#and tysm for the people who help me get introduced to new ones

[karioke13]

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[yandere-metal-family]

hiiii this is my first metal family request and I feel a bit silly but this is my new obsession....

if it doesn't inconvenience you, could I have a yandere dee x reader?

the reader is sheltered and usually keeps to herself because she's shy and has a hard time making new friends. She's very innocent and tries to see the best in everyone, which is how she doesn't pick up on dee's yandere tendencies and just brushes them off as him being nervous or something

tysm in advance!

Lol yeah this is a more normal request tbh

Pt II: WIP

Moving to a new school in the middle of the year was the worst thing in the world. It was one thing to go at the beginning of the year, but the middle of the year- Everyone already had established relationships and such.

It didn't help that you weren't the most extroverted person in the world, so you doubted you'd ever make friends.

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You went into class before school started, because there was no way you were going to introduce yourself to the class. The teacher, who had his head in papers, looked up when hearing you enter and told you to sit at the third table. There was a kid named 'Dee'[?] who sat there by himself.

When the bell rung, you felt the anxiety run down your spine. You hoped no one asked you anything or mentioned anything, because you would rather die than to be noticed.

That was short lived when a blonde kid spoke to you.

"Move."

You looked at him, a little flustered, "Excuse me?"

He gestures to the seat that he was leaning on and you made an 'Ooh,' face and moved seats.

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Dee's eyes stayed on you during the whole period. You didn't look over at him once, because you wanted to pretend that maybe he wasn't looking at you and it was just your paranoia, but you were almost positive that he was looking at you.

Dee was interested in you. He knew you were new, obviously, but where were you from? Why are you here? What's your name? So and so.

He felt weird being so interested in another person, because he usually didn't care about other people. But he liked new things- and you were a new toy.

He looks down at your hands to see that were painted a nice dark purple, almost black, color. When the teacher's back is turned he nudges you.

You look over at him, a little confused, before he gestures towards your nails.

"I like your nails."

"Oh, thanks?"

After that he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the class.

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You pack your bag, before finally leaving the school. You were glad it's over and thankful no one had approached you.

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Dee wasn't listening to his brother. His eyes were instead focused on the school's interest. Heavy noticed his brother's lack of interest and looked over to the closed doors.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Dee looked at his brother, annoyed, "Nothing."

"Okay, are you ready to leave then?"

"No."

Dee was so quick to respond that it had taken Heavy by surprise. "Then what are we waiting for?"

"Nothing..."

He turns around, thinking maybe you had already left. But as he's about to leave, he hears the door open and looks back and is thrilled when seeing you. He is thrilled and walks up to you, leaving his brother behind.

"Uh, Y/n, right?"

You looked up at the voice to see the guy from one of your classes. You think he was an emo? You were unsure of which he was, but you were almost positive it was like emo punk kind of thing.

"Uh, yeah. Dee right?"

He smiles at his name, "Yeah. Uh, do you want me to walk you home? You know, so you're not alone?"

"Sure, yeah. Thank you."

He walks with you down the stairs, Dee ignoring his brother's call, but that doesn't last long.

You were confused when an orange haired boy came up to you and Dee. The kid looks at Dee, complaining about how Dee was ditching him.

"Oh, do you have to walk your little brother home?"

Dee grimace, rolling his eyes, before turning to you, "No, he can walk by himself. He's fine. Let's go," He quick to push you past Heavy, hoping that Heavy would get the hint.

[strwbivy]

I LOVE your suga/kage fic so much!! It makes me so inspired to write!! <33 Anyways, can i request a daichi or maybe osamu fic where reader becomes their manager?? How they would react maybe?? Thank you in advance, hope this fits your standards!! <333

MANAGE MY HEART — DAICHI , OSAMU .ᐟ

synopsis. you unexpectedly become a manager of the roster. you were doing your job great. doing some organizing, and helping the members of the team when they take breaks, but taking his heart wasn't part of the job!

wc. 3.2k words | genre. fluffy | cw/tags. no warnings, no yachi au (sorry!), f!reader, tanaka + noya duo mischief, slow burnish, catching feelings, onigiri lover osamu, food stuff (*´꒳`*)

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! hey anon i just wanna say tysm and omg i inspired you to write?? ACKK you flatter me sm!! anyways i tried to make a longer fic cause most of my fics are short so yea <33

leftover mail ✉ ! i'm still trying to figure out on how i should format my fics since i'm not sure on how to do so andd i kinda got lazy with osamu's part because i just really had to finish this.

a/n: just a heads up but the readers are in there second-year!

♡—SAWAMURA DAICHI ( 2,040 words , 11,263 chars )

kiyoko being in her third year of high school meaning, she's soon to retire from being a manager. therefore, she needs to find someone that will be able to manage the rowdy behavior of the team.

so then, she began her search for a possible candidate. hinata had give her a list of people who haven't joined any club, if it wasn't for hinata's assistance things would've taken much longer.

and as if the stars were aligned, you were searching for a club to join.

you were approached by a very beautiful girl, asking if you wanted to try out being a manager. and with no hesitance, you accepted the offer and she gave you some important papers and gave the date on when she'll introduce you, before leaving off with thank you.

even though kiyoko had only met you once, she knew you were the perfect one to run as manager. she just hopes that none of the other ehem.. teammates would make you run off.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

the date of kiyoko introducing you has arrived. you sheepishly followed the manager from behind, feeling a tinge amount of nervousness but at the same time you felt excited because you were getting to experience new things.

once you both have finally reached the entrance of the volleyball gym, kiyoko's voice cut through the air, calling out to those who were engrossed with practicing. she came in the building and you followed in suite. and just a few moments after you entered the gym, you were immediately noticed and got a few people came up to you.

kiyoko then announced that you were going to try out as their manager. then of course you introduced yourself.

"hello! i am uh [name] and i will be trying to be a manager here, and i hope that i'll get along with you all!" you exclaimed, trying to hide slight unease in your voice.

a few people then took turns to introducing themselves to you.

you then started to initiate short conversations here and there. you were getting quite comfortable with everyone until you felt lasers burning the back of your head.

the slight unease made you slightly shiver. you slowly turned your head, only for you to see a bald-man and a shorter one with spiky black hair with a streak of blonde, were staring directly at you with piercing eyes.

you were immediately taken aback, you couldn't help but stare back at them with a weirded-out face.

at that moment, daichi was just talking to kiyoko about the 'new' manager. he was mid sentence until the duo's antics caught his eyes. he excused himself to kiyoko and marched over to the two.

he slowly crept up behind them, and pulled them by the collar at the of their shirts. a sigh is then pulled out of him before he spoke in a deep voice.

"you two! stop staring it's rude!" he states with a frowned expression on his face before he picked them up like a mother cat lifts her kittens, with ease but in a subtle harsh manner.

you dumbfoundedly watched the man pick them up and toss them aside. he lets out a disappointed sigh before turning back to you. daichi then approaches you.

"ahh.. i'm sorry about those two, they're always like that."

he apologizes, bowing his head in a gesture of contrition, while simultaneously scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. but of course as the great captain he is, he breaks through the awkwardness.

"so you're [name] right? i'm sawamura, daichi sawamura." he says, reaching out his hand for a handshake as a warm smile came to his face.

you let out a soft laughter before responding. "well it's nice to meet you sawamura!" you cheerfully say, while you took his hand and shook it well. he then declines the polite formalities with a firm shake of his head.

"there's no need for formalities, you can call me daichi." he says, observing your face as his hand parts ways with yours.

you then nod at him. "so daichi it is then!" you cheerily exclaimed, as you plastered on a big radiant smile that almost outshined the sun.

the way his name rolled of your tongue, has left him flustered. a sense of butterflies in his stomach grew, and the pace of his heart became a tinge faster. huh? that's odd. he thinks to himself, contemplating if it was just the large amount of coffee he consumed this morning.

or was it something else? or something new?

his eyes drifted over to you, and he realized he had been staring without meaning to. "daichi? are you okay?" you asked, having your brow raised. "w-what? o-oh! yea." he replies stuttering, finally being pulled out of his thoughts.

daichi pauses for a moment.

" i'm just.. confused. "

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

after almost one long week of getting convinced by a human tangerine, and attending practice matches, or just practice in general. you were finally confident of yourself to step up and be a manager of the team.

everyone felt happy of course, as they were already comfortable with you from the star.

while this was happening, daichi was starting to have a liking for you. but honestly who wouldn't? not only you had all the characteristics and requirements to be the perfect manager, but you yourself were an absolute delight.

you were well-organized, smart, beautiful, and you cared for each of the team's members even if you showed it an aggressive way it showed care. and the way you carried yourself has him getting more fond of you.

daichi and you, became quite close as days went by. every interaction between the two of you was delightful, and for some reason he feels an overwhelming desire to be closer to you. every time you come up to him happily blabbering, a sense of joy overcomes him. he would talk to you, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.

he would try to say a joke, but it comes off corny. he brings his hand to lightly smack his face out of embarrassment, thinking you wouldn't laugh but unexpectedly he hears a soft giggle.

the embarrassed captain snaps his head to look at you, and he starts to giggle too. a faded-pink tint grew on his face.

but unbeknownst to the two of you, two certain third-years were observing from the side.

sugawara, almost immediately noticed on how daichi acted. he then nudges asahi, pointing to the giggling pair by forwarding his head.

" look asahi, i'm not the only one who's noticed it right? " the setter asked, having a slight smirk on his lips. " hm? oh them? yea of course who wouldn't? he's clearly acting odd. " asahi says, curiously putting his hand under his fuzzy chin as he closely peered to daichi's flushed expression.

as the day ends, daichi waves goodbye to you while you exit the building. daichi was staying a bit later in the court since he was the one who's gonna close the gym, and it just so happens the other third-years stayed late to wait for him.

after waving goodbye to you he turns around, only to be confronted by asahi and sugawara, who both had a smug expression.

"so you and [name] huh?" sugawara teasingly says, followed by quiet snickers from asahi. daichi retracted himself while he gave them a questioning look.

"what? what do you mean 'you' and '[name]' ?" he responds with tone that was mixed with confusion and suspicion.

sugawara then comes closer and walks around him until he reached where his ear was. he leans in and whispers something in his ear.

"tsk tsk, you're not good at hiding secrets captain." he utters in a low voice, causing for daichi to get startled. suga then goes back to asahi's side, while having an amused smile on his face. "ah.. eh.. daichi, it's kinda obvious." says the hair-bunned man, adding a nervous ha-ha at the end of his sentence, hoping daichi wouldn't get mad at him.

daichi's startled expression, is now replaced with a scowl. he folds his arms as he looks away from the two. sugawara chuckles before he karate chops daichi's stomach.

"c'mon daichi! there's no need to get embarrassed!" he says to daichi who was clutching his stomach from the impact of the attack. a cheery laugh escaped suga's lips as he looks to asahi who looked terrified from his aggression.

and from that day on, a little secret was shared between the trio.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

a few months passed by and karasuno has come out victorious and has successfully qualified for the nationals. and just before the nationals started, you had the idea to give each of the team's members a little gift, a lucky charm keychain!

you then spent a few days making the charms, making sure each keychain was unique as the person. you carefully made each of it beautifully decorated. and as you were finished making with someone's charm you moved on to dachi's. and an idea popped through your head.

recently, daichi has started to give you an itchy feeling, but not in a bad way. but you find yourself getting increasingly drawn to him, his presence stirred a fluttery feeling in your heart, and warmth to your chest.

the itch grew day by day as you spent time with him. the itchy feeling was unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed.

as the sensation became more overwhelming, you became more aware of your growing feelings for him. every time you're near him, the feeling becomes more intense. he then would question you about your nervous state but, you'd just say your just feeling uneasy.

coming back to when you were making daichi's charm, you had decided to add something to it. just to make a lil' more special than the rest.

the day of the trip to tokyo for the nationals then came, and you've decided to give it just right before the bus sets off. one by one, you gave each of them the lucky charm. they all appreciated the gift and felt more motivated than ever.

once you have given all of them your present, there was one more you haven't given.

you made a bee-line to where daichi was. your land lightly tapped his shoulder, causing for him to turn around. "oh [name]! is everyone ready to go?" he asks, having a slight excitement when mentioning your name.

"yup! so uh, i just wanted to give everyone something and here's yours." you then presented the cute orange and black colored charm on your small palms. daichi utters a gasp of surprise as his eyes sets on the gift.

"oh wow! you really made one for the whole team?" he enthusiastically speaks while he takes it from your palm. just as he was about to say his thanks, the voice of coach ukai interrupts him. you both then chuckle and head to bus.

small giggles were heard from sugawara as he sees the specific pair, but he was silence, with one look on daichi's expression.

daichi then sits down beside sugawara, the bus then started. he then looks down on his palm that held the lucky charm, his eyes observes each of the beads and he notices something. a small heart charm was in between on some beads, he then feels sense of shock.

he then asks for suga's charm, and he checks it. no heart charm. afther then he checks asahi's who was just infront of him, no heart charm. he then tries to take a peek with the others charm, and once again, there's no sight of the charm that he has.

a warm feeling arises on his face, and his heart thumped a bit faster. sugawara who was confused, on why daichi was quite literally 'inspecting' the other's charms notices daichi's face and that his gaze was fixated on his charm and he sees it.

a small smirk comes to his lips. "hmm someone's feeling quite special." he mumbles to the captain, his tone being an amused one.

his cheeks had a tint of pink, and a smile that reached to his ears.

daichi then lets out a low chuckle before speaking.

"yea, i guess i am a bit special."

♡—MIYA OSAMU ( 1,243 words , 6851 chars )

when you became inarizaki's new manager, osamu never really noticed you.

your presence was almost a blur to him, but it all became a clarity like going from a blurry image to sharp clear image, when you had brought those delicious homemade onigiris as a thank you gift for welcoming you to the team.

as soon his eyes set on the plate you held, he lost his self-control and hungrily grabbed an onigiri instinctively. the unexpected gesture took you by surprise as you looked at him dazed.

osamu single-mindedly, he licks his lips his lips in anticipation, while his mouth watered at the sight. slowly but surely, he takes a munch out of it. and oh my god, was he not astonished by the taste. another bite followed by another, his eyes waters at how savory it is!

with every chew and chomp he takes, his heart throbs with delight.

he savors each bite he takes, and after a few chomps, he finishes eating. he lets out a huff of satisfaction before turning to you who had a shocked face.

"these are amazing,"

"did ya' makes them yourself?" he asks in an unconcerned tone, as if he didn't just ravish the onigiri in just a minute.

even though you were just in a state of shock, you immediately beam up at his compliment, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. you nodded, saying,

"ahh yea I did! i'm glad you enjoyed them." you answered as some chimed in their agreement, compliment and praising the delectability of the homemade snacks.

the others then continued to enjoy the onigiris, as osamu inhales the aroma coming from the others' snacks. as he relished under the addictive smell, he pondered about on what ways you made the delectable onigiris.

he pulls himself from reality as he thoughts of a question, but to his surprise, you beat him to it.

"do you enjoy cooking, osamu? that's your name right?" you asked curiously, and osamu nodded, having a slight smile to his face as he replied,

"i do actually, i've always got a' passion for food and cooking, er.. mostly food. i also love creating new dishes and experimenting with different flavors and textures. do you do too?" he admits and expresses his passion for food as he asked you a question back.

"yes! absolutely!" you nodded your head enthusiastically as your eyes sparkled with interest when you finally found someone whose interest is also cooking.

the both of you then have a conversation about foods, cookery, and stuff that are related to those topics. he replies with a thrilled voice whenever you would ask him a question, and vice versa.

as you and osamu animatedly talk about cooking, a couple of the other theme members chimed in their own experiences observations, sharing a few embarrassing stories here and there.

"here i have one, 'tsumu 'burnt' cup noodles, i donno what came to his mind that he thought he had ter' fry it." he lets out a bried chuckle, while his twin immediately retorts back having a nasty glare as the rest of the team shared a loud laughter, poking fun at the embarrassed atsumu while they were at it.

osamu's chuckle faded into a smile, he then turned to look at you. an unfamiliar giddy feeling suddenly reached to his chest, he scrunches his eyes at the feeling, he tries to ignore it, but the more he glanced at you, the more the feeling lasted.

"huh."

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

because of the you and his shared interest, you both engaged in conversations. the both of you shared ideas about cooking and giving recipes to each other occasionally.

during one of your conversations, an idea sparked up in your mind.

"oohh osamu! i should bring some of my homemade foods maybe for a week? you could be my little taste tester, hehehe." you spoke excitedly, while osamu, without hesitation, fully agreed to the idea.

"sure, i do want to taste those delicious onigiris again." a drool trickled down his chin as he envisioned the well-missed food. you laughed at the salivating man, gosh, he couldn't just wait to have a snack of those onigiris once again!

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

in the first day, you gave him five of those onigiris he dearly craved for. and he gobbled them all up, carefully savoring each snack. seeing him truly enjoy them made you want to push your efforts to making more.

and so, in the second day, you made yakitori, grilled chicken skewers that were marinated in a variety of seasonings. and without any doubt, he eats the skewers with teary eyes from how good they tasted.

he's so gosh damn in love with you your cooking, the way he would outright do anything for you it.

for the next two days, you had cooked him mouthwatering foods like, mentaiko—spicy cod roe and okonomiyaki—a japanese savory pancake. the flavoring of each dish has him growing more fond and fond of you. his taste buds savored the flavoring, and your cooking always fails to not make his day.

and for the last day, it being the very last day of him being as your taste tester, you decided to make it a little extra special.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

the bell loudly rings, finally! he'll finally get to eat some of your delectable homemades. he knows today will be the last day, he's quite upset, but he also feels glad that he got to eat so much of your delicious cooking for a week!

he exits out of the classroom, making a beeline to the canteen while he pondered and wondered what you had made him today. when he reaches the canteen, he spots you sitting on your and his usual spot.

a light smile appears on his features, as he skips through the busy crowds of students.

"[name]! whatcha' made this time?" he asks excitedly while he sits in front of you. his face visibly looks excited, awaiting to find out what you made him, making you chuckle before speaking,

"okay so, since it's the last day of you being my taste tester and stuff, i decided to make a..." you paused your sentence, reaching for something beside you.

you proudly set a bento box on the table. "bento box!" you happily said, as you awaited for his reaction.

osamu stared at the bento box with widened eyes before slowly taking it and took a short glance to you as he opened it.

a surprised gasp falls from his mouth when he completely takes off the box's lid, revealing a variety of homemade food. "aahh yes! thank yer' so much!" he says as he straight away digs into the food. you almost feel worried for him when he chokes on something when he takes a spoonful bite.

with each bite, he feels a sense of delight. his taste buds danced the marvelous taste. he then pulls up his head and looks to you with begging eyes.

"g-god, this is so good! please [name] let me be your taste tester for longer!" he exclaims, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he honestly didn't care at this moment.

your face heated at his comment, you can't tell if it's from embarrassment or something about the way he pleaded.

but nonetheless, you hesitantly nodded your head shyly. the man then happily smiles, gulping the food he chewed before speaking.

"i wanna be yer' taste tester forever."

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[astoryshark]

Would you be able to write a Goku×Human Reader fic? Maybe some kind of meet-cute where Goku is introduced to the reader? You could also maybe have them meet as children. Tysm! ~blushinggoku

A new training partner - Son Goku x f! Human! Reader

This is my first Dragonball fic so bear with me! I hope I got Goku's character somewhat right :o

Enjoy! @blushinggoku

"Come on Krillin! Show me what you got"

"Of course! Don't underestimate me Goku!"

