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d0llhousess · 4 years ago

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how they react to you stealing/wearing their clothes

⇢ fandom: Ahiru no Sora ⇢ character: kurumatani sora, hanazono momoharu, hanazono chiaki, yasuhara shinichi, shigeyoshi kaname, natsume kenji ⇢ warnings/tags: a lot of fluff, mild language, some sexual innuendos (nothing too extreme), assumed f!reader for Chiaki ⇢ a/n: ok so this my first time posting something like this, so like you guys should let me know if you want me to do the other teams or a diff anime or not >.< plus the only reason why i wrote this is b/c im a sucker for tropey shit like this.

⤆ Back to the Masterlist ~ Part 2 ⤇

«Kuzuryū High»

Sora highkey doesn’t notice that you’re nicking some of his clothes from him.

Literally he could see you wearing his shirt and it would not dawn on him that it’s his @ all.

He’d just be like “oo!! cool shirt!! i got one just like that!”

If you don’t correct him and tell him that the shirt is his, then he’d be none the wiser

Doesn’t notice that some of his clothes are missing, until he goes to wear them and poof they’re not there.

“Uh, Whatcha’ doin’?” You questioned as you entered your boyfriends room spotting him sprawled across the floor, shirtless, as he looked under his bed. You watched as he turned his head, face immediately lighting up at the sight of you, yet a small, slightly confused frown still remained on his lips.

“I can’t find my shirt,” He replied as he sat up, scratching the side of his cheek. You raised a brow as you glanced around his messy room. It was clear that he’d been looking around for the shirt for some time.

“Which one?”

Quickly, he began to list of the different details of the shirt he was searching for, and after a brief moment, it finally dawned on you what shirt he was talking about. Snorting, you unzipped your light jacket.

“Um, I’m wearing that shirt right now,” You giggled out, showing your shirt to Sora, who’s mouth was slightly agape, “I’ve had it for months. I just figured you didn’t miss it.”

Sora blinked, glancing from your face down to the shirt you were wearing as if it was taking a minute for him to comprehend just exactly what you were saying.

“Oh,” He mumbled, the slightly confused expression still on his face before something finally clicked in his mind, “OH!”

You couldn’t stop the giggles that left your lips as you watched your boyfriend’s antics, “I can give it back, if ya want me to.”

Without a second to waste, Sora’s head immediately began to shake in response as he stood up from his bedroom floor. Grabbing the nearest shirt he could find and slipping it over his head, he shot you a wide, playful grin.

“Nah, you keep it. It looks better on you anyways.”

Immediately notices when his clothes are gone.

He’s a pretty structured and organized, so he doesn’t misplace things a lot

So when he begins to notice a couple of shirts, hoodies, and sweatshirts missing, he knows its you.

Will side eye you to hell, and ask if you’re taking his clothes.

When you admit to it, he’ll be like “well can you not”

But if you don’t stop, he’ll take matters into his own hands.

You nearly jumped out if your skin when you heard the soft thud of something landing beside you from your place on your living room sofa. With raised brows, you shifted your gaze from the TV to your giant of a boyfriend, to the medium sized gift box.

“What’s this?” You questioned, hands reaching out to grab the box as your head tilted. Once the box was in your lap, Mokichi sat down beside you, nudging your arm as you scooted over.

“Just open it,” He mumbled, and your brows furrowed as your fingers grazed over the design of the box.

Glancing at your boyfriend, you hummed softly as you removed the top of the gift box. You frowned, confusion filling your mind as you took out a folded sweatshirt. Holding it out in front of your body, you noticed that the sweatshirt was identical to one of your boyfriend’s that you’d often wore.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Kaname?” You asked, lips forming a small pout, as you looked over to your boyfriend. Mokichi’s expression didn’t change and for a moment, you thought that he didn’t hear you. Yet, after a brief moment, he’s turning to face you.

“Yeah, I’m telling you to stop taking my clothes,” He shot back, and your eyes narrowed, “So I got you your own.”

Your gaze moved from Mokichi to the sweatshirt in your hands. Admittedly, it was nice. There was no difference between the sweatshirt he’d recently purchased, and the one that you’d always managed to nick from his closet. Yet your sweatshirt did have that ‘new’ look to it.

It was sweet of Mokichi to go through the trouble of tracking down a sweatshirt just so you could have your own version of it--too bad you didn’t want your own, you wanted his. With a pout firm on your lips, you looked at your boyfriend with large puppy dog eyes.

“But, Kaname,” You whined, bottom lip fully jutting out as you moved closer to the larger boy, “I don’t what mine. I want yours.” You sounded like a child, and at the sight of Mokichi’s exasperated expression, you knew you were behaving like one. With a deep sigh, you rolled your eyes as you place the sweatshirt back into it’s box.

