#also sorry for the late response!! i was too busy fawning over your art of kitty haha

[ittybittypearlygirly]

Gave ur OC a bracelet with a cat charm <3

she will love and cherish it forever, thank you

[sunmoonandeddie]

oh, captain, my captain

pairing: professor!steve rogers x reader

word count: 2,090

summary: Steve Rogers got bored in his retirement, so he picked up the hobby of teaching art. But he still feels restless until his missing piece comes along.

warnings: swearing, little bit of smutty smut, dub-con, drinking, manipulation, steve is a little dark but reader is into it in the end

a/n: This is... a little darker than what most people expect from me. But I wrote this for a dear friend, so I really, really hope you all enjoy it!! Also, please read the warnings. I'm not responsible for your media consumption <3

Life after the Avengers was mundane.

Not that Steve didn’t like the quiet days, where he knew he wasn’t going to be running off and risking his life at any moment, mind you. In fact, he was finding that retirement rather suited him.

Except for the fact that he was bored.

Bucky and Sam were always busy on some kind of mission together, saving the world and splitting their time between Brooklyn, Washington D.C., and New Orleans. Or NOLA, as Buck liked to call it now.

Perhaps the boredom was why he took up art again. He did go to art school, after all, and had even graduated. It was after his first official professional art show that the university contacted him.

They wanted him to teach young minds how to make art.

It was the perfect solution to his boredom problem.

Of course, he should’ve realized that getting a new job wouldn’t make him feel complete. No, unfortunately, he hasn’t found the missing piece in his hundred years.

At least until you walked into his classroom on the first day.

Steve’s eyes focused on you immediately, enamored by the curve of your legs and the Cupid’s bow of your upper lip. “Hello, you,” he mumbled softly under his breath as he watched you sit down to what appeared to be a friend of yours. He scrolled through his attendance on the school supplied computer in front of him, raising his brows as he found the name next to your university ID picture.

A perfect name for a perfect girl.

Suddenly he felt the need to have a few figure drawing classes. Privately. With you. With your clothes off.

And maybe his clothes would be off, too.

He stood up as the clock finally hit one in the afternoon, holding his laptop. “Alright, please let me know if you’re here as I call your names,” he said, before going through the roster quickly.

When he called your name, and you responded with a soft, “Here!” he almost fucking came in his pants.

“Alright. In this class, as with many art classes, we’re going to get very… personal,” he said as he started to walk through the easels and those sitting in front of them. “So on the first day, rather than reading through the syllabus that’s readily available on your phone, I like to do some ice breakers.” He couldn’t help but grin at the collective groan that rang through the class. “I know, I know. But like I said, this class is going to get very personal. So come on, let’s all get in a little closer.”

“Do you mind?” You asked quietly as you scooted her stool in between two others that he couldn’t remember the names of. You gave them a blinding smile as they made room, perching in your seat like a little angel.

His little angel.

Everything seemed to be a blur as he led them in a series of questions, but he barely retained any information from anyone except you. At least he had his phone secretly recording in his pocket so he could go back and relisten later (even if it was mostly just to hear your voice.)

Favorite color?

“Green.”

Favorite holiday?

“New Year’s Eve.”

Favorite artist?

“Marilyn Minter.”

That was interesting to him. That showed that you had a naughty side.

A side he so desperately wanted to get to know.

The only issue was that he needed to find a way to get you alone, and that was going to take trust built up over time.

He was truthfully, absolutely amazed that it only took a few weeks before you were coming to him with wonder-filled eyes, asking him if you could please schedule some time during his office hours to go over some of your portfolio.

Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Hey, you made it,” he said when you walked in after a light knock on the door, your portfolio in hand. Steve stood and immediately pulled out the chair for you like a proper gentleman. Subtly, he took in a deep breath as the cloud of your perfume enveloped him like a warm hug.

It was something classy. Something you had clearly splurged on.

Perhaps Gucci or Valentino or something.

“I’m sorry for being late,” you said as Steve glanced at the clock.

You were maybe three minutes late at the most.

“The subway was delayed, and unfortunately, I can’t control when the subway stops and goes,” you continued, letting out a nervous laugh as you opened up your portfolio. “Did you get my email with my previous pieces?”

