#ayame x y/n

[badchatgptfics]

Shigure Sohma x Ayame Sohma x Hatori Sohma x Reader - Equal Chances

Prompt Given - Write me a fanfic in which Y/N goes to highschool with Hatori, Ayame, and Shigure Sohma. They're all very close friends, and the Sohma boys are all trying to win Y/N's affection. One day each of the boys goes all out flirting with Y/N, leaving Y/N to choose between them. Make the fic open ended so the reader can choose who Y/N decides to be with

Fic Generated -

As Y/N walked into the familiar halls of Kaibara High School, they couldn't help but smile at the sight of their close friends Hatori, Ayame, and Shigure Sohma. The four of them had been inseparable since they were kids, and their bond had only grown stronger as they navigated the challenges of high school together.

On a sunny afternoon, Y/N found themselves surrounded by the three Sohma boys, each one seemingly vying for their attention. Hatori, the stoic and caring type, approached first with a gentle smile.

"Y/N, there's something I'd like to talk to you about," he said softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "I've admired your kindness and compassion for a long time. You bring a sense of peace to my life, and I'd be honored if you'd consider being more than just friends."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Hatori's sincerity, feeling a warmth blossoming within them. Before they could respond, Ayame swooped in, his flamboyant charm on full display.

"Darling Y/N, my heart flutters in your presence," Ayame declared dramatically, a playful glint in his eyes. "You are a radiant star in my life, and I believe we'd make the most dazzling couple."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at Ayame's theatrics, their heart torn between the sweet sincerity of Hatori and the captivating charm of Ayame. But before they could decide, Shigure stepped forward with his signature grin.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Shigure teased, leaning in slightly. "Y/N, you have this uncanny ability to keep me on my toes, and I must say, it's quite thrilling. I wonder, would you be interested in embarking on an adventure with me?"

Y/N's heart swayed once again, Shigure's adventurous spirit proving to be just as captivating as Hatori's care and Ayame's charisma. They found themselves in a delightful predicament, torn between the affectionate hearts of their three friends.

In the following days, Y/N spent time with each of the Sohma boys, each encounter leaving them with fond memories and moments they cherished. Hatori's quiet reassurance, Ayame's exuberant flair, and Shigure's playful banter all held a special place in Y/N's heart.

As their feelings grew deeper, Y/N found themselves in a difficult position. How could they possibly choose between three such wonderful individuals, each offering something unique and precious?

In the end, Y/N decided to take their time, savoring the moments shared with Hatori, Ayame, and Shigure. They valued their friendship with each of them, and they didn't want to rush into a decision that might change the dynamics of their group.

So, they continued to explore their feelings, knowing that when the time was right, their heart would lead them to the person who would become more than just a friend. Until then, they cherished the love and affection that surrounded them, knowing that their bond would always endure, no matter what path they chose.

And as the days turned into weeks, the story of Y/N and the Sohma boys remained open-ended, allowing the reader to imagine a future full of love and happiness, no matter who Y/N ultimately chose to be with.

[yumenoberu]

Baby Steps

Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader (kind of Gen)

summary: Middle school 3rd year Kyoya Ootori lives through another mundane day. Bored from the dull lectures, he distracts himself, scanning the classroom and sees Y/n. Compelled by the elegant scene he is witnessing, he picks up his pen and starts sketching. Could it be that our young Shadow King is displaying an innocent act of fascination, with maybe even a twinge of affection for the girl?

word count: 1.8k words

warnings: none!!

published: 10/20/24

author’s note: I liked the idea of exploring the version of Kyoya that was more expressive because he was just developing back in middle school. Also always wanted to see the artistic side of him depicted more, cuz even if we don’t see it besides his solo episode, it exists! Anyways, this one is more of a gen fic rather than a romantic one but I’m sure you can see it can lead to something much more, it’s cute!! Hope this one brings a smile to your face like it did for me ☺️

The clock tower chimed, signaling the next set of classes after the lunch break. The students of Ouran Middle School’s 3rd year Class A break up their fleeting conversations and file back to their assigned seats, each readying themselves to endure another few grueling hours of class discussions and worksheet completion.

The day had been relatively mundane for Kyoya, aside from the occasional disruption of his peace by none other than his lovable moron of a best friend, Tamaki, there was nothing in his day that particularly stood out to him. The topics tackled during class, he understood right away, he had no homework or projects that had to be done, and so the only thing that was worth looking forward to was… Well, if he thought about it, he wouldn’t come up with anything.

Suffice to say, Kyoya was bored.

“Ms. Jounoichi, kindly read the 3rd paragraph out for us.” The teacher in front instructed.

“Yes, Sir.” Ayame swiftly replied as she stood from her seat and recited the passage from her textbook.

Out of sheer disinterest from the topic, Kyoya passively listened and let the other half of his mind ponder on any vanishing thought.

His eyes traveled from across the room aimlessly, mindlessly looking for something to distract him from his boredom. His gaze eventually landed on the window on the other side of the room and onto Y/n L/n’s desk.

Kyoya was never close to Y/n. Even though they’ve been classmates since he’d first attended Ouran Academy, both of them had always been reserved and quiet, and so neither of them had made efforts to get acquainted with the other.

It remained that way until their dynamic drastically shifted that very year when Tamaki waltzed into their lives.

The guy seemed to behold a certain power to connect with even the most difficult people. Kyoya could attest to this, as he himself was brought out by the bubbling blonde. Y/n was similarly reached out by Tamaki and soon enough, the trio formed an iconic friendship.

But even when that was the case, Kyoya and Y/n were still closed off from each other. Tamaki was clearly the only common ground between them.

Kyoya was comfortable with the arrangement. Though, he knew that Y/n was starting to make moves to genuinely befriend him; He wasn't ready to break down his walls to a friend of a friend just yet, nor was he willing to acknowledge that it was his own stubbornness that’s causing this strain.

His thoughts simmered down, focusing instead on observing her. He noticed she looked identically disinterested, judging by how she silently tapped her fingers against her blank notebook, as she drew out shallow breaths and watched the front with glossed eyes.

She was sitting perfectly still, so much so that one can even mistake the scene he was witnessing with a framed image.

As Kyoya continued, he paid attention to how perfectly the lighting from the window next to her illuminated her features.

