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[illyaana]

Collab: "You weren't supposed to hear that." - Anilysium Discord Server

Listen to this while you read it :33 I heard it while writing this, so it might enhance the experience? Idk XD

Tags: Atsumu x Reader, Fluff, Osasuna, Eavesdropping AU

Synopsis: Atsumu was just that good at being a little eavesdropper, but don't forget - you can at times hear things you don't want to hear.

Word Count: 997 (just assume its 1k tq XD) I didn't proof read as much as I usually do, so forgive me if there's any major mistakes :-:

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Atsumu never meant to look out for your little steps along the halls of Inarizaki High, but he couldn’t help it.

The minute he sees you pass by his classroom, his eyes dart to your face - more specifically, that little smirk you have when you feel your bag swing back and forth, hitting your sides. He never knew why you loved it, but he just knew you loved the little sounds your keychains made as you ran through the halls of the school.

He loved to see that little skip in your walk whenever you saw a vending machine - well, the old vending machine at the corner of the gym. That old vending machine reads 100 yen as 200 yen, giving you a drink for half the price. You’d smile the minute you heard the clanging of the small coin in the small section of the machinery, playing with it like a child playing with a free toy.

That little proud smile you had when you outsmarted that old vending machine was so cute - he could stare at that smile for ages and never get bored.

Atsumu wanted to join your little circle of friends - he really did.

He could’ve easily done it - after all, Suna and Osamu hang out with you every other day. Yet he could never bring himself to sit beside you, much less talk to you.

So, he’d gladly be a secret agent, taking little mental notes on you until the data he obtained is enough to talk to you.

There will be a day where he walks up to you and casually mentions your little habits and your ever-expressive facial features - but that day won’t be today.

Today, he’ll listen to your soft voice humming to the soft serenades of the Oh Hellos as you focus on your classwork. He’d stare at how your eyelashes curtained your beautiful eyes - wondering how they’d look when they stared into his. He’ll continue to dream about how your graceful fingers that currently grip your mechanical pencil trace his skin, and how he’d melt into that soft touch of yours.

“You should really talk to him, y’know?” Suna said to you, wiping the class’s whiteboard.

“Suna, as much as I want to talk to him, I can’t...”

It hurt Atsumu to know you had someone you loved.

It hurt to know that you imagined someone hugging you, pulling you into their tight embrace. You had imagined a world where you two spent hours on end in comfortable silence, legs tangled in one another as you stared at the sky above you. You had wished to see someone in the rawest way possible - no facades to cover their truest emotions.

You pictured days of endless possibilities with another, while Atsumu stayed in his world of make-believe, dreaming - no - envisioning a world where he would be the one pressing his lips on your forehead, your hands gripping on his sides.

You had pictured a pair of lips on yours, pulling your hair as they melt against your lips.

He just wished it was his.

“Stop being such a scaredy-cat. He, of all people, isn’t scary.”

Suna knows the man you liked - and knew him well.

Atsumu could tell by the smug look on the raven-haired male.

If Suna acknowledged him as a friend, then the guy must be an amazing guy, right?

If Suna cares about this guy, that means that guy must be worthy of you. After all, you deserve the best.

Atsumu gritted his teeth, imagining you walking along that corridor with another man.

Holding hands…

Smiling…

Having lunch together…

Going on dates with him…

That man is a lucky guy, that’s for sure.

“Funny how you’re preaching about talking to your crush when you haven’t talked to Osamu, one of your oldest friends, about your feelings about him,” you retorted.

Atsumu smiled, looking at Suna's now extremely red face.

It was no shock to Atsumu that Suna liked Osamu - he was an amazing person despite all his hidden remarks and teases.

Osamu was a reliable person - he takes care of everyone he cares about and is willing to drive thousands of kilometres to help.

And Suna will be the one by his side, taking care of the one who gives and never takes.

Suna turned to look at the doorway, stretching his neck, only to see his crush's twin gripping the frame of the door. A mischievous look grew on his face, staring at the now embarrassed face of the blond.

“Funny how we both fell for Miyas, isn’t it?”

Atsumu’s once sadness-filled face turned into one filled with astonishment.

He wasn’t wrong to love you - if anything, he chose well.

Your hands were willing to touch his skin - to radiate your never-ending warmth just for him to feel.

Your eyes would sing songs of endless admiration just for him and him alone.

Atsumu’s mind began replaying all the scenarios he’d play when he thought of you - how you’d play with his tie just to get his attention, how you would tug on his hair when you pissed him off, how you’d sing those whispers to him as he laid on your lap…

It can happen - it will happen.

Well, the world-renowned spy Miya Atsumu had a new mission now; to make the person who made the world better the happiest person in the world.

Atsumu dashed from his hiding spot, grabbing his sling bag and rushing towards the entrance. Small screams of joy left his lips, his eyes filled with light.

You’ll be mine, hun - you will. I don’t care how long it’ll take, but your hands will only interlock with mine from now onwards.

“I hate that we did - we can’t tease each other,” you joked as you placed your pencil back on the table, stretching your back.

Suna turned his gaze to you, smirking.

“Well, who knows? I might be teasing you very soon.”

[whorefordazai]

wiping off their kiss

pairing; atsushi | aku | dazai | chuuya x gn!reader

genre; fluff | wc; 1.6k

warnings; cussing, mentions of making out ? that’s pretty sfw right

notes; requested by @atsushiscocksucker thanks bae for the sexy request 😏 hope you don’t mind i added in dazai and chuuya ;D also these became more of scenarios rather than hcs so sorry abt that 🤔 but enjoyaaa <3 most of this is crack AHAHJS this is what happens when i write at 4am

atsushi

well shit.

why would you do that? you should know he already has trouble simply touching you, much less going in for a whole kiss !! he’s struggling to form the right words to say what he wants to say (he’s actually speechless, so no, frankly there are no audible words coming out his mouth)

the kiss wasn’t even planned, he actually just did it in the spur of the moment. it’s the end of the day; you and atsushi are walking home. hand in hand, he steals glances at your face every once in a while.

this is the perfect time, he thinks. i can shoot my shot now. finally. i’m finally growing some balls!

and so he calls out your name, making you trail your eyes up. very gently, he takes your face between his hands and brushes his thumb across your cheeks, admiring your looks for a moment. without thinking another thought—he kisses you smack dab on the lips 🤭

he smiles a bit against your mouth when he feels you kissing him back. slowly pulling away, there’s an evident flush on his face when he nervously breathes out. “s-sorry. i couldn’t help myself. that was alright…right?”

shooting him your biggest smile, you nod. only a second goes by before you use the back of your hand to wipe away at your lips. “yup! it’s all good !!”

and then you turn around and walk away like a little five year old kid who just stole some candy 🍬 all while he’s standing just—completely dumbfounded.

“wait…HAH?!”

he chases after you. “did you…did you…” he’s blushing like real crazy right now. fiddling with his suspenders, he pulls on the two straps trying to come up with a way to say this without actually saying it 💔

“did you wipe off my kiss?! i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done it in the first place! but don’t worry—i’ll never try anything like that ever….hmph!!”

yes, his words are definitely interrupted when you clamp his mouth shut with you hand. “AAJSBIS ?!&$! i’m sorry it was prank 😔”

mf now he’s embarrassed cuz he didn’t get the joke hELP but it’s okay cuz you gotta make sure to give him extra head pats and rewards later on !! he forgives you

akutagawa

PFFFTT do you have a death wish 😊

his brain is already head empty not a single thought when it comes to relationships, so this prank just messes with him in great amounts of massive gigantic confusion.

he doesn’t kiss you in public, so instead he sometimes very rarely initiates it in the comfort of privacy. by initiating, i mean he quite literally grabs you with rashomon and rips away the food you got for dinner that night. yes. i suppose that’s his love language 🤔

his lips are kinda cold. you once suggested kissing the burning hot wood in the fireplace as a joke. um well lol he definitely did not appreciate that lolslols…when he saw how salty you were about him not being able to take a joke, he was all like “well forgive mE for not unDerstaNding your superior sense of hUmor”

but he felt a bit embarrassed cuz he literally did not get the joke and as we know, aku loves proving dominance so he took a chance at this foreign concept called flirting. or kissing. or whatever the fuck it’s called.

see, in his head, he had this totally well thought out plan. ‘after kissing them, i’ll simply say it was a means to warming up my lips. they’ll get embarrassed and i’ll win. yeah yeah. good plan 🤔 very good plan 🤔’

and so he swiftly grabs your chin, making you look up at his face with wide eyes. he kisses you—and not even a few seconds later he pulls back. about to say the words he planned on saying, he’s interrupted by you.

“wow…damn…” you marvel out. just like that, you wipe off his kiss. he stares at you in shock, not expecting his plan to fail so miserably 🤥

once you explain that it’s a prank, he just begins contemplating his whole life. just sits there on the sofa with a blank look on his face. basically he looks like his wan counterpart whenever his head is empty 0_0 🤔

“it’s okay, aku.” you pat his head, handing him the cup of tea. he doesn’t answer, but takes the tea. he has known defeat. he has known humiliation. but none quite like this. he WILL get payback.

his payback is just ripping apart more of the meals you bring home btw 🤝

dazai

he is !! a big drama queen !! almost too big help !!

it’s just an ordinary day. the both of you are working at the agency. he kisses, hugs, and drags his tall lanky body on top of you all the time, right? right. so he’s not expecting you to wipe off his fucKing sMooch.

he gently tilts your head to the side, making you face him. when you’re unaware of what he’s about to do, that’s when he attacks and smushes his lips onto yours! 😣 they’re soft. he smells nice for once. and you definitely don’t want to stop kissing him but unfortunately pranksters cannot backdown from pranks.

so when he pulls back with that dreamy look in his eyes, so full of flushed adoration and love, you can’t help but accidentally wipe off the kiss from your mouth <3 oops i guess!

he covers his own mouth in shock. first off, a million questions are swirling around in that stinky beautiful head of his. why did you do that? did i forget to use chapstick? should i have eaten a mint before? why do you look so unbothered? should i make scene? no…i should definitely not make a scene.

he makes a scene, of course.

cue dramatic, earth shattering gasp. “huUHAH?! why did you just do that?!”

he pretends to be distraught (—to ignore the fact that he’s overthinking this and it’s probably just nothing except his head being a bitch and not shutting up ughsjsj—)

“do what?” you act innocent. he definitely doesn’t like how you’re playing tricks with him, but he prods on anyway. pretending to sulk a bit, he flops his head on your shoulder. he makes sure to let his hair brush against your cheek (because he knows how much you have a weakness for that).

“did i do something wrong? why did you wipe off my kiss 😔?”

godDAMMIT his floofy HAIR and soft voiCE fucking fucKER ?!$&! you have no choice but to surrender !!

“jeez i’m sorry, it was joke. calm down.” you gently pat his head in an attempt to get him back to his usual mood. and it works, of course. faster than you can blink, he’s up again with a cheerful smile on his face.

