to the teacher’s desk.

“She’s been in our class this whole time?” she whisper-questioned.

Sugar nodded, “She was in our geometry class last year too.”

Marcia sighed as she watched the girl talk to their teacher, with slight concern in the girl’s brown eyes.

“Where’s Irene? She’s the only other person in my lab group.” the girl asked.

“Irene got transferred into Chemistry since the credit from her old school covered this class.” the teacher explained. “You are more than welcome to join another group.”

The girl looked around to the other tables, “I’ll just do the work myself. It’ll be fine.” she shrugged and walked to the empty table in the back of the classroom.

Marcia looked back to the twins and started gathering their books and colorful pens on the table “I’m gonna be her lab partner. It’s perfect.” they scrambled out of the chair.

“What about us? We’re clueless about this science stuff without you!” Spice whined.

“You two will be fine! Sugar’s good at math and Spice, you…” Her voice trailed off, thinking of an academic compliment. “You have good handwriting! Bye!” Marcia picked up the books and walked across the room to the back table.

The girl looked up at her, looking unamused. Marcia realized this part she had never planned as she set her belongings down.

“Hi!” Marcia cheerfully said after a few seconds of awkwardly staring at each other.

“Hi.” The other girl responded, sounding slightly confused and bored.

“I heard you needed a lab partner. I’m Marcia.” she quickly said with a smile.

“I already know your name, we have three other classes together.” the girl said, pulling out her notebooks and a black pen. “I don’t need help with this class if that’s what you came here for.”

The dark-haired girl seemed uninterested in talking anymore as she started writing the Punnett squares on the whiteboard in her notebook.

Marcia made a mental note to herself to learn more about the people outside her social circle.

Luckily the teacher walked by their table, saving Marcia from looking worse.

“Oh, Anetra, you already found a new lab partner. Good choice, since there’s a big project coming up for your final grade.”

“Oh, she’s not my-” Anetra stopped talking as the teacher walked away to another table. Sighing, she looked back at the blonde “I hope you’re good at biology, since it looks like I’m stuck with you.”

Marcia felt like jumping for joy. She finally learned Anetra’s name, and they will work closely on the project for the rest of the semester. They’ll gain Anetra’s trust, (maybe a makeover later) and then they have a clear shot to prom court.

Winning this bet will be so much easier than she initially thought. Forget about the damn spring musical, Marcia had better plans now.

[overdevelopedglasses]

Tojoctober Day 24 - Friend

(To the future I've seen in my dreams)

Alt title is from the stylized lyrics of The Future I Dreamed Of

Ichiban's friends pay Ichiban back.

(ENDGAME LaD spoilers!!!) 

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A few days after the extravaganza that was their time in Kamurocho, Ichiban’s party made themselves known at Survive. Even though he was aware of their disappearance being a ruse, the bartender is still relieved to see the group of seven finally walk through the door. He makes them all gourmet bentos as a welcome back present, and the gang gets to chowing down. As they are finishing their plates, Nanba notices Ichiban poking at his food.

“You notice it too, Nanba?”

Nanba turns and comes face to face with Adachi.

“I guess… he's not normally like this, is he?” Nanba whispers, making sure Ichiban doesn’t hear them.

“Not when I’ve seen him.” Nanba turns, and Saeko has joined their whisper pile.

“Wonder if it has something to do with Masato.” Adachi muses.

“It probably does. He’s yet to tell us what happened, but whatever it is, it’s fucking him up inside.” Nanba agrees, glancing at Ichiban, who is only now eating his last bites of food.

“Maybe we can cheer him up somehow?” Saeko wonders.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea. Nanba-” Adachi turns to where Nanba was, but he’s already started walking towards Ichiban, taking a seat next to him.

“Hey, Ichiban.”

Ichiban turns to him slowly. Nanba isn’t as perceptive as some people he keeps in his company, but he could tell Ichiban was barely masking his sorrow.

“Oh… hi Nanba.” Ichiban says, his voice also masking his sadness.

“I was wondering about… about Masato.”

“Yeah?”

“What did he like to do?”

Upon hearing the question, Ichiban’s eyes shine just a little bit, and Nanba smiles softly. “Well… I remember the last time we went to the arcade, there was this game called Samba de Amigo. The young master really liked playing it. But, when I went to look for it a bit ago, I didn’t see any machines, and the Internet says the machine got discontinued.”

“I see.” Nanba says, and the two sit in silence for a second, with Nanba unsure how to continue.

“Are you… ok?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m good. I’m probably gonna turn in early though. You mind saying goodnight to everyone for me?”

“Sure, Ichiban. Get some rest.”

Ichiban nods, and gets up to go walk up to the second floor. Nanba rushes back to his companions.

“Masato liked Samba de Amigo!” Nanba says, forgetting he was whispering with them.

“And what are we supposed to do with that information?” Zhao leans over from his conversation with Joon-gi Han and Eri, seemingly intrigued in what the other half of the group was conspiring about.

“We’re gonna cheer Ichiban up!” Saeko says with pride.

“He did seem kinda down… is there any way we can help?” Eri asks.

“Well, we have a mission now. Find a Samba de Amigo arcade machine!” Adachi commands, and everyone nods in agreement before practically tripping over each other to leave the bar.

