#THE FUCKING!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Watching more PPG and fucking. Guys I am so lovestruck for that ape hhrhrjrjkk HE'S JUST SO SILLY AND CUTE BUT ALSO SO DAMN COOL WHEN HE'S BEING ALL EVIL UUUUGH I NEEEEED HIM 💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖

[hongism]

Omgomgomgomgomg okay oKAY I just finished the most recent chapter of moc and BESTIE. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY OMGGGG aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA

First of all fuck hyunwoo. I knew that mf was too good to be true. 😐🖕🏻Maybe it’s a gut feeling but considering that moc is anything but sunshine and rainbows, I had a feeling it wouldn’t turn out well. Or maybe it was the way hyunwoo was going like “we don’t have to bring back the bad memories, we can just bring back the good memories” that sent off the red flags for me. The fact that he was still insistent on bringing back the memories when Y/n bluntly admitted that she doesn’t want them back just didn’t sit right for me. Also when he pretty much called y/n a monster brought me flashbacks at when Yunho made that harsh dig at y/n so that also brought the emotional turmoil to another degree.

BUT SPEAKING OF SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, SANNNNNN 😭🥺💖💕💖💕 just him being the pure fluff in between all the messy shit that y/n is going through is so well needed. he’s so thoughtful, caring and so full of love for his crew and ESPECIALLY Y/N. AND HIS NICKNAMES FOR Y/N GOT MY HEART SOARING THROUGH THE FUCKING SKYYYY. I especially love the communication he’s immediately putting into their open (possibly poly 👁👁) relationship. It’s so clear on how much he loves y/n and how much he wants it to work with no boundaries or miscommunication between them and it’s so endearing to read about. I love that he’s just letting y/n take things at their own pace is just so sweet and PLZ CALY WE NEED MORE FLUFFY MOMENTS LIKE THIS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Also YEOSANG AND WOOYOUNG....can’t say I saw y/n and yep having sex is what I expected at all but it’s certainly not an unwelcome one. I just finished watching bridgerton s2 so maybe I’m more into this unexpected ship bc of that. Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers plotline after all...👁👁 and Wooyoung...he’s so happy to be back with his childhood bestie and I love seeing this two bond even more. Looking back on when y/n meets woo for the first time in chapter 2 makes me CRYYYYY. I hope these three idiots can somehow reconcile but sometimes tells me it won’t be that easy. Wonder why, really. 😒

Also POOR Y/N. She’s been through too much emotional turnmoil and it breaks my heart to see how much her life has been taken away from her and the people who she one called family are telling nothing but lies and half truths. It’s heartbreaking. It makes me happy that she senses that comfort in the horizon but I hope the boys can feel that way abut her too 😞

ANYWAYS that’s all I can think to type rn but just know I’ll always be ✨lurking✨ for updates and new project. Love you and stay healthy mwah 😘💖💕💖💕💖💕

BESTIEEEE im so sorry this is coming so incredibly late 😩

First of all fuck hyunwoo. I knew that mf was too good to be true. 😐🖕🏻Maybe it’s a gut feeling but considering that moc is anything but sunshine and rainbows, I had a feeling it wouldn’t turn out well. Or maybe it was the way hyunwoo was going like “we don’t have to bring back the bad memories, we can just bring back the good memories” that sent off the red flags for me. The fact that he was still insistent on bringing back the memories when Y/n bluntly admitted that she doesn’t want them back just didn’t sit right for me. Also when he pretty much called y/n a monster brought me flashbacks at when Yunho made that harsh dig at y/n so that also brought the emotional turmoil to another degree.

i think you speak for everyone in saying that, one of these days i'll not pull a fast one on you guys but this time it just had to happen 😤 im glad u got the signs tho hehe ur too smart for me!!! and you got the connection back to yunho too bestie beloved you're gonna have to come in and take my job from me at this rate!!!!

BUT SPEAKING OF SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, SANNNNNN 😭🥺💖💕💖💕 just him being the pure fluff in between all the messy shit that y/n is going through is so well needed. he’s so thoughtful, caring and so full of love for his crew and ESPECIALLY Y/N. AND HIS NICKNAMES FOR Y/N GOT MY HEART SOARING THROUGH THE FUCKING SKYYYY. I especially love the communication he’s immediately putting into their open (possibly poly 👁👁) relationship. It’s so clear on how much he loves y/n and how much he wants it to work with no boundaries or miscommunication between them and it’s so endearing to read about. I love that he’s just letting y/n take things at their own pace is just so sweet and PLZ CALY WE NEED MORE FLUFFY MOMENTS LIKE THIS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

SEEEEEE I DID GIVE YOU SOME SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS I GAVE GOOD SAN CONTENT!!!! san is so precious and important beyond belief yesyes my heart melts thru the floor every time i write scenes with him ughhhh <333 adoration beyond BELIEF!!! san best boy honestly king of communication!!! it's so new to me to write such a healthy relationship!??!?! who have i BECOME! i have so many plans tho ahhh i promise more cute moments for them soon too!!!