“i knew it! thanks for clarifying 😊!”

thanks for…thanks for clarifying ?!$&!! dude. think back immediately. why are you with this man again? pspsp look over here. i’m breaking the fourth fucking wall to get you a ride OUT!

chuuya

he’s dumb of ass and emotionally constipated number two. number one is dazai.

he’s had to deal with a lot of pranks while working with dazai during their double black days. but dazai has never tried to wipe his kiss off. wait does that imply there was kissing going on in the first place help 🤔

when someone pranks him, his usual facial expressions before he realizes the joke are 🤨🤬 but then after he finally understands, they’re more like 🤔😟😧😐

he doesn’t like being pranked. he’s menace #2 but it’s more like “i can prank the hell out of you but if you do it back to me, i’ll beat the shit out of you” kinda type of menace.

it’s morning, right before he leaves to go off to another one of his missions. just like an everyday routine, his gloved hands grasp the side of your face to pull you into a kiss. it’s supposed to be easy, quick, and over within a few seconds. is it? well yes, but you have something planned.

just as he’s about to turn away, the corner or his eye catches you wiping off his kiss. his body immediately does a 180. scoff leaving his mouth, he cocks an eyebrow. “excuse me? wow, bitch. what did i ever do to you…”

“hm? what?” you try playing the innocent card. chuuya furrows his brows, trying to remember if what he saw was a hallucination of some sort. he tips his hat lower to hide the growing blush on his face. “nothing, except you maybe wiped off my fucking kiss. that’s all.” he adds in a bitter smile at the end, mocking your tone.

you choke on a laugh, playing it off cool. but he knows something is up from the way you’re covering you’re mouth, masking giggles and the tears springing from your eyes. wow. you’re so good at keeping a secret. omg go bestie 🎉

“what’s so funny?” he taps his foot on the ground like an expectant parent trying to discipline his kid. he’s obviously not laughing or understanding shit, so you let out the laugh you were holding in.

“it was a prank. chill.” you dab the corners of your eyes and pat him on the back. he jerks back in shock. “hah?! what kinda—”

you shut him up with a kiss. because knowing chuuya, he’ll simply take his time to uncover the root of the prank and end up ruining the joke. butttt since you’ve kissed him, he’s all fine and dandy to go to work 😉

“wait wait, we still need to discuss this joke—”

“unfortunately, sweetheart, you’re running late for work so nah 💯”

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[thranif]

Collab: Omegaverse Collab by @katsupeach

Tags: Alpha Sero! X Omega! Reader, Binaural, ABO, Masturbation, Breeding Kink

Synopsis: Sero having phone sex with you: ABO edition

Word Count: 1301

Heats away from Sero Hanta was never easy.

The ever-growing desire to feel your mate’s warmth is so easy to give in to – so much so you would cry out his name every minute you could, hoping by some miracle he’d listen and run to you like he usually does.

The want to feel his rough hands pressing against your exposed skin as he presses your back onto the soft cushions consumed you whole.

But you couldn’t.

Cellophane was needed in I-Land to take on a villain along with his former classmates. He has already left for days, but he tried to call you every moment he could to check up on you.

“Hanta…” you cried to yourself as heat surged within you.

You closed your eyes as you pulled your nest closer to you, pressing your head into his unwashed sweater. You moaned softly as you smelt the faint pheromones of your alpha, taking a deep breath in to smell the scent you ached for. Wetness pooled between your legs, your core preparing for him.

Closing your eyes, your hands treaded down to your core. You slowly increased the digits that rubbed the soaking entrance, fingers slowly entering and prodding the aching hole.

It didn’t work – your fingers were not as thick as his.

It didn’t have the roughness you ached for.

It didn’t have the urgency to see how much of a wreck you were – to devour you as you screamed incomprehensible sounds.

“Sero… please,” you cried loudly, wondering when your lover would pull into his embrace once more.

Your fingers moved with more urgency, ravaging as much as it could. It searched every nook and cranny to find a way to satisfy you – for you to melt like you would if Sero was here.

Sero would have pressed your back against the bed as he kissed your forehead, his hands wrapping around your waist. His hands would thread along the sides of your body as if they had a mind of their own. His lips would slowly leave your lips to your jaw, pressing kisses along the way.

Tension built within you, aching for release.

He would stop at the crook of your neck where his mark is. He'd eye it, enjoying the fact that you've let him become your significant other and intertwined your lifeline with his. He would press long, long kisses on it, allowing sparks to erupt throughout your body.

A small hum of satisfaction would leave his lips the moment you would softly moan thanks to that small, small thing. You would feel his smirk against your skin - after all, you showed how much you are his and how much he was yours.

The tension began to grow bigger and bigger, making you moan louder than before. You didn't care if anyone heard - if anything, you wanted others to hear you cry out his name just to show how much he owned you.

Sero would've pushed all of himself within you, not letting a single spot of you be left untouched by him. It was his duty to satisfy his omega - to give them pleasures beyond belief with each caress, each kiss, each stroke, each push...

With a final brush, you released against the cotton sheets but euphoria was long from found.

You needed him in any way you could. The nest you made no longer felt comfortable – it was sullied by your scent, his scent long gone.

“W-where are you?” you sobbed, hugging yourself.

He was nowhere near from you, and that made you hurt even more.

Suddenly, your phone rang. You wiped the tears that stained your cheeks and rushed to pick up the phone.

“Hey, mi amor. We just finished handling the villain, so we’re heading back to our hotel and leaving first thing in the morning. How are you?”

“Sero…” you whimpered, warmth rushing within you once again.

“I am so sorry I can’t be there, love – if I could, I would,” he softly whispered, sadness lacing his words.

You couldn’t care less – his voice rang so clear in your ears the desire you had for him multiplied ten-fold.

Your hands rummaged the cupboard beside you in search of a phallic object.

“Han... ta…” you huffed, “W-where are you…?”

“I’m in my room, why?”

“Talk to me.”

“What do you mean, mi amor? I am right now, aren’t I?”

You pressed the item at the entrance of your core. Your eyes shot open to the sudden change in temperature. The cold feeling of the object against your warm entrance felt so good – too good.

“Talk… to me…” you cried, the object slowly entering your core.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting off right now?” his voice rang low, desire very clear in his tone.

“I… I miss you… dumbass…” you sobbed, “It… it hurts so bad, Hanta...”

You pressed the item deeper into your hole, the base of it meeting your skin. You let a loud moan out, your back arched. Head pressed against the soft pillow while your hand gripped against the bedhead.

You moved it slowly, each stroke slowly going deeper and deeper into you. You moved parted open, saliva slowly dripping from the sides of your lips as you began to moan his name. His name slowly became loud, intelligible moans that only made Hanta want the exact thing you want.

He wanted to be the one pushing you to your limits – to make you the moaning mess you were.

“Moan for me, mi amor – imagine me being the one pushing my cock so deep into your warm hole. Imagine me placing kisses all across your neck, nibbling your soft skin as you moan under my touch. Imagine me trying to satiate your insatiable desires as you grip onto my back, begging for more and more and more.”

You closed your eyes, listening to each word that left his lips.

“Is any of your hands free?” he asked, soft grunts leaving his lips.

“Y-yes…” you mumbled, trying to focus on his erotic huffs.

“Play with your chest for me, love. Keep softly pinching your rubs – play with it. Imagine my teeth biting it softly. Imagine me licking, sucking, and biting that soft skin of yours. Imagine me not stopping until you beg me to move to your lips, only to do the exact same thing.”

“Sero…”

“You don’t know how badly I want to be there, my love. I want to be the one giving you the pleasure you oh so deserve – to hear those heavenly moans I can only here from this fucking phone. I want to push you to the limit, to tie those naughty hands that are supposed to be mine while I fill you up – every inch and every corner,” he spoke, roughness in his voice evident.

“Come home!” you cried, stopping entirely.

“Love…”

“This isn’t enough, Sero! I- I need you…” you whimpered.

“I need to feel your warmth – your scent as you hug me so tightly as if I was a feather. I need to feel you gripping onto me as if I was going to run away – to cherish me as much as I cherish you. I need to feel your lips on mine as your hands ravage my skin, aching to leave some part of you. I need to feel your hands gripping mine as you force every single moan out of me – I need to hear those soft grunts as you mumble my name against my shoulder. This,” you pause, “This isn’t enough…”

With that, all of Sero’s restraint left him.

“I’m coming home, don’t worry. Until then, be a good lover and wait for me, yeah?”

Sero rushed home, leaving the rest of the heroes to wonder why.

Tagging: @anime-central​

[kobunnie]

10:00 pm

ft. dazai osamu

⤻ word count ; 0.7k

⤻ genre ; angst, fluff-ish ending

⤻ cw ; mention of death / murder, mention of vomit / throw up

⤻ pronouns ; none mentioned

some days, dazai was the perfect boyfriend—he was everything you couldve asked for and more. and others it was like the two of you werent dating at all.

of course, you understood how hard it must be for him to love you without any hesitation or fear. hed lived a dangerous life, a life where hed lost everyone hed ever loved. it was only natural that that fear carried over to you, causing him to question sometimes whether or not he should risk the heartbreak should anything happen to you.

and even still, through all of it, you loved him unconditionally. because you knew deep down, he loved you too. he just wouldnt ever be able to stand losing you.

today was one of those days. distant days. days where dazai ignored you and almost didnt exist. usually, youd be able to do your own work and carry on until hed come up to you and wrap you so close to his body and apologize.

but today was different. you were struggling. youd been on a case with ranpo and itd be the most horrific thing youd ever witnessed. a brutal murder of an innocent teenage girl by the one she trusted most: her best friend, her partner in crime, her boyfriend. foul play was suspected by the police force but only confirmed once ranpo and you had arrived on the scene. though he was charged guilty but also given a lenient sentence due to a third party, it all still made you so sick to your stomach that you couldnt even eat that night.

you needed dazai. you needed to hold him. you needed to be near him. most of all, you needed reassurance that he would never do anything to hurt you. that he loved you.

but, unfortunately, you wouldnt be getting that. any of it.

“osamu—“ you stumbled into your bedroom, holding your stomach. the images of the day flashed in your head and you clapped a hand over your mouth.

your eyes scanned the room for dazai but found no trace of him. frowning, you made your way to the bathroom and bent over the toilet, praying you wouldnt throw up. you couldnt. thatd gross you out and youd never stop throwing up.

a thud from the main room caused you to finally release the toilet and stand. you found dazai laid back on the couch, headphones over his ears and his eyes closed.

relief flooded your body and you made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder. beneath you he was tense and stiff, unsure what to do.

so rarely did he ever see you in such a state that he didnt know what to think of it. in fact, he was scared out of his mind. scared that the reason as to why you were so broken down was maybe because of him.

had he done something? had he said something? had he hurt you?

panic surged through him and he jolted away from you, much to your surprise. your eyes searched his face as he pushed his headphones down.

neither of you spoke a single word.

he was terrified. he wanted out.

you were heartbroken. you wanted him.

dazai shifted down the couch, and bent over his knees, staring at the floor. you could no longer see his face and perhaps that was a good thing. because the expression on his face was one of disgust, panic, and anger. disgust at himself. panic at you. and anger at whatever had made you cry.

by then youd begun to realize that it was one of those days. that it had been your mistake to reach for him like that when he was so obviously lost in his own little world. you sobbed even more and hugged your knees to your chest.

you couldnt even muster an “im sorry” though you had no reason to be apologizing to him. dazai watched as you stifled your cries and his heartbroke at the sight.

he got up and sunk down next to you, engulfing you in his body and holding you close to your chest.