The afternoon sun shone on her like a spotlight. From her side profile, the light that bounced off of her hair almost formed a halo over the crown of her head. Her eyes radiated, its color brightened by the day. Her nose, casted a tiny shadow over the side accentuating the contour of her cheeks. Her lips, charmingly pinkish and rounded. Stray hairs peeking from the sides of her head glinted like mirrors, perfectly framing her delicate face.

He wasn’t going to admit it to himself, but it was indeed a stunning sight.

Turning back to his own desk, Kyoya casually picks up his neglected pen and his unused notebook, bringing the stationary up closer to his chest, turning back to Y/n’s direction and begins sketching.

The nib of the pen gently glides across the smooth surface of the paper, creating thin lines that comprise the outline of his drawing. His eyes slowly switch between the notebook and the subject, carefully examining and then applying, repeating this process a number of times in an attempt to capture the scene with flawless accuracy.

He continues on for the remainder of the class. Jotting down all the little details with intention, his mind completely detached from the lecture. He was focused, dedicated to completing his render.

Eventually the end of the day approaches, their last class concludes, they bid their teacher farewell, and the class is dismissed.

Kyoya peeks at the portrait of Y/n he made for a final time before packing his belongings. He reaches for his school bag and grabs his notebook to shut it closed but then it’s unexpectedly pulled out of his hands.

Surprised, he looks to his right, looking up at the culprit and sees Tamaki.

“Tamaki. What are you-“ Kyoya starts, questioning him for his actions but is cut off.

“I didn’t know you could draw so we’ll…” Tamaki admires the drawing, voiced uncharacteristically hushed in his awe.

“Hey Y/n!” Before Kyoya could explain, Tamaki skips happily toward his other best friend on the other side of the room while flailing the notebook in the air.

At this point, Kyoya knew it was best to not interfere with the blonde’s antics, knowing he’ll just be putting himself in an even more troublesome spot if he showed any apprehensiveness toward the situation. Even so, he can’t help but feel flustered and irritated. He could do nothing now but stay silent, gauge her reaction, and come up with a logical explanation for his actions—as he himself couldn’t pin down what exactly compelled him to draw her.

“Y/n!!”

Y/n placed her pencil case back on her desk, turning to the voice that called out her name.

It was Tamaki of course. She grinned immediately as she saw him enthusiastically skipping his way over, waving a pocket-sized notebook over his head.

“Tamaki,” She fondly greeted him. She gives him a questioning look afterward, prompting him to say whatever he needed to.

“Look at this, is it just wonderful?” He handed the aforementioned notebook to her, helping her flip through the pages to find what exactly he wanted to show her.

“What is it, Tamaki?” She inquired while he frantically flipped through the pages.

“Hold on a second,” He scrunched his face in determination, “Ah! Here! Take a look.”

Y/n eyes fall onto her sketched portrait, lightly touching over the lines and examining the little details as her eyes widen, mouth opens, and cheeks flush in admiration.

Tamaki smiles at her reaction, throwing in a little complement at how cute he finds it.

“So, what do you think?” He beams and fixes his position, moving from her right side and stands behind her, propping his hands on her shoulder, leaning forward, and placing his chin on her head to get a good look at it too.

“It’s stunning, Tamaki… Did you make this?” She peers up, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

“Not me, Kyoya did!” Tamaki gives her a cheerful smile, letting her turn to Kyoya’s direction to call him over, only for them to see that the raven was already making his way over to them.

“Kyoya!” Tamaki jumps and brings his friend into a hearty embrace, earning an irritated glare and sigh of annoyance from him.

Tamaki backs away slightly and pouts and whines about his mon ami’s reaction.

Y/n looks up from the notebook and looks at Kyoya in a mix of confusion, surprise, and gratitude.

Trying his hardest to restrain the growing warmth traveling up his cheeks from the unexpected, positive reception of his work and initial embarrassment that came with it. Kyoya breaks the silence,

“I noticed you were sitting perfectly still for a while, and so I thought it would make a fine artwork.” Replying in a nonchalant manner, saying it as if he didn’t just indirectly compliment her.

“O-Oh..! Thank you, Ootori…” Y/n replies after a few awkward moments.

“It’s nothing to feel gratitude for, I was simply keeping myself occupied while the lecture went on.” He added cooly, pushing up his glasses trying to sound as convincing as he could.

He brings a hand up to take back his notebook wishing to make a quick escape but before he could reach it, but Y/n pulls it out of his reach. Startled by the sudden movement, he shoots her a questioning look.

“Wait!” She hesitates, “Is it alright if I take a picture of it? It’s masterful, I really like it.” She smiles sheepishly.

Even more baffled from her response, he says nothing for a few seconds, processing it all.

“Don’t bother, you can keep it…” He follows with a hushed voice.

She’s visibly taken aback by what he says but smiles at him nonetheless, joyfully thanking him as she proceeds to rip the page from the notebook, storing it between the pages of her own, and hands his notebook back.

“How generous of you, my friend!” Tamaki latches onto Kyoya again, throwing an arm around his shoulders and sways him from side to side.

“You don’t need to mention it,” He replies quietly, looking at the ground, lightly shoving Tamaki off of him and strolls out of the scene.

Y/n and Tamaki watch as he packs up and leaves, waving him goodbye as he exits the classroom, finally making his escape.

Unknown to the two, Kyoya was trying his best not to show the blush he knew was forming on his cheeks. He was nitpicking every word he exchanged with her just moments before, unbearably embarrassed and conflicted about his flusteredness, being equally confused about his own reaction.

He sighs to himself and shakes his head in exasperation, speed walking out of the building.

Back in the classroom, Tamaki and Y/n silently stared at the door he exited from.

“I never thought he would—“ Y/n started,

“Kyoya shows his care in his own way. He may not be the most expressive person in the world but he can be the most caring when he tries. Even if he doesn’t always outwardly show it.” Tamaki asserts, eyes still trained on the doorway where Kyoya left. Y/n surveys him, staying silent.

“This just proves that he does care about you, otherwise he wouldn’t spend his time working on that drawing of yours, would he? You have nothing to worry about my dear, just give him some time and he’ll open up to you eventually,” Tamaki smiles affectionately at her, patting her head and then her shoulders.

“Just have to be patient with him,” With that he leaves to retrieve his own things, waiting by the doorway to walk her out of class.

“You’re right…” Y/n huffs, as they stroll out the doorway.