Son Goku and his long childhood friend Krillin are training together in an open, green field. Its far out in the wild since their training sessions can get very heated and this way, they can't disturb other people and or destroy people's properties. Son Goku, who recently won the martial arts tournament and saved earth from demon King Piccolo, is having the upper hand. His last fights made him a lot stronger and even though Krillin knows that he won't give in easily. He also has his pride as one of Master Roshi's students.

In one swift motion, Goku uses a mismove of Krillin to his advantage and sends him flying. However, it seems that the black-haired fighter has underestimated his own power since the distance grows and grows and doesn't seem to stop anytime soon. Goku's expression scrunches up "Sorry Krillin!" he shouts after him and gets going to see where he went.

Little did they know that there was somebody else who was enjoying the quietness of the nature and the big, open fields for their own training. A young woman focused on the movements of her kicks and punches, her body and mind moving as one. Her eyes lit up as she notices a foreign source of Ki coming closer to her location. Her eyes focus on the direction and before it can hit her, she catches the smaller man and holds him upside down on his ankle.

"W-Woah hey! Let me go!"

He sounded nervous, wriggling around in the woman's iron tight grip.

"Who are you and why did you try to attack me?"

She asks in a strong voice, glaring down at him. Krillin gulps.

"W-What? No No, this is a misunderstanding! I did not try anything! I was about to crash into you because I-”

Before he could explain himself, there was a second source of Ki coming closer. It was on a completely different level, making the woman feel a bit uneasy. Whatever it was, it was strong, but it did not feel hostile.

"Krillin? Are you okay? I didn't mean to throw ya away this hard!"

Goku catches up to his friend and as he sees the situation, he tilts his head in confusion.

"Whos that? Are ya training a new technique or something-?"

"No! Now help me, please!"

Krillin sounds desperate, the blood already getting into his head from hanging upside down for so long. The womans eyes widen a bit.

"Wait, who?"

Her e/c eyes look him up and down. His black spiky hair, the very well-trained physique, the orange Gi and the strong Ki that radiates from him. Now it clicks. She looks down at Krillin, his face started to get pale and his expression screams that he is not feeling good at all. She lets him down carefully and holds up her arms in defense.

"I deeply apologize! I thought your friend wanted to attack me!" she bows down, and her face is tainted in a light, embarrassed blush.

Goku processes her words and then smiles

“No worries! Krillin can take that” he answers with a chuckle.

His best friend lays on the ground, the blood slowly running back into his body

“Y-Yeah..absol..absolutely” he mumbles in a defeated voice.

The fighter stretches his hand out to the woman

“Names Goku by the way! Nice to meet ya!”

He introduces himself with a warm smile. Y/N takes a deep breath and takes his hand, shaking it with a firm grip

“Nice to meet you too, my name is Y/N. I actually heard a lot about you” she answers with a small chuckle.

“Oh really? hope it's nothing bad then!” he answers and then helps his best friend up from the ground.

Krillin shakes his head to regain focus and brushes some dust off his Gi, the smaller warrior looks up to his friend

“Thanks man. I think I was about to pass out” he mumbles the last part quietly to himself.

Y/N shakes her head

“No, no don't worry. I know you from the tournament to be exact. I watched you fight and have to admit that your skills are very impressive.” she answers, a small shy blush makes itself present on her cheeks. It's not that she only watched one fight, she watched all. His fighting style and lighthearted personality caught her interest quickly.

Goku smiles brightly at the compliment and his eyes light up, as he thinks back to the tournament

"It was an amazing experience! There were so many strong opponents to fight. Man..thinking about this makes me feel all pumped up!"

He says energized and Y/N can pick up on his Ki raising slightly, mimicking his excitement for a good fight. Goku then holds his chin, thinking for a moment

"Wait a minute"

He then points at his friend, "Krillin was flying quite fast since i threw him with a lot of force" , his finger moves over to Y/N who starts to get a bit uncomfortable "And you caught him! Means your reflexes are quite good"

Krillin's eyes widen at the statement, and he looks up to the woman

"He's right! Hey Y/N, are you a fighter by any chance?"

Y/N starts to sweat nervously and looks to the side

“A-Ah..uhm..yeah but like I-” she gets cut off by Goku's strong hands gripping her shoulders

“I knew it! Then come, join us in training!” he suggests excited, his dark pupils sparkle “This will get all of us stronger!

Krillin smiles and nods in agreement

"He's right, the more the merrier"

Y/N starts to blush at the sudden contact, her eyes wander over to his toned arms that are gripping her shoulders pleasantly firm. She snaps back to reality quickly, not wanting anyone to notice her nearly drooling over the fighter. She then looks back up into his puppy like eyes. How could she ever say no to his request?

“Okay okay, I'm in! But my level of skill doesn't match yours in the slightest so..I don't know if you guys really benefit from training with me” she answers a bit nervous, avoiding eye contact.

Goku smiles and squeezes her shoulders reassuringly before letting go. Y/N already misses the contact.

“Doesn't matter! Any kind of training will get us stronger so come on, let's get right into it”

Y/N nods and the three of them start to get into a fighting position. The woman is utterly nervous, her limbs shaking a bit. //I have to try my best! No way I will miss this opportunity//

Krillin does not like the thought to fight against a woman at first, but he gets into the mood quickly after seeing how hard Y/N tries and that she surely knows how to throw some good punches. Even against Goku.

Goku smiles brightly and encourages Y/N to try and show some more, hyping her up. He can feel how much potential is hidden inside of her. How she partially blocks her Ki out of nervousness and not believing in herself strong enough. He wants to change that.

After hours and hours of training, Y/N falls onto her knees. Her breathing is heavy, and her body drenched in sweat, an amazing feeling if she is honest with herself.

Goku sits down beside her and smiles “That was great! You are really tough” he compliments her, stretching his limbs to prevent any after-training cramps.

Y/N’s cheeks start to blush in a deep red which is not coming from the exhaustion. Hearing such a compliment from him, a fighter of his skill, is really making her heart race

“T-Thank you..It was a lot of fun to train with you guys” she answers with a warm smile.

Goku stretches his hand out to her and helps her up, giving her hand a light extra squeeze before letting go. He looks down to her

"There is a lot of potential hidden inside you, Y/N. I can feel it!"

Y/N looks questioning at him

"You're limiting yourself through your mind" he taps at her forehead softly "Stop questioning yourself and your abilities and start believing in them! It will help you grow in no time." he adds and smiles warmly at her.

Y/N eyes widen a bit, something about his words tickle her emotions in just the right way. Her chest feels all warm and fuzzy. She looks up to him, his buzzing, strong but gentle Ki radiating of off him. She needs to smile and nods.

"Thank you Goku, your words mean a lot. I will definitely work on that"

Goku grins and lays his arms behind his head lazily

"Im looking forwards to next time already!"

Y/N blinks a few times, a faint blush creeping up on her face again

"Next time?"

[cerisahh]

YOUNG LOVE

pairings — toritsuka reita x reader

request — hiii!! i was wondering if u could do some toritsuka reita x f reader headcanons where the reader is also a medium? TYSM 🙏 - @lawlietkitty

tags — fluff, mentions of dead people (ghosts), toristuka is socially awkward lmfao, saiki is sick of his bs, so is aiura, reader finds it cute, toritsuka has a crush on you, he's down BAD, quick cameo from the PK psykicks (i love them), toritsuka 'the freak' reita's redemption arc basically

cerisa speaks — i got u my good sis, i barely see anything for toritsuka so i am happy to be one of the few who write for him. references to episodes might not be accurate it’s been a year since i’ve last watched

・　naturally, as a new transfer student, you are the talk of the school for a few days.

・　you’re set up in class three, and you quickly make friends with a girl sat next to you - aiura mikoto.

・　class goes smoothly, not many ghosts linger whilst lessons are ongoing, so none of the deceased are able to distract you.

・　break doesn’t go as peacefully as your first few lessons. people from other classes come into yours to introduce themselves to you. aiura manages to shoo them away and introduce you to her friends.

・　you only get to exchange greetings with yumehara and smile as aiura says saiki’s name before toritsuka works his way into the conversation.

・　he is practically bouncing off the walls and salivating at the prospect of a new female student. aiura was fine, but she was infatuated with saiki.

・　plus she was super mean to him.

・　so he formulated a foolproof plan. he allows a ghost to possess his body in order to smooth talk you.

・　unfortunately for him you can sense that there’s two souls possessing one body. but your eyes do light up, this guy must be a spirit medium too!

・　you actually don’t have to do anything to the spirit inhabiting his body because saiki started sending threatening messages directly to toritsuka’s brain in order for the spirit to leave.

・　you ask toritsuka if he’s a medium and he’s SOOO FUCKING SMUG because he assumes that someone told you about him.

・　“heh, my reputation precedes me. want me to tell you who your guardian spirit is?”

・　you unintentionally humble him (to the delight of saiki) real quick by telling him you’re a medium too. guy literally turns three shades redder and is like oh! ok, that’s fine - cool! that’s great. YOU’RE great - I MEAN THAT YOU’RE A MEDIUM TOO. that’s great. haha… (awkward laughter)

・　he’s embarrassed to talk to you after that. he’s kicking himself for blowing another chance with a pretty girl 😭

・　anyways, you decide to branch out a little and find people with similar interest to you, so, you join the occult club!

・　obviously toritsuka created the club so he could get girls but when you walk he’s locked in. god has given him a second chance and man is not gonna waste it.

・　he begs saiki to help him get closer to you (“not indecently this time, saiki! please help me! just one chance - i’ll do anything PLEASE 🙏 ”)

・　what a pain.

・　so all the members of the club end up going on a night trip trekking through the woods, and you split up into teams of two.

・　kaidou is with yumehara, saiki is with makino, and toritsuka paired himself with you.

・　it’s dark and the forest is filled with creatures of the night - and a few ghosts. you two actually get into a pretty deep chat about your abilities. when they manifested, what you can do, etc.

・　you learn that he can force his soul into another body and take over - which you can’t do. in turn, you have the ability to exorcise ghosts and send them to where they wish to be.

・　it’s pretty healing to talk to someone who more or less shares the same experiences as you. you guys get so familiar that he accidentally slips up and tells you about saiki’s powers.

・　then there’s a voice in your head: you will not tell anyone that i am a psychic. if you slip up like that inept creep you’ll regret it.

・　you affirm that you won’t tell anyone about him - and then bug him to not read your mind because that’s creepy - then turn back to toritsuka who looks paler than a ghost. and you would know because there’s one behind him. saiki definitely scared the shit out of him with whatever he said.

・　that night ends with toritsuka complaining about saiki (which you're pretty sure he can still... hear? you don't say or think anything bad about him just in case) and getting scared shitless by an owl that flew directly into his face.

・　thanks to toritsuka’s idiocy - you get integrated into the PK psykicks! a group only three (now four) people know about!

・　aiura is ecstatic, saiki is indifferent, and toritsuka is pretty much smitten.

・　toritsuka freaky as hell as we all know, but that’s just because he’s… freaky as hell.

・　but… he hasn’t ever had a crush before??? girls he thought were hot? sure. crushes? not since you came and messed up how his brain is wired.

・　everyone, and i mean EVERYONE soon notices how much toritsuka has mellowed out - no more accosting and fraternising with random female students. it’s like he’s only looking at you.

・　even saiki is like damn, maybe he isn’t actually all that bad.

・　he’s really trying to make this work. he doesn’t want to do anything to make you want to leave.

・　he does eventually work up the courage to ask you on an official date at a notorious couples spot. you agree to meet up with him there.

・　you know that hidden fist pump people do when they’re super happy something has worked out? as soon as your back has turned to leave that’s what he does.

・　“i saw that.” — “n-no you didn’t!”

・　first date goes swimmingly. toritsuka is visibly nervous but cools considerably once you carry the conversation.

・　a few regular ghosts you guys see around a lot actually come up and speak with you two, to tease, congratulate, and remiss on their own memories with their partners.

・　one ghost couple who you tend to see floating about outside the temple toritsuka lives at comes and speak with you both also. the elder man jests at his grandson finally going on a proper date with a lady and ruffles his hair. (well, tries to ruffle his hair - his hand phases through toritsuka’s skull)

・　the night ends off on a high note, with reita (as he now insists you call him) walks you home.

© CERISAHH 2024

[etherealspacejelly]

hi!! you seem like a very chill and kind person so I thought I'd ask you. I'm fairly new to this website and I don't know how to make friends on here or how to engage and chat with people? if that makes sense. (I'm also autistic so maybe I just have a hard time picking up on The Rules if there are any). I was wondering if you could maybe perhaps give me some tips? tysm in advance! (also: hope you're having a nice timezone :) )

absolutely i can give you some tips!!!

the first thing you want to do is make sure you're posting things. no one will want to follow you if theres nothing on your blog! make original posts about your thoughts on things you care about (and make sure to tag them appropriately!), and reblog things you like, and likeminded people might give you a follow!

follow some accounts that follow you, especially if they have shared interests. making mutuals is the best way to make friends. write friendly/funny responses to things in the tags of their posts, send them asks to get to know them, and tag them in things you think they'll like

i would advise sending asks first before any direct messages, as this is a more public and informal space so it makes people more at ease with interacting with you. if you dont know what to ask, find some of those ask games that people are always reblogging and take one of those questions (thats what i do!)

if you want to direct message someone and start an actual conversation, this is usually pretty universally welcomed if you are already mutuals with the person and have been exchanging asks and comments in tags for a while. if you are Not mutuals with the person in question, make sure to introduce yourself and state your intentions Straight Away. dont just start messaging them as if you're already friends. if you arent mutuals, its pretty likely they have no clue who you are, but they might still be interested in being friends if you tell them thats what you're after!

my last piece of advice is, dont jump into a conversation with nothing to talk about. if you are initiating the conversation, it is on You to bring something to the table to start things going. otherwise you're putting a lot of pressure on the other person to make the conversation engaging, when they didnt even choose to start the conversation in the first place! think of it like you're auditioning to be this persons friend, you want to make a good impression!

go to their blog first and look at what they post about. have they reblogged a bunch of gifsets from a show you dont watch? ask about the show! whats the plot about, who is their favourite character, what do they like about it, etc.

thats pretty much it! this is the way i have made most of my friends on here. i hope that helps. good luck!

[blushinggray]

change of plans: part 12 [final]

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 12/12 (part 11 | part 1)

cw // fluff. sappy, sugary, cavity-inducing fluff. slight angst, self reflection, implied sexual content. and last warning: fluff

a/n: finally at the finish line, folks!! tysm for sticking with me to the end and being so patient for this last part. i hope you enjoy it so very much. also watch out, bc this last part is about 17k

—

Hanta believes in love. He always has.

He's seen it in his family, his friends, in the movies, TV shows, photographs, books, everywhere. He'd say he's even been in love himself before. It was a wild and exciting adolescence, and they eventually grew out of each other, but it was real.

And because Hanta knows that it can be real, he knows that it's perfectly fine to take his time. He's a romantic at heart, but there's nothing wrong with having a good time.

If he’s learned anything from his family’s and friends’ relationships, and all the telenovelas his cousins made him watch in the past, it’s that it’s perfectly natural to take time to build a connection. As well for a little drama to crop up in the process.

So that's why he spends the first half of his college years playing the field, seeing what kind of style of love or partner he likes, building skill and experience.

It's not that he's afraid of commitment, despite what his reputation or body count might imply. It's more like... he hasn't really found anyone he's truly interested in yet.

Yeah, he's connected with plenty of people, charmed his way into the graces of many a pretty face, and he's diligent about his partners' pleasure — he never lets them leave with just one orgasm, if he can help it. And there have been a few that he comes back to once or twice.

But still, he rarely comes across someone who makes him think, "they could be the one."

Someone who could make him feel that beautiful thing he's seen shared in a tender kiss, or a soft hug in the kitchen, or worn hands kneading tortilla dough together, or a conversation over morning coffee.

That's not to say he hasn't tried before, because he has. He has plenty of tricks he's learned over the years from his family and friends all over the world to woo someone and give them a few more butterflies.

But it's not just about that. He has to feel it; that connection, that desire, that passion. It has to be real, and mutual.

And he's sure that when the person comes, he'll just know.

When he meets you for the first time, he barely has a clue.

He's at a live karaoke bar with friends. Usually there are always some drunk college kids who are willing to step up to the mic and entertain or annoy the room, but it's actually pretty dead that night.

Hanta's mainly here because Denki brought him to hang out with his other friends in the psych department. He's met Monoma and Tokage before, but there were a few new faces he was getting to know tonight, namely Shinsou and Honenuki — both of whom resembled zombies in laughably different ways.

In Shinsou's case, it was the dark circles that would make you think he had already died once. Probably because he's already working his ass off to get into the school's graduate program.

For Honenuki though, he just had a really sharp facial structure, like his skin was thinner than most people's so it'd make every bone in his face stand out. Hanta's always had big teeth and a wide smile himself, but he swears he could practically see Honenuki's molars when the guy smiled.

They were all cool though, and they knew a bunch of people around, so Hanta's introduced to even more new faces throughout the night. Many of whom are very pretty, he might add.

When he's spoiled for choice, he tries to take his time to see who's interested in some conversation first. Not that he's opposed to a dirty fuck in the bathroom every once in a while, but the night is still young.

So far, his attention's been taken up by this cute brunette twink with a small waist and perky ass. He's got a bunch of piercings in his ears and one on his septum. And he had "let slip" that his nipples are done too, which Hanta is always a fan of.

They're all having a good time, taking shots, getting drinks, cheering on whoever's willing to get up to the slightly raised, circular stage in the middle of the bar and grab the mic.

Hanta's got his arm around the cute brunette's waist — whose name is Riki, he's learned — a while later, helping hold him up since he's apparently a lightweight and already had two drinks. And with the way Riki's clinging onto him, Hanta's fairly sure he'll get to see those nipple piercings for himself later tonight.

Some point in the night, Denki is complaining about how no one's given a decent performance on stage so far, "Like, how come none of the acapella girls are out tonight? They love this place!"

"There's an acapella group at our school?" Shinsou asks.

"Yeah, but they're like, not an official school club or anything." Denki waves his hand, "They just sing together out in the quad or something. There's no big competitions to try out for like in 'Pitch Perfect.'"

"Oh yeah, I've seen them singing together out in the grass sometimes, too." Riki says, "I heard they're actually just friends from one of the local church choirs."

"Yeah, they are." Honenuki confirms, "I'm friends with a few of them, and they're pretty good. They post videos of them singing online sometimes that do pretty well."

“Sero’s pretty friendly with a few of them too, aren’t you?” Denki shoots a look over at Hanta, like a little shit.

Does he not see this cute boy hanging off of him right now?

“You should call them up and invite ‘em out here!” Denki suggests.

“Shut up, dude.” Hanta shakes his head, rolling his eyes, “I’m not that close with them. I don’t even think I have their numbers saved.”

He does. But calling up girls that he’s only ever slept with before when he might be sleeping with someone else tonight would not be the move.

"Honenuki, you should call them to come out then!" Denki moves on quickly, "This place is so dead tonight, we needa liven it up a bit."

"I mean, I can ask, but there's no guarantee that they'll come." Honenuki shrugs, but takes out his phone anyway.

It was a long shot, but by some miracle, one of his friends responds and apparently she's already out on the town at another bar with some of her own friends. So she said she'd hop over here since they were figuring out their next stop anyway.

And when a new group of about five girls show up to the bar, Honenuki waves you over. Hanta doesn’t recognize you or any of the friends you’ve brought along, which is a relief to him.

You lead your group over and get everybody introduced, though you and Denki already seem to know each other.

"We had a communications class together in freshman year." Denki explains.