“im sorry. ill do better.”

and it was those words that made you realize that he would never dare hurt you. never on purpose. because he loved you to the point where if he hurt you, hed hate himself for the rest of his life.

[mimi-cee-hq]

A Genuine Mess - Atsumu x f!reader

Pairing: Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: Atsumu insults you, the quietest girl in his class. But as he gets to know you, your few words often leave him blushing.

Genre, etc.: Tooth rotting fluff, Atsumu is a dork in love but still consistent with his canon character, reader is quiet but not timid

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: I wanted to try a different personality for the reader as well as taking one of Atsumu's negative character traits and flipping it on its head :) This was fun to write. Hehehe.

Words: 1.9k

*****

"What? She's here for me?" said Atsumu. He pressed his lips together to hide the smile forming on his lips. As he attempted to walk to the gym doors as normally as possible, Aran tilted his head while Osamu wore an amusing smirk.

Atsumu leaned on the frame of the gym doors. "What'd ya want?" he asked you, trying to be as smooth as possible. His voice didn't reveal his usual arrogance and was unexpectedly gentle.

"Could I see your hand?" you asked him with a quiet but direct tone.

When he held his hand out in front of you, you delicately turned it over, palm faced down, and positioned his fingers one by one. You didn't notice him gripping the side of his jersey in his other hand, trying to keep it together every time your fingers grazed his skin. You let go of his hand to pull out your phone and angled it to get a good shot of his hand.

Click.

"Thank you Atsumu-san," you told him, putting your phone away and leaving the gym.

Atsumu returned to the court, not even able to hide the childish grin from his teammates anymore. Some widened their eyes and others dropped their jaws as they witnessed the entire scene.

"So when did you start liking her?" Suna asked him.

"I don't like her," Atsumu adamantly responded.

A laugh escaped Osamu's lips and Atsumu told him to shut up. He hated that his twin knew exactly why he was acting like this.

*****

"Well that looks ugly."

Seated at your desk, you looked up from your sketch to see Atsumu's scrunched up nose. It didn't take long for it to disappear. Osamu whacked him on the head for insulting the quietest girl in class two and quite possibly their whole year.

"Sorry about this jerk," Osamu told you. "He doesn't have a filter."

But when he started to drag Atsumu away from you, they heard the rare sound of your voice.

"Miya-san," you said.

They both turned around but after looking at each other, they assumed you were referring to your classmate Atsumu.

"Why does it look ugly?"

"Ha?" Atsumu gawked at you. He scratched the back of his head. "I dunno. The shoulders just looked gross"–he got whacked on the head again–"Hey!" He glared at Osamu.

After they bickered for a bit, they turned their attention back to you, but you were already facing your desk, immersed in your sketch. Osamu raised an eyebrow at Atsumu, expecting him to know what that was all about, but he only shrugged his shoulders, not having a clue either.

The next time Atsumu heard your voice was when you came to see him at his desk.

"Ha? What's this?" he asked.

In front of him, you had placed another sketch. You didn't say a word but looked at him as if you were expecting some sort of comment.

Atsumu raised an eyebrow but looked at the sketch anyway.

"What's wrong with this dude's hand?" he asked as he squinted at the drawing, holding your sketchbook up to his eyes. "It looks like it's dislocated or something."

The classmate beside him shot his eyes open. He then looked up at you to see your reaction.

"Thank you," you told Atsumu with a little nod before returning to your desk. Those were the only words you had for Atsumu and they had left him and his classmate speechless.

Atsumu's eyes lit up the third time you came to his desk.

"Which one looks the worst?" you asked him, showing him three different sketches.

"This one," he said, pointing to the one in the middle. "There's no way a person could have hair like that."

You ignored his comment and asked him again which one looked worse. He still chose the middle one, saying the expression reminded him too much of his brother.

You gave him a nod as thanks and as he watched you return to your desk, there was a small uptick at the corner of his mouth, gazing at you gathering your pencils together and continuing your progress.

Over the next couple of weeks, he watched you from afar as you drew doodles during class when you should've been paying attention. He wondered if he should actually write notes from the lesson in case you needed them. Maybe he'd pass them to you the next time you showed him your artwork.

But you hadn't made a trip to his desk during the next two weeks. Why did you stop coming? So when you left the classroom, he quickly opened the sketchbook that was left on your desk and went through it page by page, curious to see what you'd been drawing this whole time. As he flipped through the pages, he saw how your drawings had gradually improved. He couldn't help but smile at your growth as an artist.

"Miya-san."

He jumped at your voice and snapped the book shut. He fumbled over his words. "I wasn't looking! It just fell and I picked it up from the ground!" he told you. "When I put it back on yer desk it just happened t' be like that!"

He then saw an expression he had never seen on your face. Your brows were furrowed and your lips turned into a frown. You let out a deep breath. "Miya-san, you're free to look through my sketchbook, but please don't lie to me."

His eyes widened before he lowered them to stare at the classroom floor. Shoulders sagging, he told you in a hushed voice, "I'm sorry." He sighed and dragged his feet back towards his desk. But just when he was about to pull out his chair, he heard your soft voice.

"Miya-san," you said, looking directly at him when he turned to you. "Like I said, you can come and look at it whenever you want."

Atsumu pressed his lips together, trying to hold back a stupid grin on his face. But his eyes betrayed his attempt as they crinkled and turned into crescents, elated at your offer.

*****

Over the next several weeks, Atsumu used any excuse he could to chat with you at your desk before he finally settled on talking to you about anything and everything. He tried to get to know you, asking you questions, but your answers were short and simple, not knowing how else to respond.

However, Atsumu shamelessly continued to talk about himself, his brother, the team, and whatever else was on his mind that day. You always nodded and listened with a smile.

"I think she's just being nice to you," commented Osamu.

"She's never stopped me," Atsumu replied with a huff, crossing his arms, which only resulted in Osamu shaking his head.

Without looking up from your sketch, you told him, "I like hearing him talk."

Osamu's eyes grew at your response but when he glanced over at his twin, Atsumu's ears and cheeks had turned red.

"Oh?" the silver haired twin said with a sly grin. "You're blushing 'Tsumu."

"No I'm not!" Atsumu said after clearing his throat and turning his head away. Osamu was about to tease him when instead, you said something that deepened his blush.

"It's cute."

Osamu's jaw dropped. Atsumu froze at your comment before deciding to put his face down on your desk, burying it into his arms.

As you and Atsumu got to know each other, he learned that you were still close with your friends from middle school. They were there for you, always supporting you and your passion for art. But when you asked them what they thought about your drawings, they had always said they looked good. You were grateful for them but you couldn't tell if they were just being nice.

"So is that why you asked me about yer drawings?" Atsumu noted. You confirmed it with a nod and he looked at you with longing eyes and a soft smile.

You caught him off-guard when you took a photo of him. "Your expression was interesting just now," you told him. "I want to use it as reference."

Atsumu blushed and covered the lower half of his face. He muttered something through his hands that you didn't quite catch.

"Hm?" you asked.

"Y-you can use me as reference any time."

You took him up on his offer. You'd often snap pictures of him, casually pulling out your phone when you'd find an interesting expression on his face. You even came to see him at practice when you wanted to practice drawing some hands. He often wondered what you noticed about him when you used him as reference, what expressions you saw in him.

One day after classes had ended and volleyball practice was cancelled, he sat at the other side of your desk as you switched to a different drawing pencil from your set. What did you see when you looked at him? His eyes? His nose? His lips?

His hand rose next to your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. When you looked up at him from your drawing, he pulled his hand back, suddenly realizing what he was doing.

He bit his lip, scolding himself for doing that to you. You called his name and his attention was back on you.

"Why did you stop?" you asked.

Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach, not at all expecting those words. Looking at you through his eyelashes, he saw you directly looking back at him. Were you serious?

Somehow getting the courage to make a move, he drew his hand toward you and gently cupped your cheek. He bent over your desk and brought his lips near yours, stopping midway as if waiting for permission to follow through. You leaned in a little closer and he closed the gap, feeling your soft lips against his.

Pulling back, his eyes studied your face for some sort of reaction. He bit his lip, doubting if that was what you wanted. Perhaps he didn't do a good job or you had changed your mind after the kiss.

What if you were just doing this for reference?

He searched your eyes for an answer, not knowing that you saw the insecurity in his.

"I liked it, Atsumu."

His eyes grew. He was both delighted and flustered, not believing that he got to kiss you, that you'd accept a kiss from someone like him. He hugged you and placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

*****

"Guys! I have a girlfriend!" Atsumu declared, storming into the gym the next day. They all raised their brows when they saw who was holding his hand.

"Are you serious?" asked Aran.

"It's probably fake," Suna commented.

"He must have bribed her or something," Osamu added.

"All of ya just shut up!" Atsumu yelled at them as they all gave him a skeptical look. He sighed and dropped his shoulders as he held your hand.

They snickered and teased him, but when there was a silent pause in the air, they heard your voice for the first time.

"I like him," you told his team. Your voice was quiet but they heard every word. They freaked out, gawking at the two of you, an unlikely pair.

Atsumu turned his face away because his cheeks went red again. Your words, more often than not, caused him to be up in a fluster.

*****

I hope you enjoyed it.

I couldn't help but have Suna say it was fake for all my "A Glimpse of Yellow" readers. lolll.

If you liked this one, you might like one of these:

1) my Tendou one-shot (timid!reader)

2) my Sakusa one-shot (where he gets a crush on exchange student!reader)

3) my Kyoutani one-shot (another unexpected pairing)

And I want to shamelessly throw in my Suna chaptered fic (fake dating) just because it's my current series. lol.

I also have a Google form for my taglist if any of you are interested in it.