“I guess, I’ll wear mine,” You huffed out, pout deepening as you felt your boyfriend’s lips brush against your cheek, “But you have to at least wear it once, so it smells like you.” Mokichi frowned, nose scrunching as he looked at you.

“You’re so weird.”

Doesn’t really care that you take his clothes

Like at first when he noticed it, he’d say something about it, but with a brother like Chiaki he’s used to having too ultimately share his things

Plus, he thinks you look cute in his things, though he would never say it aloud to you.

Sorta comes to expect some of his clothes coming up missing, when he can’t find something he just automatically assumes that you have it, and goes about his day.

You stealing his clothes only bother him when he wants to wear something for the day and you already have it on.

“Yo, I need that shirt.”

Looking up from your phone, you raised a brow at your boyfriend as you sat up in your shared bed.

“Uh,” You began, looking down briefly at the shirt you had on. It was only then when you noticed that you actually was wearing one of the shirts that Momoharu wore the most, and a small, light smirk tugged onto your lips.

Honestly, you didn’t mean to take the shirt as you tended to steer clear of the clothing items he wore the most. Yet at the sight of your boyfriend’s slightly annoyed expression, you couldn’t help but tease him just a little bit.

“Is this your way of getting me naked?” You asked a coy smile spreading onto your lips as you peered up at your blonde boyfriend. Momoharu rolled his eyes, moving closer to the bed as the annoyance on his face deepen. You couldn’t stop your smile from widening, and you moved away from your position on the bed, away from his pursuit.

“Stop playing,” Momoharu grumbled out as you evaded him, “I got somewhere to be.”

Giggling, you toyed with the hem of the shirt, eyes flashing to your boyfriend as you moved to the other side of the bed, effectively putting space in between you and Momoharu.

“But, Haru,” You giggled, “Where’s the fun in that?”

Momoharu eyes rolled once again, and it wasn’t long before he crossed the length of your shared bedroom. Yet with his current closeness and deeply annoyed expression, you couldn’t help but push him even further. With a certain gleam in your eyes that caused Momoharu to gulp slightly, you licked your lips.

“Just give me my shirt, _____.” Momoharu insisted, and you shook your head, teasing smile still on your lips as you smoothed your hands up his smooth, bare chest, stepping closer to him.

“Take it off of me.”

Absolutely LOVES when you wear his clothes.

Zero complaints from him; he just thinks its absolutely adorable.

The first time he spots you in his clothes, his brain probably stop working, and suddenly you’re engulfed in a bear hug because you’re just so cute.

Will probably leave certain items that he wants to see you in laying around your place. He thinks he’s being sneaky, but it’s so obvious it’s ridiculous

But you still wear the stuff he lays around for you because his reaction is just too priceless.

You were trying to catch up on work, but for some reason you just couldn’t focus when it felt as if some one was boring holes into your form. His gaze had been lingering on you for the past five minutes and it was proving to be a rather annoying distraction as you were trying to get your assignment done before it’s hastily approaching due date.

“Ya know,” You began, looking up from the bright screen of your laptop to your boyfriend that was lounging on the couch beside you, “Helping me does not mean staring at me.” Chiaki chuckled, fingers toying with the ends of your mused hair, his nearly ecstatic expression not flattering at your deepening scowl.

“I can’t help it,” He replied, causing your frown to deepen even further, “You just look so adorable, Princess.”

Your nose scrunched as you glanced briefly down at your attire. You were just in sweats and an over-sized hoodie, something you’d chosen to just throw on before you headed over to your boyfriend’s place. It was nothing too spectacular or eye catching, so you didn’t understand his fascination with your appearance.

Furrowing your brows, you looked back to your laptop screen, “Yeah sure I’m cute, but that’s not going to help me get a good grade on this assignment.” You grumbled, as your eyes narrowed in slight frustration. He was supposed to be helping you, not ogling at you. If you knew he’d just stare at you as if you were his favorite TV show, you would’ve stayed at your own place.

His fingers drop the strands of hair that he was toying with and proceeded to toy with the drawstrings of your hoodie. You batted his hand away, ignoring his hurt whine.

Yet, you couldn’t ignore him for long because he was soon placing a plethora of brief pecks along the side of your face. You frowned, eyes rolling because the boy was just insatiable. Whining out his name, you pushed his face away from yours, turning to face him fully.

“What’s with you?” You huffed out, slight annoyance clear in your tone, but you couldn’t be irritated with him too long, not when he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. You watched as his gaze flickered from your attire back to your face, and it was then you finally realized that the hoodie you just threw on was one of his. You rolled your eyes, face flushing with your realization.