“Yes, I did!” He said as he sat back down at his desk. “And honestly, I haven’t been this impressed in a long, long time. I would love to possibly mentor you? Of course, that means a lot more hours spent with an old man like me.” Eyes crinkling, he couldn’t help but laugh when you laughed.

He was sure that he almost had you right where he wanted you. The corner you were backing yourself into was almost too perfect.

You seemed… amazed. Absolutely flabbergasted by his offer. “Really?” You breathed out, leaning closer, elbows resting on your knees. “You’d really do that? That would be… I… Thank you.” Shaking your head, you scooted your chair a little closer. “How much should I pay you? I’ve never had a personal mentor before.”

And there it was. The corner he wanted you in.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry about money,” he insisted as he looked deep into your eyes. It would be so easy to just get lost in them… “But, I do need assistance with something.”

“Of course!” You were like a doe-eyed little fawn, chasing him—the magnificent stag—through a field of wildflowers. “Whatever you want!”

Steve put on the most bashful, boy next door look he could muster. “Well… I’ve been trying to get back into figure drawing, but you’d be surprised at how hard it is finding a class to take that won’t freak out that I’m… you know. Steve Rogers.”

The look on you face let him know immediately there was no way you were going to say no. Hell, you were looking at him like he was the last puppy on the side of the road in a box that had ‘FREE’ written on the side.

In the rain.

“When do we start?”

Steve got everything set up in his home studio that night, only to sit until Friday night, when he’d planned for you to come over. Admittedly, he may have gone a little overboard with the mood lighting and the bottle of red wine that he’d left open on the counter to breathe, two crystal wine glasses resting next to it.

The good crystal.

He practically ran to the door when he heard the doorbell. “Hey, I was a little worried you would have trouble finding it,” he said as he guided you inside, a large hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

“Oh, I just Ubered,” you said, ducking your head as you let him lead you into his large home. “I don’t have a car. It’s too expensive and there’s no point when I live in the city. Though, the drive out here was absolutely gorgeous. I can see why you got a place a little bit upstate.”

Steve grinned, fighting the urge to say that it could also be your place. But that was for the future. “Yeah, the views and the quiet is worth the forty-five minutes or so I commute everyday.” He opened up the door to his home studio, all the windows wide open.

You wandered around the room, looking at the various art supplies and canvases scattered haphazardly around the room. In the very center was a chaise lounge with a blanket draped across it. “This is amazing… God, if I had my own art studio at home, I don’t think I’d ever leave.”

He poured out two glasses of wine, gently pressing one into your hands. “Well, you can always use this one. I have more space than I could probably ever use.” He sipped at his own wine, watching the way the glass pressed to your lips, watching the way you swallowed down the sweet liquid.

He couldn’t get drunk, but you certainly could.

It was around your third glass that he finally got to the point of why you were there. “So, I really want to paint you lying on this chaise,” he said as he guided you back. “But… Would it be possible for you to pose in the nude? You have just… the most natural beauty. I want to be able to only focus on that.”

“Oh my god, yeah!” You said as you set your glass of wine on the little table. With your inhibitions lowered, there was no hesitation as you stripped out of your clothing, tossing it all to the side. “You just move me how you want me.”

Oh, he would.

His own wine glass was set to the side before he moved closer, his eyes locked on yours. “Yeah?” He guided you to lie down on the bed, letting his fingers drift over your soft skin. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous… Could just look at you forever…” His thumb brushed over one of your hard nipples, teasing the little peak as his cock ached inside his sweats. “I could never paint anything else except for you… and I’d die the happiest man in the world.” Carefully, gently, he moved your legs so one of your knees was bent, your legs spread wide for him.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your skin feeling flushed from the wine and the excitement of this god-like man touching you. “Mmm… Professor…”

Steve’s eyes were locked in on the prize, that blooming flower between your thighs, glistening with sweet nectar. “I always love a hands on approach,” he cooed as he ran a single finger through your folds, gathering up your slick.

The taste was exquisite.

Pretty moans fell from your lips, your back arching as your legs instinctively spread wider for him. “Please…”

He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. It was fate, you walking into his class.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby girl?” He asked, loving the purr that rumbled in your chest as he found your swollen clit. “So needy… When’s the last time your pretty little kitty got so much attention, angel? You’ve been neglecting her, haven’t you?”