[denji-core]

〔 🌞 〕 clothes — ⊹

𖧷 - suna, kiyoomi, akaashi, matsukawa x gn!r

𖧷 - fluff; scenarios / a few curse words in suna & issei's, not proofread

𖧷 - wc. 848

𖧷 - an. issei, pls be real already </3

masterlist | taglist form | rbs appreciated

suna

"is that my hoodie?" you freeze at the sound of suna's voice behind you and slowly turn around, "uhmm yes, do you want me to take it off?" he looks at you, almost offended. "i never said that, baby, was just wondering if it was mine." he grins at you, arms looping around your waist loosely. "but, you already know it's yours, rin." you look at him confused, urging him to get to his point already. "yeah that's true, i just wanted to hear you say you wearing my hoodie." "well in that case, yes rintaro, i am wearing your hoodie." he nods, chuckling, "i can see that, silly." he teases, "but no, don't take it off, you look too adorable, i wanna treasure this moment." "babe, i wear your clothes all the time..." "yeah i know, but something about this one is different." he hums, still thinking to himself, "rin?" "what?" "you're fucking weird." he laughs out loud at that, "yeah i know, but you still love me."

sakusa

sakusa doesn't mind when you wear his clothes, actually, he kinda likes it. and how could he not when you look so cute in them, like right now, you're lounging around in his sweater and sweats waiting for him to get home from practice so you can have the movie night you'd planned a few days prior. you perk up as soon as you hear his keys rattling outside, immediately going to greet him. "omi." "hi baby, let me change and we can-" he's cut off by you hugging him, "i missed you, omi." he drops his gym bag so he can wrap his arms around you, "missed you too, angel. let me get changed and we can start the movie okay?" he squeezes you before letting go, giving you a quick kiss. it's not long before you're both cuddling on the couch, waiting for the movie you'd both picked out to start, "you know, you look cute that sweatshirt of mine." he chuckles a bit, kissing your cheek before pulling you closer, "do i?" "mhm, might just have you keep the thing, think i like it better on you."

akaashi

don't get akaashi wrong, he loves when you wear his clothes, he thinks you look absolutely adorable- but, he'd be lying if he didn't notice his closet becoming... bare. "angel, we have to talk." as soon as you come into view his heart swells at the sight of you in one of his sweaters, god- how was he supposed to confront you like this? "keiji? what is it, baby?" your face looks kind of worried, truth be told you were, i mean how else are you supposed to feel when your partner tells you that you need to talk? he motions for you to come closer, which you do, now standing in between his legs as he sits on the couch. "i just..." he begins and though you urge him to go on, he decides he just can't do it. he can't confront over something like this. "i just wanted to tell you that i love you." you instantly relax, "baby, is that all you had to tell me?" he nods, looking you in the eye and you would've confronted him over his lie had he not looked nervous. "well, i love you too keiji. dunno why you had to scare me like that though, thought you were gonna tell me i couldn't wear your clothes anymore." you joke and he laughs extremely awkwardly, "haha yeah no, i would never!"

matsukawa

"i'm home, baby." issei's voice fills the apartment as he closes the door, and you're in front of him almost moments later, engulfing him in a hug immediately. "woah, gotta put my stuff down, hold on." he chuckles, tossing his keys on the table by the front door, as well as whatever else he had in his hands at the time, "you miss me this much?" he grins at you as you burry your face in his chest, that's when he notices the familiar blueish green hoodie he's so fond of. "baby-" his large, calloused hands cup your face as you look up at him, "hm?" "you looks so cute in my hoodie, did you know that?" your eyes widen, face heating up almost immediately, "oh shit- i... i mean to take it off before you got here. i know it's your favorite but i just missed you a lot and... it felt like you were hugging me when i put it on so... i'll take it off-" "hey, did you not hear me?" "hear you?" "yeah, i said you looked cute in it. so wear it as long as you want, i don't mind." hours go by and he's still thinking about why you put the sweatshirt on in the first place, his cheeks turn pink at the thought and he can't fight the smile on his face when he comes home the next day to you asleep on the couch in the same blueish-green sweatshirt.

taglist ⊹ @nxvacaine @sergeant102105 @samus-bub @escapenightmare

[ganyunomi]

they see you wearing their shirt.

feat. gojo satori, nanami kento, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi.

warnings. none! just pure fluff (sorta suggestive for gojo and nanami tho)

GOJO ;

man deadass goes “it’s free real estate”. he THRIVES by seeing you in his shirt, he loves it. and he’s going to be very vocal about it. he’ll definitely say stuff like “my shirt would look better on the floor”. do NOT let him get away with it. he’ll be all cocky the next day, insisting you keep wearing his shirts. but if you do want to wear them, then be warned, he will not let you go anywhere.

NANAMI ;

he’s far less obvious about it. yes, he very much enjoys seeing you looking all nice in his shirt, no, he will not tell you that, lest he actually motivates you further into wearing them. not that he doesn’t like you wearing his shirts, but he doesn’t want you to get all big-headed about it. the most you’ll get out of him is “that shirt looks good on you, my love.” take it or leave it, but he will show you how much he likes it.

ITADORI ;

he smiles. the first thing he does is smile. a big, dopey, dorky smile, because he loves how that shirt looks on you. he’s giving you that shirt now, he doesn’t want it back. it will never look as good on him as it does you. expect cuddles from him. the poor thing just wants to show you he loves seeing you in his shirt. he’ll also shower you in kisses. he’ll repeat “keep that shirt, it’s your shirt now” over and over again.

MEGUMI ;

he stares at you. he doesn’t say anything for a while, he just keeps staring. until his cheeks start turning red, which will cause him to look away. he may not be vocal about it, but he very much enjoys seeing you in his shirt. he’ll throw in a shy compliment here and there, mostly just “that shirt looks nice on you” but other than that he’s pretty much silent. do keep trying though, you’ll eventually get him to cuddle you.

[boytouya]

last words of a shooting star

tags: hitoshi shinso x male reader, slight self-deprecation

w.count: 1.4k

You loved Hitoshi Shinsou. You were sure of it, with how light bursted deep within your chest when he looked at you. His indigo eyes, a beautiful mixture of lavender and lilac and all things soothing. He looks at you with all-seeing, omniscient eyes that pierce your soul in the very area you stand. He’s everything you loved, and, yet, everything you loathed. All in-between and outside, every missing part of you could be found within him.

It scares you, the dark pools reverent of sleepless nights that sit beneath his eyes. You wonder what haunts his dreams, what keeps his strained eyes awake until the night is pulled away from his grasp.

You wonder what races through his mind when he looks at you, when his calloused fingers grip the grey scarf flowing just above his collarbones. You wonder when he developed the habit of raking his fingers through his hair when he got upset, purple locks flowing back into place as if strategically disheveled. The same fingers that were picked at, tapped against his knee as it bounced, clawed as they wrapped around the warm skin of his bicep as chilly air sent goosebumps across his olive skin.

It scares you, the uncertainty riddled between your brushing knees as you wait for the final bus to arrive. You need him, you need him to guide you home. But he is home, isn’t he? You need him to lace your fingers together, albeit with your pinkies interlocked if that’s all he wanted- you need him to need you. To want you, to breathe you in and exhale you out as someone better. Something better.

Hitoshi’s cheekbones are high despite the soft layer of roundness across his face, with some sort of natural highlight that leaves Mina glowing an emerald shade of green with jealousy. His head turns away from you, high cheekbones and all, as he buries his face into the thin layer of fabric that makes up the hood of his jacket. He was- is- in all sense of the word, perfection.

Asphalt cracks beneath your sneakers when he walks you home. It’s a quiet walk, the two of you too busy constructing plausible conversation starters in your head instead of actually saying anything out loud. But that’s okay, the music leaking from Hitoshi’s headphones fills the gaps between you and your inability to understand social graces anyway. He spares a few glances towards you, eyes glimmering under the streetlamps decorating the sidewalk, and you deem that as enough.

He tries to match you up to his favorite song,the one that’s currently filling his head.. Do you feel like he does as he listens to it? Does he want to play you on loop until he gets a headache, do you reach the part of his brain that’s only rarely found— do sparks go off in his chest when he listens to you? He flickers his lavender gaze your way, oxygen pulled from his throat the second his eyes make contact with you.

The yellow light illuminates off his cheek, almost as light as the feeling of his knuckles brushing against your own. Quickly. he cranes his neck impossibly far, clenching and unclenching his fist as if the expression on his face might change your perception of him forever.

He claims he isn’t doing it for you, that your house is just in the same direction as his own, but you know he lives on the other side of town. Hitoshi is sweet in his own way, footsteps dipped in honey as he trails behind you, always finding loopholes to brush off any kind of uncharacteristic kindness as something else. His feet only barely step above the ground, raking lazily beneath his weight until he, finally, catches up to your pace. Not that you’re much faster than him.

He’s always been one step behind.

It’s obvious he thinks so, it’s obvious he’s chanted cruel mantras to himself in the past to back up his beliefs. It plagues him, buries thorns inside his veins and blocks off any clear path of rationality that even tries to reach his brain. Hitoshi believes he’s incapable, incapable of becoming a hero. A smart one at that. Incapable of proving just about everyone wrong— and if he can’t, what does he have left?

Because he walks the slowest, he assumes he’s always behind.

The moon is hidden behind clouds of grey, thick and threatening as they slowly coarse through the wide, navy blue sky. Hitoshi finally pulls his face away from the shadows of the towering trees, squinting up at the sky. Even with direct light shining in his face, his dark circles seem darker than ever.

“It’s going to rain.” He says dumbly, eyebrows knitting together almost immediately after pointing out his observation. Like he regrets saying it. Like he wants you to think of him a certain way. He’s unsure of how to verbalize that, unsure how to twist his words into the perfect poem that you immediately understand- resonate with and remember. He settles for silence, pursing his pink lips with wallowing frustration. Scratching his earlobe with clipped nails, Hitoshi rubs at the fragile skin until it goes red. Just a nervous habit, that’s all.

Even then, you entertain his statement, looking up at the sky with newfound interest. Genuine interest. The twinkling stars remind you of Hitoshi, the brightest star catching your eye almost immediately. A dark arrangement of blue and black- even purple in some places— you can’t help but think about him. A beautiful boy built from stardust, collected from the Cosmos and put together as stars aligned on his sleeve…a flaming ball of determination and will, passion and love. Brighter than the rest. Complete and utter perfection, that was Hitoshi Shinso.

“Yeah...” You reply, just as academic as ever.

You wondered if his heart was the same. And, in your own bout of selfishness, you wondered how much space you’d take up within it.

“I love you.” You whisper to yourself, the confession disappearing into the night immediately after breathing it out. Even if Hitoshi heard you, he doesn’t point it out.

“I love you too.” You hope he whispers back, a secret between the two of you to hold and cherish until your kindling flame is burned out. Until you’re left to fend in the dark together, hand in hand. Heart to heart. And there’d be enough light bursting through your chest to light up an entire stadium.

But he doesn’t.

Your gaze flickers across the sky, dark pupils dilated as you witness a tango between constellations, one shooting star leaving behind a trail of itself after another. Beautiful, the way it reflects off your wide eyes. Beautiful, the way Hitoshi lights up as the sky dances for him. He was merely an insignificant speck in the forever expanding universe, but, even then, it was built for him. Always for him.

That was the part of Hitoshi that you adored. When he let go of his facade, when he broke down the walls of his falsely inflated ego and looked back at you with relaxed, lavender eyes. Deep inside, you knew he was just like you. A teenage boy, with faults and weaknesses. A teenage boy who yearned for acceptance. Oh, what you’d do to offer that to him.

Your knuckles brush once more, sending jolts of electricity through your spine. This time Hitoshi makes no feverish movements, he keeps his hand by his side as he stares at the open sky, past the clouds, and straight to the shower of stars. He wonders where they’re headed, what they’ll hit and if they ever crash; he wonders where his relationship with you is headed, he wonders if it’s even a relationship at all.

Hitoshi trails next to you, knocking his hand against the warmth of your own— so soft — until you catch the hint and perk up. Even the smallest of gestures has you smiling, a slight bounce in your step as you look down at his bruised knuckles. Despite the swirls of black and blue, they look inviting. Like they were made for you. Like Hitoshi was made for you.

Only this time, he locks your pinkies together.

Hitoshi Shinsou loved you. He knows he does, with how light bursted deep within his chest as he looked at you. Your inviting eyes, a beautiful mixture of warmth and stability and all things soothing. You look at him with all-seeing, omniscient eyes that pierce through his soul in the very area he stands. You’re everything he loved, and, yet, everything he loathed. All in-between and outside, every missing part of him could be found within you.

“I love you too.” He whispers to himself, to nothing in particular. Just like you hoped.