"Your presentations were always hilarious." You chuckle at him, "You were definitely high during most of them."

"Oh shit, that obvious?" Denki laughs with you for a bit until eventually, he says, "But I didn't know you were part of the acapella group!"

"I'm not part of the church choir that most of the girls are in, but I'm friends with most of them. So they just let me join in whenever they're doing a singing circle or whatever." You shrug. "I'm definitely not nearly as good as any of them though."

"Oh, come on. You're good." Honenuki says, nudging you with an elbow. "That's why they keep inviting you to join them."

You hum with a cheeky smile before you nudge him back, "Well, you said it, not me."

"You should sing something tonight." Honenuki suggests, offering you the weed pen he’s been smoking from, "It'd really liven up the place."

"Yeah? You need me to wave around my karaoke mic like a magic wand to save your night?" You joke, still smiling even as you take the vape.

Honenuki meets your smile halfway, suddenly creating something more electric in the room.

And he says, "What? You didn't come here to save my night?"

“Okay.” You break into a small snort as you shift your body towards him as you bring the vape pen up to your mouth, creating a soft tension that Hanta can't look away from. "And what do I get for singing a little song for you?"

At that, Honenuki gives you a small shrug before leaning in to whisper something into your ear while you're slowly inhaling from the mouthpiece. And when he pulls back, the two of you watch each other as you blow out the thin smoke.

There's a special kind of tension there that slows everything down around you, and Hanta can't help but watch and appreciate it, kind of wishing he had something like that for himself.

"You know ‘Fierce Wings’?" You eventually ask, breaking the long, sticky gaze with Honenuki.

"By Hawks? Yeah." Honenuki answers.

"You start, then. I'll sing backup." You say as you take another long puff before returning the pen to him, then beckoning for him to follow you up to the song selection tablet placed beside the stage.

That's how Honenuki gets wrangled into taking the stage as the main vocalist of the song you end up choosing. You really do just take up the supporting role of the song, harmonizing with him and singing the background lyrics in the chorus until you trick everyone into thinking Honenuki is the star of the performance.

Hanta really doesn't know what to make of the whole thing, but the bar and the stage do end up getting livelier after that. There are cheers and suddenly other people are queueing up songs, and Hanta vaguely recalls you taking the stage again with your friends at some point.

He ends up a little preoccupied with Riki's cute, heart-shaped nipple rings to remember much else about that night, but the effect of your presence doesn’t leave him or his memory.

—

He does remember you the next time he sees you at a party.

Denki's the one who greets you and reintroduces Hanta to you, though you only give him a polite smile and greeting before starting a conversation somewhere else. He doesn't think much of it until he sees you jamming out in the living room with a few of your friends, like something out of a coming-of-age movie.

And that’s probably the first time he lets himself take a good look at you, long enough to realize how pretty you are.

Maybe he was a little too preoccupied to realize it last time, but it’s pretty hard not to notice a smile like that. Especially when you put a little playfulness into it.

Hanta doesn’t get to see it for himself a lot. Every time he runs into you at a party after that, he only ever catches that pretty smile when you’re laughing at someone else’s jokes, or singing and dancing along to a song that’s playing, or cackling drunkly with your friends, or maybe even flirting with someone else.

And he can tell when you’re flirting with someone.

You’ll have that smile on your face, but suddenly the air around you will just thicken and fill up with that same tension he felt around you that first night at the karaoke bar. Tension that Hanta can sense even from across the room or through a window or from the balcony he’s (unintentionally) watching from.

You flirt in a way that makes him feel like he’s wading through honey just from watching you.

It’s not long before he starts to wonder if he can get a taste of it for himself. And to his credit, he gives it an honest try. Comes up to you and tries to start a longer conversation or make a flirty joke, but you never give him the opening for long.

After a while of assuming it’s just bad timing on his part, Hanta starts to realize that your excuses are very much intentional.

“Oh hey! That’s my friend over there, I’m gonna go catch up with them. Nice talking to you, Sero.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t planning on staying long tonight. Got an exam coming up.”

“I was actually on my way to the bathroom. If you’ll excuse me.”

“Ugh. You are too much.” You had just straight up rolled your eyes at him once and left (after an admittedly cheesy line), “Catch ya later.”

While you never fail to escape him, he doesn’t get the sense that you’re uninterested in him. He has a feeling that if you really wanted nothing to do with him, you’d let him know.

Because he’s seen it. Those short tickles of tension that fill the space between you when your eyes meet for a little too long. A short few seconds where you let your guard down and enjoy yourself in front of him.

Something’s there. If he could just extend those seconds for a little longer…

“Are you ever going to stop making those dumb, googly eyes and actually, you know, talk to her?” Mina breaks him out of his thoughts one night, when they’re all just kicking back at Denki’s place.

In all honesty, Hanta wasn’t even sure if he wanted to come tonight, but when his friend eventually dropped your name among the others that were coming, he couldn’t stop his own sudden change of heart.

Not that his chances with you will improve any more than he’s tried so far, but it doesn’t stop him from showing up and staring (apparently obviously) from his corner of the room anyway.

“I’ve talked to her,” Hanta defends himself, taking a gulp of the vodka and orange he mixed himself before he shrugs, “She just doesn’t wanna talk to me.”

“What? Why not?” Mina asks.

“Probably because he’s already slept with a few of her friends.” Denki snorts, finishing up his own drinks on the counter.

He hands one of them to Mina, who takes it with a hum, “That checks out.”

“Hey! How is that my fault?” Hanta defends again, “I met them all on different occasions. And it was always mutually casual.”

“Okay, whatever.” Mina rolls her eyes before taking a sip of the poison Denki mixed her before almost choking on it.

“Well, cut him some slack.” Denki shrugs, “He definitely hasn’t made those googly eyes at any of her friends so far. Honestly the first time I’ve seen Hanta simp like this since high school.”

“I am not simping.” Hanta groans, “I’m just interested in her. That’s all.”

He wants to feel how dense the air gets when you turn that playful smile at him. Maybe take a bath in it if you let him. He just has yet to convince you that it’d be worth your while.

But Denki might have a point. If Hanta’s reputation precedes him, then that would explain why you barely ever spare him more than a few minutes of your time.

"Well, I think you guys would be cute together, so I am totally onboard with this little crush." Mina smiles widely, clearly eager to start meddling. She’s already turning over to Denki to ask, “Do you still have that Jenga set that we wrote on?”

By some miracle of Mina’s making, about an hour later, he’s sitting in a circle with you and the others, looking down at your pretty eyes as he spits a shot of jaeger into your open, waiting mouth. He’s almost immediately at half mast as you look up at him while you take all of his alcohol and spit.

And not too long after that, he’s nursing his poor semi with the sound of your drunken giggles in the kitchen, taking up your space, absolutely relishing the feeling of you finally flirting back.

He savors every smile, returns every comment, and takes every opening that leads him to the taste of your lips.

Because once he finally does get to press his lips into yours, with a mouthful of orange juice no less, he gets it.

He finally gets what he was missing, what he’s been wanting to know this whole time.

What it feels like to be caught up in your eyes and honey web aura, and to enjoy capture.

When you sigh like that and wrap your arms and legs around him after he places you on the edge of the sink, Hanta thinks that maybe he enjoys being caged after all.

If you wanted to keep him anchored to you with this dense, hot-wired, yet giddy feeling you bring out of him, he can’t say that he’d mind.

Just when he starts to think he’s going to have the best night of his life, however, he’s interrupted.

Then pushed away.

Then stumped as you pull a move that Hanta did not expect.

You look like you just had to snap yourself out of a bad dream when you turn on the sink and splash the adorably dazed look you had right off your face.

He has no idea what’s going on, but suddenly you’re apologizing and leaving the kickback like you hadn’t just weaved bits of Hanta’s soul into some new, puzzling shape.

Maybe it was a good thing that Mina and Toru accidentally interrupted, as much as his dick wants to say otherwise. Hanta finds it dizzying to settle back into reality after that kiss. It’s like the two of you had built up your own little world around him before you suddenly broke it right back down.

Hanta can't seem to get the taste of you out of his mind even when he washes it out of his mouth with more drinks.

Mina keeps trying to convince him that there's still hope, but the way you broke out of his arms and ran for the door was as clear as rejection could be. As much fun as you seemed to be having with him tonight, there is clearly something holding you back.

Ironically, Hanta is more fired up than ever to try and close the distance now that he knows how you flirt and taste firsthand.

He’s finally in your peripheral. He just has to find a way to stay there.

—

He hadn't expected to see you again so soon, let alone have one of the nicest meals he's had with a new companion in a while.

According to Magne-san, he was just all smiles throughout lunch, which she made sure to tease him for while he paid the bill.

Which, fine, yeah he was playing up the humor and smooth talk a little more than usual, since he saw you react so well to that when you were flirting with other guys before.

But it didn't seem to have the same effect on you when he did it, which kind of sucks.

He thought he was doing pretty well with the banter, though he was caught off guard a few times when you genuinely made him laugh.

Even when you’ve got your guard up around him, you’re still rather pleasant to talk to. Or at least, you bounce off of Hanta’s playfulness pretty easily. He finds himself wishing for lunch to last just a while longer, so he can keep rallying with you, convince you to lower your walls just a little more.

But by the time he and you part ways at the station, it still doesn't feel like he's changed your impression of him. He didn't even get your number, or any kind of real promise to see you again.

He did manage to sneak a photo of you.

While he told you he deleted it, he sent it to Mina first to archive it. It was just so cute. When he gets home and settles down in his room, it's the first thing he pulls up to stare at for a while.

Your cute, concentrated face being stuffed with noodles as you genuinely enjoy the food at one of his favorite places. It's so casual and natural that he could probably convince himself that this is a date picture.

He saves it to his favorites and tries not to think about your pretty face and sarcastic humor for the rest of the week.

—

Running into you at Jirou's place is an actual coincidence. Mina and Toru hadn't mentioned anything about this hangout to him since it was probably a girls' thing in the first place, but Denki wanted to crash the party when Hanta mentioned he was going to drop by to give Jirou her edited photos.

It was coincidence, but... when you don't choose to sit away from him, he can't help but get close.

And then, when you start to run your fingers through his hair, he can't help but melt against you.

Once you start singing in perfect harmony with Yaomomo, casually revealing that you know French, he can't help but just stare up at you in awe.

And then, when you start talking about some French guy named Aoyama, telling stories about him that put a cheery laugh on your pretty face, Hanta can't help but feel a light pain in his chest. As well as the irritable burn of jealousy flaring up.

"Hey, c'mere." He brings your attention back to him when he receives the blunt again.

He doesn't know what possesses him to do it, to kiss you in front of everyone unprompted, but he does it.

The jealousy is one thing, but the nerve to bring you down to shotgun a breath of smoke into your mouth as an excuse to get your mind off of this super funny French dude you're talking about is... Well, it's certainly a surprise to him.

What's even more of a surprise, though, is that you give him that cheeky look of yours and return the favor, snatching the blunt out of his hand to blow a fresh breath of smoke right back into his mouth.

Hanta tries not to kiss back too eagerly, despite the fact that he's got his hand on the back of your neck to keep you down here with him. But he's predictably interrupted again when Mina demands to know what is happening.

Honestly, he’d like to know himself. But you play it off before he can flirt his way into a more promising answer.

He plays it cool for the next few hours as you try to get your space from him, but frankly, after you kissed him back like that, it's a lost cause trying to keep his mind off of you.

All he wants to do is kiss you again.

He has to kiss you again.

So he does.

When you leave for the night, he chases after you and gets a proper taste of your mouth again before you start hypnotizing him with that honey-thick tension you create with your eyes. Your body is so soft, and your voice so sweet as you make little whining noises against him.

So fucking cute.

He can't remember the last time he's felt like this from just kissing someone. His hands are cupping your face, but his body is going crazy. Just the satisfaction of you finally reciprocating his surprisingly profound desire for you has him bricked up.

Because you do want him.

Despite how you've been trying to keep your distance, you want him too. He can tell, from the way you just kiss him like you're planting seeds of your soul to root into his heart.

Which is why he's that much more thrown off when you push him away again.

How can you kiss him like that and still want to go home alone?

He won't lie. He's a little disheartened.

And confused.

You left him your number this time but if things are just going to keep going like this, then he isn’t sure what to think.

While he can handle the slight blueballing, he doesn’t know how to read all of your mixed signals.

You kiss him like you want him.

But then you insist that you don’t.

He calls you that same night in some desperate attempt to get some reassurance, only to be shut down. Though he was faded by that point, so he can’t remember if he had the best approach or not.

From the sound of your voice, you actually sound rather annoyed, so now he’s even more dejected.

So he figures maybe it’s a sign that he shouldn’t keep pushing.

—

He mutes your notifications on purpose, to keep himself from jumping to text you back the very moment you send him a message. To play it cool. To not push you further away than his reputation seems to have already done for him.

Hanta keeps busy as usual, preoccupying himself with school, his friends, work, photography, spontaneous outings, stupid behavior, all his usual things.

Well, maybe not all his usual things.

He's been turning down a lot of invitations to hang out with people he'd usually end up naked with.

All the flirty banter, the pretty faces, the killer bodies, and the casual fun Hanta would indulge in don't appeal to him as much as they did before.

Or, maybe it's more accurate to say that someone else appeals to him way more.

He still appreciates a cute face or a flirty interaction every here and there, but nothing hits the same as your pretty face after you come up from a kiss. Which is something he ends up replaying in his mind at some point every day.

Even when he keeps himself busy, or smokes his thoughts away, or keeps his phone out of reach for most of the day, or even tries to flirt around with someone else, his thoughts always go back to you when he’s in bed at night. There’s no way to stop them from taking over his mind once he’s alone, forced to sit with his own thoughts.

It’s pretty bad.

And sometimes, when he ends up dreaming about you, he'll wake up with an almost painful hard-on that he has no choice but to relieve himself from. It's not like he's getting any other action these days.

If whatever wet, humid dream he was having escapes him before he can finish, he just imagines you himself.

He'll start simple, with an easy stroke as he recalls actual memories of your dazed eyes and cute pout after he kissed you. The softness of your lips and body. The sweet scent that lingered off of your skin when he leaned in close enough.

Then by the time he’s full-on fantasizing about you naked in countless positions he’d never repeat aloud to anyone, he’ll make a fucking mess of himself. Sometimes his dick doesn’t even die down with the first one, so he’ll do it again.

Pathetic as it is, he kind of sees it as image training. Hopefully for when he does eventually get the chance to feel you against his body for real.

He can't be sure when that'll ever be, but it's just how he makes do for now.

When Hanta catches sight of you by chance in the student center, a good three weeks or so since he last saw you in person, he ditches whoever he’s with at the time and scurries over to you without a second thought. Like a moth to a flame.

And while he thinks all’s going well at first — your eyes won’t stop darting towards his new lip piercing that he got on the fly last week — you’re quick to pull away. And then even jump ship when you start jabbering away in French with a pretty blonde twink who appears out of nowhere. (He really is pretty, though his style’s a bit gaudy for Hanta’s taste.)

It really hits him then when your mood takes a complete 180 once this Aoyama guy shows up. All the muted caution and slight grumpiness you had given Hanta had all but melted away as you made contact with your friend.

And while Hanta is fairly sure that you’re not into Aoyama that way (now that he’s met the guy for himself), that doesn’t mean that his chance with you has improved at all.

That’s when he realizes maybe he fucked up a bit.

Because he likes you. He wants a chance with you.

And he’s spent the last couple of weeks flubbing his opportunities to talk to you, trying to play it cool when in actuality, he only wants to get to know you more.

He wants to have more meals and longer talks with you. He wants to know more about the things you do, know, and like. He wants you to have that cheerful, happy look on your face that you gave Aoyama when you look at him.

He wants that.

He realizes that now, stupid as he is. But it’s clear by the guarded, huffy way you talk to him that he is nowhere near your good graces right now.

But fuck, he’d do anything to find his way back. He tries, in a last desperate attempt, to see you again. In a group setting, just to be safe. But the way you say goodbye to him tells him that he shouldn’t get his hopes up.

—

Hanta can tell something has changed by the time he has sex with you for the first time.

He kind of just lets himself daydream about you without restriction now, which is honestly freeing.

Unfortunately, his texting relationship with you doesn’t seem like it can be salvaged anymore, but he still feels so much better now that he’s realized how he actually feels about you.

While he’s silently becoming more and more obsessed with you, he kind of just loses his sense of shame or embarrassment every time his friends try to tease him about you.

When Denki told him that you texted him about the kickback, Hanta didn’t even hide his wide-eyed shock or anticipation. Denki and the others who were there at the time laughed at him at first, but quickly switched gears when they realized he was being serious.

“Shut up, you guys. Don’t mess this up for me.” He had pleaded, “I really think I like her. But she seemed kinda pissed at me recently, so I really don’t need any more reasons for her to hate me.”

“What? Hanta, come on, she doesn’t hate you.” Mina insisted, “If anything, she probably hates that she likes you.”

“That’s the thing. I don’t want her to hate that she likes me. I want her to want to like me.” Hanta said.

“Wait, what?” Eijirou blinked, not following, “If she likes him back, then why would she hate liking him? Or wait— did you mean that she hates and likes him? Or that she hates— Wait, what—”

“Thank you, sweetie. Shut up, now.” Mina patted their friend’s head before getting back to the matter at hand, “[Name]’s probably just being careful, okay? Last time she dated a guy like Hanta, it didn’t end well for her.”

“Who’d she go out with?” Denki asked.

“This guy named Kaibara, from the engineering department.” Mina answered, “Super pretty boy. Fuckboy Supreme, honestly.”

“Oh shit, Kaibara Sen?” Denki sat up in surprise, “Dude, he is hot. I mean, not within the engineering department, but you know their building is right next to humanities, right? So all the girls there are always lingering around engineering for him. Guy’s got bitches lined up.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” Hanta interrupted, “Who gives a shit about him? I need to prove that I’m not him so that she’ll stop avoiding me.”

“Wow, you’re really serious about this, huh?” Eijirou awed, “You must really like her, bro.”

“And what about it?” He pouted back, hiding behind a blunt.

“Alright, everyone shut up!” Mina clapped her hands to demand everyone’s attention, “We all have to be on top of this if Hanta’s gonna get his proper one-on-one time to win [Name] over. So come Saturday, no one is allowed to hoard more than five minutes with her at a time!”

“What if Hanta’s with her in a communal area?” Shouto asked.

“Unless Hanta is with her in a communal area!” Mina revised, making Hanta groan in exasperation.

He loves his friends but they can be so damn dramatic.

Still, he appreciates their support. He probably wouldn’t have had the chance to get to know you better in the first place if it weren’t in part for their meddling.

And despite how he knows he’s going to have to endure a lot more teasing and jokes at his expense from them, he already knows that just a kiss from you is worth all of it.

Because he’s kissed you enough times to know that each one changes the chemical balance in his brain a little more. That he’s gonna develop an addiction to you soon enough.

When you show up that evening wearing the greatest hoodie he’s ever seen from the HR franchise, the nerves in his hands dance with the need to immortalize this sight. He just has to keep this image of you in Cellophane colors forever.

When you look up at him after he’s cornered you in the kitchen, he feels that chemical change snap inside of him, charging up for a strike as you ask, “So what do I get in return for being your pretty little subject?”

Just like that first night he watched you talk to Honenuki.

When you break away from his gluttonous, desperate kiss to say, “Take me to the roof,” he feels his blood crackle beneath his skin, about to flare up in a fire from the inside.

Your body feels like heaven, and your face when you come is just… meant to be captured in a painting or something. Everything about you has him sighing in bliss or staring in awe or kissing in desperation.