At your nod, you tried sitting up a bit, lip caught between your teeth. “Y-Yes. Please… Please.”

Steve quickly realized you didn’t even know what you were asking for.

“So innocent. So sweet,” he said as he wrapped his hands around your waist to pull you to the edge of the chaise. He leaned in and took in a deep breath, groaning. “I wanna be able to smell you for days.” At the first lick of his tongue, he knew he had you wrapped around his fingers.

And when you finally orgasmed, soaking his beard with your juices? Fuck. He was even more of a goner than he was before.

Steve loved the way that you laid limbless on the chaise, foot lazily bouncing as you dozed. It was easily a sight that he could get very, very used to very quickly. This was going to be so much easier than he thought it was going to be.

While he knew he was the right one for you, being able to know that you weren’t going to fight him gave him an amazing sense of relief.

The next week, he stood at his desk, making notes on his laptop. At five minutes to one, the door opened as the first student to arrive entered.

Immediately looking up, his heart sank. It wasn’t you.

Did you panic after you left his place the next morning? Nothing more had happened that night. Surely getting an orgasm wouldn’t freak you out, right?

His hands were starting to tremble when the door opened again, and he felt someone standing right next to him.

“Professor Rogers?”

His head snapped up, relief flooding him when he saw you. “H-Hello. How can I help you?”

A mischievous smile spread across your face, even though you were clearly trying to contain it. “Is there any possible way you have some free time during your office hours for me to swing by? I’d love to schedule our next figure painting session.”

[glowonu]

feel special by twice

another little songfic~

There are some of those days Days when I suddenly feel all alone When I feel like I don’t belong anywhere And my head is hanging down

The idol life style is hard. The constant strain on your health, social capacity, appearance, and personality, sometimes makes you feel like you can’t just be yourself. It’s another one of those days where everything seems to crash down on top of you. Being the leader of quite a large group, your specific responsibilities and roles tend to make you feel alone and exhausted. The new year is near, it’s exciting but it also means that your schedule is packed full of end of year song festivals and MC roles and today you’re at your limit. You just want to collapse and release all of your bottled up emotions, but you’ve been notified for your next full length comeback in late January, and today is a recording day. You trudge from the car that dropped you off from your previous schedule to the studio. The wind is freezing, and each breath condenses into a puff of mist that disappears as soon as it came. 

Whenever those days come, you tell me How precious I am All those words you say Everything’s alright From Nobody to Somebody I become a very special me

There is one person though, who knows your struggle. Choi Seungcheol, the leader of Seventeen is waiting in the foyer for you, just outside of the studio, waiting for you to finish up with the first day of recording. He knows you’ve been out of it, and he’s in the same boat as you. Everything seems to be weighing heavier this season and you can both understand why. Neither of you haven’t been as chatty with each other and your last text reads that it was sent and read a few days ago. While you both like to have your space, something needs to change, and Cheol decides to take matters into his own hands. 

It's terribly late when you exit the studio, but you spot a cozy looking Seungcheol on the couch of the foyer, playing on his phone. He looks exhausted, you know he’s going through the same stuff as you, and it seems like your couple item for today is the dark circles under your eyes. He looks up as the door clicks shut behind you, and you give each other a soft, tired smile. 

As if it were magic, you feel a little lighter, less alone. Cheol takes your hand and the both of you walk out of the company building to his car. He turns the heater up and plays your rnb playlist. The smooth vocals of Sam Kim and Crush fill the background as Cheol keeps his hand in yours. “You make this so much easier, you’re so incredibly precious to me baby,” he murmurs as he drives through the city, the traffic isn’t as bad as it usually is at this hour. 

You smile sleepily at him, “I was just about to say the same thing,” The tone of the conversation is almost casual, but it means so much to you, “I’m glad we have each other, as much as it’s hard, sharing this with you makes everything alright,” Cheol’s grin widens. 

You make me feel special No matter how the world brings me down Even when hurtful words stab me I smile again cuz you’re there That’s what you do

Seungcheol wipes a hand across his face tiredly. As much as he enjoys seeing the support from Carats, the hate comments are unavoidable. He should have put the phone down 20 minutes ago instead of scrolling through the comment section of his latest instagram post. He winces at a particularly nasty comment when suddenly his phone pings and a message from you appears at the top of his phone. 