[shxyo-sho]

I saw you wanted to write for the tr fandom, can I request a timeskip kazutora x reader fanfic preferably fluff. If not you can totally skip over this

timeskip kazutora relationship hcs ♡

pairing: kazutora hanemiya x gn!reader

warnings: manga spoilers

genre: fluff, a lil angst

a/n: aaa tysm for requesting babe <3 I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcannons or a drabble so I took the safe route and did headcannons. reblogs are greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoyyy :)

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He’s a tad hesitant to get into a relationship at first

He just didn’t feel like he could be the person you needed

But after a while he ends up not being able to stop himself from falling for you

And he falls hard

Not huge on pda, doesn’t mind it

But affection does fluster him pretty badly

Especially public affection

He likes to connect your pinky with his

It’s a subtle action but affective nonetheless

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR ‼️

Doesn’t matter if your styling it or washing it

He just loves the feeling of your fingers running through his hair

Is very gentle with you

His hold on you is always so subtle and tender

Doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you

I sure do hope you love animals!

Because he does

Introduces you to his pets and takes the interaction very seriously

It’s a test of character in some sense

Doesn’t like to cry around you

He feels like it’s a bothersome thing and would rather not burden you with it

Please let him know that it’s okay to cry and show emotion

He does slowly start to open up to you

Telling you about his nightmares and ranting about his regretted past

Also introduces you to takemichi

Platonic partner meets romantic partner

Instant friends

You help Hina with the marriage preparations

Speaking of marriage!

He knows your the person he wants to marry

But despite knowing that, he still holds off on proposing

He has some trauma tied to marriage due to his parents

That added onto him being insecure and nervous

Yeahh it takes him a while to actually pop the question

Don’t even get me started on having kids with him 💀

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[milktyama]

— HEART OF GOLD

chapter one. oh no he's hot

pairing: timeskip!miya atsumu x olympian!reader

wc: 1.4k

warning: brief mention of sex

directory. | ch.2

You stretched your arms over your head as the plane finally landed in Tokyo. You tried yawning a few times and heard the pop of your ears, feeling a sense of relief afterward. Adjusting your mask, you looked over at your teammate who stood up to get the carry-ons from the upper compartments.

It was five days, or maybe six, the time zone difference confused your inner clock, before the Tokyo Olympics. You felt the blood rush through your body, running cold at your fingertips but heating up on your cheeks. It was finally time; after an unfortunate year of delay. Though it wasn’t the first time you qualified for the Olympics, in fact, it was just your second time, you felt ecstatic.

It was a long journey to make it here, but now the moment was right in front of your eyes and you were going to make the most of it. Your eyelids felt a little heavy from the flight, the fatigue slowly spreading throughout your body.

After a round of tiring tests and examinations, you finally got into a bus that directly drove you to the infamous Olympic Village. You rested your chin on your palm, watching the roads of Japan as your senior teammates were talking about the village.

“I heard this year the village was going to be a lot better than previous Olympics! I guess it is Tokyo after all!”

“Of course it will be. I heard the night view would be even better. Maybe I should slip my number to one of the athletes from another sport,” they giggled away. Although the idea excited you, your heart was fixated on your goal, the gold medal. Or at least you hoped. Maybe getting the autographs and pictures with the previous gold medalists would also make a good alternative.

The bus crossed a bridge over water and entered the Olympic Village and the view of tall buildings and flags of hundreds of countries entered your view. With the sky tinted pink from the setting sun, it only enhanced the overall beauty of the village.

The many buildings didn’t overwhelm your surroundings, still providing a breathtaking view of the bridge you crossed moments ago. You could hear the sway of the freshwater by simply just watching how clear it looked. Rather than a city or a village, the area felt more like a fancy college campus with a beautiful skyline.

You could tell your team had arrived when the bus stopped in front of a tall building, the upper floors adorned with your country’s flag. Right under your floors, you could see Japan’s flag hanging from the walls. The contrast yet the complementary combination of your country’s flag and theirs makes for a very pleasing look. You thought it would be nice to meet some people from the area during your stay.

Pulling your luggage behind you, you were kindly greeted by the staff holding little paper flags of your country on a stick, each of them waving them in the air and providing your team a warm eye smile. The gesture truly warmed your heart, but what your body really needed was a shower and to go straight to bed.

You tried giving the staff the same eye smile back, doing your best to scurry away into your room, though your efforts seem to not bear any fruit. Clueless as to what to do next, you bowed your head a few times towards the staff and placed a hand on one of your teammates' backs, pushing them towards the direction of the elevator.

When they finally budged, you breathed a sigh of relief, the last ounce of energy in your body slowly fading. Before the doors closed, you heard the doors from the entrance opening as a large group of men in red track jackets and white track pants approached the front desk, the staff now holding different flags to welcome the new team.

Before you could take a better look at the team who you assumed were going to share the building with, the doors of the elevator closed shut, cutting off your sight of them completely. The last thing the corner of your eyes managed to catch was the silver of freshly bleached hair with a dark undercut and a pair of what you thought were strangely thick eyebrows that somehow intrigued you.

Maybe you did have a little more energy in your left.

With your mind now busy, you couldn’t help but feel the heat rise into your cheeks and this time it wasn’t because of the excitement over the Olympics.

Making your way towards your room with three of your teammates, you hoped that they at least provided a decently comfortable bed. As you opened the door, you were met with a comfortable-sized common area with a fridge and a round table in the middle with colourful chairs, each representing the Olympic rings. The walls were a solid white.

You made a beeline towards one of the rooms, one of your mates following behind. It had the same plain white walls from the common areas but the room was lit brightly by the window. It was a comfortable size, with two beds on the sides of the room. Slumping on top of one of the beds, you melted into the pillowy surface as your lids slowly fluttered shut.

“Oh wow, these beds really are made of cardboard.” Your eyes snapped open to their statement.

“What?” you groaned.

“You know, the cardboard beds! I saw on twitter that these were supposed to be anti-sex since they would collapse if there were two people on it.”

If you thought your cheeks couldn’t get any warmer, well now they would be on fire. Maybe it was the bad timing, but your mind flashed to the glance of the mysterious man with the blond undercut with thick brows and you quickly buried your face into your pillow. You snuggled into the cold side of the pillow in attempts to cool your face down.

“I-I’m going to sleep now!” you tried to sound normal, though that didn’t seem to be working too well.

“Don’t you want to shower first? If you really want to sleep I’ll let you shower first,” they offered.

“No no it’s ok!” you exclaimed a little too loud, “I’ll shower in the morning. Goodnight!” You wrapped the blanket tightly around you in attempts to hide the embarrassment somewhere under the covers if possible. Fatigue finally overtook you, your body finally relaxing under the comforters, your conscious blacking into dreamland.

Stepping out onto the small balcony, you felt a chill through your bones as the temperature of your body changes from the one of your fresh shower to the one of a cool summer morning. It was quite nice. Due to the early hour, it was quite quiet and not many were awake with the exception of a few athletes going on morning runs.

You basked in the morning sun, the rays reflecting onto the water and giving your building a little extra brightness that was comforting. Japan really lived up to the name of the rising sun you thought. Maybe you should go get an early breakfast at the 24 hour canteen? Or maybe you should follow the steps of the people outside now and take a quick run. Maybe not since you just showered. Maybe-

“A-A-ACHOOOOOO!!!”

All the hairs on your skin stood up in shock. The aggressive sneeze was followed by a grunting noise and some words in a language foreign to you were murmured under their breath. You looked around and followed the direction of the noises. You peaked down to the balcony underneath yours and peaked a familiar silver of blond.

Scratching your head in thought, you ceased to realize your own humming, causing the blond to tilt his head up towards your direction. Your eyes locked, his brown eyes turning into a honey hazel from the sunlight. You were mesmerized by them as he was with yours reflecting the sunlight as well.

When you realized how long the two of you have been looking into the other, you let out a yelp and shrunk back into a corner of your balcony, and covered your face in embarrassment. It was the guy from the entrance!

Oh no, and he was hot.

directory. | ch.2

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[illyaana]

𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒖𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃 - Halloween: After Dark

Hosted by: @kuroos-babygirl

Its spooky time geheheehehe :3 (also pat me on the back for posting 2 fics in a day tqvm >w<)

Tags: Siren! Inumaki x Gender Neutral Reader, Angst, Fluff, Minor Cussing, Depiction of Suicide, Maki Zen'in being a queen, multiple failed attempts at being funny.

Synopsis: A failed suicide attempt leads y/n into the hands of Maki and Toge; two abandoned orphans who just so happen to be a Mermaid and a Siren. In exchange from saving Y/N, they ask them to help them live. (Sorry this took so long to get out :~:)

WC: 2000

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Gentle reminder that this story does touch depression and suicide. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, please don't force yourself to read.

The oceans swiftly pushed against the soft grains of gold-painted sand, your feet slowly succumbing to the warmth enveloping you. It fell deeper and deeper into the ground, the cold water now brushing against your calves. You watched as the cold wind brushed against your skin on this impromptu rendezvous, the leaves of the willow tree a few metres away dancing along with the soft drums of the wind.

You wished you could express how you felt in that very moment, but you can't - it was such a mismatch of feelings no amount of words would ever be enough.

The pain of knowing nothing awaited you the minute you step back from the grainy sand slowly consumed you, the waves moving closer to you than before.

The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your calves now reaching your thighs.

The joy of knowing you were meeting the end of such an excruciatingly painful life swelled, tears of joy slowly finding their place against your cheek painted blue and purple. Your hands, eager to feel the difference in textures between the ocean and the sand, slowly reached for that intriguing border.

The rough yet soft intensity of the sand slowly embedded itself in your mind as the soft and silky feels of the water barely surrounded your five fingers.

The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your thighs now reaching your hips.

You stood up tall, enjoying how the ends of your shirt were now lifted thanks to water buoyancy. It made you feel like a princess - how they'd lift the ends of the skirts when bowing down to greet anyone in those princess movies you used to watch.

You reminisced those few moments you had as a kid - a kid who knew nothing but the wonders of Disney and Mattel, how you'd run around your house with a Nerf gun to "shoot those deemed unworthy by the law".

Where did 'that' you go? The innocent one?

It was just 10 years ago when you carried that toy, just ten years.

The tides were rising, the water that once only hit your hips now reaching your chest.

This warmth that now enveloped you wholly; when was the last time you felt it? - Just a mere embrace, just a hug. Why were you deprived of the littlest of things?

Why were you painted in blue, black and purple when the others have painted the colours of the warmest of skies and the coldest of nights? Why did you have to seek out such a love, but only receive the once cold waters as your only form of comfort?

It was a cruel, unjust world. Others were entranced by the facade painted for them while you were dealt the worst cards one could imagine.

The tides were rising, the waters that once only reached your lips now reached your lips.

How befitting you spend the last moments in your life in the water, letting it slowly take you in. Not a ripple to be seen, but the Moon's reflection broken into wavy strips.

With one last breath, you let yourself give in.

Each breath got slower and slower.

And then it stopped.

You felt a pair of arms wrap around you, trying to pull you out, but you couldn't care less.

The warmth of the ocean was all you needed.

"Let me sleep," you thought to yourself as your consciousness left you.

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You woke up against the sand, your wet hair encrusted with those golden grains. A sense of disappointment filled within you.

Your plan failed - miserably.

Just for once, you wanted to leave just like everybody wanted you to.

It was going to be such a peaceful way of leaving, and someone just had to ruin it.