Also YEOSANG AND WOOYOUNG....can’t say I saw y/n and yep having sex is what I expected at all but it’s certainly not an unwelcome one. I just finished watching bridgerton s2 so maybe I’m more into this unexpected ship bc of that. Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers plotline after all...👁👁 and Wooyoung...he’s so happy to be back with his childhood bestie and I love seeing this two bond even more. Looking back on when y/n meets woo for the first time in chapter 2 makes me CRYYYYY. I hope these three idiots can somehow reconcile but sometimes tells me it won’t be that easy. Wonder why, really. 😒

YEOSANG AND WOOYOUNG JUST... they can and WILL figure it out as they NEED TO!! i know the big surprise was massively unexpected but you know me i live for the drama!!!! enemies to lovers just hits that good.... 👁️👁️ wooyo getting his moment with his past bestie too was so lovely and fun to write 😭😭😭 these three definitely have a lot to work out between them and a lot to deal with but that's why i promised drama in act six isn't it 😎

Also POOR Y/N. She’s been through too much emotional turnmoil and it breaks my heart to see how much her life has been taken away from her and the people who she one called family are telling nothing but lies and half truths. It’s heartbreaking. It makes me happy that she senses that comfort in the horizon but I hope the boys can feel that way abut her too 😞

GAGDFLKJGLKEA y/n really been through it... but you know we have to break people sometimes for them to be built back up and that's a huge HUGE moment for her too 😤

ANYWAYS that’s all I can think to type rn but just know I’ll always be ✨lurking✨ for updates and new project. Love you and stay healthy mwah 😘💖💕💖💕💖💕

im glad you enjoyed hehe i hope you stay healthy too mwahmwah I LOVE YOU!!!! 💗💞💗💞💝💘💕💓💞

[kyojoroo]

THAT WAS SO FUCKING GOOODDDD OMLLLLLLLLLL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY HEART JUST EXPLODED😭😭💖💓💓💖💖💗💓💖💖💗💗 U WRITE HIM SO GOOD, I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THESE FICS- BET UR BEAUTIFUL ASS IMMA READ THESE AGAIN. I DONT THINK I CAN THANK U ENOUGH FOR WRITING MY REQUEST— IM READING THIS BEFORE MY EXAM TOMORROW AND IT CALMED MY NERVES DOWN SM, THIS IS NOW ONE OF MY COMFORT FICS FOR SURE🥺🥺‼️‼️ ALSO THE WAY U MADE THE READER AN ART MAJOR,, GAHHH,, ILYSM UR THE BESTTTT😭😭🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻💖💖💖💖💖💖

Also if u ever post abt that part u left out and make it into a one shot, just know I’d be ready to eat anything u write up👁👁💖💖💖💖💖💖

Hello!! I absolutely loved your “Buckle Up” fic! It was so so cute, and I think you captured each character’s personalities so well!! 😭💖 I was also wondering if I can request a kyojuro x reader college! Au? Where they bump into each other, become close friends and they develop feelings for each other? Hahaha I’m sorry- I’m just a sucker for that au, and I would love to see more one-shots of it >\\\\<

note: HAHA I finished just in time for his birthday!!

first of all, I am so honored that you requested me, thank you! I adore your art and seeing you pop into my inbox and request this made me weep /lh ;;3;; <3

thank you so much! I’m so glad you like my characterizations, you’re so sweet!! it still makes my day to read that <3

I hope you don’t mind, but I took your request VERY literally LMAO (pst, also made the reader an art major in college to make it a bit more immersive hehe) and also very long, whoops- I had to put it into two posts since I went over the text box limit LMAO AND I actually had to leave a part out, but i may turn that into another oneshot one day qwq I had a story planned and I stuck with it hehe; I hope you enjoy regardless and please take care! <3

+ we have to stop meeting like this.

sfw one-shot

✑ pairing || rengoku kyojurou x reader

✑ au || modern day college! au

✑ warnings || food mentions/eating (will be tagged before the portion starts); cheesy, tooth-rotting fluff with extra cheese

✑ synopsis || the reader keeps bumping into the one and only rengoku kyojurou; only instead of just casually seeing him over and over again, they quite literally bump into him in the most inconvenient ways possible.