He can’t stop kissing you.

It just feels too good, tastes like his own personal nectar.

He feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t find out what your pussy tastes like, too.

It all feels like it passes far too quickly, despite his thorough intent to take his time with you. He would fuck you out here on this rooftop until the sun came up if you’d let him, and it still wouldn’t feel like enough time. There are just so many things — so many things — he still needs to learn about you.

Like if you sound like this every time you come close, or if you make different noises based on how long he’s had to tease you.

Or if you’re sensitive in any spots that he can’t reach while you’re both trapped in your pants around your thighs.

How do you look when you’re completely naked?

What other position do you like? What’s your favorite one?

Do you want to do it with him?

Because he wants to do it with you.

Everything.

He wants you in every which way you can possibly think of.

Until you can’t think anymore.

It’s one of the best nights of his life. Which is kind of bittersweet because Hanta isn’t sure if you’ll let it happen again. Despite how amicably you returned to the apartment together, you don’t show any signs that you’ve changed your mind about him.

He's flying so high that he almost resigns himself to making do with the (absolutely perfect) pictures of you in the Cellophane hoodie for the rest of his life, thinking that he's probably already gotten the most of what you’ll allow him.

But when the opportunity comes pouring down on him from the sky, he seizes it.

Next thing he knows, you’re dripping, screaming, and laughing with him under a rainstorm as he all but drags you into his room.

And when you follow him inside without protest, let him eat your pussy in the shower, and start singing and dancing around in his bedroom without a second thought about anything else, he knows he never would’ve made do with a few pictures.

His fantasies could never keep up with you.

—

When you start coming over more, Hanta can feel love in the air.

It surrounds him, envelops him in this warm, satisfying feeling whenever you smile at him, or laugh at a dumb joke he makes, or look at him after he kisses you.

God, he loves that look on your face after he kisses you. So cute, so dazed, a little flustered, a little shy, and so unfairly pretty. He really does have to fight himself from pulling out the camera every single time that you make such a cute face at him. 

It feels so natural to be with you, even if he has to fight for it a bit first.

You always act exasperated when you see him and he invites you over, but Hanta can always tell when you secretly want to say yes. All he has to do is wait around, maybe pester you a bit more until you agree to join him.

But he always tries to make it worth your while. 

Hanta usually likes to put an album on and share a joint with you before — or even while — he enjoys a little romp with you in the sheets, or the desk, or the hammock, or the floor.

He’s not picky, and neither are you.

He has to say though, you really are becoming quite the addiction for him.

Because he’s learned that nothing pairs better with a joint than the sight of you fucked out, or lazing around in his room wearing one of his shirts. Especially when you’re just a little bit loopy after a few hits and you let your defenses down a little more.

Sometimes you sing or dance along to the album playing, sometimes you pose a little more freely for his camera, sometimes you sit in his lap without prompt, just purring for him to give you attention like a cute, little kitten. 

Once — after smoking a new strain Hanta was trying — you had just… looked at him from your spot lying on his bed, beckoning him over from his desk with a finger and your irresistible eyes. And then you proceeded to ride him for, legit, ten minutes.

He was helpless underneath you, just watching you grind against him as he smoked away the rest of the joint — for both his and your own good. 

But another time, he's just lying with you side by side, listening to an earlier album by an artist you both like. Sometimes he would talk with you about the music you listened to together, but today, you're just singing along gently, in tune with every word and harmony. Or usually, melody, depending on your mood.

"You are so good at that." He says after a song fades out, "At harmonizing, I mean. I forget that you're an honorary acapella girl sometimes."

"It's not that hard once you get your ear used to it." You say, "I don't sing nearly as much as all of the other girls though, so they're at a completely different level than me."

"Still," he insists, tucking his arm beneath his head as he turns his body towards you, "It's beautiful. I feel like I'm listening to a whole new song."

"It does feel like that sometimes, doesn't it?" You smile as you reach over to take the lyric booklet out of the album cover. Turning over to a certain page, you scoot closer to him as you hold the booklet up between you to read, "Why don't you try it with me?"

Hanta lets out a snort of a chuckle, "I'm not much of a singer."

"Well, it's not really about singing. It's about hearing another rendition of the song." You encourage him lightly, "It's fine, I'll give you the easy part. You just sing along to the tune that you already know."

So he does.

For the first half of the next track in the album, he reads along the lyrics from the booklet and sings it as normal, with you doing some simple harmony at the ends of certain lyrics.

But by the second half, you start vocalizing to another layer of the singer's voice that he had never actually noticed before.

Then, when he's on the last chorus, you sing along to completely different background lyrics that he hadn't even realized were echoing behind the song before.

And yet, the lyrics are all there, in parentheses printed on the booklet alongside the lyrics he's been singing and hearing all this time.

And it sounds... totally different. Amplified, layered, dynamic. Even in his regular old voice.

You somehow open up new facets to a song he’s listened to for years, simply by mixing your voice with his own.

It resonates that much more with the vision of your pretty face just a head tilt away as you lie close beside him, briefly meeting his eyes as you sing the last part in harmony with him.

It actually throws him off a bit and he messes up a few of the lines before getting back on track with you to finish the song. At which point, he kind of just turns over to stare at you, wide-eyed and awestruck.

While he's fumbling for words to say, you just smile at him with a cute, cheeky "toldja!" kind of expression before rolling back towards your side of the bed. And you flip through the lyric booklet as if you didn't just shake up his soul like a can of soda.

That ease with which you switch between angel and siren mode gives him a bit of whiplash.

Sometimes he wonders how exactly you condense and transform the atmosphere around you to share such an ethereal moment with him. It’s just so beautiful, a moment that he wants to capture so badly because he just knows it can’t be replicated.

It reminds him of all those snapshots and glimpses of love he’s seen over the years, that gave him such faith in its existence in the first place.

But right now, here with you, he thinks maybe he’s found his own special rendition of it.

Something meant only for the two of you to see.

—

He starts calling you querida. Something he’s never called anyone before, despite his ample use of Spanish love talk in the past.

Other pet names are easy to throw out to anyone; bella, linda, mami. But somehow querida only fits you.

It’s something he would hear his uncles call his aunties. His really cheesy tíos who loved their wives a little too much in front of the family. But the affection was bold and true in the way they spoke to them, and Hanta can kind of understand the appeal of the term now.

Because it doesn't feel exaggerated when he uses it for you.

It feels right having you around, whether you’re pressed against his skin or covered in his clothes. He enjoys every minute of it; bantering over nothing, fucking without cause, laughing at something silly. Even having your scent soaked in his sheets puts him to sleep easier.

But you never stay for long, to his disappointment.

He usually offers to make you dinner or invite you to stay the night, but he only ever gets as far as watching a movie or a show with you before things get down and dirty.

He doesn't push it since he figures that's what you're comfortable with, but he can't say that it doesn't leave his room feeling lonelier at times. Because it's just so much easier to imagine you filling up his room with your presence now that you’ve been here.

Even though his room hasn't actually changed, it somehow feels more vibrant when you've left traces of yourself for him to find afterwards.

Your shampoo in his pillow.

A lip stain on an emptied mug.

A misplaced CD.

A few stray hairs.

A new song playing in his head.

Some new French phrase you taught him scribbled on a sticky note.

Polaroids in his desk.

Photos in in his memory card.

So many gorgeous photos.

Sometimes he takes a little extra time to "edit" the photos he took just to look at them for a while longer. He doesn't really realize how pathetic that is until maybe the third time Shouto walks into his room and sees your face on his computer monitor and asks, genuinely, "Wouldn't it just be easier to set it as your wallpaper or something?"

And he pitifully answers with, "But then I'd have to choose only one."

Completely serious.

If it were anyone other than Shouto, Hanta knows he would've been laughed out of his own room. But he's spared from the embarrassment when his blessedly indifferent roommate just responds with a calm, "I see." before leaving him be.

But Shouto being the secret little shit he is, waits until everyone's gathered together to watch a MMA fight to put him on blast.

"So how're things going with you and [Surname]?" Eijirou brings up during a commercial break.

"Good, I think." Hanta shrugs, "I mean, we're still kind of casual right now though."

"Seriously?" Denki asks, "Would've thought you'd have dropped to your knees and begged her to be your wife by now."

"Shut up, dude." Hanta scoffs, hiding his actual embarrassment behind a laugh.

"Bro, I can't. You make it too easy." Denki chortles, "You've literally had hearts in your eyes whenever you've talked to her for the past few months."

"The fuck I do!"

"You should see his face when he's staring at her pictures on his computer." Shouto chimes in, casually sipping from his drink.

"Wait, what? You have pictures of her on your computer?"

"That you stare at?"

"In your own free time?"

Hanta shakes his head in exasperation when the room breaks out into cackles and and horrid impressions of Hanta talking to and making out with hypothetical photos of you.

"Dude, what the fuck?" He directs at Shouto, who only shrugs and continues to sip at his drink.

Luckily, the match comes back on soon after that, so everyone's attention is mercifully diverted back to the TV for now.

But not Hanta's, because as the match is starting to heat up, his phone starts vibrating in his pocket somewhere, and he just about has a heart attack when he sees your name on the screen.

Without a word to the others, he jumps out of his chair to run out of the room to the balcony before anyone can sniff out what's going on.

Once he’s outside, he can’t pick up your call fast enough, but he realizes maybe he should’ve taken a breath before letting your voice swim directly into his ear.

"H-Hi..."

Fuck, you are cute as heck, even through one word on the phone.

He keeps his cool as he asks why you're calling, slipping out a flirty joke in the process, "What's up? You missing me already?"

"Shut up." You huff, which Hanta can't help but grin at, effortlessly picturing your rolling eyes. But you follow up with an unexpected, "So... So what if I am?"

Wait.

What the fuck?

Did you really just say that?

To him?

Did you really just admit that you missed him?

Is that why you're calling? Because you missed him and just wanted to talk to him?

Hanta brings his hand up to cover his own mouth and starts pacing along the balcony because holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck holyfuck—

He's a little out of his mind as he tries to keep up with the conversation and will down his giant grin, but when you drop in some French out of nowhere, he freezes for a moment, buffering.

Because wait, what did you just say?

Was this something you told him before in passing?

He can't remember.

Is this a test or something?

When he tries to ask you what it means, you retreat quickly, which makes him want to know even more.

So quickly tapping the record function on his phone for the call, he convinces you to say it again. And thankfully, you do. He'll just have to ask Yaomomo to translate it later.

He can hardly wait to find out what made you so shy that you couldn't tell him directly.

But that's not all you leave him with. Something you say catches his attention, and leaves him buffering again.

"Tough as it is trying to figure out what you're really thinking all the time, it's not as hard to guess when you're gonna point a camera at me anymore." you remark offhandedly.

He blinks out into the city scape, processing, "You can't tell what I'm thinking most of the time?"

"How could I? You're so unserious. I can never really tell if you're trying to have an actual conversation or if you're just setting me up for a line."

And that's... well, what can he say to that?

You eventually hang up, leaving him in a daze as he ponders over what you said.

Because playful as he is, he's still been real with you.

He has, hasn't he?

Like yeah, he lays it on a little thick sometimes, but he can't just fake all of those moments he's shared with you.

Plus, the longer he's spent with you, the more he wears his heart on his sleeve.

Surely, you can see some of that, can't you?

"Something going on?" Shouto's voice rings Hanta back into reality before his roommate appears on the balcony beside him.

“Er… well, [Name] just called me.” He admits, looking down at his phone.

“That’s good." Shouto nods, "Right?"

"Well, I thought so. But... It sounds like it wasn’t going exactly as I thought it was.”

“What do you mean?”

He gives Shouto a rundown of his conversation with you, sharing a few tidbits of how his relationship has been going with you lately. Or at least, how he thought it had been going.

“Sounds like your communication styles aren’t lining up.” Shouto says.

“Yeah, well I got that much.” Hanta sighs, leaning against the balcony railing, “But it was hard enough to get her to even talk to me at the beginning. I was trying not to push her too fast, you know?”

“I suppose that’s fair, but you guys have been sleeping together for a few weeks now, haven’t you?” He asks, which doesn’t really sound right to Hanta’s ears.

What he does with you… it’s so much more than just sleeping together (even though that does take up a big part of it).

“Yeah, like… almost two months or something.” He confirms anyway.

“Does she even know that you’re pretty much in love with her?”

“I am not—” Hanta interrupts himself to sigh, knowing that denial would be an outright lie at this point.

With how much he thinks about you, looks forward to seeing you, still wants to know more and more about you all the time, it’s pretty obvious what this is becoming.

“Fuck…" He drags a hand down his face, "How bad is it?”

“It’s not a bad thing. If anything, it’s the opposite. I haven’t seen you this happy before.” Shouto points out, reconfiguring Hanta’s perspective out of nowhere like the genius boy he is.

Hanta sits with the statement for a moment before admitting, rather easily, “She does make me pretty happy, doesn’t she?”

Shouto turns to give him a small smile, saying, “Yeah. It’s nice to see.”

And, well, if being with you is something wholesome enough to get an approving smile out of his reserved, unbothered, but super smart and trusted friend, then that’s probably all the proof that he needs.

You’re someone worth being around.

“Do you make her happy?”

Tires are suddenly scratching in Hanta’s head as Shouto turns the mood up on its head.

He lets out a groan before saying, “Honestly? I thought I was, but after this call… I dunno. It sounds more like I’ve been confusing her.”

“Is there something confusing about a guy who likes you enough to stare at your pictures alone in his room all the time?” Shouto asks, somehow unrhetorically.

“Dude! Come on. Stop making me sound like a creep.”

Shouto shrugs, “I’m just saying, the photos aren’t the ones who need to know how obsessed you are. And I don’t think they’re gonna pass on the message for you, either.”

“Fine! I got it, I got it. I’ll tell her how I feel and all that shit.” Hanta groans, standing up straight and waving off his friend’s calm, yet patronizing look, “Cut me some slack. She makes me kind of stupid.”

“I’m sure she does.”

—

"I miss you. Do you miss me?"

"I miss you. Do you miss me?"

"I miss you. Do you miss me?"

That's what you said, apparently. According to Yaomomo.

Tu me manques. Je te manque?

A gorgeous phrase.

Yaomomo had explained to him that in French, to say 'I miss you' you say it in a way that means, 'you are missing from me.'

"Tu me manques. Je te manque?"

The more Hanta listens to the recording of your call, the deeper he falls into the pit of his own feelings.

You sound so sweet and soft, and then genuinely exasperated with him, like you actually wish you knew how he felt about you. Like all your problems and doubts would be solved if you just knew.

The longer he listens and overanalyzes your voice cues, the more he hears your unspoken plea for reassurance.

But at the same time, Hanta can hear himself, and just how whipped he really is for you.

If this is how he sounds when he talks to you, then it’s no wonder all his friends have been making fun of him. It's almost cringey to listen to how soft and suave he tries to be when he's talking to you. So he also wonders how you somehow can't hear how crazy he is about you.

He ended up asking Yaomomo for suggestions on how to respond, and she was kind enough to even practice with him over video call.

It feels a little silly going this far to practice with a friend just to flirt with you in a language you know, but it's also kind of fun.

Hanta can think of countless things to say in Spanish to you, and they'd all be effortless. But having to work a little to get his message across feels like proof that he really does want to do this. For you.

He doesn't even know how you're going to respond, but he wants to show you that he put a little thought into this. That he did this because you likes you.

More than likes you.

And Shouto has a point. You might not know if he doesn't tell you himself.

So once he's confident that he can say the phrase seamlessly enough, he calls you back, like he's been waiting to do ever since you hung up the first time.

"Hello?" Your voice greets him like a warm hug.

"Hey, beautiful. This is a good time?"

—

The end of the semester is a fucking tornado.

On top of exams, projects, going back and forth with his boss at work to make sure all his shifts are covered while he's gone for the rest of the winter break, planning the trip back to South America, and entertaining all his visiting friends who finished their semesters earlier, Hanta is swamped from morning 'til night.

The only thing that really keeps him going through the days are his texts and calls with you.

To: [Name] 💗 honestly fuck this school shit all i can think about is seeing u again querida

From: [Name] 💗 lol i will not be blamed for your academic failures it's only a few more days

To: [Name] 💗 only???

From: [Name] 💗 you've made it this long, haven't you just a little longer then we can all party through the night

To: [Name] 💗 i only wanna party all night with u ❤️

From: [Name] 💗 i'm sure kaminari and the others would be heartbroken to hear that but i wanna see you soon too

To: [Name] 💗 😩😩😩💞 te adoro 😘 do u have time for a quick call tonight?

Hanta is no longer above embarrassing himself for you. In fact, he's probably lost a bit of control over all the mushy stuff he sends you. He's gotten plenty of eye roll emojis back from you.

But he doesn't care. He's so fucking excited to see you again and finally make his intentions clear.

"Dude, I think you need to take it down a notch. Your phone's gonna start feeling self-conscious."

"What?" Hanta looks up from the push notification (not you) that just appeared on his phone, then realizes that he's been in and out of it all day because he's been doing this the whole time.

So quickly, he pockets his phone and tries to return to attention to his friends, who had driven hours here to visit him.

"My bad, guys."

"Wow, you mentioned this girl a few times, but I didn't realize you were that into her." Koichi, his hometown childhood friend, raises his brows at Hanta. "She must be special."

"Yeah, right. As if someone could wrangle down Hanta's playboy ass." Kazuho, their other hometown friend, comments as she messes around with her suitcase, organizing the entire closet she decided she needed for this short trip. "He's probably just obsessed with her right now because she gives him a hard time. Once he gets bored of it, he'll be back to his usual prince charming/casanova mode."

"What the heck?" Hanta protests, "What did I do to deserve this kind of slander?"

"You literally have not had a single steady relationship since you were in high school." Kazuho accuses.

"So? It's not like that's not normal for a college student!" Hanta defends.

"Yeah, but the way you look like you're about to start panting with your tongue out every time you get a text makes me sick, knowing that you're probably just gonna move on by the next time we see you." She groans with her tongue out, rolling her eyes, "Just like you do with every person you're 'into' for a month."

"I resent that!"

"Uh huh, of course you do."

"Hey, hey, Kazuho, let him be." Koichi comes in to mediate, "I mean, you never know. Hanta might've found someone he really clicks with."

Hanta is about to thank Koichi for coming to his defense, until his friend continues with:

"Besides, even if he's got a bit of a high turnover rate, that doesn't mean he didn't genuinely like them. Honestly, a month is pretty good for Hanta."

Sometimes, he forgets about that dense and indirectly rude side of his friend.

This is probably why he only ever sees them a few times a year.

"Okay, whatever." Hanta dismisses, "I don't care what you guys think. But I'm being serious right now. And for your information, I've been seeing her for like, two months now."

"'Seeing her' as in dating her or sleeping with her?" Kazuho raises a skeptical brow at him.

"Well... yeah, we've mostly been just sleeping together but I'm planning on asking her out officially once we talk at the party tonight."

"Right. 'Cause that's definitely gonna go over smoothly." Kazuho drawls as she goes back to sorting her skirts and boots.

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" Hanta pinches his brows together at the comment.

"You really think some girl you've been treating like your favorite booty call is gonna believe you wanna be serious all of a sudden?" She rolls her eyes, "If she's smart, she'll probably laugh at you, at best."

As much as Hanta wants to puff his chest out and argue, he doesn't take the bait. Kazuho might be overly blunt sometimes, but she only calls it like she sees it.

All that means is that Hanta has to prove himself to her, too.

"She is smart," he acknowledges, "but it isn't sudden. I've... I started liking her a while ago. It's different this time, okay? At least, I want it to be."