"If you wanted to die so badly, why die like that? It's not very human-like of you," said the mermaid before you, her tail barely touching the water.

"I am high, aren't I?"

"No, you are very much sober. I really am a mermaid, and that fella over there," she points to the Merman on the huge rock, "Saved your life."

"I am sorry, ma'am - I think something happened to me while I was in the water. I am pretty high and I heard you say that you were a mermaid and hallucinated a Merman sitting on that rock."

"Geez, you aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" The green-haired lady said, pushing herself towards you.

"I am a fucking mermaid - sorry - a hot mermaid," she said, pointing at her tail.

...holy shit.

"Toge! Come over here, you dipshit," she shouted at the white-haired male.

"I'm Maki - a female Mermaid who has to take care of a Merman. The Merman I'm taking care of is Toge," she pointed at the Merman beside him.

"He can't speak - well, he can if he wants someone here to do something. He is a rare breed; Sirens. He can force anyone to do anything he wants if he gives them a command of some sort," she explains.

He nods as he looks at your shocked expression.

"Look at what you've done, Toge - she isn't talking at all, now," she said, annoyed.

He stares at her blankly, letting her know how he feels. She instantly glares at him and hits the back of his head.

Without him talking, he can actually converse with her, huh?

"Why are Siren's rare?"

"Oh! She speaks," she says, smirking.

"They're rare because they aren't meant to exist - at least not in this day and age. Sirens were either killed by Merfolk or killed by humans back when our existence was known to all. Both humans and merfolk didn't like the powers Sirens have, and decided to exterminate them before they could even try using their gifts."

She looks at Toge, examining his expression.

"He was born a Merman but became a Siren when he was young. His family threatened to kill him, so he ran away. We both were - what do you guys call it… Orphans? Yeah, orphans - until we met each other and we've been inseparable since."

"And what does this have to do with me?" You question.

"You, my dear human, are going to help us not die. Ironic, isn't it?

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Soon, both of them became an irreplaceable part of your mundane life. The soft hums of their breathing as they slept beside you in your bed are now forever embedded in your thoughts - so much so you can’t sleep without it. You couldn’t think of a life without their daily antics - how Toge would press on Maki’s cheeks with his chopsticks while waiting for you to serve them food, how Maki would fling herself onto you when she wanted your hugs, how they both would force you to sit down when they washed up after meals - every single thing they did made that much of a difference.

They gave you the will to live again; to live for them.

You felt a pat on your shoulder, slender fingers slowly pressing in the crook of your neck.

“Everything good, Toge?”

He nodded, yet his expression didn’t say the same.

You patted your lap, signalling him to lie down on it.

“You aren’t that heavy, Toge. Besides, most of the couch would be doing the heavy lifting,” you joked.

In an instant, the silent male pressed his head against your lap and raised your hand to his head of white hair. You smirked, understanding what he was asking of you.

"You're more of a dog than a fish person."

He closed his eyes as he focused on how your slender fingers played with the strands of his hair. Each thin line reminded you of how soft his hair was, and how lovely it looked under the Sun. It made you wonder how it would have looked under the ocean's blue hues. You imagined it would shine even brighter than it did right now - even more than it did under the Sun, even.

Your eyes then focused on his soft lips. It looked so beautiful it was a sin that it never let any words leave its lips - only small hums and yelps. It was the perfect shade of red to compliment his pale, milky white skin.

How was he supposed to be something sinister? He looked like an angel.

Even the small tattoos on his cheeks did nothing but make him cuter.

"I'm surprised you're falling so hard for a dude you met a few days ago, Y/N - never struck you as the 'hopelessly in love' type," snickered Maki.

You shot out of your trance, glaring at the Veridian-haired female.

"Maki, stop it."

"Damn, you aren't denying it. Toge got lucky, I guess."

She headed back to your room, a skip in her step evident.

Well, at least she knows.

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[whorefordazai]

taking care of a drunk s/o

pairings; dazai | chuuya | oda | atsushi x gn!reader

genre; fluff | wc; 1.9k

warnings; mentions of alcohol

notes; @hanazou requested — In remembrance to the chaotic episode of our friendship when you, @its-chuuya-bitch , and I were simultaneously not sober, I present myself bearing a humble request where Dazai, Chuuya, and Oda (bonus Atsushi if you desire such) takes care of a drunken s/o. go wild — these were strangely comforting to write since i have no company when i’m not sober🧍🏻‍♀️

dazai

he definitely drinks a lot. he’s just good at hiding it so people won’t worry. he usually doesn’t take care ?? of people ?? but for some reason, he’s getting a bit over protective of you and it’s baffling him but he’s ignoring it for now 💫

“daaZaiEeii, wHere aRe yoUu…” is all he manages to hear before he feels something soft slump against his back, making him blink in surprise. he soon realizes it’s you (which then he has to stifle a chuckle because your cheek is smushed up against his shoulder, empty cup hanging still off your hand).

“oh dear,” dazai mumbles, raising his brows. he bites his lips to stop a smile. he tries adjusting your arms to hang over his, slipping his hand around your waist. “how much did you drink?”

“not enough. need more.” your words are slurred, an obvious giggle escaping your throat as you try to shuffle out of his touch. but he’s quick to push you back into his arms. he shakes his head. “i don’t think so,” and quite literally says no 💗 to your face

first thing he does is gets you to lie down because that’s what a good boyfriend would do in any given situation, right? no. very much no. he just turns his back for a split second to get you a glass of water but you’ve got other plans. within minutes he’s faced with an empty bed where you’re not there. nervous panics >:0

“hey~where are you~please come out~i don’t bite~at least not this time~”

and then he hears it—from under the table, he can sense sounds of shuffling feet and muffled giggles. inching closer, he waits a moment before peaking down. met face to face with your eyes, he smiles. “caught you!”

you gasp. “caught me…!” you let out an excited squeal, scrambling to get away. but under the small table there’s isn’t much room to move around, so dazai ends up being pulled under with you. suddenly you’re pulled up against him, face buried in his neck. his lips part in shock. half his legs are dangling out from under the table (one might even mistake him for a dead body 🤔) but it’s okay because you’re falling asleep on his chest

“we can sleep under the table.” you mumble in a doze.

“but—”

“no buts. no objections. i like it here.”

a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. he pushes away bits of hair from your cheeks. “you’re going to complain about your ass hurting when you wake up.”

falling asleep together all wonky under the table, romantic i know. however, dazai is prepared to deal with you once you’ve woken up. he’s already got pain killers and a glass of water when you groan in pain. “what happened last night?” you mumble. his hands lightly massage your shoulders. “you were wasted, angel. it was pretty fun to watch~”

you flop back down in bed. bits and pieces from the night before are all coming back. you look at dazai. “my ass hurts.”

he stares back, a frown on his face. “my ass hurts too.”

chuuya

man if you’re getting drunk so is he 🤨 there are now two intoxicated fools instead of one. and you know what happens when two lovers drink together at once? a mess. that’s what happens.

let’s just pretend he isn’t as drunk as you are. (come to think of it, aku is probably the one who drags him home when he drinks to the point he can’t stand ಥ‿ಥ) so he probably isn’t sure how to take care of someone else when they’re the one who’s intoxicated.

“why are you falling on top of me?”

“you’re falling on top of me too!”

basically the both of you trying to balance on one another while stumbling home in a drunken mess. once you manage to get home, chuuya immediately flops onto bed with all his clothes still on. and so the only logical thing you can do is flop down right next to him.

“chuuya, did you know i love you a lot?”

he’s too out of it to give his usual response in denial. “what the hell? of course i know.”

“well did you know i like your clothing style a lot. and your hat. and your choker. and—”

“w-what’s with the sudden compliments?!” he jerks up, cocking a brow and cheeks dusted pink. you shrug, shuffling closer to his body. “idk i think it’s because i accidentally stained your white shirts with red wine hehe.”

he’s finally got a taste of his own medicine and he does not like it one bit ಠ_ಠ you’re both menaces when intoxicated.

“chuuya, give me a piggy back ride.”

“…but we’re literally in bed.”

“doesn’t matter??” you scoff, rolling him over on his stomach and climbing on top of his back. he is confused, appalled, turned on, and a bit angry. “I CANNOT BREATHE.” he groans out, waving his arms around with no luck. you, on the other hand, have made yourself comfortable on top of his back and have fallen asleep. good for you! good for you.

the both of you just end up falling asleep like that because chuuya’s too tired to move you off or do anything about it 🙏 he wakes up with major back pain tho

oda

i think he had to deal with a lot of “tipsy dazai” in the past, so he’s a bit experienced when it comes to taking care of someone when they’re drunk.

first thing he will do is inspect your ability to walk. can you walk? no? yes? doesn’t matter, he’ll carry you anyways. “up you go,” oda softly murmurs, hoisting you on his back, hooking his arms around your thighs as you bury your face in his shoulder. “mhm you smell good”

“but i smell like curry.”

“and i think that smells good. only on you though.”

he blinks at your odd compliment. he thinks you’re strange but nonetheless no one has ever said curry smells good on him so 💀

once he takes you home, he sees you flop down in bed and hide under one of his shirts much like a cat. he’s silently observing you from a distance, watching you aggressively shove your head in the material and roll around in it like it’s a blanket •3•

“here, uh…maybe this will be better?” he clears his throat, wrapping an actual blanket around your body like a burrito. you gasp. “BUT I WANT YOUR SHIRT,” which makes him blink in surprise. okay you’re getting the shirt back🧍🏻‍♀️

he’s a bit stunned at your current state because you’re constantly switching back and forth from “AHAHAHADJFG” to “life has no meaning. no purpose. the void is empty” while rolling around in your makeshift blanket burrito. he carefully sits by your side and lets your head fall to his chest. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, a content sigh leaves his lips. that is, until he feels you aggressively sniffing his shirt.

you squint at him. “you don’t smelly like curry anymore.” he blinks a few times. “because i changed my shirt…” you sniff him again, this time his neck and chest too. “i’m hungry. are you hungry? we should make some food, like, immediately. let’s go.” 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

why do you put him in these situations why are you like this🧍🏻‍♀️

he’s definitely not letting you touch the stove while you’re WASTED™️ so you just settle for marshmallows ?? he’s just going along with your drunk antics at this point so when you shoot out your grabby hands at him, he complies by lifting you up on the counter and shuffling between your knees.

“open your mouth.”

“why—” he is frightened you are frightening him

“just do it.” and so he does. you immediately shove two marshmallows in his mouth. he raises his brows, glancing at your concentrated face. about seven marshmallows later, he taps your cheek. “whai amh i beinh stuff wih marshmellohs”

you just cheekily grin and kiss his forehead. “no reason. i’m just taking a picture for research purposes.”

once you finally pass out on his shoulder, he carries you back to bed and tucks you in goodnight 😴 he’s exhausted, like his back fucking hurts tbh, but a small smile grows on his face when he looks around the messy room full of shirts, marshmallows, and random belongings you played with. you’ve made irreplaceable memories. but he’s the one who needs a drink now

atsushi

he can’t even take care of himself why would you do this to him 😔 but he is going to try his absolute best to take care of you no matter what. he feels like your life has been handed to him, your safety and well being determined by his skills, whether you live or not is up to him, it is a life or death situation and—

“muah~♡” suddenly broken from his trance, atsushi snaps his head towards you. his hand shoots up to his cheek, where you placed a sweet kiss. “what was that for?!” he reddens. you shake your head, as if it’s obvious. “you have kissable cheeks. and lips. and—”

“STOP—” he clamps your mouth shut before you can say anymore obscene things. he holds you upright with an arm around your waist while your head flops and sways in the crook of his neck. to say he’s nervous is an understatement but his determination is what keeps the both of you going all the way home. (with a lot of distractions though).