✑ part two || here

Ever since the school year started, there seemed to never be a moment where you could just take it slow. Everything seemed to race past you as you tried to keep pace. It was comparable to constantly running a marathon.

Today was no different, rushing to the closest - now your new favorite - cafe to pick up a nice morning beverage before you were to speed to your first class. Why the hell did you have to pick up all the morning classes?

Even as you waited in line, the busy bustle of life never seemed to ease. The buzzing talking of people around you, shifting of the other costumers in line, employees taking then shouting out orders; not to mention the hefty amount of texts and emails you still have yet to check or respond to.

It was all so overwhelming, and it was only the third week of college.

If this keeps up, the year will be a living hell.

Reaching the front of the line, you thanked the poor girl who handed you your drink. She seemed just as frazzled as you, but still offered you a smile and told you to have a nice day. You admired people like that.

Now to rush back to your bike and drink this before you were-

“Ah!”

You slammed into something hard, your drink crushing and proceeding to spill all over both you and whatever you bumped into. Based off the way the thing didn’t even budge, you assumed it was a wall.

When was there a wall in the middle of the cafe?

Looking up to inspect the new construction, you froze in utter horror to see a person. Not only a person, but a very good looking person, that your drink was now all over.

Fuck.

You scrambled around in the puddle of your once fresh drink, standing up as you prepared one hundred different apologies, but the man beat you to it.

“UME! You like this drink too? I was planning to get one myself,” he paused to lick some off his cheek, smile widening as he nodded to himself. “Just as good as I remember it! It would go great with a pastry..”

You.. we’re not expecting that reaction. The firey-blonde didn’t seem upset, at least. He almost seemed pleased, even. Your mouth gaped like a fish as you tried to re-compose your apologize, but he beat you to it.

“Ah! I’m sorry for being in your way! You seemed to be in a rush and I was standing right in front of the exit!” Inspecting the mess beneath the two of you, his brows furrowed (oh god his brows) before he brightened once more.

You almost had to shield your eyes - his expression was brighter than the sun.

“Let me buy you another drink!! To make up for the one that is currently all over us!” The young man crossed his arms as he said this, chest puffed in the air proudly as he exclaimed this.

If the whole cafe wasn’t staring at you before, they were now. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you tried to gain your bearings with this ecstatic man.

“No, no need, really. I’m the one who’s sorry, I was in a rush and should’ve been looking where I was-“

“I was the one who should have been in line while looking at what to order!! I got distracted by the food, so my apologies! Let me make up for it!” He interrupted you, same goofy determined smile on his face, same muscular proud arms crossed.

Who is this guy??

“No, I should’ve been more careful-“

“I should’ve been more considerate of the walk way!”

You paused, effectively being cut once more. This man seemed so stubborn, but you couldn’t even be mad. You just felt bad that he was taking the blame.

Frowning, you persisted. “At least let me pay for your dry cleaning-“

“I have more clothes at home!!”

“That’s not the point-“

“I see!”

“I don’t think you-“

“Did you want a small, medium or large??”

“Are you listening to me??” You were exasperated at this point.

“Do you like pastries? I could get you one of those as well!”

“You’re not going to let this go are you??”

“Nope!”

You sighed, about to retort again when the same poor, frazzled worker walked over to the two of you with a mop and bucket in hand, asking you tiredly to please scoot somewhere else so she could clean.

As if you didn’t feel bad enough.

Insisting on helping her out - or in other words, practically fighting her for the mop to clean up your own mess - you lost track of the eccentric man. You didn't even notice he was gone until the employee disappeared, the mess all clean, but he was no longer in the cafe.

You couldn't help but feel disappointed, wanting to give him a proper apology without him trying to insist it was his fault.

Oh well you thought, making your way out of the cafe without a drink. Nothing you could do about it now.

Life always has a funny way of making things happen, though, huh?

"There you are stranger!" You jumped, looking over to the bike rack. The blonde bounced off one of the rails he was leaning on, heading over to you with a drink in hand. "You never answered my question, so I got you a large!"

"You really didn't have to.."

"It's the least I could do! Take it as compensation for making you late and ruining your clothes."

“But your clothes are ruined too, at least let me pay for the the drinks." You went to reach into your purse, but he placed his hand on top of yours, stopping you. Looking up, you saw the man held a gentle smile, determined to reassure you that you did not need to pay.

His hands were so warm, and now so were your cheeks.

"But I'm not late, so no compensation needed!"

"Ah, well, you're very insistent," you gave in, taking the drink reluctantly. "Thank you.."

What an awful time to realize you didn't even have the name of your victim.