[20:00] wifey: hey peachy boy~  [20:00] wifey: can’t wait to see you at the song festival tomorrow, i miss you TT [20:01] wifey: also babe, like your stage presence is killer? your fancams? works of art

Seungcheol grins as soon as the messages arrive. Even if you don’t know what kind of mood he’s in, you always manage to cheer him up. 

Again I feel special One moment I feel like I’m nothing at all Like no one would notice if I were gone But then when I hear you calling me I feel loved, I feel so special

Even though you saw him at work a few days ago, you can’t help missing your lovely boyfriend. You snuggle into your blankets and search up some of his fancams. You giggle at the duality between his soft concepts and his energetic and powerful concepts. You’re amazed by how strong his stage presence is, the way he hits every move with an energy and power that captivates you. You switch out of YouTube to messenger, sending him a couple of texts. The messages mark read almost instantly, and suddenly your phone lights up with an incoming facetime call. As you accept the call, Cheol’s smiling face fills the screen, and you can’t help mirroring his adoring smile. 

I just wanted to hide Didn’t wanna face the world As if everything has lost meaning As if I have lost meaning I just sat there still

You love your fans, you really do, but you really wish you could have some space sometimes. You definitely do not look perfect today, and you’re doing all you can to hide it. Hopefully you can find some personal space in the caverns of the incredibly oversized hoodie you’re wearing. Your face is hidden by a pink mask and your round glasses. You particularly chose your reflective pair, avoiding the gaze of the camera lenses capturing your return to Seoul from your one day trip in Japan for a small CF event. 

The small break you have on New Year’s day won’t come fast enough and you are so sick of existing in the public eye. You love what you do, and you love your fans, but you know extremely well that you are spread way too thin at the moment.

Then you appeared before me With a warm smile, you held out your hand Everything’s alright From Nobody to Somebody I become a very special me

You’re tired and clingy, and the short walk from arrivals to where your car is being picked up looks incredibly long. You wish Seungcheol was here, to hold his hand, to feel his warmth, a small anything to give you a little more energy. As if he could read your mind, your phone vibrates in your pocket, and a spam of messages come through. 

[7:54] 🍑: I hope you had a safe flight babygirl~ [7:54] 🍑: I know you probably don’t wanna face the crowds at the moment,[7:54] 🍑: but it’ll be okay~ ill see you tonight !

You make me feel special No matter how the world brings me down Even when hurtful words stab me I smile again cuz you’re there That’s what you do Again I feel special One moment I feel like I’m nothing at all Like no one would notice if I were gone But then when I hear you calling me I feel loved, I feel special

“The media have already written articles on me being lazy and not keeping up the group’s concept while at the airport,” You groan throwing your phone to the side, “I’m sorry?? My concept is for the stage! Can I not be comfortable for an early morning flight? Sorry that my leggings and hoodie aren’t elegant enough for you!” You rant into the pillow that your holding on to as Seungcheol walks into the room. 

He chuckles, “Baby, have you checked twitter? The international fans are fawning over your look,” Seungcheol sets down some snacks on the coffee table and pushes your legs off of it. You roll your eyes but you smile all the same, moving your legs to the other end of the couch and settling your head in his lap. “Besides, you look like a queen whatever your wearing, wherever you are. My queen specifically,” He says giggling, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheeks. You blush and smile into his shirt that you’ve pulled close to your face, flustered at Cheol’s typical cheesiness. 

You make everything alright On a cloudy day without sunshine You are indeed my Shining light That’s what you do Even the darkest night turns to day I owe it to you Because you make me feel special

Finally it’s your day off, you’re on your way after a refreshing sleep in to pick Cheol up from the photo studio near your dorms. It’s a shame he has to work in the morning, but you secretly appreciate being able to sleep in. The sun is shining, and it’s a warm, wintery 9 degrees. 

Yet, you know something is up when Cheol gets in the car. He looks more exhausted than usual, and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. You focus on exiting the carpark and getting onto the main road before reaching for his hand, you know he’ll talk about what’s on his mind when he’s ready. For now, he just needs you to be there for him. 