“maybe we should get you to bed—”

“no let me play with the building blocks.”

“those are pieces of sushi we were supposed to have for dinner T-T…”

hey—you’ve contaminated dinner but at least now you’ve accomplished making a sushi tower. atsushi doesn’t want to endorse this behavior but he’s kind of in awe so he quickly snaps a few pictures and scurries away pretending he didn’t do shit 🤫

“sit down.” you command, pointing to the space in front of you. atsushi squints at you, suspicion in him growing the more he looks at your smiling face. “why…” but he’s learned that you probably won’t answer his question so he just obeys

next thing he knows, he has multiply braids and pigtails in his hair🧍🏻‍♀️

“WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BANGS 😱”

“i made you look so pretty didn’t i (▰˘◡˘▰)”

he looks in the mirror, horrified. and he’s horrified because it doesn’t look half bad which is concerning him because why are you even more talented when you’re drunk help

“such a pretty boy. so cute you’re so beautiful.” you smile, squishing both his cheeks and booping his nose. “stawph…” he is hating it but loving every second of it he’ll never forget any of this it’s permanently burned in his mind 🏃🏻‍♀️

once he’s finally gotten the both of you in bed and the lights off, he lets out a breath of relief. he’s so glad he got you home safe, gave you meds, kept you hydrated and comfy, and made it out alive himself. just when he’s about to doze off to sleep, a voice (that’s creepily close to his ear) wakes him up. he shoots his eyes open to the familiar tone.

“i live in your walls, atsushi~ ♡” ◕ ◡ ◕

“i thought you were asleep, y/n T-T” he’s sobbing.

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[sourstars]

— [2:36AM] : miya atsumu

“One more song!”

Atsumu was a bad dancer.

He had little to no coordination, but you knew his heart was in it with how wide his smile was, so you couldn’t really hold that against him. He’s always been the one to make you experience life instead of letting you watch it pass by, so tonight, in the middle of the night, as he dances to the song blasting through your speakers, you had to commend him — his energy was boundless.

“Atsumu!” you yawned, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. “We have to go to be— Atsumu!”

I’m still young, wasting my youth.

You yelp as he pulls you up from the floor quickly, his hands warm against yours while he tugs you forward to keep up with his pace, bellowing laughter leaving him while he struggles to belt out the lyrics.

I’ll grow up next summer.

“Just dance with me,” he says beneath the music, and for a moment he stops, feet no longer moving and chest heaving, eyes wide and shining.

The longer you look at him, the more you realize his heart is exposed to you and finally, behind his messy hair and the twitch in his smile, you see it; the humming of a melody not yet shown to the world — the secret message of you are my favorite song in the whole wild world and suddenly, everything else can wait.

I’ll grow up...

“Dance with me,” his hand creeps up to cradle your face, eyes darting between yours and your lips, and for a moment when you think your heart will pop, he speaks again. “Just for one more song.”

I’m wasted and I’m not gettin’ younger.

And when you find yourself nodding, lips settling into your own grin, you swear you’ve never felt this way before — you’ve never felt like everything outside of this room didn’t matter, like life was the one waiting for you to slow down this time, and if you had to describe it in any way you could, it felt like suddenly all of the things you were looking for had begun to find you.

You lightly punch his chest, “Alright, just one.”

“One,” he muses, knitting your fingers together,  “Is all I need. C’mon, let’s wake up the whole world,”

I promise I’ll grow up next summer.

Atsumu is a bad dancer, but maybe that’s why you like him, because whatever he takes on, he does it with his whole heart, and how lucky you are to know someone who teaches you to just live.

navi / masterlist

suggested listening: drunk face by mgk

a.n: fresh off of my break, thought i’d surprised y’all w some atsumu while i get to finishing the last remaining reqs! <3 // also @bleedinqhearts i wrote this bc i literally thought of you LMFAO (edit: i know i blabbed to you ab it already fjsndk i got excited lolol)

wc: 0.4k

p: Miya Atsumu x gn!reader

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[kobunnie]

using a pickup line on them

ft. megumi + itadori + sukuna + gojo + inumaki + nanami

⤻ summary ; using a pick up line on your boyfriend

⤻ genre ; fluff

⤻ cw ; cursing

⤻ pronouns ; none mentioned

[mimi-cee-hq]

Not So Ridiculous - Sakusa x f!reader

Summary:

When Sakusa comes back to visit his parents for a weekend to surprise his beloved mom for her birthday, he freezes, seeing you in his old room. You were an exchange student. He missed the memo.

A cute and wholesome one-shot about how Sakusa got a crush on you.

Pairing: Sakusa x f!reader

Genre, etc.: fluff, exchange student, sort of domestic fluff lol, soft Sakusa, family

Warning: none

Author's notes: Taking a break from writing A Glimpse of Yellow. When I first thought of this idea, I was going to make it funny and awkward, but I liked this take on it better.

Words: 1.5k

*****

Sakusa unlocked the door to his parents' apartment, exhausted from the crowded commute back to Tokyo. It was quiet.

He slipped off his duffle bags and took off his shoes. After removing his mask, he scrunched his brows. There was a sweet yet unfamiliar smell. Perhaps Mom was given a new perfume. Sakusa looked around the living room and peeked into the kitchen.

Mom must be out.

Her birthday was yesterday but Sakusa wasn't free until the weekend. He had wanted to come visit, especially since his father had been scheduled to do some flights over these few days. Mom was used to it, being married to him all these years.

Sakusa wished someone would be there for her when his dad wasn't around.

With his eyes on his phone, he walked to his bedroom. The last time he was here it was still filled with clothes he didn't wear anymore, stacks of notes from college, and a few things his siblings had left behind.

He held the phone to his ear, hearing it ring, waiting for his mom to pick up. He should tell her he's here.

Sakusa opened the door to his bedroom.

He almost dropped his phone.

You laid on your stomach, sprawled on his bed which was now decorated with bright linens. Wearing headphones, you nodded your head to the music with your laptop out, typing away at whatever it was you were working on.

When you finally looked up and saw him, not hearing him enter, you quickly sat up straight on his bed.

"Hello?" Sakusa's mom answered the line.

After squinting your eyes, studying Sakusa's face, you gasped. You exclaimed with a wide smile, "Oh! You must be Ki–" You covered your mouth. "Should I be calling you Sakusa-san too?" you said. Your pronunciation revealed you recently learned Japanese.

"Mom, who's this girl in my room?" Sakusa asked as he looked down at you, eyebrow twitching.

"You mean Y/n?" she replied from the other end of the phone. "I thought I told you about her."

Sakusa lowered his phone, checking that he did indeed miss a message from Mom weeks ago.

Your college had an exchange program with the University of Tokyo. Unfortunately, the plans for your original host family fell through and his mom had learned about your situation from the gossiping neighbours on their floor. Being the sweet woman she was, she wanted to help you as much as she could. Sakusa's father was hesitant at first, but after she persuaded him, he took the necessary precautions to make sure everything went smoothly.

Everything except their son coming home.

"Mom, where are you?" he said in a low voice.

"I'm at the grocery store," she replied. Sakusa could hear the beeps from the item scanner through the phone. "I'll be there soon."

Sakusa bit the bottom of his lip. He wanted to kick you out.

You didn't let him.

He found himself sitting at the kitchen table, watching you grabbing a bowl and chopsticks, setting them in front of him. You mumbled a few things to yourself, counting with your fingers as you organized your thoughts.

"The oldest liked shrimp tempura I think," you muttered to yourself. "The daughter liked miso soup… Oh!" You grabbed a container from one of the upper kitchen cabinets, opening the lid and placing it in front of him. "You liked umeboshi, right?" you asked with a huge grin on your face.

Sakusa could only nod, caught too off guard to say anything else as you hurried away to wash the dishes.

There was a click from the front door. Mom pulled in a cart of groceries.

"I'm so sorry Kiyoomi!" his mom told him. "I would have prepared if I knew you were coming!"

"It wouldn't be a surprise then Mom," he muttered, hands in pockets and slouched in his seat, before giving her a gentle smile.

Sakusa started to get up from his seat, but you beat him to it.

"Here! I can do it," you told her, your eyes forming into crescents, moving the bags of food onto the kitchen counter. You placed the box of tea bags in the cabinet to the right of the fridge before putting the milk away. After the rest of the food was organized into their place, you even changed their water filter with a new one.

Sakusa couldn't help but stare at how comfortable you felt in his parents' home as if it were your own.

"I'll go clean up my –I mean– Sakusa-san's room and take out all of my stuff," you said, already heading down the hallway. "I can also sleep on the couch tonight."

"Are you sure?" Mom called after you as you entered his room.

"Of course! I wouldn't want your son to feel uncomfortable in his own home," you told her, popping your head back into the hallway. "Besides, I sleep on my friends' couches all the time when I visit them."

Sakusa bit his lip. Surely there was some other solution. But before he could think of anything, you were already making your way back to the living room with a backpack and a couple of duffle bags on hand. Then you rushed back to get your laptop and pack the rest of your clothes into your suitcase.

He resigned into a sigh. You had already made up your mind. He scratched his head, thinking that he should be taking care of his body anyway. Sleeping in his own bed would help. However, when he looked into his room, knowing that a stranger had been using it, he did not want to sleep in there right now.

You grabbed the vacuum and a mask, fixing your hair and headed into his room, ready to clean. Sakusa's lips had a slight uptick in the corners before putting on his own mask and gloves. As he helped you wipe down the furniture while you vacuumed the floors, he snuck a glance at you every so often.

When Mom came into the room, Sakusa stood up a little straighter, shifting his eyes away from you. However, his mom went straight for his bed to pull off the blanket and bed sheets.

"No, let us do it!" you insisted, moving your way to the bed.

"Oh it's alright," she told you, gently using her arm to block you from getting to the sheets. "Let me do this for my son. I don't do as much for him now that he's all grown up."

"But he's here for your birthday."

"Oh that's alright. I am also quite happy to do this for him," she said smiling at you.

Normally Sakusa would allow his mom to have her way with these things. She could be fairly persistent at times.

”How about this?" You rubbed your chin. "You can pick out a drama we can watch together and prepare some snacks for us. How does that sound? Hm?"

Sakusa saw a glint in his mother's eye. She shook her finger at you, knowing you were trying to stop her from doing any more work. "Only one episode," she reasoned. "You still need to study."

You grinned and went back to the bed sheets, helping Sakusa remove them before placing them in a basket. He started to carry the laundry basket out of his room, but he paused after taking a step towards the door. He'd have to use the elevator again. He groaned. The stairs weren't much better.

You tapped Sakusa's shoulder. "Would you like me to bring it down to the laundry room?"

Sakusa blinked a few times, cheeks slightly red, before handing you the laundry basket. You took the access card from the shelf in the hallway and placed it into your pocket. "I'll be right back."