"Rengoku Kyojurou!" he proudly answered taking his hand back, (much your to disappointment). "And you are?"

You introduced yourself in return, offering a small respectful bow as an official greeting. Kyojurou brightened as he returned the gesture, the apples of his cheeks becoming slightly pink.

"A very pretty name for a very pretty person!"

Your face became hotter at the unexpected response, averting your eyes from his own pretty golden ones.

You couldn't help but think it was an odd way to word the compliment. But it honestly made it all the more charming. "Thank you?"

"You're welcome!" The man suddenly pat your back - maybe a bit too hard for it had you stumbling - before placing his hand on his hip. "I'll be off now, I have work soon and I better get changed."

"Same here, I can't show up for class like this." You tugged at your sticky top, making a face at the gross wet feeling.

He laughed, nodding in agreement as he began to back away. "Well, I hope the rest of your day goes smoothly for you!"

"Thank you again, I'm so sorry for all of this."

He waved his bag of pastries, starting to turn to turn around. "Don't sweat it, my friend. Save your energy for the ride home!"

"Right," you laughed weakly, giving him a final wave. "Enjoy your day, Rengoku-san."

"Kyojurou is just fine!" The blonde met your wave in full, raising his arm above his head with a friendly smile. "Until we meet again!"

And with that, he fully turned on his heel and started to stride down the side walk, a beat in his step.

The optimistic statement only further solidified the kind and bright nature you saw in the odd man. You'd love to re-meet him under other circumstances; he seemed like a cool guy to chill with.

What a shame that you'll never see him again.

Rushing down the hallway, you were trying to make sure the dozens of papers you had stayed in the flimsy folder you held.

It was only two weeks after you missed that one class, you couldn’t be late again; that’s why you were sprinting down the halls, dodging other college aged students left and right.

You were doing a great job playing the real life game of “Temple Run,” seeing the doorway to your classroom just ahead. Running faster, you were just about to reach the art room on time.

Until someone rounded the corner unexpectedly.

Letting out a yelp in surprise, you ran right into the figure and falling right onto your back.

Papers went flying everywhere in a tornado of white as you groaned, rubbing your poor nose and working on sitting up. You barely felt whoever you ran into budge, which reminded you an awful lot of-

“Do you make a habit of meeting new people this way?” A loud voice graced your ears, causing you to look up.

As you guessed, Kyojurou was - again - the victim of your desperate attempt to not be late; which was thrown away just a second later as you heard the door to the art room being closed.

“Not usually, I promise it’s only you.” You sighed, defeated, sitting up fully to look up apologetically at the poor man. “I’m sorry, I really have to look where I’m going.”

Kyojurou waved you off with a smile that could compete with the sun. You’ll need sunglasses at this rate.

He seemed very amused by the situation, laughing loudly as he reached a hand down to help you up. “Well, it’s certainly charming! Are you alright?”

You waved your hand back in refusal of his, turning onto your knees to start collecting your scattered papers. “My nose will be fine, I’m just concerned about how long it’ll be until I dent your chest of steel.”

This took him off guard for a second, before another round of lovely loud laughter bubbled from his chest. “Ha! I didn't know you attended this school too! Are you majoring in theater? Comedy maybe??” It was his way of telling you he found you funny, you realized.

How flattering?

“Small world I guess," you let out a slightly apprehensive chuckle, starting to place the papers back into your folder. "No, I’m not purposely funny, I swear. Life just likes to make me the punchline.”

“UME! How unfortunate!” This made you snort as he bent down to help pick up some of the papers that made it further down the hall.

Kyojurou picked a few up, glancing at the contents as he piled them neatly. He noticed they were all sketches of various things, which made the blonde assume you were an art major. How fitting!

“Did you draw these??”

This made you perk a little, going a bit red in the cheeks at the tone of his voice. He sounded excited, as if he just saw something amazing.

“Oh? Yes, they’re just some life sketches that are due today, nothing big-“

“INCREDIBLE! How do you capture real life yet add your own spin on it?” The genuine smile that was adorned on his face along with made your heart skip.

“Ah, thank you! But they're really not much, I'm still practicing."

"Don't sell yourself short, they're amazing! Your passion shows through your work!" He turned his head to beam at you, eyes filled with his own firey passion, likely spurred on by your own. "You should stick with it!"

"I appreciate that, thank you." If you weren't flustered before, you definitely were now. You tried to laugh to get rid of the pink in yiur cheeks and the flutters in your tummy. "I've already slotted myself as the family's starving artist, I can't back down now."

"That's the spirit! I believe-" The piece of paper in his hand made him pause what he was saying, placing it on to the pile slower this time.