“He’s quite difficult isn’t he, Tamaki.” She sighs, relaxing as she recalls Tamaki’s words.

‘It may not seem like much, but it’s a good start.’

She smiles and blushes ever so slightly at her thought, walking with a hop in her step as she and Tamaki leave the school building, content with the developments of the day.

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Hello!!! Would it be possible to write for hatori sohma from fruit basket childhood friend to lover with a some angst and fruff at the end of

Thank you😊

aww okay we NEED to do this 🥹

Hatori Sohma realizing you're more than a friend to him

Pairing: Hitori x reader

Word Count: 3,5k

Synopsis: You were around since he can remember. You, the only sunshine in his life, that woman he never gets tired of looking at. It takes Hitori too long to finally confess his feelings to himself. And then he's about to ruin everything...

Warnings: hurt to comfort, friends to lovers, this is sooo fluffy hehe

Hatori Sohma is not a man who easily surrenders to the urges of emotion. The weight of his family’s curse, the pain of his own heartache, and the gravity of his responsibilities have forged him into a man who exists with quiet detachment in the shadows since that one fateful day. And yet, as you sit across from him at Shigure’s dinner table, laughing softly at one of Shigure’s ridiculous remarks, Hatori finds himself lost in thoughts he was never prepared to face.

You’ve been his friend for years - a steady presence in his life, like the moon hanging quietly in the night sky whenever he needs it. While others come and go, bringing chaos and change, you’ve always been there, offering your unwavering kindness and support. A warmth he has leaned on more times than he’d care to admit.

Still, he didn’t even dare to think about you as someone other than a friend. He’s always been careful to sort his feelings when it came to you, forcefully avoiding that little skip of his heart whenever he saw you.

Especially after Kana. Loving her, only to have the curse of the Sohma family destroy what both could have been, left scars he’s not sure will ever fully heal. He buried those wounds deep, vowing not to allow himself the vulnerability of love again. Not when it always means agony. Not when he’ll never live a normal life like all those other men walking around the world.

But lately, his heart has been betraying him, and today, watching Shigure lean a little too close to you while you laugh, it stings in a way he doesn’t know how to rationalize.

Earlier in the day, it was Ayame who started to chip away at the walls Hatori keeps so carefully constructed.

“I must say, Haa-san,” Ayame had declared, lounging dramatically on one of Shigure’s couches, “it’s almost tragic how blind you are to your own emotions.”

Hatori sighed, pushing up his glasses. He had little patience for Ayame’s theatrics at the best of times, and today was no exception. Why again this talk?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ah, denial,” Ayame said with a flourish, “the first stage of awakening!”

Shigure, who had been scribbling something in a notebook, looked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What Ayame means, Haa-san, is that you’re rather obvious when it comes to a certain someone.”

Hatori froze in place. Shigure and Ayame exchanged a knowing glance that made his stomach twist. Were they talking about…you?  

“If you’re going to make a point, do it quickly,” he remarked, his tone colder than he intended.

Ayame smirked, unbothered by the sudden change of tone. Even though he’s so convinced no one knows, everyone saw the way Hatori looked at you earlier with that slight smile forming on his lips. Every one knows about that picture of you he keeps well hidden in his purse.

“The point, dear Haa-san, is that your little friend has managed to do something extraordinary.”

“And what’s that?” Hatori inquired, already regretting engaging in the conversation.

“She’s gotten under your skin. (y/n), I mean”, Shigure interjected smoothly.

“In a good way, of course. You’re different around her - softer, more… alive.”

Hatori frowned, hating the way his heart skips a beat how it always does when someone talks about you.

“That’s absurd.”

“Is it?”

Shigure leaned back in his chair, a sly grin tugging at his lips that usually means nothing but trouble.

“You’re a careful man. But I think even you can’t deny that she means something more to you. The question is, are you going to do anything about it?”

Before Hatori could respond, Ayame clapped his hands together.

“Oh, this is so romantic! The brooding doctor and his steadfast friend, bound by years of quiet affection, only to realize the depth of their feelings amidst life’s trials! It’s like something out of a novel!”

Hatori pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You’re both insufferable.”

Now, hours later, Hatori finds himself replaying their words. As much as he wants to dismiss their observations, there’s a nagging truth to them that he can’t ignore. He does feel different around you. You have a way of making the world seem a little less heavy, of making him feel seen in a way no one else does. Even though you know about his curse, despite the fact that you’ve seen him and other Sohma’s turn into animals countless times by now, you never changed your soft attitude towards him.

Just the thought of losing you, even to something as harmless as Shigure’s playful flirting, fills him with an ache he doesn’t fully understand.

“Earth to Hatori,” Shigure teases, waving a hand in front of his face.

“You’ve been staring at your plate for the past five minutes. Is something on your mind?”, you add with your brows furrowed in that way that glues his eyes onto yours in an instant.

Hatori shakes his head, brushing off the question. But when he glances up, he sees you watching him with a quiet concern that makes his chest tighten.

“Are you feeling okay?” you ask softly, your voice laced with genuine care.

“I’m fine,” he replies, his tone measured. But the truth is, he feels anything but fine.

The evening continues, with Shigure and Ayame carrying most of the conversation. You join in here and there, your laughter like a melody that Hatori finds himself clinging to. He stays mostly silent, his thoughts too tangled to untangle.

It’s only after dinner, when Shigure retreats to his study and Ayame bids an overly dramatic farewell, that you and Hatori are left alone in the living room. The atmosphere shifts, quieter, more intimate. You’re seated on the couch, your legs tucked beneath you, while he stands near the window, his gaze fixed on the garden outside.

“Hatori,” you say gently, breaking the silence. “What’s on your mind? You’ve been quiet tonight.”

He hesitates, the weight of your question pressing against him. How can he possibly put his feelings into words when he’s still struggling to make sense of them himself?

“It’s nothing,” he says finally, though the words feel hollow.

You frown, clearly unconvinced. “You know you don’t have to keep everything to yourself, right? I’m here if you need someone to talk to.”

Your words are a lifeline, and for a moment, he considers taking it. But vulnerability doesn’t come easily to him. Instead, he deflects. “Shigure was particularly annoying tonight.”

You laugh softly. “He’s always annoying. That’s part of his charm.”

Hatori’s lips twitch in the faintest hint of a smile, but it doesn’t last. The conversation lulls, and the silence that follows is heavy with unspoken words.