You’re sitting at a secluded tea house on the outskirts of the city when he opens up. He lets out a sigh before grabbing your hand. “Sometimes I feel like, I’m not a great boyfriend.” He murmurs, avoiding your eyes. He continues on before you can say anything, “I’m so busy all the time, and I get stressed and I always have my mind on my job, I feel like I don’t support you enough…”

You tighten your grip on his hand and he looks up at you. “Seungcheol listen to me; we are busy people, that’s the nature of our job and I will never blame you for that. I will also never blame you for being stressed, or anxious, or down. You have more than enough responsibilities, you don’t need to carry my weight either.” You let out a breath before continuing, “Cheol, I get it, and I apologise for the same thing, but we do this together. You brighten my days, you give me the energy to get through things without even realising I need it. You are more than enough.” 

He lets out a shaky breath, and smiles at you softly. “Thank you so much,” He starts, “You are more than enough for me too.” He presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand that is sitting in his. 

You giggle at your incredible boyfriend, and lean towards him to press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I love you so much, you silly man,” 

No matter how the world brings me down Even when hurtful words stab me I smile again cuz you’re there That’s what you do Again I feel special One moment I feel like I’m nothing at all Like no one would notice if I were gone But then when I hear you calling me I feel loved, I feel so special

You grin at each other, hands connected. You support each other, you love each other, and you’re there for each other, lifting each other up and through the pressures of your lifestyles. Together, everything will be alright. 

[imaginedanganronpa]

Mondo,Ouma and Sayaka with an S/O who cries all the time and have -3662 self esteem, and like she is in a art school but she thinks her art is bad and she can't do anything, so she is stressed out about school, she feels as if she's growing distant with her friends,she feels worthless,she thinks she wants to die all the time, etc basically her life is going shit lol

Hey, I hope you’re okay! If you’re going through something right now then please hold on. You are loved, Anon, I promise. But I hope you like it!

Mondo Oowada, Ouma Kokichi, and Sayaka Maizono with An Artistic S/O Who Is Going Through a Rough Patch!

Mondo Oowada

Mondo acts like he’s a tough guy, rough around the edges,but in reality he’s a big softie – especially when it comes to his significantother.

He always blames himself when you’re going through a rough patch because henever thinks he does enough for you. He does his best though and is incrediblyloving and understanding.

Mondo will be your shoulder to cry on and love you unconditionally. In hiseyes, you are perfect, but you just don’t see it that way. You feel worthless,untalented, and you’ve been stressed out over school lately.

Art was your escape from reality and Mondo supported you with your talent; healways made jokes about being your model if you ever needed to draw a nudeportrait. 

But lately, you haven’t been as happy with your art. On top of that, you’vebeen growing distant from your friends and loved ones, which includes Mondo.

He took it as just needing space at first but he quickly realized that it wasmuch deeper than that. 

Despite his edgy, tough-as-stone exterior, he really cared for you. Mondo feelshurt when the people he cares about push him away but he mustered up the courageto final confront you about what’s been going on lately.

He knocks on the door – you had locked yourself in your bedroom all day. Hecould hear muffled sobs coming from inside. “(Y/N)… open up, please. It’s me.”

You refuse, not wanting him to see you like this. But if there’s one outstandingcharacteristic about Mondo, it’s that he is extremely persistent. When he wantssomething, he will stop at nothing to achieve it.

“Open up or I’ll knock the door down, (Y/N). I’m coming in no matter what.” Itmay sound like a threat but it comes from a good place; he is growingincreasingly concerned and resorted to desperate measures to get you to listento him.

As he’s rearing to ram the door, positioning his shoulder into place, youdrag yourself out of the bed and unlock it quietly. You can’t stand to look athim and instead stare at the floor.

He can tell immediately that your demeanor has changed. You aren’t as peppy asusual and that’s something that worried him.

Mondo extends his arms and brings you into a loving embrace, pulling you intohis big chest and strong arms. It’s a gentle hold, he doesn’t squeeze you.Instead he simply kisses your forehead and waits for you to say anything.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can squeak out. Tears are flowing from your eyes just as they had been all day.

Before he can question it, you continue. “I feel so worthless lately, not evenart can help me right now. I feel like I’m losing everyone and my self-esteem is so shitty right now.”