It was a simple sketch of him from the waist up, wearing the clothes he wore the day you spilt your drink on him. He was smiling in the sketch, holding the same pastry he had bought as if he was about to take a bite.

Besides a few incorrect details (which is to be expected since you drew him from memory alone), the sketch was spot on and beautiful in his eyes. You had added falling leaves around him and the brick of the cafe behind him.

Now, most would find it creepy to see a drawing of yourself from a person you've only ran into once. Traditionally, it would be. But being friends with and a roommate to an artist himself, Kyojurou has gotten quite used to being called 'artistically pleasing' in looks.

With his flame inspired hair and bright eyes, he's well aware he'd be an interesting person to sketch out - Tengen has done it over and over again. So he had a feeling your reasons behind this was very similar.

He couldn't help but feel flattered.

"Is this me?"

Never in your entire life has your heart dropped so fast at those three words.

You had completely forgotten you added that to your assignment.

Standing up sharply, you spun on your heel to face his crouched form. He was studying the sketch, at least you could only assume. His back faced you as you tried not to flat out cry in embarrassment.

Will you ever not embarrass yourself in front of this man?

"I-It's not what it looks like!! I swear I wasn't trying to be a creep!" you blurted out quickly to defend yourself, holding your papers you had to your chest.

"I just thought we were never going to meet again and the assignment was to draw things based on real life and you're a very interesting subject to draw and now I'm rambling please don't hate me-"

You were cut off by his bubbly, booming laugh. Kyojurou stood up and turned to face you, still looking at the paper.

Instead of the look of disgust or maybe even fear that you were expecting, his face held admiration and excitement. Was that also a blush?

"I LOVE IT!" He exclaimed loudly, not seeming to have volume control when he got excited. In a split second he was only inches away from you, holding your sketch above the two of you to admire. "IM HONORED TO BE THE SUBJECT OF YOUR PROJECT! IT'S BREATH TAKING!"

You forced yourself not to cover your ears at the volume of his voice, though you'd be lying if you said you didn't find it endearing.

The blonde tilted his head to the side, now leaning it on top of your own as his hair fell into your face slightly. "I don't hate you! How could I when you drew me so nicely??"

"You.. don't find it weird?" You asked hesitantly, brushing the lock of red-tipped hair from your face.

"HA! I couldn't count on both hands the number of times my roommate has used me as the focus of his work! I'm flattered if anything!"

"Oh..! That's a relief," you sighed, the sudden anxiety slowly dissipating. You took a step back and grabbed your folder, placing the papers in there neatly. "Do you really think it looks ok?"

"You really need to work on not selling yourself so short," he replied in a softer tone, voice smooth like honey as he handed you the pile of papers he had collected.

"I just want a good grade, the professor looks for proportions since it has to be based off real models," you shrugged, smiling up at him gratefully as you took the papers.

But he didn't let you, making direct eye contact with you. He looked so certain, as if trying to transfer his confidence for your work into yourself. "With works like those, I'm positive you'll ace it!"

You've only met this man twice, but he's already managed to make you fluster more times than you have in years.

Averting your eyes, you ducked your head to hide the color on your cheeks. Kyojurou loosened his grip on your papers and allowed you to put them away.

"I'm not sure how I could thank you in any other way that won't sound overused."

He just returned your response with a closed eyed smile, patting your head. "Have a bit more faith in your skill and hard work is all I ask."

Even through your hair you could feel just how warm his hand was. It took everything in you not to lean into that warmth, instead opting to pat his hand and gently remove it.

Not that you wanted to; you were just about to combust.

"I'll do my best then," you confirmed, doing your best to return his smile. "I don't mean to cut you off but I really have to get going.

Kyojurou respectfully took his hand back, nodding. “No worries, I won’t keep you then!”

"I’ll be off then. Thank you again, Rengoku-san.”

“No need to be so formal!! Just call me Kyojurou!”

You gave him a smile, waving with your folder in hand as you started to head to your class. “I’ll see you around, Rengoku-san, hopefully without any physical altercations!”

You heard him make a small noise that could be interpreted as amused defeat, but his tone remained cheery non the less. “Third times a charm! Take care!”

cw || food mentions, food, eating

Afternoons had to be your favorite time of day when it came to school days.

Your classes ended around 1:00 most days, to which you'd routinely make your way to the roof of the school and eat the lunch you brought. (Your art professor was cool and let you put your lunch in their mini fridge).

The college you went to was huge; the best part about it being the roof.

It was fairly big with a water fountain in the middle surrounded with benches. Foliage and greenery over took most of the area, making most students who go forget they're even on a roof.

It was your all time favorite place to go, to say the least.