After a moment, you rise from the couch and cross the room to stand beside him. The proximity is both comforting and disarming. You don’t press him further, but your presence alone feels like an invitation—to let down his guard, to let you in.

“Do you ever think about the past?” he asks suddenly, surprising even himself with the question.

“Sometimes,” you reply, your tone thoughtful. “But I try not to dwell on it too much. It’s easy to get stuck in what-ifs.”

He nods, his gaze still fixed on the garden. “I envy that about you. Your ability to move forward.”

“You can, too, you know,” you say softly. “It’s not easy, but it’s possible.”

Your words settle over him like a balm, your voice so comforting that he forgets that numb feeling in his stomach for a second. He turns to look at you, really look at you. The way your eyes meet his, full of understanding and something else, something he’s afraid to name, something he’d never speculates about, makes his heart stumble.

“I’m not sure I know,” he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile, and it’s the kind of smile that feels like sunlight breaking through a storm.

What if you get hurt though?

Hatori can’t help but shake his head, breaking his gaze away from you. No, he can’t allow that to happen. He can’t come this close to you. What if he hurts you? Or what if you don’t feel the same way about him? Why would someone like you fall for him in the first place? You, known and loved by countless people, secretly admired by someone like Shigure as well. There’s no way you’d actually fall for him, right?

“You don’t have to figure it out alone.”

Gently, you place your hand on top of his. But instead of welcoming the warmth of your palm, he jerks up in his seat and leaves without saying another word.

The days following the incident were unbearable - for you and for Hatori, though he would never admit it out loud. He avoided you with a determination that bordered on cruelty. Every time you tried to reach out, he found an excuse to slip away. He didn’t answer your calls, didn’t allow you to visit him, didn’t even text you back when you begged for a single sign of life. Not even Shigure and Ayame were able to drag him out of this hole. Hatori hated himself for hurting you, for pulling away when all he wanted was to be close to you. But the fear of losing you, of ruining your life just like Kana’s, was just too much to bear.

It’s for the best, he told himself so often that he lost count on that little walk alone. Staying in his apartment meant getting reminded of all the times you visited him and sat on that one chair while sipping tea out of your own personal mug no one else is allowed to use. He needed to get out there, needed some fresh air to calm his mind.

Not even this warm summer day is able to comfort him, though. Not when every beautiful flower on his way reminds him of you, not when he imagines you in all those dresses displayed in the shopping windows.

Not when you’re standing just a few feet away from him with Shigure by your side.

Shigure and…you?

There you are, walking beside Shigure, holding an ice cream cone and laughing at something he said. The sound of your laughter, so free and light, hits him like a punch to the gut. Shigure, ever the charmer, leans in closer than necessary, his expression playful as he licks his own ice cream.

Hatori’s heart twists painfully, hands balling into tight fists on their own. He doesn’t have the right to feel jealous, no right to claim you when he’s done nothing but pushing you away.

But watching Shigure, so at ease with you, stirs something primal in him, feelings he tried to drown multiple times already. The thought of losing you - to anyone, but especially to Shigure – becomes unbearable.

Like in trance, he steps back, away from the scene that might make him lose his mind. No, he can’t feel like this about you, he can’t allow himself to be jealous when you’re not even his. All he did those past weeks was pushing you away. You’re not his, you’ll never be.

Hatori slams his door shut harder than necessary before gliding down the cool wood.

What is he supposed to do now?

-later-

You’re sitting in your small apartment, trying to distract yourself from the ache in your chest. The ice cream with Shigure had been nice, a kind effort of him to break you away from your train of thought,  but it doesn’t erase the sadness you feel over Hatori’s sudden distance. What went wrong? Was it something you said, something you did? Was it because you tried to cheer him up by holding his hand that one evening? You didn’t really think about it twice, just tried to cheer him up when it was clear that he’s upset…

You can’t understand what went wrong. And it hurts more than you want to admit.

A knock at your door breaks through your thoughts. Did Shigure forget something or is he here to look after you. Maybe Tohru wanted to pay you a visit-

“Hatori?” you breathe out, your voice laced with surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything while you try to process the stinging fact that he’s really here. He simply looks at you, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the courage he needs.

Then, in a voice thick with emotion, he mutters, “Can I come in?”

Your mind goes blank, lips not able to move. He’s really here. He didn’t forget about you. He wants to…talk?

Like in trance, you step aside, letting him enter. The air between you is heavy with tension as he stands in your living room, his tall frame seeming out of place in the cozy little space you can afford. You wait, unsure of what to say, as he struggles to find the words himself.

Finally, he turns to you, his gaze intense.

“I owe you an apology.”

“For what?” you mumble softly, though you already know the answer.

“For avoiding you. For pushing you away. For being…a coward.”

His voice is steady, but you can see the vulnerability in his eyes, the way his hands clench at his sides.

“I thought I was protecting you. From me. From my life. But I see now that I was only protecting myself.”

Your heart aches at his words. Is this really how he feels about everything? Does he really think he’s a threat, a burden for you?  

“Hatori, you don’t have to-”

“I do,” he interrupts, his tone firm.

“Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t…”

He trails off, taking a deep breath.

“That I don’t feel something for you. Something I’ve been too afraid to admit for a long time.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Is he trying to say that…

“Hatori…”

“I’m in love with you. I have been for longer than I care to admit. But I was so afraid. Afraid of hurting you. Afraid of losing you. Afraid that you couldn’t feel the same way”, he suddenly blurts out.

You stare at him, your heart pounding in your chest. This can’t be real, right? Did he really ignore you because he thought he’d hurt or lose you. Did he really just say that he loves you? Him, the man you’ve kept your eye on for years by now?

“You thought I didn’t feel the same?”

He hesitates, the doubt still etched into his features.

“Why would you? You could have anyone. Someone without all the…baggage I carry.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you step closer to him. Just the thought of him feeling this way, of him suppressing his feeling because of something like that…

“Hatori, you’re the one I want. You’ve always been the one”, you reply with trembling voice.

For a moment, he simply looks at you, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Then, slowly, he reaches out, his hand brushing against yours before taking it in his own.

“You…really mean it?”

“Of course I do!”, you breathe out while clinging onto his hand for what feels like dear life.