"Uh huh. So have you even asked her on a date?"

"I've tried. But she would always brush me off. And even when we started seeing each other, she'd always leave before we could do anything else."

"Commitment issues?" Koichi guesses.

"No. I don't think that's it." Hanta sighs, "I mean, I'm pretty sure she likes me back... She just... doesn't know how to say it."

Kazuho is pinning him with a harsh, judging brow while Koichi is just blinking at him like he doesn't know how much of this to believe yet.

But Hanta takes another breath before saying, "Look. I know it must be hard to believe, coming from me. But I really like this girl, okay? Can't you just have a little faith in me?"

From the way Kazuho stares at him, he can tell she's trying to get him to break character or something. But after failing to gauge the reaction she expected, she sighs and stands with her hands on her hips.

"Fine, if you say so." she relents with a sigh, "But I can't let you go to your holiday party looking like that."

Hanta furrows his brows as he looks down at his loose t-shirt and cargo pants. It's simple, but it's clean. And it suits him.

"What's wrong with this?"

"I think it looks fine." Koichi shrugs, "I mean, even though your rich friend is hosting, it's still just a casual party, isn't it?"

"Casual party?! Do you think she's going to be showing up in fucking athleisure or something? If she likes Hanta back and is planning to see him tonight, then what the fuck do you think she's gonna wear?"

"Uhh..." Koichi trails off but Hanta is silent, thoughts suddenly running wild with all kinds of cute or sexy outfits you might show up in.

Santa Claus dress and hat?

Sweater and jeans?

Something Cellophane themed?

You'd probably look cute even with an ugly sweater on.

God, he can't wait to see you...

Kazuho lets out a loud groan, having mistook his silence for obliviousness, "This is why men are useless."

"Okay, now that's a little harsh, don't you thin—"

"Shut up, Koichi. And get the keys." Kazuho demands, "We're going to Hanta's place to fix him up."

"Wait, what? But Yaomomo's party is starting soon." Hanta protests, getting up from his own seat, "She might already be waiting for me."

"Well are you serious about her or not?" Kazuho demands, eyes almost venomous.

"I am, I am!"

"Then at least look the part." She rolls her eyes as she goes to grab her jacket, "If you really want to prove it to her, you've gotta put in effort, Hanta. None of your usual charming, playboy, smooth talk bullshit. That shit makes it so hard to take you seriously."

Hanta almost trips over his feet.

And it hits him all over again.

Because you had said that exact same thing.

He forgets how logical Kazuho is behind all the berating sometimes, but maybe he needs her help after all.

"Then what am I supposed to say to prove it to her?"

"Do you seriously not know the answer to that?" Kazuho only stops to give him a deadpan look before huffing at his blank expression and turning back to her shoes. "Just be fucking honest, Hanta. Say what you really mean."

"Maybe without all of the embellishments." Koichi adds, slipping on his own shoes.

"Right. Honest." Hanta gulps as he follows his friends out the door, "I can do that."

—

Turns out, honesty has duality. It can be transparent, or even reflective, like mirrored glass. Or it can be lethal, like gunpowder.

Because if he's honest right now, he'd like nothing more than to throw a few punches at every single dude in the engineering department.

It's one thing to see that pretty boy Kaibara using his eyes to lick you up and down, but it's another to try and fabricate a kiss between you two.

What the fuck is Tetsutetsu even doing? Walking around like a holiday matchmaker. He has to know that he's breeding awkwardness in all that chaos, right? Marching around with that dumb mistletoe fishing rod he's dangling around like a cat toy.

Hanta only got here thirty minutes ago and he was already attacked by Denki, who apparently had Mina on the line, who ended up yelling at him over the phone to get his ass over to karaoke room 3 or wherever.

And holy shit, did he walk in on a scene.

He had half a mind to walk up to Kaibara and yank that damn mic out of his hand. The sleazy way he was eye-fucking you under the guise of the song you were singing together, twirling you under his arm with a charming smile.

It made Hanta want to puke.

Never mind the fact that he would probably do the exact same thing if he were in that situation.

But then Mina gets a hold of him and starts yelling all sorts of shit at him.

"About fucking time! Where have you been all night?! I've been calling and texting you like crazy!" She demands, then proceeds to interrupt Hanta's attempt at an explanation anyway.

"Do you see this? Do you see what's happening right now? Kaibara has been trying to slide in for the past hour! Hello? Ring any bells? Her fuckboy-ex-Kaibara?"

"Yeah, I'm aware." Hanta deadpans as he glares over at the couch area where you and Kaibara are still singing together.

You look stunning. So cute in that skirt and beret. He wouldn't be surprised if you had been approached by more than just Kaibara tonight.

"So are you going to do something about this?!" Mina asks, "She still doesn't know how you feel about her after all this time! I can't believe you're showing up this late when you apparently promised that you were gonna talk to her."

"I know! I know. I just—" Hanta grunts out a sigh, "I am gonna talk to her, alright? My friends got me held up for a while, but I'm here now. I swear to god, this is practically the only thing I came for tonight."

"Well I hope you've got a good speech prepared or something, because that—" she points her chin towards the other side of the room, where Tetsutetsu has suddenly appeared, causing a ruckus, "—could very well be the least of your problems."

The new few minutes feel kind of like a fever dream. A really fucking painful one.

He literally starts sweating when he sees that mistletoe appear over your head.

His heart is beating in his ears as he's stuck watching you exchange gazes with Kaibara.

For a moment, he's offered reprieve when you turn your cheek over to him instead. But then it's shattered in the next when that pretty boy up and kisses you anyway.

There's pain in his chest. A sharp one.

An amalgamation of fear, shock, and realization. As much as it hurts, it also reinforces just how much he likes you.

It wouldn't hurt this much if he didn't really, truly like you.

And if anything, the pain is just a reminder that he's gonna have to fight for you. He's got to put in effort. He's got to prove his worth and his love for you.

Wait, did he just say—

A harsh smack onto both of his shoulders brings his attention back to Mina, who starts shaking him a bit, "Get your head in the game, Hanta. The only reason she's even giving that guy her time right now is because you still haven't made her think that you're serious about her. Which, honestly, I don't even know how that's possible. But it is."

He's about to reply when he sees you coming their way. And suddenly everything seems to freeze.

"Hey." He says first.

"Hey." You reply easily enough, "I was uh, I was looking for you."

"Yeah, me too." He says immediately, "Sorry I didn't text you. I was out all day and my phone died on me."

Which isn't untrue. His phone had died when Kazuho was ransacking his closet to put together an outfit for him, and he had forgotten to plug it in before he left.

"Oh." You nod, seeming to accept the excuse for now.

Mina gets you some water, which you accept, and Hanta impulsively comments, "That was a pretty eventful song."

It doesn't come out as funny as he thought it would.

"Yeah, I'll say." You sigh, at least sounding like you didn't enjoy it.

"Are you okay?" Mina asks you, her eyes quickly darting to Hanta as if to urge him to follow up or something.

"I'll be fine." You say, meeting Hanta's eyes a little more directly as you continue, "But I could use some air."

That's his cue. He offers to bring you outside, just hoping and praying that this whole honesty thing goes well.

—

Now that he has a moment, he can't stop looking at you.

Which is nothing new, really. But fuck, do you look cute tonight.

Kazuho was right. You did come dressed to kill him tonight. And despite how long it took, he's pretty glad she helped him out with this fit too. Because your eyes keep sweeping him just the same.

He could really just stare at you all night, showering you in compliments and hopefully kisses, but eventually, it comes out.

He can't stop himself from asking.

"So. You and Kaibara, huh?"

To his slight surprise — and delight — you react with a scoff and a shake of your head at the mention, as if you’re already sick of the memory.

“It was just mistletoe.” You say.

“Yeah, I know.”

He knows. He does, but it hurt to see anyway.

It’s something he never really wants to see again.

“I heard from Mina though,” he takes it one thing at a time, “that… you and he had a thing before.”

You face stiffens a bit as you worry at your lip, before admitting, “Yeah. I guess you could call it a ‘thing.’ Not totally dissimilar to the thing we have going on right now.”

Not dissimilar?

Fuck, that is the last thing he wants. To be compared to your lame fuckboy ex.

Hanta has wholly believed that what he has been sharing with you is special. He had assumed that you thought the same, but clearly that was lost somewhere in the haze. And if he doesn’t clear it up tonight, he might lose you.

So he asks, “Yeah? And what kind of ‘thing’ do we have going on, exactly?”

“I don’t know, actually.” You shrug, “That’s what we’re here to talk about tonight, isn’t it?”

“Right.” He agrees.

After a short pause, you speak up first, “I’ll tell you this though: I do not want another Kaibara situation. What happened between me and Sen… really fucking sucked.” You let out a short sigh as you look over the balcony into Yaomomo’s overly extravagant garden, “I really liked him, but he didn’t want anything serious. So he kind of just let me fade into the background and I was pretty messed up over it for a while.”

“What the hell? What an asshole!” Hanta reacts before he can stop himself.

His blood is boiling as all of the pieces start coming together.

You caught feelings for Kaibara, and that fucker didn’t even bother to let you down. To let you move on properly.

And now with that deep impression left in your heart, it’s no wonder you were wary of Hanta at the beginning.

But even after all of that, he still has the nerve to come crawling back to you under the good graces of winter holiday spirit and high-end booze. He could kill that shitface right now.

“He hasn’t changed, that much I know.” You stop Hanta with a hand up, so he exhales and beats down the urge to march back in there and start something. “Which is why I didn’t fall for it this time. I don’t like him anymore, so it wasn’t that hard.”

Hanta sucks in a deep breath, leaning on the railing to sigh it all back out as the relief starts to trickle into his body.

Okay. You don’t like him anymore.

You said it yourself.

Loud and clear.

He can only take your word for it.

But then you start to talk about how he and Kaibara are actually kind of similar, which leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. Because the more things you list off, the more textbook fuckboy Hanta feels.

And yeah, he admits to a lot of it. The smooth talking, the height, the confidence, even the fucking photography hobby.

Even so, he at least knows this.

“Well if he was stupid enough to let you go only to come crawling back with an assist from Mistletoe Man, then I’d argue that we’re nothing alike.”

You give him a chuckle for that, that sweet smile gracing your face that makes his heart beat just a little faster, “I know that you and he aren’t the same. Like what you said over the phone that other night. I don’t think he would have ever told me something like that. And… I was actually really happy to hear it.”

Fuck, he wants to kiss you right now.

Something about your honesty is just… endearing. Sweet. It warms his heart and makes him feel light.

And if your honesty makes him feel like this, it just reinforces how much he needs to return the favor.

“But still. If there’s any chance that it’s gonna turn out like how it did with Sen, then I’d rather know all that now.” You say with clear, unwavering purpose, “Because even if you say you like me, if you’re just gonna keep me around when it’s convenient but still mess around with whoever you want, then I’d rather we just stop all of this. Here and now.”

“I don’t want that.” He says immediately.

Even the thought of stopping this with you grips at his heart harder than that kiss saw earlier.

He can’t. He doesn’t want to lose you.

And he’ll do anything to prove that to you.

“I don’t know what kind of shit was going through that jackass’s head, but I’m not stupid enough to treat you like a backup plan.”

He takes a step closer to you, slipping a hand into yours.

He’s going to put it all on the table. No more hiding behind all the smooth talk and physical chemistry. You’re gonna see everything.

“[Name], I meant what I said. I really do like you.”

And probably for the first time, he’s completely honest. He pours his heart out as best he can. Feeling like he might spill over any second.

Yeah, a line slips out here and there, but you take it with good grace, your usual eye roll and all.

But you take all of his honesty, and you give it right back. Until you finally open his eyes a little wider.

“I mean, all you’d ever do is take me straight back to your room. It’s not like you ever tried to ask me out on a date. And sometimes—" you pause to take a breath, as if wondering if you should even say whatever else you’re thinking, “Sometimes, I’d still see you around campus getting close to or flirty with other people. Only a few days after we were together, too. Can’t say that really inspires confidence that you were ‘serious’ about me…”

He what.

Other people?

That can’t be—

Shit. Okay.

He supposes he can think of an instance or two where he might have been around campus getting a little close with a pretty girl or a cute guy. But it was nothing outside of his usual behavior, so he didn’t think much of it.

But if you saw it and thought otherwise… Hanta can hardly blame you for thinking that.

Especially after finding out how it feels to see you with someone else.

The only thing he can do now is own up to it and hope you’ll still have him.

“You’re right.” He admits.

He admits everything to you.

How he started out treating you like one of his usual pursuits, then wondering why you left such a mark on him once you were gone.

How he thought his usual charm would eventually wear you down, when you were the one who was chipping away at him.

How somehow, you had struck right into his heart without him knowing, and turned him into some lovesick animal.

And how he was wrong not to do his due diligence and treat you like the treasure that you are.

Hell, he even admits to you the photo-staring thing — which is really fucking lame. Why did he think to do that? His mouth just kept running and now he’s just straight up embarrassing himself.

And most importantly, he tells you how much he likes you. Upfront and personal.

He likes it when you sing and harmonize out of nowhere.

He likes the way you eat your heart out.

He likes how you use French to run away from telling him something that makes you feel shy.

He likes all of those things.

“I—” you start to say before a shiver runs down your body, the night cold suddenly clicking into place in Hanta’s idiot head.

“You’re cold. My bad, I forgot you’re only wearing a sweater.”

He starts pulling at his zipper, even though you insist that he not give up his jacket. Which he’s obviously not going to do if you’re standing here, cold and shivering.

But your brilliant little brain brings you right into his arms as you cuddle into his chest, hiding away from the cold like his embrace is all you need to feel protected.

Something about that makes his chest bloom beneath your cheek. Because you’re bringing yourself closer to him. You’re still here after he laid his heart bare for you. You still… want him, even after all the weird miscommunication and missteps. You—

“I like you.” You say, striking an arrow right into his heart. “I really like you. I think— I think behind all the playboy, machismo stuff, you’re really one of the coolest, most interesting, and fun people I’ve gotten to know. So I… uhm… I wanna…”

FUUUUUUUUCCKKKKK.

Hanta wants to scream into the sky right now — because you are just so freaking CUTE.

But he can’t bear to look away from you now.

You’re facing him head-on, so he has to wait for you to say the rest.

But damn it if he doesn’t want to just lean in and kiss your forehead as you take a nervous breath in to say, “I just… wanna see where this goes. For us. For real.”

Well. He supposes that’s the best he can get out of you. And he doesn’t mind a bit.

There’s already a huge grin on his face, so he couldn’t hide his joy even if he tried.

“Yeah. I’m good with that.” He says, trying to play it cool as if he didn’t just spill his guts to you two minutes ago.

“With only you and me, right?” You pin him with a scolding, yet pouty look as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Only you and me.” He smiles.

“Okay. Good. Me, too.”

“Great.”

“Yeah.”

Fuck. You are the cutest.

He has to kiss you. There’s no possible way he can hold off any longer.

And when he does, he can tell something’s changed.

There’s no more holding back, from either of you. You’re kissing him like you have nothing to be afraid of anymore. And he kisses you as if swearing to protect you, to reassure you that you’re right — that you have nothing to be afraid of.

It tastes different. Heavily seasoned with sort of newfound trust and eagerness.

It’s saturated with new emotions like some colors have been corrected in a photo.

And god— it feels so, so good. Somehow better than before. It feels like… It feels like—

Love.

This is it.

It’s here, right in his very own arms.

That special connection he had always known was real in the back of his mind, that he had seen in all the movies and books and people around him.

It’s real. And it’s right here. In your voice when you sing, in your eyes when you look at him, in your witty retorts and jokes and banter. In the way you kiss him, and hold him like you just can’t get close enough. And it’s in the way your body just feels like heaven in his hands.

He’s had a feeling for a long time, but he’s fairly sure about it now.

Es amor.

Es todo lo que yo soñé.

It only gets better as you ask him dance, start singing along to the Spanish song playing like you know the exact dialect of his love language, and then leading him right to a hanging mistletoe to overwrite that kiss he saw earlier.

He doesn't think it could get any better than this, but then you lead him right over to Mina, and hand him the sweetest photo he has ever seen.

"Here. For you."

It takes a few seconds for the photo to develop properly but it gives Hanta the time to figure out just what you were up to in the past few minutes.

You ran off to Mina to get her to take the photo, distracted him with your super cute Spanish singing, and choreographed a kiss to get this... absolutely perfect shot.

And you did it all right under his nose.

"You're always taking photos of me, but we don't really have any of us together. So here's one to start," you say, gesturing at the polaroid, "Candid, honest subject and all. Like you like it, right?"

He's a goner.

How could he not fall in love with someone like you? You just make it way too easy.

And on the other hand, he's done the opposite for you. He's almost ashamed that you went on thinking that he didn't care for you for as long as you did.

Well, there'll be no more of that.

He's going to love you up and down until every single doubt is scrubbed clean from your pretty little head. And he's gonna be thorough about it.

Starting tonight.

"Ready to get out of here?" He asks you after ignoring a smug, but encouraging look from Mina.

You nod and take his hand with the prettiest smile he's ever seen, "Vamos."

— — —

Love is like learning another language. 

Exciting, intriguing, a challenge in communication, discovering new cues, slang, cultural contexts, not to mention extremely difficult to keep up with. Especially because it takes time to learn.

But Hanta loves every part of it. 

Learning to love you is different from everyone he's loved before. Sure, there's family and friends, and even some first loves and crushes, but something about loving you feels like he's really building character within himself.

By studying you, what you like, how to make you laugh, what makes you upset, how to read all your different expressions, how to speak to you appropriately, what turns you on or off, and how you like him to treat you, Hanta feels like he's becoming more fluent every day.

And he keeps wanting to learn more. He wants to become so fluent in loving you, that it just curls and slides off his tongue like another part of him. 

He wants it to be so apparent how much time and practice that he's put in, that you never second guess how he feels about you again.

And Hanta would say he's gotten pretty good at it.

Honestly and humbly speaking, he’s a natural. He’s always enjoyed expressing himself, finding new ways to present his thoughts and personality in any medium. 

That’s how it is with photography. That's how it is with all the Spanish dialects his family speaks. And that's how it is with love.

Sometimes he likes to mix them all together.

He really can't resist that look you get when he starts talking to you in Spanish. The way your eyes become a little more hidden behind your lashes and your bottom lip slightly disappears behind the press of your teeth. The way you stare up at him, silently pleading for him to speak more because you're too shy to ask him outright.

He likes how your aura changes a little whenever he brings out the camera. Sometimes, it shrinks as you shy away from him, but then grows and gets reshaped after a little guidance. He learns how good you are with directions as he tells you how to pose or look at him, suddenly giving him the most gorgeous snapshots despite your tendency to curl back into yourself soon afterward.

He's learned to time it all perfectly to coax out that perfect, picturesque side of you when you're on top, riding him like an amateur pornstar while the camera's rolling on the nightstand. When you become a cockdrunk little showoff for his phone camera, Hanta knows that all the hours put into studying you are worth it.

However, he's still a long way from mastery. He's reminded of that every time you roll your eyes and groan at him. Which he usually doesn't mind.

But sometimes, he runs into problems that feel a lot like tackling a tricky grammar lesson. Things that he just can't wrap his head around.

"No."

"Aw, come on baby. Why not?" He pleads, "You don't think it'll be fun?"

"I already told you, Hanta, I don't want to be a model." You continue to resist.

"But you model for me all the time." He says.

"If it's for you, it's different. I can trust you. But I don't even know this guy. Can't you just ask him to find someone else?"