You were making your way down the hall to head to the staircase that led to the roof when you nearly avoided bumping into someone.

You stopped right before you could, looking up to apologize only to see familiar golden eyes.

"Rengoku-san?"

It’s not all to unsurprising that you didn’t run into him; ever since the hallway incident the two of you saw each other more and more, so you both got very careful with walking anywhere.

Eventually the casually bump and talk turned into an exchange of numbers, to which you started to do things together.

You could now proudly call him a friend.

"We hang out frequently, I think we're past formalities by now!”

Yet you still couldn’t get past that little quirk. "Right, sorry!"

“No worries! You seem to be in a rush again, are they selling sweet potato casserole at the food court again??” Kyojurou seemed to perk at the mention.

"Oh? No, not that I know of at least. Plus, I already have my lunch. I'm not the biggest fan of the Wednesday caters."

"I see. Respectable!"

A pause followed - which was odd in itself - but it gave you time to notice that the other did not have his own lunch.

Usually he had his lunch by now; if you two were to ever bump into each other, he’d have a full bento box from the cafeteria. "Do.. you have your lunch? Or are you on your way?"

"Ah.. no! I forgot my wallet at home and I won't have time between classes to grab it."

"Oh." That explained it. You couldn’t help but feel bad at the almost disappointed way he said this. "Are you hungry?"

Waving your concern away, he gently nudged you towards the wall so you both were out of the middle of the hall.

"I'll be ok, I only have three classes left for the day then I'll be heading home. Sanemi always has the best dinners cooked around that time anyways!"

"No, sorry,” you cut him off from saying anything more, shaking your head sternly. He blinked at your response, confused.

“I'm not allowing you to go hungry. Not on my watch.” Boldly - even for your standards - you grabbed the other man’s wrist, tugging him in the opposite direction of which he was going as you started to drag him in tow. “You're coming with me."

This is the first time you’ve seen him genuinely caught off guard. Kyojurou was odd, loud and seemed to roll with the punches most times. The best example of this was when you two first met.

So seeing his usual smile turn into a small, confused line as his eyes widened almost made you feel proud of yourself. Now you were going to be the one to throw him for a loop.

In the best way possible, of course.

The blonde let you guide him towards the stairs regardless, catching up to your pace effortlessly.

“It’s really alright, (Y/N). This isn’t the first time!”

Opening the door to the stairwell, you cut him off once again; it’s not too bad to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Well this will be the last time, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Oh? And how will you do that?” He tested, a familiar smile reappearing as he continued to let you drag him up the stairs.

“Because you’ll text me when you forget,” you quipped, a bounce in your tone.

“I will?”

“Of course you will.”

“And if I don’t?”

You paused at this to look down at him - you being on a higher step than he. One of his brows were raised, an almost amused expression on his face.

Sending him back a smirk of your own, you leaned in slightly. “Then I’ll have to let Shinazugawa-san know that you’re not eating from breakfast to dinner, and we both know how he’ll react to that.”

The apprehension that suddenly crossed Kyojurou’s face made you laugh, continuing your trip up the stairs.

One of his roommates, Sanemi, had a reputation of being mean, hostile, and overall cold. In reality, he was just an uptight mother hen constantly running around exasperated, tired and grumpy.

If he heard that one of his roommates went hungry when he could’ve done something about it (aka text you), he’ll throw a fit.

You chuckled, victory present across your face when Kyojurou said nothing in return, knowing how Sanemi was. “I win~!”

The both of you continued your journey, the climb up not being such a short one. Usually you have your headphones in on the way, but since you had Kyojurou today, you had to listen to the reason why you brought headphones in the first place.

Not wanting to hear the echo of your footsteps any longer, you decided to make conversation. It was a question you've been meaning to ask, anyhow.

"I just realized I never asked, but what are you majoring in?"

“HISTORY!” Kyojurou wasted no time in answering, almost stumbling over a step at the pure excitement that shot through his body. You gave a lop-sided smile, rebalancing him slightly with you hand on his wrist.

“Oh? That’s really cool! Why history?”

His eyes had stars, smile brightening. “I find it so intriguing to look back in time and learn about what happened to get us where we are now!! What series of events took place and the outcomes that came!! How we as humans have progressed in life with technology, traditions, everything!”

The blonde beamed as he spoke, his voice getting louder. “It’s something I’m very passionate about!! And would love to make others just as passionate!!”

The two of you paused your ascend at some point, letting Kyojurou speak as eccentrically as he wanted to without the possibility of him tripping.

“You should be a history teacher one day.” You stated matter of factly, only getting an even happier response from him.