“But I didn’t want to rush you, especially after those past weeks. I felt like you don’t see me that way. And after what happened to Kana, I wasn’t sure if you’d give me a chance…”

“I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you. I don’t want to run anymore. I want to be with you, if you’ll have me.”

You smile through your tears, wrapping your arms around his arm the way you always imagined. Even though you’re not able to hug him the way he’d deserve it, you pour your heart and soul in this little moment. That moment you’ve been imagining in your head over and over again. That moment that fell apart in your mind those past weeks.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Hatori buries his face in your hair as the weight of his fears finally lifts. For the first time in a long time, he feels like he can breathe. And as you stand there together, he promises to himself that he will do whatever it takes to make you happy, to protect the love you’ve both found.

Because with you, he knows he can finally heal. Now he finally knows you're more than a friend.

Dividers by @saradikagrafics 🤍

[chugging-bleach]

"EVEN IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME BACK, I LOVE YOU" - love confessions with the gintama men.

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includes. Gintoki, Hijikata, Katsura x gn!reader

summary. the way you fell head over heels for the idiot, confessed your love and where you got a confession back, much to your surprise.

tags. love confessions, fluff, light angst, hurt/comfort, being confessed back to, rejection, love at first sight, unrequited feelings

a/n. this is the first reader insert tumblr post i have attempted. if you don't want to read the rejection of the confession part it has been marked as 'alternate// rejection,' so feel free to skip it. thank you and please let me know how you like it <3 feel free to request other gintama characters! i plan to write for ayame and tsukuyo next so stay tuned for that :) i hope you have as much fun reading as i had writing this!

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SAKATA GINTOKI.

how you fall in love.

you were facing a large dilemma and had nowhere to go for a solution and are directed to the Yorozuya's doorstep

you are in denial about it but it was love at first sight, you know you have gone insane when a man guzzling down strawberry milk is attractive to you

maybe you just need to get laid

or maybe just maybe you can't look away from his neck, they way his adam's apple bobs as he gulps it down like water and how you can see his chest exposed a little with his shabby yukata

or the way he says "i'll handle it" knowing full well he won't but you can't help but trust him

your confession.

"the jobs over. you can get rid of me now."

that's the problem. you don't want to leave. you're on the back of his scooter since he offered to drop you home

after all, he caused more trouble than the job was in the first place, where your main job split off into mini jobs which you had to tackle along with the main job???

honestly, you're just happy that you spent more time with him before you had to part ways

"i didn't know you were that scared of scooters." you were gripping tightly as if you never wanted to let go of him

"your scooter might just break down. better to take you down with me"

is what you meant to say but instead you said

"i like you, Yorozuya-san. i like you a lot."

he actually falls off the scooter and both of you tumble in a heap together, thankfully uninjured apart from the pain of the intense silence that descends

you're both panting loudly and are too afraid to break the silence

"i'll...walk the rest of the way" more than him, you want to save yourself the ache

with a heavy heart you scramble to your feet, ready to wallow and drag yourself back to your house

"wait up. if you think this is going to be payment i need to correct you! you need to pay real money, tricks won't work..."

his voice falters. your eyes are clear and barely containing the emotion brimming in them.

he has to answer you

his confession.

"don't look at me like that. help me up."

you snap out of your trance and reach a hand out with your heart beating rapidly

he grasps your hand, wrapping his fingers around you. you try not to linger too much on the touch, tighten your grip and pull.

the opposite force pulls you forward and you fall to the floor and are being pulled into his lap

not pushed away not at all

"now then, there's a lot of strawberry milk you owe me for all this trouble."

that's as much as a confession as you will get from him and it's more than enough, more than you ever thought you would get. he holds you as tears stream down your face silently.

alternate// rejection.

he falters starting and stopping his sentence multiple times, struggling to find the right words.

you want to snap at him in frustration, that he just cut to the chase and be done with it

you remind yourself that this is difficult for him too

he brushes the dust from his soft, white hair that you won't even get to sink your hands into nor wind around your fingers

when he looks you in the eye, you know his answer and you know what he'll say

"i will always accept you as a prized customer, -sama!"

you give a shaky smile, hoping that the darkness of the night is enough to hide the tears falling down your face and you walk away with a taste like rotten strawberries on your lips

HIJIKATA TOSHIRO

how you fall in love.

your boss is relentless, sending you out on random errands all day, thinking of you as his personal maid more than an employee

today you're on your fifth cigarette run of the day, buying for the entire office

the usual vending machine is out-of-service so you go to the trashy one which is a long walk away

once you get there, you see the rusty exterior and sigh, thinking of how many dimes the machine will eat before actually spitting out the cigarette box

you also see a man, casually leaning on the other side of the machine smoking. a man you recognise as the demon vice captain of the shensengumi.

you freeze in your steps, scared as if you committed a crime, when in fact you are innocent

he stubs out his cigarette on the side of the machine and tosses it. it lands on your arm and you yelp in pain. he looks startled and slowly realises what happened.

"ahh, i... miss...um..."

why is the police officer scared in this situation? you speak up, clutching your slightly stinging hand "it's not a bother, officer. i was wondering if you can help me with this machine? the one i frequent is out of service and my boss needs me to buy some. how many coins will this machine eat?"

your simple request with easy instructions activates 'officer helping civilian mode' and he goes ahead and shakes the machine violently. a box of the worst brand that your boss will curse you for, Mayoboros with the mayonnaise filter falls out.

you stare at him as he hands you the box. your voice catches in your throat and you're instantly smitten. he's devilishly handsome. you notice his face has a shallow cut on it.

"here," you remove the backing from a bandage in your bag and place it on his cheek. you're on your tip toes and his breath fans your forehead. "thank you for the cigarettes, officer."

"hijikata toshiro at your service miss, your boss will appreciate those cigarettes."

your boss, in fact did not appreciate them. you tune out the yelling by recalling how close you were to him.

your confession.

you frequent this rusty vending machine even though the previous good one is back in service. you just want to see him again and again. without fail, he's always there and you wonder whether is it because he's just a nicotine fiend or because he wants to see you too

immediately you banish that thought out of your head.

you arrive again and as usual he's leaning against the side of the machine but this time he has bigger bandages covering his face, neck and body

he moves to shake the machine like he does but you stop him, stilling him by placing your hands on his shoulder. he moves away from the vending machine, quietly looking at you and waiting, a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth.

you show him the box of cigarettes sticking out of your pocket and gulp the lump in your throat. it is now or never. you have to, need to know his answer.