Okay, he kind of likes hearing that you'll make exceptions for him. But he wants to do this with you. And he already promised his friend to give it a try.

One of his buddies in his photography circle is working on a cool project for his final portfolio before graduation, and it involves capturing different expressions of love. So he's been reaching out to all the steady couples he knows to model for him.

Hanta was eager to join in on the project, and since you agreed to model for his own personal projects before — and even let him post the photos online — he figured you would be onboard with this.

So he really did not expect this vehement refusal.

"I mean, I can. But I wanted to do it with you." He tries pouting, "I thought it'd be cool to add a few more photos of us to the books."

You make a noise of disgruntled surprise at that, finally showing some hesitance in your expression. A good sign, so he should keep rolling with it.

"I've been friends with this guy for a couple years now, so you have my word that he won't do anything weird with the photos." He swears, stepping into your space to wind his arms around your waist and make it harder for you to avoid him, "If he ever tried anything though, you know I'd kick his culo right off the block, right?"

Instead of answering, you just glare up at him as you stay captured in his arms, not pulling away but not leaning into him just yet, either.

"Besides, don't you think it'd be cool to have a nice framed print of us just being sexy together? You know I'd hang it right above my bed." He teases, leaning down to nose at you before leaving a light, feathery kiss on your lips. Not coercing you, but enough to be a little persuasive.

You inhale deeply through your nose before slowly sighing, still glaring as you say, "I still get dm's from random people who found me from your photos. I don't need more."

That's still quite the mystery for him. Hanta has never tagged you in the photos he's posted of you (upon your request), and you're on private, so he has no idea how people still end up finding you to hound you for modeling jobs or just be thirsty in your dm's.

Though he also really can't blame them. You look incredible on camera even without Hanta's photo edits. It only makes him that much prouder that you chose to be with him.

"Well, it is a couples concept shoot. If you're with me, then they'll get the idea." He says, smiling into another kiss to your lips.

You scoff, but you don't push him away, "As if that'll stop them from trying."

"Let 'em." He accepts the challenge, "I'm not afraid of a few online fuckboys."

"Like you aren't one yourself."

"Not anymore. Those days are behind me." He leaves a kiss on your nose this time, noting that your glare has already softened into more of a reluctant pout, "I'm a changed and committed man. And I want everyone to know it. That's why I want to do this photo shoot."

He keeps you pressed close to his waist but lifts one hand up to lift your chin higher so he can look deeper into your eyes, mustering all his sincerity and charm into his next breath, "Come on, querida. Won't you let me show the world how much I love you?"

You close your eyes with a groan, but Hanta can tell by the slight tremor of your body that you're not writing him off for this one. In fact, it's clear that he's won when you press yourself closer to his chest and start kissing him as you cling to his shoulders.

He exchanges kisses and breaths with you for a generous while before you finally pull away and agree with a heady gaze, "Fine. Let's do it."

"Mm, thank you, baby." He hums as he lifts you up by the thighs to carry you into his bedroom to finish this conversation in private.

Though even if he convinces you to come, it doesn't put you at ease when the day comes to be photographed.

"So, the theme is kind of about how people express love for each other." Togaru explains the day of the shoot.

Hanta's friend had rented out the studio for a few days to work on his project, and it is decked out with all kinds of materials.

There's a bunch of photography and lighting equipment already provided by the studio, but the wardrobe, the makeup station, and the collection of lenses laid out on one of the tables are all Togaru.

He's really going all out with this portfolio, and Hanta can only respect it.

"I'm doing friends, family, and obviously, you guys are one of my couples." Togaru continues, "So is there some sort of motif or metaphor that you always fall back into when you think about your relationship?"

Hanta blows a raspberry through his lips, shuffling through all of the cheesy things he's thought of before, "How do I even pick?"

He throws out several ideas, just to get the ball rolling. He brings up the language metaphor, color concepts, smoke (as a metaphor and an activity), Spanish terms he's learned to like, his own photography that he uses to capture moments of you to keep forever.

Honestly, he could take any trope from a movie or show and apply it to how he feels for you. It's actually harder than he thought to nail it down to one motif.

So he's really curious to hear what your take is.

"Those are all great. We can work with a lot of them." Togaru says, "How about you, [Surname]?"

You hum thoughtfully before saying, "I don't know. I like a lot of those too. But for me... it'd have something to do with music, I guess." You quickly turn to look at Hanta as you elaborate, "I feel like a lot of special moments we shared usually had a song involved. Something that I can listen to again that will take me back to that very moment in time."

Hanta looks right back at you, reflecting back on the days he was still getting to know you.

And now that he thinks about it, you're right. There are tons of moments like that where a good song is playing and creating a core memory of you and him.

That time when he first heard you sing in person, crooning in French as he laid his head in your lap.

That Pink Martini album he played when you came to his room for the first time.

That song you taught him to harmonize to and practically rediscover.

All of the other albums he would listen to and discuss with you on late afternoons, half naked and sharing a joint.

That Spanish song you danced and sang along to at that holiday party the night he and you agreed to be official.

All of the CDs you would gift him, adding your own favorites to his collection. Making an entirely new library for the two of you to share.

Of course. That makes so much sense.

It all feels so obvious now, the music theme. He's spent so much time studying you and falling in love with you just by listening to music with you in his room, or listening to you sing, or dancing with you at a party. Sometimes, it feels so obvious that he forgets about it.

Maybe that's a sign of fluency. It's so embedded into his brain and his relationship with you that it just comes naturally enough for him not to think about it anymore.

It's already a part of him. You're a part of him.

Just like he had hoped you'd be.

"And... I dunno." You continue, turning back to Togaru, "Sometimes I feel like getting to know him is like listening to a new album. I may have some sort of expectation from the artist, but he ends up surprising me every now and again." You tilt your head as you slip Hanta a small, but slightly cheeky smile, subtly sliding your hand into his, "And it's not like I always love every song, but I'll always listen to it again. And sing along to my favorite parts."

And there it is again.

Your aura that seems to just slow down time.

The way you change the taste of the air around him with your thick honey gaze and quiet flirting expression. That subtle tension that makes it impossible to look away from you, since the first time he watched you cast your spell on someone else.

He'll get caught in it as many times as you'll set the trap for him.

If only he could get away with staying in these moments with you forever.

"Okay! I'm liking this idea." Togaru claps his hands together as he rolls with it, "If we're talking music, are we talking dancing? Big bachata man Sero, here and all."

"Oh dude, no. If it's music, then that is so [Name]." Hanta jumps on the concept immediately, "She can sing."

"No kidding?" Togaru gives you an impressed smile.

"Hanta, no." You huff, letting go of his hand to smack him in the arm, "Why are you telling him that?"

"Because it's true?" Hanta raises an eyebrow at you, "Come on, dude. Let's go put on a playlist. I know just how to get this going now."

About ten minutes later, Hanta's got you spinning around by the hand to loosen you up for the camera, a mix of his and your favorite songs echoing through the room from the studio's speakers.

You're resistant and shy at first, but after some coaxing, you warm up to his silly demeanor and start dancing with him. The initial awkwardness starts chipping away step by step, until you eventually give yourself away to a bright laugh and your favorite chorus.

Neither of you stop as Togaru starts snapping away with his DSLR, the music making this foreign studio environment feel as natural as his bedroom.

"Okay, yes. That's beautiful." He praises, giving you or Hanta a placement direction every so often.

Then, as a softer ballad starts playing, you pause and look up at him as you focus on harmonizing with the singer, holding a finger up as if to keep yourself concentrated while you casually just start singing like an angel.

Togaru introduces a cube stool for the two of you to sit on, and he starts giving you directions on how to pose. Then he allows you free rein to keep singing like you usually do as he does his thing.

The rest of the shoot is just so much fun, and even better when he sees you enjoying yourself along with him. The raw preview photos are just stunning, even at a glance.

Every single one of them is gorgeous. Not only with the composition, but the lighting, the color correction, the atmosphere. He can feel something coming through in these photos.

Man, Togaru is good at this. Hanta always learns something new from his art.

It only takes about a week for Togaru to send him the final edited versions. And damn, he can't even choose a favorite. There are so many good ones.

A couple of the dancing shots, but with different compositions. Some that are full of motion in the waves of your twirling skirt. Some where you're looking at Hanta with an expression full of whimsy, joy, and trust. Hanta looks lovestruck as usual, but with a warm, settling comfort that he doesn't think he had before.

There are also a few more casual shots, like where you're both caught mid-laugh, his arms around you as he lifts you by the waist from behind. Or another fitting shot of you just looking at him with deadpan sarcasm while he looks almost like a con artist type of flirt.

However, there is one in particular that stands out to Hanta.

One where, somehow, Togaru managed to capture and recreate that thick, pretty aura that you always seamlessly emulate.

It's one of the shots of you sitting back to back with Hanta on that cube stool. He's got his legs spread long and wide across a corner of the cube, looking relaxed but reasonably hypnotized as he tries to sneak a peek at the siren behind him.

But you. You're simply leaning back against him, eyes closed and head resting back against his shoulder as you sing out a gorgeous note that he can hear even through this still photo. You've got a knee hugged to your torso, but you look relaxed and in the zone as you smile into your note.

Absolutely beautiful.

He posts them online as soon as he gets the okay from you, eager to show you off. To flaunt you as his.

Querida 🖤 thanks @kamakiri.togaru for letting us be part of your final portfolio. you really took no prisoners with this one! it was cool getting to model for a change

The comments come in hot, burning him with affection, embarrassment, and laughter.

kaminari.bolt brooooo these are so 🔥🔥🔥 who knew ur simp ass could work the camera too 😎

redriot yo these look so good!! u guys look awesome :,)

acid.pinky AHHHHHH!!!!! MY BABIES!!!! i love you both so much istg i need these printed and framed in MY house 😩😩😩💞

kamakiri.togaru thanks for letting me shoot you guys! honestly some of my best models ever

deepdope you two look so good together!

toru_16 💗💗💗 [name] is so gorgeous 🥺 work it sero! 😉

o.mashirao 👍👍👍

popstep.kzh we get it. you're in love 🙄

crawler_koichi nice to see you in front of the camera for once! it suits you :)

shoto.tdrk 👍

yaomomo What a beautiful set of photos! Très magnifique! ❤️

He puts his phone down when the random thirsty commenters start coming in. Most of them predictably asking about you, as usual. Dumbasses who don't realize that all the photos of you on his page are still hard launches, despite them being photography projects.

But it doesn't matter. He has better things to do than worry about dudes who are (understandably) thirsty for his girlfriend.

Like stare at more pictures of his girlfriend.

He was only able to post a few of them, but this file is full of great shots that he could spend hours staring at for his own enjoyment.

So many precious captured moments for him to pour over. To admire and study. To tattoo into his mind to keep forever.

The only thing that could possibly make this any better is—

"Hey, babe. Shouto let me in." A knock and your voice emerge from his opening door, and the angel that's been crossing his mind all day appears like a blessing in his own room.

"Hey, beautiful." He greets you, spinning to face you in his desk chair.

He's about to stand up and walk over to give you a proper hello kiss, but you immediately paddle over to him once you catch sight of his computer screen.

"Oh! Are those all of the other photos that Kamakiri sent you? I wanna see!"

And then you plop yourself right onto his lap and spin the chair back towards the desktop to start clicking around.

Hanta can only smile as you start cooing at all the different photos you didn't get to see yet. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he brings your back right into his chest so he can tuck his chin onto your shoulder — leaving a quick kiss on your temple — before he settles his hand over yours on his wireless mouse.

"Lemme show you this one."

As he spends the next hour looking through all of the photos with you, discussing photography concepts and praising how good you both look, Hanta feels incredible satisfaction settle into his heart.

He really can't think of anything else that's made him feel this way. So full of joy and pride and affection and just— love.

This is love.

Es amor.

Just having you sit here on his lap as he sifts through photos with you. Or listening to an album together. Or sharing a meal you prepared together. Or arguing over some small misstep before talking it out and making up. Or learning something new about you today that he can use to make you happy tomorrow.

All of that's love.

Es amor.

And he's glad he found it with you.

— END —

a/n: if you don't recognize them, koichi and kazuho are characters from bnha: vigilantes (a spinoff story in the bnha universe) btw! i thought their personalities/dynamic were super funny and perfect for the role i wrote them into.

a youtube playlist for this fic, or my own personal spotify playlist for those of you who might be interested. lots of songs that inspired me and got me in my feels for this story. and link to the master post if you wanna keep it bookmarked in the case you'd like to find this fic again!

ty so so much for reading, interacting, and sharing your love for sero with me! pls feel free to share with me all of your final thoughts as well! bisous and besos to all of you 🥰💋

[kokomifan24]

Serizawa x reigen aladdin AU

Serizawa x Reigen Aladdin AU oneshot requested by @princeasimdiya12

word count: 1151

Note: tysm for requesting this fic!! it was amazing to work on!! also thank you @izakumai for proof reading this for me!

For the most of Serizawa’s life he’s been sheltered in his palace and his mother did everything in her power to cheer up her son. Nothing would work. Gifts, jesters, and she even introduced him to potential suitors. For being the prince of Agrabah, he’d seen little to none of the city itself. He was scared his people wouldn’t accept him because of his psychic powers and that he would hurt them. That was far from the truth. All he wanted was to find someone who understood him.

Until one day, he overheard the conversation of one of his guards talking about the many “psychic” services in the city and which ones were fake. That caught his attention 

“If there're psychics services in the city, there could potentially be more people who understand and could help me” 

He thought to himself as he went back to his room to get in disguise and head into the city. Because he never rarely showed his face to the public, nobody would recognize him. All he had to do was put on a more “common” attire and head out. 

Before he could, he had to make sure his mother wouldn’t find him, so he put books about the neighboring city in his room to trick his mother and the guards into thinking he went there. Now that everything is in place, he went to the city; he got overwhelmed easily because of how busy everything is. People were bumping into him, so many voices started to get too much until he saw an empty alleyway and decided to go there.

He covered his ears in hope of quieting everything down. He started to curl up into a ball, regretting his decision of ever leaving the palace. He ended up falling asleep in the alley that night and woke up to the sound of people talking about the missing prince. News must have spread by now about his absence. Serizawa slowly stood up to go look around the city more.

As he left the alley, he saw a missing poster with an old picture of him on it. He took the poster and put it in his pocket. He started to walk until he saw a flashy sign reading “spirits and such consultation office” and a blonde-haired man accompanied by a little boy. His staring caught the eye of the blonde-haired man,

“YOU WITH THE DARK HAIR AND SHAGGY LOOK!” he screamed at Serizawa.

“M-Me?!” he says with a shaky tone to his voice and sweating vigorously

“YEAH YOU!,”

He slowly starts to walk up to Serizawa and gives him a sales pitch to try and sell his services. Serizawa was starting to get overwhelmed and freaked out until the little boy came up to them and said.

“Master, I think this guy is a psychic,” he says in a monotone voice. Suddenly the blonde's eyes lit up and said,

“Oh, never knew we had a fellow psychic in our mists.” He puts his hand on Serizawa’s shoulder,

“Y-yea I am! I wanted to know if you could help me understand my powers more,” he says with a nervous tone in his voice. 

“Of course I REIGEN ARATAKA IS THE BEST PSYCHIC IN THE WORLD!” He goes on a rant about how much of a powerful psychic he is and that he can teach him everything he needs to know about his powers. 

Reigen then takes Serizawa into his office and starts to tell him what he's going to do for work there. 

“But first, before you start, we have to do something about how you look,” Reigen says in a serious tone.

“H-how I look?” Serizawa says with confusion. 

Then Reigen takes out a razor and a brush and starts to change his hair.

“Mhm much better,” Reigen says with his usual proud tone to his voice as he gets a mirror for Serizawa. Serizawa was surprised at how different he looked now, the guards are for sure not to recognize him now.

He gives Reigen a thanks while he nervously smiles. After a while of him working at the office, he slowly started to get used to the place and develop feelings for Reigen. But because of how long he has gone, the city has become more worried and down because of the absence of the prince. He wanted to go back home because of how much his mother was worried, but he couldn’t because he didn’t want to leave Reigen.

It was a tough spot for him. He didn’t know what to do or who to go to. He didn’t want Reigen to hate him for his identity as the prince; he wanted to give Reigen everything. Reigen started to notice that Serizawa wasn’t feeling good and wanted to cheer him up, so he would always try to make his work days more exciting and fun. But it only seemed to make him more upset.

“Is it something with me? Does he not like me?” Reigen thought to himself while getting ready for the day. It made Reigen quite upset seeing him like this but he didn’t know what he could do to help him. He sucked it up and put the same smile on his face as he entered his office. 

As the days went by, he got more worried for Serizawa and decided to talk to him about it.

“Hey Serizawa can I talk to you” he asks,

“S-sure what’s up?” Serizawa says nervously as he turns to Reigen. Reigen starts to signal for them both to sit down at the little table. Reigen then builds up the courage to tell Serizawa,

“Serizawa, is there something bothering you? You're really bringing down the workplace environment and it could push away potential customers.” Reigen tells Serizawa trying to act like a coworker to sound more professional to not worry about him. It ended up making him more worried.

“I uhm..” He starts to get overwhelmed and just blurbs out the truth. Reigens' eyes widen as he hears the truth. 

“YOU'RE THE PRINCE?!” He says loudly while standing up in his seat.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he says while sitting back down.

“I was afraid…that, you would think of me differently,” Serizawa says

“Why would I think of you differently? You're still the same Serizawa I know… and love” He says while putting his hand on his own neck while blushing lightly. Serizawa smiles faintly and says.

“Thank you Reigen, I love you too,” He says.

Over the next few days, he asked Reigen to move in with him in the palace and become his prince along his side. He helped Reigen pack his stuff, and they went to the palace.

“Are you sure your mother will accept me?” Reigen asked nervously 

“I’m sure of it.” Serizawa said with a smile as they went on a ride to the palace.

[ofpearlsandstars]

Hey hope you are doing well 🩷

Congratulations first of all ✨ secondly can I please get a free reading ?

• how will my college life be like?

Info_ initial -i, Libra ♀️

Tysm for the reading 🩷🩷

Hellooo there, kind soul! 💫

Thank you for the well wishes and sweet words!~ I am doing wonderful today and I wish the same for you. ☺️

I can certainly do a reading for this. College is such an exciting time - so many new friends to make and everlasting memories to cherish, but also equally nerve-wrecking! Let’s see what the cards and spirits have to say for you today.

For you, I got the Eight of Pentacles!

You’re quite the studious one, aren’t you! 😯 It appears that for most of your college life, you will be spending your time with your head in the books, hyper-focused on refining your skills and getting really good grades in all of your classes. The classes you will take seem to be very rooted in logic - perhaps you will be a STEM major, in analytics, or something requiring immense drive, knowledge, and skill to get a stable career after graduating. I feel that you may be more of the introverted, reflective type, who plans ahead decisively so that your studies will always come first (as much as you can) before any sort of partying. You may take on more classes than the average person to finish sooner and ensure you won’t get “distracted” from the other aspects of college life. My spirits are saying that while this will be a great opportunity to refine yourself and grow as an individual academically + career-wise, don’t forget to also have fun and learn how to grow intra- and interpersonally, enjoying your new-found independence! Attend events, join clubs, and do your best to socialize with new people to introduce more play into your work. It will help to balance out the stress and pressure that will slam you during exam weeks or when you’re overloaded with college class assignments.

It’s awesome that you’re so motivated and responsible with your studies (because that’s the purpose of college that many others miss, haha), but make sure to take care of your emotional needs too so you aren’t overwhelmed and deal with any growing pains alone. 🥺💙

If you enjoyed or appreciated the reading, please feel free to provide feedback (you can send an ask or tag me!) and/or tip me in my Ko-fi link below.