“You’re such a dork.”

Another one who doesn’t really notice his clothes are starting to go missing.

He’d just be like “huh i could’ve sworn I put that shirt right here’ and just go about his day when he can’t find it.

He also doesn’t notice you wearing his stuff, at least not right a way.

Like something in the back of his mind would be ringing but it wouldn’t click until you actually ask if you could borrow one of his hoodies.

“Huh?” Yasu questioned, brows furrowing as he paused his video game, glancing to you with a perplexed expression. Holding up the soft black hoodie, you shook it slightly, a light grin on your face.

“Do you wear this often?” You repeated to your boyfriend now that you had his full attention.

“Uh,” Yasu’s brows furrowed as he thought, and after a few brief moments, he shrugged, “Not really?”

Humming softly, you nodded before tugging the hoodie over your head, adjusting your clothing as you walked over to your boyfriend. He was still staring at you in a slightly confused expression, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head in question.

“Whats wrong?” You inquired, sitting down near the dark haired boy, immediately tucking yourself into his side. As you picked up one of his spare controllers, you felt his gaze roaming over your form, as if he was trying to figure out an equation that was in the forefront of his mind. For a brief moment, you could only hear the slight static noise of the paused video game, and you were sure that your boyfriend wasn’t going to answer your question; that he was just going to resume playing his game, yet after clearing his throat, his voice filled the air of his bedroom.

“Do you always take my clothes?” He questioned, and your eyes shifted away from the TV back to Yasu’s confused expression, causing your brow to raise.

“Uh, sometimes? You always have the best hoodies, so I wear some of them here or there. I thought you knew.”

The slightly perplexed expression on Yasu’s face was simply adorable, and you had to resit the urge to reach out and smush the boy’s cheeks. It was like he was finally realizing the reason why he couldn’t find certain clothes, and if you knew that he’d never noticed, you would’ve said something sooner.

“Does it bother you?” You continued, leaning into the boy as you tried to gage his reaction. Yasu chuckled, head shaking as he turned back to face the TV.

“Nah, that just explains why I couldn’t find my red sweatshirt the other day.” Giggling, you turned on your controller as you nudged your boyfriend’s shoulder with your own.

“If you can beat me during this round, I’ll give it back.”

Knows you take his clothes, doesn’t really care lmao.

It’s just one of the many habits you have

Plus it’s one of your cuter habits so he truly doesn’t mind it when you nick some of clothes.

Like sure he teases you sometimes about your habit to grab his jackets before you even think about grabbing your own.

But he doesn’t really mind it

Because of this you lowkey begin to dress like another version of him on your “dress down” days, lol

“Why are you laughing?”

Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at your snickering boyfriend. You’d just finish slipping on one of your favorite pair of sneakers and was a bit eager to be leaving the house to go catch one of the newest movies that’d come to a nearby movie theater. Yet, the light snickers of your boyfriend caused you to shift your attention away from exiting your shared apartment, to what was so funny about your simple antics.

Tobi shook his head, a playful smirk on his full lips as he stepped closer to you. His eyes roamed your form from head to toe, and you raised your brows in slight confusion as you looked down at your own outfit. You couldn’t see anything particularly wrong with the outfit you’d chosen.

It was just a simple outfit of jeans, a slightly over-sized navy blue sweatshirt, layered with a hooded black jacket. Looking back up at your boyfriend, you realized he was almost identically wearing the same thing; the only difference in his outfit being a slightly different color scheme.

Your own bouts of snickers escaped you as a grin tugged on your lips.

“Oh shut up,” You giggled out, hitting Tobi’s chest lightly as you turned to grab your keys off the nearby end table.

“I haven’t said anything,” He deadpanned, and you shot him a mock glare.

“Yeah, but I know whatcha thinking.” You responded, watching as he tugged his beanie over his braided hair before he opend the front door of your shared apartment.

“Didn’t know ya were a mindreader now,” He teased, causing you to roll your eyes as you followed him out of the apartment, closing and locking the door behind you.

“You’re ridiculous, Kenji.” You shot back as you poked him in the small of his back. He snorted, grabbing the offending hand as he tugged you into his side. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, causing you to lean into him as you walked.

“Not more ridiculous than you dressin’ like a mini me.”

#i didnt write for chuckie or nabe bc they have zero rights on this blog #im kidding #i just couldnt think of anything for them #ahiru no sora #ahiru no sora x reader #momoharu hanazono #chiaki hanazono #yasuhara shinichi #shigeyoshi kaname #sora kurumatani #natsume kenji #.nght{cupcakes}ꕤ #.nght{bites}ꕤ

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