"i like being around you. i like being around you a little too much." the smoke from his cigarette is fanning your face making you feel more light-headed. "i want to be around you more."

your sentences are awkward and you couldn't look him in the eye while you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

his confession.

he takes a puff of his cigarette. you watch the smoke curl up in the air, bracing yourself for the worst. he shifts around uncomfortably, awkwardly closing the distance between you and then just as quickly moving away.

you dare to look at his face to see the calmness is gone. pink is dusting his cheeks under the bandages and the image of the cool police officer cracks. he looks so adorable trying to bid for time by smoking slower.

"i need to leave for the office soon."

hijikata was always a man of few words. he placed his hand on the top of your head and ruffled your hair gently, sighing the entire time. words were escaping him.

"would you want to get dinner with me after work?"

you expected a lot of responses but this one exceeded your expectations and was the best one

"absolutely!" you beam and he gives you a small smile in response to your big toothy grin

in another unexpected moment, he presses a kiss to the top of your head and you just melt on the spot, now it's your turn to be a blushing mess

"see you tonight"

alternate// rejection.

hijikata and you maintain eye contact. you can see he feels the same way. but something is holding him back.

he swings his shenshingumi jacket over his shoulder, never moving his gaze away from your face.

"i get into a lot of trouble. wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to worry over me."

you don't want to understand how he can reciprocate the same feelings and yet still flat out reject you. you don't want to understand his reasons.

you especially do not want to think about how this might be the last time he decides to see you since you decided to reveal your feelings. you knew the risk this carried and it blew up all over your face. a strong wave of self-hatred washes over you. if only you hadn't confessed, you would have been able to see him everyday. maybe if you confessed at a later day, things might have turned out differently.

he snaps you out of the loop, placing the jacket around your shoulders. you didn't realise you were shuddering from the weight of the situation, from the effort of reeling back the strong wave of negative emotions being set off inside you

you pull it close to you absently. hiijikata closes the gap between the two of you, lightly, barely brushing his lips against yours. before he could get carried away, he pressed a few chaste kisses on your forehead and temples

there was another reason to him ending it and you respect him enough to watch him walk away just as quickly as he had closed the distance

he left his jacket behind and sure enough there's a cigarette and lighter in the pocket. you light your first and last cigarette of the time being and wonder as you cough loudly, the smoke which is the only reason there are fat tears on your cheeks and your throat is scratchy

will you wait?

KATSURA KOTARO

how you fell in love.

someone left their kasa hat at your store so you decide to give it to the local lost and found when the owner doesn't come to pick it up from your store for over a month now

all you remember is the man rushing into the store, taking his hat off, letting long black hair down which mesmerised you, wearing a ridiculous plastic moustache disguise and pretending to peruse your goods. you were planning to kick him out despite how pretty he was since this eye candy was just being a nuisance.

before you could say anything he said "stay calm."

a bunch of dangerous street samurai swarmed your shop and you couldn't in fact "stay calm," looking at their swords, thinking of the damage they could do. this shop took a lot of money to make and keep running and you didn't want it ripped to shreds

thankfully, there were no other customers so you played dumb and said "welcome! how may i help you gentlemen?" hoping that your fear didn't show

they looked directly at the only other person in the store the "stay calm" man and you knew a fight would break out. bracing for the worst and calculating the damages bill (more scary than all these men combined), they said "that man did not have a moustache. he's managed to escape!"

you are dumbfounded that the disguise worked. once they all left, the man took the hat and 'disguise' off. "do you want to buy anything?" you ask. "no but i owe you a favour."

"then get out! don't bring trouble to my shop!”

since then, you haven't seen him and thought he would come back for his hat. on the way to the lost and found, you unexpectedly bump into him again.

this time he is wearing an afro. on top of his long hair.

"your hat, sir. you left it in my shop." he takes it from you and bows deeply, walking you back to the shop. "stay safe," you want to scream that he's the shadiest character ever but smile.

after that, you keep meeting him in random 'disguises,' which have a 100% success rate of working.

your confession.

you don't enjoy the brief meetings and clashes. you want to know more about him. "remember you said that you owe me a favour?" you say, heat rising to your cheeks.

this time, he's only wearing sunglasses and his signature hat. you have seen his posters everywhere KATSURA THE TERRORIST. well, he makes a pretty shitty runaway criminal but there must be some magic in those disguises.

"yes, in fact you can ask me two things. you gave my hat back to me."

you didn't want to bring up the fact that he should owe you more since you saved him from being found multiple times by swallowing your pride and playing the hysterical woman card

there are, more important things you want to ask him

"one should be enough. can we get ramen?"

you thought he would be dense and not understand what you were getting at, so then you would have used the second favour

his confession.

you flick the end of his hat, startling him and knocking it sideways. he totally was hiding being flustered under the hat and worrying at the edge of his lips.

"i...don't exactly know about timings. it's always random."

"i can wait, then you can pay me back again for waiting. my shop can be your home."

blush colours your cheeks as you realise what you just said. you want to spontaneously combust. you move your head, hoping your hair falls and covers you enough.

katsura moves the hair out of the way and beams at her. “i know of a good ramen place. why wait let’s go now.”

alternate// rejection.

no he didn’t get it.

he considers your offer way too seriously. he didn’t get the underlying message.

“sure. let’s go now. there’s a place around here.”

you didn’t get your answer but you might say something at some point during the ramen eating.

he stops you in front of ‘Hokuto Shinken ramen shop’ with the sign falling off. a blonde lady comes outside, throwing a pan at katsura, who promptly dodges.

“i brought a customer here! this doesn’t bode well for you!” the lady looks annoyed and you can’t blame her. it is annoying to have katsura in your shop with all sorts of people looking for him all the time.

“that doesn’t mean you bring yourself too!”

you’re glad katsura didn’t get what you were trying to say. you didn’t know there already was someone else since you barely knew anything about him. you start walking away, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest.

“wait up! forget this fool! i’m nishiki and i’ll bring you the best ramen you’ve ever had!”

“the soba is much better,” katsura said only to get hit in the head. you think about slithering away and making an excuse but instead you decide to stay.

“a bowl of ramen sounds divine.”