“I aspire to be one!!” He took his hand back from your loose hold, hands bawling into determined fists. "The history teacher I had throughout high school was so interactive and made history interesting; I want to be that teacher that makes the classroom and the subject at hand fun!"

This man deserved everything good this world had to offer, you decided.

You reached to grab Kyojurou's hands into your own, giving them both a firm squeeze as you looked him into the eye.

“I think you’d make an incredible one.” You nodded, the situation not unlike the one you had been in when you bumped into him in the hallway. “You’re very endearing and caring, I think the kids would love both you as their teacher and the way you teach.”

You could officially count this as the second time you seemed to catch the other off guard. Eyes still starry, his mouth was small and slightly agape; facial features softened as a light blush painted its way across his cheeks.

He squeezed your hands in return, eyes never breaking contact with you. “Thank you, that.. means a lot to me!”

All you did in return was smile - eyes closed - and pat his hand, starting the climb back up the stairs once more with him in hand. Even if you turned to face forward, Kyojurou not once looked away from you.

He was completely and utterly starstruck.

-

The rest of the climb was fairly quiet. Turns out that this wasn’t Kyojurou’s first time on the roof, even leading you to his favorite spot by the water fountain.

Once seated, you opened your bag to show the several containers of food. You over-packed a bit this morning, not knowing what you'd be in the mood for. How convenient.

You absolutely noticed the way Kyojurou eyed the food. You've yet to sit down and eat with him yet, but according to Tengen this man could eat.

You'd hate to leave him hungry.

"Go on, pick something! I packed too much." You nudged the containers towards him, giving an encouraging smile.

"This is your hard earned food, you have the first pick and I'll get the left overs!" He was a bit stiff, feeling guilty for relying on you and taking your food.

You deadpanned, raising a brow.

"Rengoku-san."

"Kyojurou."

Snorting at his counter, you shook your head and sighed light heartedly. "Must you always be so stubborn?" But you gave in, grabbing the container - out of four - that you were in the mood for, nodding to the other three meal containers.

"Wouldn't think of being any other way!" He won this round and made sure you knew it as pay-back for earlier, grabbing onto the container that held salmon and rice. "Thank you for the food!"

With that settled, the two of you dug in, sitting side by side as you admired the view of the roof. The sky seemed a bit more blue today, fluffy clouds littering it.

It was a peaceful moment -

"UMAI!"

- until it was interrupted none to subtly by the blonde who sat next to you.

Naturally, you jumped, not expecting the sheer volume of his voice. Frazzled and confused, you looked over to Kyojurou, brows furrowed.

"U.. Umai..?"

"UMAI!" He took another bite, giving himself time to chew and swallow before shouting out another loud, "UMAI!"

You watched him with blinking eyes as he made big and small exclamations of what must've been his opinion on the food.

It was.. actually cute.

"UMAI!"

Really cute. You had no idea he did this when he ate, and you couldn't help the giggle that made it's way out of your mouth.

"Do you like it?" The immediate response you received was another 'UMAI', causing you to snort.

"IT'S MOUTH WATERING!" The golden-eyed man shoved another piece of salmon into his mouth, bouncing his leg as he did.

“I’m glad you like my cooking,” you mused, biting into a piece of your own lunch.

Kyojurou choked on his bite next to you. “You made this??”

“Mhm! I like to cook my own meals so there's never a time I'm left with something I don't like.”

“Marry me.”

“What?” You did a double take, wondering if you heard him correctly, but he was already standing and collecting his stuff.

“NOTHING.” Kyojurou placed the cover of the empty container, swinging his bag over his shoulder and bowing at the waist to you in gratitude quickly. Little did you know, he was also trying to hide his beet red face. “Thank you for the food! Have a nice day!”

“Wait, WAIT-“

But it was too late. You watched as he ran away and disappeared down the stairs.

Blinking at the suddenness of his exit, you shook your head. It must’ve been your imagination, you had to be hearing things.

Yeah, he was just running late. He was one to make strange scenes like that. Nothing to think too hard about.

That didn’t stop the blush from creeping up your neck.

Today had to be one of the worst days in your life. Freezing, drenched, and newly homeless, you tucked yourself onto the bus stop bench. Lucky you, this one didn’t even have an awning to protect you from the elements.

The rain had no pity for your predicament as it pelted your body, the light clothing doing close to nothing for you. Summer had just come, yet the night rainfall seemed to have brought an unexpected chill. Not to mention the suitcase and duffle bag you had with you were now also getting soaked. You could only hope nothing was too waterlogged.

Your hand did little to protect your dying phone from getting wet as you tried to search for the nearest place to stay. Motel, hotel, air B’N’B; anything in range to get you off the streets for the night. You had a feeling this would happen, and boy were kicking yourself for not seeing the red flags and preparing sooner.