I hope this was helpful! Sending you lots of good luck and strength in your upcoming college career!~ 🍀✨

- Mira 🌊🌟

Free Readings are CLOSED!

Detailed Paid Readings are OPEN on Ko-fi!~

I would be deeply honored to serve as your trusted guide through the intricate currents of love, life, career, spirituality, and any other questions that seek profound clarity and insight, delivered with the utmost compassion. I look forward to sharing the celestial sea’s wisdom to assist you in navigating your own ship’s journey with confidence and purpose. 💙

[mimiwritcs]

FIGHT FOR YOU (2/?)

FANDOM: Divergent

PAIRING: Eric Coulter x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: this is after four+eric's initiation and before tris'. this will be the build up of the characters as we got introduced to them as well as maybe the society. not just a love story but we aim for characters' growth and storytelling.

WORDS: 2.8K

A/N: again, letting the story build itself. in this chapter are we surprised there's a lot more rambling and slow building of the world that we know, getting to know our new characters and just building up for the big action to come. Hopefully once we pass our basic well-known start to the story we can start letting it flow and move on from the usual narrative. btw tysm for losing any time of your day to read this if you do, truly every interaction makes my day, i'm really enjoying this process, hope you too<3

As the other people began to jump one by one, you couldn't help but join in on the conversation that was taking place in the group. A Dauntless born was explaining how he tried to help someone from Amity to get into the wagon, but they didn't arrive on time and fell down the rails.

After everyone had safely jumped off the roof, there was an absolute uproar. Many of the curious onlookers started to leave as the last one rolled out of the net. Some were family members, others could be senior officials and others simply curious onlookers, perhaps dreaming of the day that it will be their turn to begin their initiation into their faction.

The two who had been assisting the newcomers the entire time, Lauren and Four, introduced themselves as your couches.

"I can see that we are one less than expected" Four comments, since he was helping newcomers to get off the net all the time, he didn't have time to catch up. "Yes, Anderson has told us how he tried to help a boy from Amity get on the train, but he couldn't" Lauren explained to Four and to the possible companions who hadn't heard. "Yeah, I thought I didn't see Cristian anywhere." Winter whispered to you, "And what will happen to him then?" she asked out loud. "He will be with the factionless, of course." Four quickly replied coldly.

You could feel how Winter's body tensed next to you. And you did too, knowing how easy and for something so simple they lost a potential good member. But nor Laura or Four allowed you to keep still with that thought as they started guiding you inside the compound. "I'd much rather to die with dignity than be with the factionless" a Dauntless born whispered as you agreed with him silently.

"Alright, from this point on. We're going to separate you into groups. Those of you born in Dauntless, please come with me" Lauren informed, pointing to the right for all the black clad to group together. "This is going to be quick" she whispered to her partner who smiled back at her. "See you at dinner." She waved goodbye to the smaller group of transferees and began leading the group towards a tunnel opposite them.

"Okay, you transferees stay with me, come on, we've got places to go before dinner," he ordered as he led the way into a tunnel opposite the one her Dauntless-born companions took.

"Why the division? Have we already started with favorites?" Rose made an accusation, stopping Four in his way and consequently the whole group. "Sorry?" His cold disapproving and disgust face said it all. "Your name?" He demands slowly. "Rose" she replied, holding his gaze. "Well, Rose, I don't know what they teach you in Candor, but you would like to know that we don't waste time here, we have more important things to do. Those born in Dauntless know the way to these passages like the back of their hand" He commented with clear contempt in his voice. Rose stood her ground, but you could see how her gaze had shrunk. "In fact, if you have any problem with us separating you, you won't like to know that you will be trained separately, and you will even sleep in separate rooms. But don't worry, I invite you to run towards there, maybe you'll still catch them, and they might share a few tips with you, let's see how long you last there." Four suggest.

Everyone remained in silence, not knowing where to look. Rose remained still looking confused, not knowing what to do, "What are you still doing here stuck up? Go" he yelled at her. You could feel her frustration, grasping her own fist but knew better to reply. She couldn't hide the death glare given to Four before turning back, trying to find her way out to the start point and to the other group.

And just like that, fear had settled in everyone presence, you could smell tension in the environment in contrast to the euphoria that everyone felt at having jumped down the hole. How soon things could go wrong here.

Four pushed open a set of double doors, and we entered the place he calls "The Pit," a massive underground cavern filled with supplies. People are everywhere, all in black, screaming and talking, children playing. It truly was Dauntless' heart.

"This way" Four announces after allowing a few minutes for them to immerse in what would be their new normal. He leads us to the right side of the Moat, which is much darker, and as we get closer I think I hear water. The road shakes with each step and when I realize it, several floors below there is a river.

"The abyss reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and stupidity. A daredevil who jumps from this ledge will end his life. It has happened before, and it will happen again." he warned us. "Right this way it's the cafeteria and the tattoo parlor, but let's go the other way to your room first"

When we got to our room, there was a stack of bags waiting for them. "The transferees will all sleep here together till further notice, so get in a line, grab your new clothes from me, and enter. Pick a bed, then get comfortable. When you leave, gather all the clothing you're wearing now and leave it by the door, so we can burn it. There is no room for rags from other factions now that you are Dauntless." he commented as he passed one by one a bag with the same standard black and red clothes for each.

After Winter, you stepped in line and slowly moved forward to pick up your stuff and enter what would be your temporary accommodation. You were astonished when you first walked in, since there were so many mattresses packed into a little living area. How were you expected to have privacy? Winter was waving to you in the room as you searched for her, alerting you that a bed was free next to her, so you hastily made your way there. It was the first time you had slept in a room with so many people, so you preferred to have acquaintances nearby. "Those in the back say that there are no walls in the bathrooms, not even for the showers" Winter gasped.

As soon as the last one entered you watched how Four followed them, looking around scanning the room "Alright, this bag stays here for your partner's extra clothes that didn't make it to the compound, so feel free to get whatever you need and this will be for our friend Rose, we'll leave it... there, let her keep the bed in the back next to the bathroom" he commented while approaching the bed and looking at one boy who had selected that bed.

"Oh don't mind me, this is the worst spot, I'm doing you a favor, I think there's a free one there," he said before the boy could even speak, pointing to the bed in front of the room. "She won't be with those born here?" Asked a companion. "Oh no, it wouldn't be fair. Trust me when we say we want you to have your best shot, tomorrow when the initiation is explained, you'll understand. Today is the day of the ceremony, don't take it as the threats won't be real starting tomorrow. Today I think the message has been made clear, and for all of you too." He concluded as he walked around the room to the entrance. "I'll let you settle in, we'll have dinner in half an hour, be punctual."

When Four left, everyone was silent, processing everything that had happened to them in such a short time. Four could certainly be very harsh, but he had also shown empathy and created enough respect on your end. "So we'll all have to change and live here together?" Winter asked. "It seems so" you added shockingly as you sat on the bed. Hard mattress, you sighed. "They're just bodies, in two days the nonsense will have passed to all of us" Corinne commented as she approached the group.

"Well, we have half an hour… let's see what they've given us" you added as you didn't want to think about the fact of everyone being able to look at your naked body. You opened your bags to see the clothes to which you will survive these weeks: training clothes, street clothes, some more comfortable, some pajamas all black and red, your new faction colors. You looked around you, most of them in groups, some from the same faction, others from different ones chatting or just simply by themselves as they began to change.

"Who would have thought, Y/M a voyeur" Milan teased you and quickly blushed and looked at your accuser. "What? No!" You exclaimed. "I'm glad to see you Milan, you've been very brave today to jump first" you smiled at your former Erudite colleague, even though you didn't hang out with the same group of friends, you both knew who you were, and you two never had any problems. "Thanks, I was quite terrified, but I thought they weren't crazy enough to kill us all on the first day, were they?" he joked. "Yeah, I realized that when one of Dauntless jumped smiling after you, as if he had been wanting it all his life, nothing bad could have been there… oh girls, I present to you Milan the first jumper, these are Winter and Corinne" you introduced while they were getting dressed.

The four of you talked for a short while as Winter just got changed without a hitch, and you were surprised at how Milan kept his composure. Quickly some colleagues called him to go together to the cafeteria, he said goodbye advising you to change quickly because with all the talking you had not even started yet, and you saw how he picked up his clothes and left them in the colorful pile at the entrance just as Four had requested.

All through today, you've used people's clothing to identify them and learn more about them, but now you wouldn't be able to do so. Despite the fact that you were all Dauntless, you were not all the same even in if in the core you were, and that was a thought you never had before. The burning of the clothing that had been a part of you for so long and served as a reminder of your former home made you feel a little sad. Even though we had to throw it all away, you chose to save a small brooch that you always wore and kept it in the first drawer, so you could always claim that it was familiar and hope that it managed to slip through. Winter tried to reassure you, "They are literally just clothes, it's not like you're burning all your memories with them too," and you nodded because you knew she was correct. As the room became increasingly empty, you rapidly changed, taking care to ensure that no one could see more than they should, and the three of you went to the dining room.

You were taken aback by the commotion of people talking together as if they were one big group, even though you had not yet entered the cafeteria. You weren't used to a cafeteria other than the one at school, but you soon realized it didn't make much of a difference. With all the adrenaline, you hadn't eaten much all day, but those fragrances had revived your appetite. There weren't many options, but they all seemed excellent to you.

With your tray in hand, you mingled with the crowd in search of a table, but everyone appeared to have taken a seat, few people looking at you, you totally felt like you had a 'newbie' tag on your back. You scanned the first floor and smiled at the see what you were looking for. "This way" you indicated to the other two. You approached the table where Milan and other colleagues were. "Hey, do you have three free seats?" Asked. "Only two, I'm afraid" Milan replied with a half smile. "There's a spot here" you heard someone say to you from the table behind, it was Alvin. "Sit down Y/M" he offered.

Winter was staring at you as Corinne was already seated at the other table with Milan. You would have to ask one of the two at some point what happened that they seemed to dislike each other so much, "Sure," you said smiling at Winter indicating that nothing was wrong. "Thanks Alvin, I'm Y/M" you said, introducing yourself to the group. "Anderson" "Ember" added those around you who were listening to you. "You're also a transfer, right? From where?" Anderson asked. "Erudite and you?" you responded. "We're both from here, what do you think of the compound?" Ember replied "Well, I don't know what I was expecting, but this is great" you replied while you started to eat. "God I was so hungry, how delicious" you gasped, making everyone laugh.

As you were chit-chatting with the Dauntless born learning more about their lives in here, people began to bang their feet hard on the ground, the atmosphere was livened up, people hit the metal cups with their spoons. "He's coming," cheered Ember. "Who?" You and Alvin asked at the same time. "Max, our highest ranking leader." Anderson explained "Shh, he's here." he requested pointing at the second floor, so you fixed your gaze to find Max leaning into it ready to speak out.

"Initiates, stand up." Max paused as you all rise. "You have chosen to join the warrior faction, with the assignment to protect the city and its citizens. We believe in the simple acts of bravery and courage that drive one person to stand up for another. Respect that. Make us proud." he concluded, people started to cheer on as he left. You look at your fellow initiative acquaintances and smiled. You felt part of something important. Everything was so novel and dissimilar to your previous experience, it made you so excited to see what the future held for you.

All the initiatives returned to their respective rooms in a group. You hurried to the restroom to freshen yourself a bit and change into some more cozy pajamas for bed. And despite the fact that you were all brimming with enthusiasm for what lay ahead, you all silently agreed that it would be wise to attempt to get a good night's sleep. Your first day of training was tomorrow, so you needed to get plenty of rest. Your mind was racing as you laid there in the silent with all the lights off. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since the Choosing Ceremony this afternoon.

All of these individuals, who in the past would not have ever crossed paths, were now getting along and feeling like a part of something greater than themselves. Not everything, however, had been lovely since today; in just one day, you had experienced so many bizarre things, such as getting on and off a train multiple times, plunging into the abyss, losing your only possessions and privacy, and the icy manner in which Four revealed that Amity's weak initiative would cause Factionless status since she lacked the necessary bravery. What if the ability to be emotionally strong and emotionally detached came at the expense of not feeling pain when catastrophes like these occurred?

You understood that this was just the beginning of your new life. This was only a preview of what lay ahead. And now, you could see it. Dauntless was incredibly well-organized and accustomed to taking risks: listening to instructions, putting mutual trust in one another to lead you securely, and acting without giving it any thought. They had to be tough to withstand not only the physical pressure, but also the emotional pressure of losing everything they have because of it. They forced you to perform all of these tasks today for that reason. You weren't sure if you were simply interpreting things too literally. Your mind was trained to think logically and rationally and gather all the information you could. Was it your overthinking alone, or was there something else at play?

Although it would take you some time to get to it and forget your old patterns, you were certain that you would figure it out, or else you wouldn't have been selected as Dauntless. But you had never thought so much about them in that way to realize the sacrifices that had to be made, and you felt stupid for not realizing before, that just like in Erudite, that was much more than intelligence, here it was not just about being brave and fighting.

And with that thought you began to close your eyes unconsciously and fell into a deep sleep as tomorrow impatiently arrived.

[frostcorpsclub]

Which of the kids are most like Jack and which are most like Suzy?

This is a question I’ve thought a lot about! Tysm for asking I’m so excited to share this and this helped me flesh out some of the kids that didn’t have much personality before.

Jack

James

It took Jack some time to come to terms with it because James is more confident about aspects of himself than Jack is, but Jack’s eldest son is his mini me. You’re gay because you like men James is gay because he hates women, get on his level /j Jokes aside, to list off everything they have in common, James’ mother is the only woman he respects, he’s drunk most of the time definitely more of a “functional” alcoholic than his dad but he still is one, extremely anal about special dates. Pretty much just his own though, he is a good gift giver but it’s almost entirely for manipulation purposes. On the sweeter side though, when James has a daughter he immediately is wrapped around her little claw and she can do no wrong in his eyes. A little more like his mother in this sense, he’s willing to manipulate her and is not swayed by her emotions, whereas Jack is more open to respecting his kids feelings. (Hey hey, I said he’s open to it not that he’s successful lol a bunch of his kids did die in front of him)

Jasper

Jasper is also another mini me of Jack’s but that’s because he was literally a clone of him once. The way snowballs work in my universe is that when they go through the mutation process, after a second set of dna is introduced, they still retain some of the personality of the original snowperson but they have the capacity to grow like any child. It’s affected by a few things but notably the relationship their host parent has with the people around them. Jasper is a huge Momma’s boy like his father while still having some chauvinist tendencies but because Suzy uses this to her advantage whereas Shannon did not with Jack, Jasper is more respectful. He’s also sensitive and romantic but he’s much more open about it, there’s an unironic and vulnerable tone to it that Jack lacks, but it’s still something they both have. BTW in case anyone is confused, I would like to point out that anger is an emotion like any other and being violent/quick to anger does in fact make a person sensitive. The only one it benefits to think otherwise is ironically, men like Jack lol

Judith

She talks like her mom but she’s her Daddy through and through. Like a 60 year old man trapped in the body of a little girl. Judith can hold it together in the right setting but she’s altogether classless, crass, and incorrigible. Her interest in science is only one small facet of her personality as even then she spends most of that time blasting vulgar music and generally being an inadvertent nuisance. She doesn’t go out of her way to bother people like her father or some of her siblings but like her father, it’s funny when she does it to other people, but a travesty of the highest order. She will complain to anyone who listens and takes matters into her own hands if need be. Frequently sarcastic she struggles to take anything that isn’t her parents’ orders seriously.

Suzy

January

You may be surprised to find her here instead of under her father’s name but there’s more than meets the eye here! She does love battling with her father and she has him wrapped around her finger, they spend most of their time together fighting and practicing new weapons, regaling him with the tales of Princess Celestia the Bloodthirsty and Great. However, what January truly loves besides the blood and glory, is the structure of a good strategy. She doesn’t talk much unless she’s spoken to at which point she can be a very captivating speaker. When her mother corrects something she says she doesn’t see it as an insult but genuinely helpful. This goes for most things, January may be feral most of the time, but she thinks the etiquette lessons her mother tries to give her are very much like the decorum the soldiers she looks up to have to master. The most surprising similarity doesn’t come out until she gets married. At which point, to the shock of her siblings, she starts talking like her mother. Asking if they think Antoine will be upset that she can’t cook, practicing how she’ll swaddle her baby on hunts long before she gets pregnant, responding to questions about possible conflicts by explaining that she’ll defer to her husbands wishes. She has more boundaries than her mother but a predetermined hierarchy is comforting to her.

Joanna

Joanna may not want to BE her mother-

She's much too selfish which Suzy is as well but she also lacks the maniacal machinations to see when sacrificing for others would be worth it to keep up appearances or manipulate them-

but she deeply looks up to her. Instead of Disney princesses or magical girls she’s always looked up to her Mommy as the pinnacle of beauty. She took on a lot of her mannerisms, especially her manner of speaking, often reminding Suzy of a younger version of herself. This doesn’t just go for Suzy’s class and grace. When Joanna found that a gothic, myopic view of the world was what suited her best she also found a new appreciation for her mother’s…uncanny valley-ness. She values her mother’s opinion very highly. Many of her sculptures are inspired by things her mother has said she finds fascinating. Additionally, she often finds herself in the background of family disputes. Could she do something to help? Yeah. Should she? Well no that’s not her responsibility but Suzy just lets stuff happen for entertainment too.

Jolyne

Jolyne in some ways, is a mirrored version of the ways Joanna is like their mother, or maybe she does it better. The person Suzy could have been in another life perhaps? She is the epitome of old school elegance and grace, dressed like a catholic school girl, specific about the things she does and says. She’s very well versed on matters of art and music because of her time being taught by her mother, along with etiquette as she took much more of an interest in such things than her siblings which led to Suzy giving her extra lessons on it. She’s mommy’s little debutante! With all this in mind Jolyne has the potential to be much more dangerous than Suzy. She has all her mother’s values and motivations but with ten times the intelligence. Knowledge of the law partially from study and partially from researching the stories her father tells her about his time prison, people he knew there, etc. Essentially the things NOT to do. Though Jolyne and Suzy do butt heads because there’s something that (Suzy considers it so) Jolyne fundamentally misunderstands about what her mother is trying to teach her. She’s incredibly bossy. After all, if women have so much power in their own right why should she not get to be independent and in charge on top of it?