[imagineanime2022]

We Have History

Hatori Sohma X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3094

Requested: @navyhua

Request: Hi could you a hatori sohma x reader were they had a history together when they where young but she got her memory but when they meet again she got her memory back and they reunited a good ending

Could you also add so flashback moment of them together

Angst and fluff request

Thank you

A/N: I didn't mean for this to be so long, I really enjoyed writing this one but I enjoy writing for fruits basket in general, wouldn't mind having some more requests for fruits basket if anyone has anymore and likes the way that I write.

Italics are Flashbacks

School, always nerve wrecking on the first day, granted it was everyone’s first day but you hated starting at a new school, it was rare that you spoke to anyone who was excited about the prospect of a new school and class unless they knew that their friends will be there. Luckily the school wasn’t all the confusing, you found your class quickly and took a seat at the back where you kept to yourself. “You weren’t in our Middle School, what's your name?” You weren’t expecting anyone to even notice you, like they had said you hadn’t attended their middle school. You expected everyone to be greeting old friends. You finally looked at the male in front of you, he was pretty, blonde hair, tall, dressed in a leopard print coat over the standard school uniform, but you were more enamored by the other man standing on his right side, he was the opposite, dark hair, standard uniform and stoic face. “Me?” You finally asked, the blonde laughed. “Yes you, dear.” He answered. “I- Um… Are you sure?” You asked. “Yes…” He answered, now pulling a chair from a neighboring desk to seat with you. “I’m (Y/N).” You answered. “Nice to meet you, I’m Ayame, that’s Shigure-” He pointed to another male across the room who seemed to be talking to another girl “and this is Hatori.” He introduced everyone who seemed to be a part of his friends group. “Nice to meet you both.” You said softly. “Have you just moved here?” Ayame asked. “Yeah my parents decided to move.” You answered. “Well then you’ll be needing some friends?” He asked.

“Hatori! What are you looking at?” Hatori blinked a few times before his attention was pulled away from the woman at the stand, to Shigure who had been calling him. “Is that?” “(Y/N).” Hatori answered. “She’s not supposed to be here, she was never supposed to be back here.” “You underestimate human nature, don’t forget she spent 3 years here.” Shigure explained “mother is still here as well.” “Mmm.” Hatori hummed as he watched you talking to the lady at the stand, it seemed to be a flower stand. “Something seems to be bothering her.” Shigure said. “Doesn’t matter, we should go before she notices us.” Hatori said turning away, he heard Shigure sigh as he followed after him. “You know with everything changing maybe you could give her a chance.” Shigure suggested. “We both know that we can’t do that, she has a whole different life now.” Hatori argued. “One that you decided for her, once everything is over and Miss Honda has played her part, you should try for your own happy ending.” Shigure shrugged. “Maybe if you do then you’ll inspire my next book.” “Shut up and move.” Hatori ordered, looking back one last time before disappearing into the crowd.

It was a couple of months into the school year Ayame had established himself as school council president and Hatori ever the loyal friend stayed by his side. You and Shigure always seemed to linger behind, that gave Shigure the time he needed to catch on to the way that you watched Hatori. “You're staring again.” He teased as you both watched the other two talking to some of the students about something. “I’m not staring.” You grumbled looking back down at your hands. “You were.” He answered. “Fine I was but he’s the best view here.” You admitted and he smirked as he leaned down. “What about Ayame? All the other girls like looking at him.” Shigure teased. “He doesn’t need an ego boost.” You grumbled. “And me?” He asked. “You… No.” You answered with a smirk before leaning away from him and opening the book you had in your hand “now will you stop teasing and fishing for compliments.” “That was mean.” Shigure whined.

You blinked rapidly as you looked down at the book in your hand, you remember getting it in high school, someone gave it to you but you couldn’t remember who had given it to you. You couldn’t even remember what you were just thinking about, it was a memory of when you were in school but the more you tried to remember it the more it blurred almost like a dream. “Oh darling, did you find what you were looking for?” Your mother asked as she walked into the room. “Yes.” You answered, holding up the book. “Did I ever say who gave this to me?” “No, you said that it was a friend from school, I remember it was a boy, your father was rather concerned about it for a while.” She laughed. “You never met him?” You asked. “No, you never brought him back to the house?” You asked. “No, now that I think about it was a little weird that they were never here.” Your mother mumbled as you looked down at the book. “Maybe there’s still someone around that would be able to help you, there are still people here who went to school with you. That famous author Shigure was in your class.” “Shigure?” You asked. “Shigure Sohma.” She answered, you nodded, you didn’t remember the name but maybe he remembered you, at least enough to point you in the right direction.

You were two years in by now, you were close with all the boys but you and Hatori could always be found together, you were the only person that he let link arms with him in the hall or mess with his hair while talking to him. It was late into the evening he was sorting out something for Ayame and the school council while you were sitting at the table next to him working through something, he heard you groan in frustration and looked up from his work to look at yours. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah I just hate this.” You muttered pointing down to the work you had been trying to do. “Need some help?” He asked. “You understand this?” You asked. “Yes.” He answered with a small rare chuckle as he shuffled over a little and looked over what you were doing, he easily explained what it was that you were missing as you listened intently to what you he was explaining. “You know, you're pretty good at explaining things.” You said softly. “Oh yeah?” He asked. “Well I spent all this time in class and you explained it to me in-” You looked at the clock. “-fifteen minutes.” “Well thank you for the compliment.” He smiled.

Hatori sat at his desk looking at the papers in front of him. That day in class after school was the first time that he had heard you compliment him. After seeing you the other day memories had come hurtling back in a violent barrage of everything that he missed about you in some ways he hoped that Tohru was the answer to the curse that they had all been waiting for, but even if she was he knew that you wouldn’t be brave enough to talk to you again, he wasn’t the first time. “I heard that there’s a certain friend of ours in town.” Hatori looked over at Ayame for a second before looking away. “Do you need me to start a conversation again?” “No, she’s happy as she is.” Hatori answered. “How would you know that?” He asked. “She looks happy.” Hatori answered. “The one time that you saw her?” Ayame asked. “It’s none of our business.” Hatori grumbled “now will you leave, I’ve things that I need to do.” “Yes, of course, busy avoiding your problems.” Ayame waved him off as he turned away. Hatori gritted his teeth as he looked away from the door as Ayame disappeared. He missed you as much as the others did but he wanted you safe and he’d be damned if his selfishness caused you any harm, he’d even gone as far as wiping your mother’s memories of him and you together after your father died.