Not having enough savings for a dorm, you had signed a contract with the residents of an apartment to rent out one of the rooms for cheap. The agreement only lasted for two semesters, but they had promised that you’d be able to renew it once summer rolled around.

“Promise my ass.” You grumbled, remembering how the original owner had gotten a partner. In return, they refused to let you sign another contract so they would have space for the “love of their life”. You saw the signs; you saw how their stuff slowly moved into the apartment and all the time they were spending there.

You just didn’t think they’d be shitty enough people to kick you out the moment your contract ended.

A gust of icy wind rolled through, causing another shudder to rack your body. The closest place wasn’t in walking distance, and it was far to late for the buses to be running.

Sighing, you shut off your phone and closed your eyes. You had resigned yourself to walk the several blocks to the nearest 24/7 fast food place to at least get out of the rain.

That was until the rain fall suddenly stopped beating down on you. The rain couldn't have stopped though, you could still hear it. You blinked your eyes open and looked up, surprised to what - or more accurately, who - you saw.

“...Kyojurou?”

Standing there in all his warmth and glory, Kyojurou looked down at you with concern, holding a bright red umbrella over your soaked form.

He couldn’t seem to help the small smile that graced his lips at the sound of his first name.

“I’d be happier that you finally used my name if you didn’t look so sad and drenched.”

A humorless snort escaped your lips as you hugged yourself, shivering slightly. “Timing always has my side doesn't it? I’m just about to head to the closest food place to get out of the rain, so don’t worry about it.”

“Why?”

“I got kicked out," you shrugged, looking to the ground.

“This late at night?”

“It surprised me too. They found a new roommate and wouldn’t let me renew my contract for the next school year, and it just so happens it ended tonight.” There was a hint of bitterness in your tone, one that was completely understandable.

Kyojurou's brows furrowed. “They didn’t give you a heads up? A two week notice?”

“I’m just lucky they let me pack all of my stuff before I had to leave.” You continued to look down at the ground, not seeing the way Kyojurou's face contorted ever so slightly. He didn't get mad often, but whoever your old roommates are were now on his shit list

"Well that's a shitty thing to do," he stated bluntly, causing you to sputter and blink dumbly at him. It's been almost a year since you've met the blonde, and in all that time you never once heard him say a single bad word.

"Did you just curse??"

He pretended not to hear, pulling out his own phone to see the time as you mulled over the fact that this sweet ray of sunshine just called someone shitty. Expression neutralizing as he schemed, he turned back to you.

“You don’t have to stay in a fast food place for the night.”

“Huh?? Are you suggesting I sleep in a box?”

The man smiled, resting a reassuring hand on top of your shoulder, frustration forgotten for now. “You can stay with me!”

“What now?”

Chuckling, he passed the umbrella off to you to hold, beginning to slip his arms out of the jacket he wore. “You can stay with me for the time being until you get back on your feet! Well, us. If you wanted to of course! Sanemi just moved out, so we’re looking for a new one regardless.”

Baffled at the sudden offer, you started to shake your head, forming the words to decline him. It was too big of a favor, how could you accept that? He was one step ahead of you, as he always is.

“Before you say anything, no, it would not be any trouble, you’re a joy to have around! We can settle the nitty gritty later, let’s just get you out of the cold.”

“Wait, Kyojurou,” you were silenced by a heavy warmth that suddenly engulfed your upper body, including your sight. Moving the fabric from your eyes, you realized it was his jacket.

His once dry clothes was slowly becoming just as soaked as you were as he took back the umbrella, insistently keeping it solely above you.

The gentle way he smiled in combination with the light post that shined behind his head had you convinced he was your guardian angel in disguise.

You hesitantly pulled the jacket closer to your body, not being able to deny how relieving the warmth felt. “But, won’t you be cold?”

“My insides are practically pocket heaters, it takes a lot for me to be cold. A little wind and rain won’t do anything to me, I promise! Now come on, before you get sick," he insisted as he grabbed your bag, throwing them over his shoulder.

“Little” was an understatement, but you didn’t have the energy to argue. It was the middle of the night and you could feel your eyes starting to droop.

Grabbing your luggage to role behind, you let the other wrap his free arm around your form, hand resting on your arm. “Thank you, truly I don’t know where to start showing how grateful I am. I owe you big time.”

“Never refer to me as Rengoku-san again and I’ll call it even!”

A wobbly smile tugged at your lips as you leaned into his side, letting him guide you down the route to his apartment. “You have a deal then, Kyojurou."

✑ part two || here