[tasteofgummies]

🌼hiii can i have a (separate) matchup with mista and jonathan, sfw and nsfw for both pls? if u can’t do both then just mista is fine 🫶🏻

i’m a cis girl (afab) and my pronouns are she/her, i’m 5’2” w long brown hair and i’m on the chubbier side LOL oops!!!

i’m a v introverted/shy person so i don’t have a wide variety of irl friends but instead a few close knit friends. however i do try to go out of my way to be nice to people whether that be like…picking up something they dropped, asking if they need help with anything, idk im just a people pleaser and one of my biggest fears is coming off as “mean”

i’m into watching anime, reading, crafting, and also musicals! i’m such a broadway nerd it’s not even funny lmao it’s probably my #1 fandom

i feel like the way i would act around my f/o would be lovey dovey without laying it on tooo thick. like i love giving/receiving cutesy nicknames like “honey, sweetheart, my love” as opposed to the regular ole “babe” 😪 my love language is gift giving so i’ll def spoil them with little things that make me think of them, like their favorite candies, maybe a new game we can play together, or just anything that catches my eye hehehe🤭

tysm in advance you’re the best!! ❤️

I really tried to do Jonathan, but inspiration just wasn't on my side, I hope you like it anyway:( but I like the dynamic between you and Jonathan, so as soon as I can put it on paper, I'll edit this post, or post Jonathan's part separately

Mista x you ✨

>Guido definitely is the "excuse me, she asked for no pickles" to your "really, it's fine (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ"

>Even though he's an extrovert, and certainly not shy, he doesn't have many friends apart from the Bucci-gang, so he can relate to you, and is happy to know you choose your friends wisely

>Adores you kindness, he thinks you're such a cute little thing, helping people wherever you go

>But he realizes that your insecurity plays a part on that, he'll encourage you to set healthy boundaries and cherish yourself the way he cherishes you

>You're so awesome!!! Please listen to him

>If you're with him in Naples, it's likely you will get scammed frequently by people who claim to need help. He can recognize these scams easily, but if you're on your own, you may fall for it

>After you tell him about it, he'll pepper little kisses to your face, and tell you it's not your fault for being nice, all you have to do know is tell him who did that to you, and they'll never bother you anymore

>There's perks to your boyfriend being in the mafia and being able to intimidate people easily

>If you apologize and say something like "I'm sorry that came off mean" he'll tell you it's okay to not make every single sentence you say sound nice, sometimes you're talking about something serious, or something you're passionate about, and you get emotional, that's okay

>Canonically both his favorite movies are romance ones, so you can be sure he's getting into romance animes and plays

>On the surface, Mista is the "I don't get why they sing all of a sudden" but internally he's belting to every song

>He gets into musicals as soon as you introduce them to him

>His favorite musicals are Legally Blonde and Anything Goes

>Calls you chickadee afterwards tho 💀

>Cries to Burn from Hamilton every single time

>I think he has a thing for reverse harem, it's just so cute! The protagonist has so many options, and still chooses his true love over princes, millionaires, models, you name it

>This is also powered by the fact that he has literally no clue what you see in him, yet he can still be sure you would always pick him

>He's so glad you're affectionate, he's soooo touch starved

>He's good with the rougher part of crafts, he can build you a table, but he can't do origami to save his life

>He probably calls you "babe" at the start of your relationship, but then realizes he gets a better reaction out of you when he says something more classically romantic

>Calls you bambolotta, which means "little doll"

>He deadass stops functioning when you give him a gift

>He'll get teary eyed and kiss you out of excitement, but then will try to unsuccessfully play it cool (he's just like me fr)

>He tries to repay all of your love during sex

>He's dedicated to make you feel just as good as you make him feel

>Loves to leave marks on the fat of your hips and chest

>Speaking about chest, he pays special attention to your boobs, making sure you're getting extra stimulation

>Not gonna lie, he's into some raunchy stuff, but I think your doting nature will soften him up, he's not vanilla either, but focuses way more in your pleasure

>He does get excited and lose some common sense, but you have a safe sign/word for those cases

>Gets addicted to fucking you silly, you're so overstimulated you can't protest when he's pampering you, cleaning you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear

>"Please, please let me do this, bambolotta, let me spoil you the same way you do with me"

[seelestia]

❤❤❤ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀 ❤❤❤

Coming into this fandom, I didn't know I'd be able to make friends, let alone one friend, especially because it's pretty rare for me to interact with people especially in a new fandom (even if I have been in a fandom for like 2 years, I don't interact cuz I'm anti-social af :''D)

I'm thankful that I have gotten to meet and make a friend out of you, Lia :D I always anticipate and get excited whenever you go active on your blogs, when I've sent an ask and I know you're answering asks that day, I can't help but feel giddy and wait for your response :''D cuz fr your answers always make my day <3

Though we've only known each other for a small part of the year, I'm glad that I met you because fr you're like the chocolate cake I get at the end of the week after just browsing your blog and our convos :'')

Anyway- enough of the sappiness, let's get into the gifts! >:D

Don't kill me for this :''D you know I had to do it...

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[ one without the text ^^^ ]

BONUS: Your son ain't helping you bestie (^^)

HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE >:DD

aight aight put the sword down tho lia, obviously I'm not just gonna let you suffer with scara and cryptid ayato ;D

Here's a 'sorry for the last gift' gift >:D

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Damsel in distress who? We love carrying tall handsome men (^^)

[ ignore how in both drawings, ayato's outfit don't look similar :'D ] - Ever so sincerely and truly yours, 👹✨ Jae (love ya liaaaaaaa <3)

OH, LORD. OH, DEAR LORD. THE SPEECH AND THE GIFTS??? JAE. 😭 you really didn't hold back with the speech because why are my eyes actually glossy rn, HELP. (/g)

thank you for gathering the courage to come into my inbox (and introduce me to those good SAGAU soup, i'm still thinking abt dipping my toes there soon) and for staying to talk to me, even tho i have a social battery cooldown that lasts for days mostly <//3 but having that cooldown doesn't make me any less happy when i see you in my notifs! and i love that we banter like neighbors that poke fun at each other good-naturedly and i hope we can keep doing that because ik for one thing, you're never ever getting rid of me now, hehehhe. (/lh)

NOW, ENOUGH SAPPINESS. I WANNA SCREAM ABOUT YOUR ART.

i keep telling you this but your artstyle is so clean and distinct, i wanna eat it like it's sour patch kids. NOM NOM. but fr tho, i love how distinct is and how it kinda has your name written all over it like i could pick it out from a crowd anytime, anywhere <3

2) second of all, do you know how honored this makes me feel. jae, you got me feeling like genshinblr's beyoncé, hello??? somebody, save me from faceless ayato and scara. caelin, turn around, please. this minecraft sword isn't enough—

3) IK THIS MUST'VE TAKEN YOU AGES, especially with the details on their designs. TYSM FOR THIS, JAE. 😭

4) me carrying ayato up with my noodle-looking but actually beefy arms, so trueeeee. i'm gonna make it my priv's theme and freak out some more about your gifts on there later, NYEHEHE.

I WANNA KEEP THIS ASK FOREVER IN MY INBOX LIKE A GATEKEEPER. this makes me so happy, aaaaaaa 😭 and i'm so sorry i didn't get to post my gift for you on your birthday GAHHHH it's taking longer than expected because i keep rewriting bits of it <//3 but it'll deffo be out soon! (vague hint: privilege. iykyk, hehe.) BUT AGAIN, TYSM FOR THIS, JAE! i love how we're doing a little holiday trade for each other and it wasn't even planned intentionally at first LMAOOO (the spiderman meme with "i'm preparing a gift for you" "i'm preparing a gift for you" 🥸)

[icysab]

hellohello can i request an enhypen matchup? tysm <3

a little about me:

i’m 18, 5’7 and i’m a leo sun, gemini moon and scorpio rising so i seem a bit intimidating to people but i think im a pretty chill person??? my favourite season is fall, i love coffee and watching gilmore girls when it’s raining outside <3 i’m pretty introverted so i would prefer a partner who’s an extrovert so they can kinda pull me out of my shell and help me meet new people and introduce me to new experiences lolz i’d love a partner who’s sorta the opposite of me, basically someone who’s fun and outgoing and kinda stupid lol so i can take care of them !! an important parameter is them being TALL bye cuz i have a thing for tall boys it’s a real struggle finding many taller than me T-T physical affection is my primary love language because i would sell my soul for a back-hug or a forehead kiss 😞🫶 also someone who’s an animal person !! cats or dogs idm cuz i love them all and i would like it if my partner did too 🥹

to summarise i think i’d be the happiest person if i had a partner who would randomly take me stargazing or even just share their earphones with me while we’re on the bus <3

i match you up with….

jungwon!!

HMM ok so i don’t think you were expecting/hoping to get won? but hear me out i literally think you two would be so perfect omg. out of all the enhypen members i see him being the one to do things line share earbuds and go stargazing and other of those super super cute traditional fanfiction type love things :)) because i think his love language is acts of service and quality time that seems like something that would complement you well !!

i could also see you with jake, but i felt that won fit better :)

p.s. sorry for the super long delay in getting this out :/

[shxtodxroki]

could i request a my hero matchup?(any gender is ok) i would like to be matched with students (class a or b)

I'm around 5'3 with a curvish build, I have pink and purple half n half hair that is alittle past my shoulder (it's naturally curly type 3A) but it's straightend majority of the time until i wash it.

I am a intp n ennegram type 6. I am a very introverted person in public or around larger crowds, i'm very awkward and sometimes socially withdrawn- I'm a big loner. If you really get to know me i'm a very huge extrovert! I love laughing and having a good time. I'm a very clumsy and quirky person, you could say I do alot of eccentric or hyperthings (i'm just a hyper person). I'm a very impulsive person (like i randomly wanted to do a kartwheel so i took my shoes and jacket off in the cold, and rolled around on the ground :I ) but i never let my impulses do things at inappropriate times. I'm sassy and sarcastic, I love acting like a "diva" to make others laugh, and flirting with my friends. I'm caring and a good listener, i always put others before my own wellbeing and sometimes it bothers me when i can't help others. I'm generally all over the place, sometimes i can get forgetful (i literally forget to take my medication times 24/7). I have bpd and depression so sometimes i have very high and low weeks, when i'm low i like to have personal space (i have bad habit of self-isolating). When i'm in my high weeks, i can barely keep stilll-

i'm like kanata izumi + kenma kozume for kin wise

tysm in advance!

Aww thank you for being my first match-up request since I returned to this blog, I’m sorry it took me a while to finish but I hope you enjoy it still! 

I’d Match You With: 

Denki Kaminari!

Reasoning:

This just makes sense to me, in a lot of ways you complement each other as people really well. Sure, you have some differences that would require extra effort and communication being put into the relationship from both of your ends, but overall, the two of you fit together nicely. He’s the extrovert to your introvert, the one who laughs at all your jokes and impulsive decisions no matter how dumb they are (and probably acts impulsive alongside you), and just adores you so, so much. 

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Denki will literally beg you to help touch up your hair when it’s time to re-dye it, he loves the fun colors you put into it and he wants to help you re-do the dye when the time comes! You two will make a whole day out of it, watching a movie as your boyfriend lathers your hair in the vibrant dye and feeding him snacks since he can’t grab them himself with his hair-dye covered hands lol (He totally ends up with dye staining his arms for weeks afterwards, but he had so much fun he doesn’t even care and would happily do it again)

- He knows that you can be awkward around new people, so he’s happy to be the one to introduce you to people and help you break the ice at first :) Especially when you meet his friends, he’d never want you to feel awkward or nervous around them and he’s happy to do or say something stupid if making fun of him is common ground you guys can find and bond over 

- You two are both incredibly clumsy, so he really can’t help you there lol. You’ll walk into a room and trip over a slightly skewed bed frame, and then he’ll make the same exact mistake 10 seconds later when he enters and will definitely send you into a fit of giggles as you laugh at him for not learning from your mistakes

- He’s also super impulsive, so when you randomly decide to do a cartwheel, he will absolutely join you without a second thought! He's the cutest, most supportive boyfriend you could possibly ask for lol, and the two of you love being dorks together :P 

- Denki appreciates how good of a listener you are, he’s honestly not really the best at talking about his feelings :/ He feels like it doesn’t really match the “image” he’s built or himself around his friends, but you’re the one he’s really able to let his walls down around and vent to when he’s feeling down and needs to talk, and it’s all thanks to how thoughtful and attentive you are when he does come to you with these things. 

- He’s also very serious about you taking care of yourself, though, and he tries his best to help you prioritize your needs above others (including his own at times) when necessary. He always makes sure to ask before venting to you to make sure you’re comfortable and in the right head space, and he’s more than happy to lend a listening ear in return if you ever need to talk or vent about anything with him.

- He knows you have your low weeks, and while he tries to respect your need to have time to yourself, he also tries to be there for you when you can and to help you feel even the slightest bit better. Whatever you need from him during that time he’s more than happy to provide, he just wants to see his precious baby smile by any means necessary :) 

- On a lighter note, Denki absolutely loves when you act dramatic and like a diva as a joke lol, he plays into it 100% and adds to the joke. You’ll start it off, and then he’ll join in by calling you “your highness” or “your majesty” and waiting on your hand and foot lol.

Song For Your Relationship:

Life of The Party by Shawn Mendes!

[versadies]

“Gemini + Ningguang & Beidou + a gn reader fleeing from home and arriving in Liyue for the first time + Yandere/Angst + where Ningguang and Beidou are each other's enemy, but share the same lover? Either format is fine~” Congratz on 1k+ followers ! ♡

trapped (yandere, hc scenario)

penpal: tysm ! hope this is to ur liking anon 💖

prompt: gemini the twins, enemy-lover imprint soulmate au

sypnosis: when you fled from inazuma, you expected to have a new fresh start at life. but now you're stuck in something worse than inazuma.

pairing/s: ningguang x gn!reader x beidou

include/s: yandere (i do not condone to this nor romanticize this), pre-archon quest, and angst/bad ending for reader

-> when you escaped from inazuma, you felt relieved.

-> the moment you stepped foot on liyue harbor, you were ecstatic for the new chapter of your life. now that you managed to escape from the vision hunters' clutches, you're now free to do whatever you wish without any worries.

-> the first person you met in liyue was xiangling, who gladly welcomed you to the nation and cooked you some delicious liyue cuisines, to which you surprisingly find yourself loving them despite the spiciness. while enjoying your meals, xiangling curiously asked you where you came from.

"ohh, you're from inazuma?" xiangling says in awe. "it must've been a struggle for you to get all this way from here given what the nation is going through right?"

you nod in response, swallowing down your meal. "it is but it's worth it."

xiangling smiles gratefully. "well i'm glad you had safely arrived. do you have any questions about liyue? i can offer you one or two about the city." your eyes widens from the chef's offer, taken back by surprise from her kindness. "o-oh uhm, is there anyone here who's been to inazuma?"

the chef hums, thinking for a moment. "well, there is one person who also went from inazuma– her name is atsuko. i heard that she came here with the help of beidou and the crux!" she replies.

you furrowed your eyebrows. "...who is beidou and the crux?"

xiangling gasps. "oh celestia! people weren't really lying when they said inazuma is super closed off!" you watched as the chef sits down on one of the seats across from you. "beidou is one of the most amazing people ever! she's famous for slaying haizhan without her vision and a lot of people respect her. she is honestly the greatest! every time i go out sailing with her, she always manages to fish up lots of fresh ingredients! octopus tentacles go great in soup, and seaweed fries up great with some chilies. she and her crew love my cooking–"

suddenly xiangling stops talking, noticing a certain person outside of the restaurant.

"...are you okay–" your eyes widens when the chef puts her finger in front of your lips, gesturing you to keep quiet as she stares at what appears to be a woman with elegant presence walking pass by.

when you glance at where xiangling was looking, your breath hitched at the sight of red eyes staring back at you.

although it was only a few seconds, it felt so much more for you.

the moment the woman was out from your vision, your thoughts were cut off by the chef. "y/n? are you alright?" xiangling asks.

before you could reply, she immediately sighs in dismay. "did you see that woman passing by? that's the tianquan. let me tell you, she knows everything that happens in liyue, so be sure to keep a low profile alright?"

you blink a few times before looking at the chef, not listening to her warning moments ago. "who was that?"

-> thanks to the chef, you've learned a few things about liyue harbor.

-> although you're planning on talking to atsuko, it was easy to say that you're more interested in getting to know more about beidou and ningguang–

-> after all, who wouldn't be interested in getting to know the very two people whose names are written on your one wrist?

-> while everyone in teyvat has one name in each of their wrist, yours have two. it was one of the most strangest things in inazuma for everyone, with them wondering whether you should be lucky to have two lovers or be unfortunate to have two enemies.

-> it didn't help that people constantly ask you about your marks, as though they expect that you knew all the answers.

-> you felt trapped with the weigh of the so-called destined people of yours. you wished you knew the answers that your peers are asking, but what exactly can you do? you couldn't even bring yourself to leave the nation since you had no reason to tell everyone and not have enough experience in traveling.

-> however, the moment you heard news about the raiden shogun's sudden commands in closing off inazuma from the other nations and announce the vision hunt decree, you knew you had to run away.

-> which brings you to where you are now, determined to find and confront the two women who could be your destined lovers.

-> however, it appears that they already beat you to it.

"greetings, are you uhm.. y/n l/n?" you flinch in surprise when a blue haired woman suddenly confronts you, causing her to smile apologetically. "my apologies in surprising you."

"oh uhm, it's fine. no need to apologize- and yes, i'm y/n l/n."

the woman sighs in relief. "oh good. my name is ganyu, secretary of the qixing. i've been sent by the tianquan to give you an invitation to visit the jade chamber when you're available."

"the tianquan wants to see me?" you ask in disbelief. was it because you're from inazuma?

ganyu nodded in response. "yes. unfortunately i can't provide you a reason as to why she sees you but she expects you to come as soon as you're available."

you thought of the situation for a moment, thinking of what to do. were you this lucky to caught the attention of the tianquan or should you be worried that you may become a target to a high authority?

surely the tianquan wouldn’t do anything bad to the person who can be her lover, right?

you exhaled and look at ganyu with a determined look on your face. "...i can go now."

-> you’re honestly thankful that you decided to come with the secretary, especially since the way to the jade chamber was complicated and confusing for someone like you.

-> as much as you're excited to see the woman that you've been dying to meet ever since you were a child, you couldn't help but feel intimidated of what is to come. what if she's threatening you to get out of the nation because of your homeland? what if she thinks you've done something wrong that you didn't do?

-> when you and ganyu arrived, your eyes widens at the sight of the woman.

"as expected, you have arrived." she says, your heart skipping a beat from her smooth-like voice. if elegance was a person, the tianquan is surely the right one. "i am ningguang, the tianquan of the qixing. it's a pleasant to meet you, y/n." she introduces herself.

"i've heard winds about your presence in liyue harbor. as the tianquan, i would like to personally welcome you." she explains. you watched as she opens her fan with a small smile. "how do you feel about the city? i hope you're feeling comfortable with what it offers."

you suddenly felt your cheeks warm, looking away from her gaze. "well uhm, i would like to thank you for inviting me to your humble place and uh, to answer your question: the city is very welcoming and lively.”

"i'm glad to hear that.” she then gestures the jade chamber behind, turning around and head towards to the front doors of her home. “come with me, i would like to show you the inside of the jade chamber."

-> when you entered the jade chamber, you were astounded from how extravagant the inside is. every area and detail screams luxury, giving you more reasons to respect the tianquan with every step you take by her side.

-> as you two head towards an area that ningguang describes as the lounge, you noticed another woman drinking alcohol while sitting on one of the seats.

"..beidou." ningguang says, unpleasantness laced within her tone. "it appears that our guest has arrived quickly than we thought."

your eyes widens, watching the woman, beidou, putting her bottle aside and look at you curiously.

you couldn't help but be surprised by how her facial expression suddenly changes so fast.

"ah! you must be y/n," she exclaims, walking towards you with a grin. "i've heard about you from xiangling. sorry if ningguang over here intimidated you, haha!"

you look at beidou and then at ningguang, unsure with the purpose for this visit. "i'm sorry if i sound rude but... may i know what's going on?"

the woman beside you chuckles in response, closing her fan and kept it aside. "you haven't realized yet, dearest?" she asks in amusement.

your breath hitches when you felt beidou's arm wrapped around your shoulder, causing you to feel overwhelmed from the sudden change of atmosphere that went from light heartedness to something sinister and dark.

ningguang then continues, her tone now darker and determined unlike before. "you are our lover, dear y/n. it would be a shame if you were to get away from liyue like how you got away from inazuma, hm?"

your face suddenly pales in response to what she’s hinting, your heart slowly drops in dismay.

just when you thought you finally found freedom, you found yourself being trapped once again.