The group splits, and they search Ijincho for a while. Nanba is the one that finds the machine in the old homeless camp, and Joon-gi Han finds a pair of spare controllers in the Geomijul hideout. After a while (and a lot of cursing from Adachi), the group gets the machine into the downstairs of Survive, to the bewilderment of the bartender.

“What do you guys have there?” he asks.

“Something to cheer Ichiban up!” Nanba replies enthusiastically.

They wheel the machine into the corner of the room, and Joon-gi Han departs to return the dollie they borrowed from the Geomijul.

“Ok… plug the bad boy in!” Adachi says.

Zhao bends down, grabs the power cord, plugs it into the outlet, and the party sits and waits for the machine to turn on.

Which doesn’t happen.

“Uh… did you press the power button, Zhao?” Saeko asks.

“There isn’t a power button on these things.” Zhao replies, unplugging the machine.

“So… is it broken?” Eri says, moving to the back of the machine.

“Possibly. Let me look at the wires” The door opens as Joon-gi Han re-enters the space, making Nanba jump out of his seat. He watches the man go behind the machine with Eri.

“We might have it?” Eri says, standing up and returning to her seat, Joon-gi Han in tow.

“Alright, plug it back in, Zhao-san.” Joon-gi Han instructs. Zhao nods, and plugs the machine back into the wall.

Nothing.

“Hmmmmmmm,” the bartender mutters, and all eyes turn to him. “I may know the solution.” He comes out from behind the bar and goes to the machine. He grabs the plug, unplugs it, and plugs it back into a different socket.

The machine roars to life, making most people in the party jump.

“Alright! We got it!” Saeko cheers, grabbing the spare controllers and hooking them up to the machine with Zhao's help. 

“Thanks, bartender.” Adachi says, giving the bartender a playful salute. "How can we repay you?"

“Pay your tab next time, Adachi.” the bartender replies. Adachi winces, and Nanba starts laughing.

It’s late morning the next day when Ichiban finally descends from the upper floor of Survive. Nanba notices him enter the bottom floor first, as Ichiban rubs his eyes and blinks in the direction of Adachi and Zhao, who are in the middle of a round on the new addition to the bar.

“What… where did you guys-?”

“Surprise, Ichiban! We found a Samba de Amigo machine!” Nanba says, causing everyone who wasn't playing on the machine to wave a "good morning" to Ichiban.

“You… found it?”

“The homeless camp had this sitting there, and it’s in pretty good condition. It may smell a bit though…” Nanba mutters.

Ichiban’s eyes shine, and he lets out a loud laugh. “Alright! When do I get a turn!?”

“You may want to eat first, Ichiban." Eri laughs.

Through the entire day, and into the night, the party takes turns on the game. They even beat the story mode and begin to up the difficulty of the songs they play. While the bartender doesn’t play, he ensures there’s a fresh supply of snacks and drinks for the players. Soon, the sun sets. Joon-gi Han, along with a struggling Saeko, are playing La Bamba when Nanba notices Ichiban is gone from the room. Nanba walks outside, and finds him in the park next to the building.

“Ichiban? Everything ok?” Nanba walks up to the ex-yakuza, who is hiding his face in his hands.

Ichiban says nothing, but is breathing heavily.

“Ichiban?”

Ichiban looks up, a bit startled, and Nanba notices the wetness on his face. Before Nanba can say anything else, he’s smothered in a big hug, Ichiban’s forehead on Nanba’s shoulder.

“I’m so fucking lucky to have you guys as my friends.” Ichiban whispers. “Thank you.”

Nanba simply smiles, and returns the embrace. They stand like this for a while before they feel a third pair of arms join in.

“Hey, who said the hug party could start out here!?” Adachi said. Ichiban and Nanba share a laugh, as more and more people from their party join in the hug pile.

Soon enough, everyone has their limbs and bodies in some sort of weird fashion that constitutes a hug, everyone trying to include each other.

“Everyone…” Ichiban starts, and all attention is turned towards him.

“Thank you guys. I’m so glad I have you all here.”

No one responds vocally. Nanba hugs Ichiban tighter, and feels himself squeezed in return.

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I gotta tell you guys about "Old Man Yagi" for White Lillies and Mentors.

He is so sweet guys. After Camp (after rescuing Midoriya). He learns the full story. And this man had successfully kept his skinny form a secret. All might is still retired tho.

He starts making Bentos. Leaving blood based treats. Medical kits. Little things like a mini paint kit and new masks, pretty clothing for Magne and Toga, Burn cream and other products. Little care packages for everyone including Tomura.

And then he starts meeting them. He gets to listen. To have those small moments of listening to their days. Their nightmares. Old man Yagi is a rock. Not a Anchor like their little bush. But a good heavy rock.

Takes a while for them to warm up of course. But they do. They will.

A Omake

Tomura: who even are you?

Yagi: I was a hero. Once, but my ideals never left me. A great woman once told me a smile would make anyone feel safe. And a good kid of mine taught me that a ear to listen and a heart to care is a mighty tool. I am just here. Here to listen and here to care.

Tomura: .... Who was the woman?

Yagi: Nana. Nana Shimura. Are you sure you want to listen to this old man's tales?

Tomura: yeah. I need something new to get my mind off things.

Yagi: how bout I tell you how I met her.