He guides you to sit down and stares into your eyes intimately. It hurts hisheart to hear you say those things because they were completely untrue. “(Y/N)…why do you feel like that?”

“My life is going to shit.” 

He sighs and rests your head on his shoulder. “No matter what, you’ll neverlose me. I love you.” He spends the night holding you as you cry into his chest. He explains that he is going nowhere and that you’re a fantastic person. 

From then on out, Mondo stops at nothing to lift you back up. He works with you on your self-esteem and slowly gets you to try art once again. He supports you throughout the process and devotes all of his time and attention to you.

All he wants to do is see you get better. You spend most of the time crying and always go to him for affection; every time you need to cry, he holds you until you stop or until you fall asleep.

Mondo gives you massages whenever you are feeling stressed and leaves notes of encouragement for you to feel better. Whenever you’re apart, he’s texting you and making sure you’re okay. If he needs to, he calls or FaceTimes you regardless of where he is or what he’s doing.

And to work off some steam, he’ll take you on a beautiful scenic drive on the back of his motorcycle at your command, any time you need it. 

No matter how distant you feel, or how stressed and depressed you are, Mondo is right there by your side. He will do whatever it takes to make you feel loved and adored and he is a big help in the recovery process.

Ouma Kokichi

He isn’t the most understanding partner. Though he tries, heusually copes with humor and sarcasm and that translates into the way he cheerspeople up as well.

Ouma has had low-points but it’s easy for him to bring himself back up… you,not so much. He’s also never really had self-esteem issues like you have, or atleast not to the same extent.

Whenever you go through a wave of frustration and sadness, he panics and neverreally knows what to do. He would snap his fingers and change it if he could. But he gets flustered easily and sometimes that turns into self-doubt on his own part. He didn’t know what to do to make you feel better.

Ouma loved your art. He supported your schooling and talent completely, alwayscomplimenting it and fawning over it, even when you think it’s awful.

A lot if that was over-exaggeration as well. “Oh, my God! This is the most amaziiing art I’ve ever seen! Picasso… da Vinci, watch out!”

Usually, whenever you cry he is able to cheer you up but lately he just hasn’t beenable to do that. Ouma will never miss an opportunity to flirt with you and showhis affection to try to lift your spirits but he’s seen how discouraged you’vebecome and he doesn’t know how to cope.

You had been getting flustered over a painting, trying over and over again toperfect it. Crumpled up paper and messy canvases were strewn across the room. You kept destroying your creations because none of them were ever good enough.

Ouma was sitting by you on the couch and watching you get increasingly defeatedand upset. He was tired of you bringing yourself down and talking badly aboutyour art, but you just felt like you couldn’t get it right. “Why am I even inthis stupid school if I’m so bad at art?”

Shoving your face in your hands, you break down and start to cry. Ouma standsand rushes to your side. “Well… I don’t think it’s bad. I think it’s perfect!”

His cheery attitude wasn’t working this time. “Want DICE to take out all theshitty professors and rude classmates you have?”

Normally, some kind of off-comment like that would make you laugh but you weren’thaving it. You lift your face from your hands and look at him, irritated. Your eyes werepuffy and cheeks red, and tears continued to stream down your face.

“I can’t do anything right! I’m worthless!” You exclaim and rip yourself fromhis embrace. School was stressing you out and all of your assignments weregetting harder, and you didn’t feel like you could live up to the expectationsplaced on you.

Ouma isn’t going to let you get away with that. He stands and chases after youas you storm off, catching himself in the doorway as you try slamming it behindyou. You felt like you were growing distant from everyone including Ouma and didn’twant him around right now.

Obviously he doesn’t feel the same way. He grasps your shoulders and turns youto face him, and then firmly shakes you, but just slightly. “(Y/N), listen tome! You are not worthless and I’m not going to let you say that about yourself!”

Still, you felt like you didn’t deserve him, your self-esteem was reallygetting under your skin this time. At this point, the tears were unstoppableand you sobbed loudly, not able to form a coherent sentence.

Without warning, he slams his lips into yours and passionately kisses you to getyou to stop crying.

“What do I have to do to help?” His voice is panicky and raised, his tone was higher than usual. You blink, forcing back tears and unable to come up with a response.