A while later, Sakusa opened the bathroom door with his mouth still tasting like a bit of mint. He saw you huddled beside his mom on the couch, munching on some sliced apples and crackers while watching the TV screen.

While leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, a smile formed on his lips. You glanced at him; his eyes grew then blinked a couple of times. Sakusa cleared his throat when you raised your eyebrow at him before heading back to his room.

Relaxing his shoulders, Sakusa eased onto his bed. His room was set back to how he had left it. The bed sheets were now in his favorite navy plaid, the pillow fitted with a matching colour. He brought that pillow on all of his travels with his rambunctious teammates.

For some odd reason, his mind went back to something Bokuto had said, something he thought was ridiculous.

"When I first met her, I knew I had to marry her!"

Sakusa covered his face with both palms before finally leaning back and falling onto his bed. He let out a prolonged sigh, not knowing where it came from.

Bokuto's words suddenly didn't seem so ridiculous anymore.

I hope you enjoyed it. I don't know if you caught the little headcanons that showed that Sakusa got certain parts of his personality from his parents.

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Edit: I wrote a part two.

I kind of used a friend who went on exchange to Singapore as reference. lol. Her host family treated her like family. :)

I had some other ideas for this story but didn't get the inspiration to fully flesh them out and polish them. So this is it for now since I'm currently concentrating on my chaptered fic, A Glimpse of Yellow (Suna x f!reader)

Here's a Google form for my taglist if anyone is interested. You can also send me an ask. :)

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〔 🍃 〕 nightmares ⊹

𖧷 - bakugou, shoto, izuku x gn!r

𖧷 - scenarios; comfort/ reader is panicked in bakugou's, mention of drinks in shoto' & izuku's, cursing in bakugou's, not proofread

𖧷 - wc. 2104

𖧷 - an. dunno what to say here besides i hope these dont flop bc theyre longer 😵‍💫 edit: why was shinsous name up there? that is a mystery to me i dont even remember putting that there LMFAO

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bakugou

"y/n, you gotta breathe, alright? just breathe." katsuki sits next to you on the floor of your dorm room, panicked and confused as you hyperventilate beside him; cheeks wet, hand clutching at your chest as you yell out "just make it stop, please just make it stop." "make what stop? i can't help if you're panicking like this, y/n." his voice seems to snap you out of your trance, though you're breathing has not seemed to settle. "katsuki?" "it's me, just take a breath alright?" you nod and he counts up from one to three before taking a deep breath with you, counting five and exhaling. he repeats this process with you until you've calmed down enough to breathe on your own. hesitantly, he scoots closer to you, not wanting to invade your space however, you don't seem to mind seeing as you embrace him as soon as he's close enough to reach. "you scared the hell out of me, idiot." he mumbles, arms wrapping around you firmly. "i-i'm sorry." your voice is muffled from the hoodie he wears, and he rolls his eyes as you repeat yourself. "don't apologize, it's not your fault."

the nightmares were reoccurring, obviously affecting your sleep, which was why bakugou had been staying the night in your dorm in the first place, hoping his presence would give you the comfort if a full nights rest though apparently it wasn't working well. he glances up at the clock on your bedside table, and the red, glowing numbers reading 3:26AM, any other time he'd find it annoying that he was awoken so late in the night but alas this situation was different. "do you wanna talk about it?" maybe the question was dumb, who would want to talk about something that had made you so terrified in the first place, but to his surprise you nod your head yes and tell him about the dream you'd experienced through tears and a few breaks when he'd notice you were getting overwhelmed.

"that's shitty huh?" is katsuki's response when you finish makes you laugh despite the stray tears still running down your cheeks, no doubt his sweatshirt was soaked at the shoulder and you suddenly feel guilty. "i'm sorry for waking you up, and worrying you- god i should've known this wasn't gonna work, i-" "hey, it was worth a shot right? no harm done so no need to apologize, got it?" your silence slightly annoys him, "say you got it." "okay, i got it." "good, now do you wanna go back to sleep? or we can do something else until you feel like it? it's whatever you wanna do." he finally pulls away from the hug you two had been in for so long and sits criss cross, leaning back on his hands. "maybe... you just go back to your dorm, i don't wanna keep you up any later." very unsatisfied with your response, he rolls his eyes, "don't give me that bull, y/n, i'm fine with staying up with you. and besides, how am i supposed to get a good nights sleep knowing you're in here scared and alone?" "--" "so why don't we watch a movie huh? that'll probably make you sleepy." you nod, "kay, go get comfy and i'll put on your favorite."

deciding not to argue, you crawl under your comforter and watch as katsuki searches for the movie, finally finding it at the very bottom of the stack. "finally, damn. when was the last time you organized these?" "like three weeks ago?" "more like three decades...." he puts in the movie, returning to you shortly after, "scoot." you make room for him to squeeze in behind you and he crawls under the blanket with you, immediately throwing his arm over your side and pulling you into his chest. surprisingly, it doesn't take long for you to fall back asleep tonight thanks to the safe feeling of bakugou's warm embrace and the shapes he draws with his finger on the skin of your hip. his slumber falls not too long after yours when he realizes you've fallen asleep, not before telling you he loves you first though.

todoroki

obviously, todoroki is annoyed. sleeping one minute, awake the next at the cause of light taps on his door, the clock on his walk reading 2:55 AM as he rolls out of bed, trudging to his door. " it's almost three why are you-" all his annoyance is thrown out the window when he sees you standing there, blanket wrapped around your body, cheeks wet and puffy from crying. he pulls you through the door gently by your blanket, closing the door gently behind you before letting his hand cup your cheek to wipe away a few stray tears. the deja vu he gets from this moment takes him aback and he realizes it's been a few months since you've come knocking on his door like this so late at night. "nightmares again, huh?" he frowns as you nod, "had one last night too, but it wasn't this bad, this one felt..." you trail off "you don't have to talk about it, best we just forget, hm? can i make you some tea?" "but sho, it's three am." "i'll be quiet." "can i come with you?" your fingers toy with the blanket as you ask, "of course."

when you arrive, the kitchen is dark, the moonlight barely illuminating the room, "sit." shoto whispers, pulling out a chair for you, "thank you." you whisper back, sitting down as he kisses your temple before walking away to start on your tea. silence fills the room aside from the boiling of water and clinks of dishes together, it's a comfortable silence though, his presence calms you and he's grateful that you've relaxed now. "it's hot." he says, placing the cup of tea in front of you from the other side of the counter. "thank you, shoto." he leans on the counter, holding himself up with his elbows, his chin resting in his palm as you drink, not even noticing his eyes beginning to droop until he jolts awake, "you can go back to bed if you want, i'm almost done." you say, reaching to comb your fingers through his messy hair, "no, i'm fine, i wanna wait for you." he sits up straight in order to stay awake, rubbing his eyes a few times.

todoroki washes your cup when you're finished, along with the other dishes he used and leaves them out to dry and leads you back up the stairs, and down the hall back to his dorm. "do you think you can sleep now? if not, we can do something else, just let me know." sleepiness is obvious in his voice has he shuts the door behind himself, "i'll be fine to stay awake by myself, i'll just go back to my door sho." "i can read to you? i know you like that." he ignores your previous statement, and you know he's too stubborn to argue with over something like this. "okay." "you can choose one." he motions toward his bookshelf, urging you to pick out a book, "is this one okay?" you hold out a book and he grabs it, "this one..." he reads the title and shrugs, "not my personal favorite but if this is the one you want to listen to, tonight it will be." he gets under the blanket on his bed, holding it open for you to crawl under, the blanket that's been wrapped around you this whole time is tossed at the foot of the bed as you settle into his arms, cheek pressed against his chest. "are you ready?" "mhm."

you fall asleep somewhere around chapter 15, which todoroki can help but be thankful for because he's not sure if he can keep his eyes open any longer at this point. he sighs, carefully reaching over to set the book on his nightstand and to turn off the lamp, trying his best not to wake you. unfortunately, the movement disturbs you and you mutter something incoherent. he shushes you, hand rubbing circles on your back, putting you back to sleep relative easily. he closed his eyes but waits a while before letting himself fall asleep, incase you wake up or have another dream. but when he just can't stay awake any longer, he lets himself drift off, his arms wrapped around you securely, fingers still subconsciously drawing circles under your shirt on the skin of your back.

izuku

izuku definitely wasn't asleep when you'd texted him. instead, he was cramming for an upcoming exam he was stressing over, yet could not concentrate for the life of him because of an odd feeling in his stomach. at first he'd chosen to ignore the vibrations coming from his phone on the other side of his desk, assuming it was random notifications from social media or an app he had but as it buzzed for the fourth time he thought something seemed off. he regrets ignoring his phone as he sees four text messages from you.

'izu, are you still awake?'

'i had another nightmare.'

'can you come over? i'm too scared to leave my bed.'

'never mind, i think you're sleeping. good night.'

midoriya swears he's never unlocked his phone so fast in his life, quickly texting back an, 'i'm on my way, angel.' before quickly throwing a hoodie on and quietly exiting his dorm room, heading down the hall where yours was. he knocks on the door three times before turning the door handle, usually, he'd wait for your okay to come in but he figures this time he shouldn't wait too long. "i'm sorry i didn't answer right away." is the first thing he says as he shuts your door, though when he finally gets a good look at you he feels absolutely horrible, you look terrified; cheeks swollen and wet from crying so much, clutching onto a stuffed animal he'd gotten you a while back, knees pulled up to your chest and shoulders shaking, it breaks his heart. "oh no... hey, hey, it's alright, it's just me." he smiles softly while walking towards you, hoping to provide some sort of comfort, though it doesn't seem to work since he sees another tear slide down your cheek.

carefully, izuku sits in front of you on your bed, keeping enough distance so you don't feel too crowded, "hey, i'm sorry it took me so long." his voice is gentle as always, "can i touch you? it's okay to say no." you nod your head 'yes' though, and almost immediately his hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you closer, kissing your forehead ever so gently. "i'm sorry for responding so late, i was still studying and was trying to ignore my phone." he repeats himself for the third time, "it's okay, izu." he frowns at how hoarse your voice is, no doubt you'd been crying for a while now. "do you want some water or something? i can go down stairs and get you something." "no! please don't leave, you just got here and i don't wanna be alone." you grab ahold of his arm, hoping it'll keep him here with you, "i wasn't gonna leave unless you wanted something, don't worry, i'm not going anywhere. how about we just lay down, hm? calm your nerves a bit?" you nod, and he moves next you, leaning back against your headboard.

izuku lets you lay how you want, draping his arm over your waist so he can pull you closer, "would you like to talk about it?" "not right now." "okay, is there anything you'd like me to talk about?" "anything is fine." you scoot closer so you can rest your head on his chest while he talks, "hmm, alright then." he proceeds to tell you about his day from start to now, not leaving out a single detail. he tells you what he had for breakfast, what happened while he was patrolling with mirio, how mean bakugou was being to him during training earlier that day, how he had a feeling something was wrong earlier because he just couldn't concentrate on what he was studying, and everything in between. all the while he draws shapes on your skin with his finger. he continues talking even after you've fallen back asleep, getting things off his mind, ranting, just whatever until he himself feels tired enough to sleep. he kisses your temple and whispers an "i love you." before closing his eyes and drifting off.

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