Ouma works towards helping you. He still uses humor but his softer side comes out. He’s always asking you how he can help and what you want him to do for you.

He never leaves your side. He even makes art with you to make you feel better. He also keeps you busy so you don’t have time to sit around and stress about life or feel sad, so he takes you places and keeps you on your toes.

Every time you say you want to die, Ouma retaliates with self-deprecating humor. But deep down, he wants to support you so that you don’t feel like that. He does his best but doesn’t have a lot of experience with helping others in that way.

His big heart and clear effort is enough though and you get better as each day goes by.

Sayaka Maizono

Sayaka has never had to worry about self-esteemor felt frustration on the same level as you. She’s had a pretty blessed life.

And she adored your art, she loved watching you work. For such a long time, artwas your happy place and your passion. But why have you felt so disconnectedlately? You’ve felt so unhappy with everything you’ve produced recently and can’tseem to shake the nagging voice in the back of your head.

Currently, you’ve been crying nonstop. It’s been like this for quite some timenow and Sayaka has tried snapping you out of it. She is a naturallycompassionate and loving person and those feelings are only amplified with herpartner.

She is doing her best to make you feel better. Sayaka goes into mom-mode,taking care of you – cooking for you, never leaving your side, she’sessentially been bathing and changing you since you’ve been too sad to doanything lately.

It hurts her but all she can do is be there for you. Every time you muttersomething about wanting to die, she gets really angry and raises her voice. “Neverdo something stupid like that, (Y/N)! I need you here.”

You cry almost all the time and she always wipes your tears. Sayaka tries tocoax you into making art, insisting that it will make you feel better, but yourefuse. Art has only been stressing you out lately and making everything worse.

Usually, you could go to her in times of need – she was a wonderful listenerand never judged you, but you just simply felt like you couldn’t right now. Youwere pushing everyone out of your life, feeling like you’ve already growndistant from your friends and now you were doing the same to your girlfriend.

Still, Sayaka did her best to lift your self-esteem. She showers you withcompliments and always reminds you of how much she loves you but she can onlydo so much.

She was holding you as you cried into the pillow, spooning you and strokingyour hair. She let out a few silent tears of her own but never in front of you. “I feel so useless, I’m over it,” you sigh and her heart sinks.

Nuzzling her face into your hair, she sits you up and rubs her thumb againstyour cheek. “You know I love you, right?”

“I don’t know why,” you sigh and look at the ground. Your face was raw from allthe tears and constant wiping of your sleeve. “I’m worthless, and I don’tdeserve you.”

She tries to not get upset when you say things of that nature but she cannothold herself back. “That is so not true, (Y/N)! You are the most amazing personI’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to believe her but you just can’t. Life was getting the best of you and felt like it had been going against you lately. 

She rested her head on your shoulder and lifted your hand to hers, kissing the top. “I am not going anywhere. Even if you think you’re growing distant from everyone, I will always be here.” She squeezes your hand tightly and a small smile forms across your lips.

Sayaka will write songs for you and serenade you when you’re feeling down. They’re super cheesy and cliche, but that’s on purpose.

And at night when you’re getting ready to sleep, she trails kisses all the way down your body and back up, never missing an inch. She runs her hands along your skin and does her best to make you feel adored.

Sayaka will not go to sleep until you do. She waits until you’ve drifted off peacefully, and if you’re crying she strokes your hair and hums softly to lull you to sleep. She’ll kiss the tears under your eyes and wakes up early, long before you do, to bring you breakfast in bed.

And if you really can’t sleep, she wil massage you until you do in order to relieve stress.

It doesn’t matter if she loses sleep, she just wants to do the most for you. She goes out of her way to try to make you feel better.

She sends you long texts about how much she loves you and keeps you busy all the time. A day doesn’t go by where she doesn’t support you in your time of need.

Slowly, she reintroduces art into your life. She takes part and draws messy little portraits for you, and they are a lot worse than your masterpieces but she doesn’t care. She just wants to feel like she’s helping and will even hang up your art on the fridge to show you how much she loves it.

And no matter what, Sayaka is your personal little cheerleader. She always compliments you and cheers you on in everything you do to boost your confidence and self-esteem. The last thing she wants is for you to be depressed and defeated, so she tries to change that in any way that she can.

- Mod Rantaro