Almost as if the world gave him mercy, he felt it, the release from the curse, his hand pressed against his chest as tears gathered in his eyes. He was no longer bound to Akito and you were still here, he could go find you. He could.

You were now in your third year of school, it was again another evening you and Hatori were spending together, this time however you were in your bedroom “where are you going to go once school finishes?” You asked. “Me… I was thinking about maybe becoming a doctor.” Hatori explained. “A doctor?” You asked. “Something wrong with that?” He asked. “No, I think it’s perfect.” You answered. “What does that mean?” He asked. “Well I think you’ll make a great doctor, I’d have you as my doctor.” You answered. “And you, what are you going to do?” He asked. “I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “What do you think I should do?” You turned on your heels to look at him but quickly lost your balance, unfortunately for both of you, you ended up catching yourself on Hatori with your arms wrapping around his shoulder but as soon as you caught yourself Hatori seemed to disappear, in his place a small seahorse. You lifted it from the bed and walked into the bathroom, ran a small amount of water in the bath and then placed him in it. “I know that you're supposed to be in saltwater but I don’t have any of that!” You panicked as you paced the room as you tried to think about what to do, it was maybe 10 minutes later (which definitely felt like 10 hours) when he turned back. “(Y/N).” He called softly, you stopped moving. “Don't turn around, I need you to get my clothes from the other room.” “Oh yeah.” You answered in a small voice. “Let me get changed and then I’ll explain everything.” He promised.

“Hatori!” You shot up in bed looking around the room. It happened in this room, his name was Hatori Sohma, why couldn’t you remember him? There’s still something that you don’t remember, what is it? Your Mum said that Shigure was still here… Somewhere. Tomorrow you’d find him and ask him what happened.

“Shigure! Answer this goddamn door!” You yelled as you slammed your fist on the door. “Can I help you?” A young girl asked as she opened the door, you smiled at her. “Is Shigure home?” You asked. “He was.” She answered. “My names Tohru, I’ll just see if I can find him.” “Sure thing.” You nodded as you waited at the door, your attention caught by the conversation that you could hear through the door. “Shigure what did you do?” An annoyed voice sounded. “I haven’t done anything, this isn’t my fault.” You recognised that voice, more mature now but there was still an air of childishness with a sly undertone. “I don’t even know her.” “Excuse me!” You yelled, you heard something topple over before a couple of hushed whispers and then Shigure’s head appeared from around the corner. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “I want to know why I can’t remember.” You answered. “W-what?” Shigure asked. “I remember some things but not others. Why is that?” You asked. “What do you remember?” He asked all playfulness gone from his voice as he approached you at the door, he gently took your arm and led you into the house and closed the door. “I remember that if I do this-” You wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a hug, watching as he turned into a dog in a puff of smoke. “-Dog, that makes sense.” “What the hell is going on!?” You looked up to see a more than annoyed teen standing next to Tohru “I’m going to need one of you to call Hatori.” “Who are you?” The boy asked. “An old friend.” You answered. “Friend?” The boy asked. “I think you’d be pissed too, if your ‘friends’ erased your memories and lived on without you.” You frowned. “Oh, I don’t think that Hatori meant to hurt you when he did it.” Tohru said. “Neither do I but I still want to talk about it.” You reasoned.

A couple of minutes later Shigure had changed back and got changed, you were all sitting at the table, “when did you remember?” Shigure asked. “I’ve been remembering small things since I came back, everytime I tried to remember who any of you were it was like the memory was running from me but last night I remembered the day that I first saw Hatori changed and this time your names stuck.” You explained. “I knew that you’d find your way back.” Shigure smirked “I know he was trying to keep you safe but I hoped that you would be the one.” “The one?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Before either of you could continue the front door slammed open. “(Y/N)!” Ayame yelled as he rounded the corner. “Hey Ayame, you’ve become quite dramatic haven’t you?” You asked. “You’ve been gone so long!” He wrapped his arms around you uncaring for the form change and instead wrapping himself around your arm as a snake.

It was a couple of hours later that Hatori actually showed up at the house and from the way that he stopped at the door upon seeing you sitting with the other two, they had lied to get him here. “W-what are you doing here?” He asked. “I came here because I knew that if I came looking for you, it would get you in trouble,” You explained, he nodded but he didn’t say anything. “My memories have slowly been coming back to me, since I came back to visit my mum.” “But you haven’t seen me.” He frowned. “No but there was a book in my room that you gave me, and I’ve been staying in the room where I first saw you change. Maybe that has something to do with it, doesn’t matter, I'm glad it happened.” You answered. “Maybe you should talk, a lot has changed since then.” Shigure suggested. “I think that’s a great idea.” You answered as you stood from where you were sitting, taking Hatori’s hand, putting your shoes back on and dragging him out of the house.

“Are you going to talk or am I?” You asked after finding a small quiet cafe to finally have a long overdue conversation in. “What do you want me to say?” Hatori asked. “I want you to explain what you were thinking, I need you to explain what you were thinking, because I still can’t remember that day.” You answered. “I think it’s better that you don’t.” Hatori answered honestly. “That night when I took your memories, I didn’t tell you what was happening and when you realised, you were so distressed, I worried that something might have gone wrong. It seems the strong emotional response you had became the reason the wall broke down.” “You didn’t want me to remember?” You asked. “I want you to be safe but what the others said was true a lot has changed, Akito has changed, I don’t have to worry about her anymore.” He explained. “Changed?” You asked. “Akito had become very dangerous she would have done anything to get rid of you, so the only way that we- I thought that I could protect you was by making it seem like you were never there in the first place, the other two didn’t want me to do it, they even tried to get me to undo it, go and talk to you and set things right.” Hatori explained, when he looked up at you he could see the tears in your eyes, he walked over immediately crouching on one knee to get a better look at your face. “We can stop talking about this if it’s upsetting you.” “No it’s not that, it…” You took a deep breath “I’m just sad that you thought that the only way to keep me safe was to subject yourself to all that suffering… But you said things have changed now, does that mean that I don’t have to forget again?” You asked. “You don’t have to forget anything… Not anymore.” He shook his head gently wiping the fallen tears from your cheeks. “In fact there’s something that I’ve wanted to do for a while now.” “Do it.” You pleaded, he smiled before leaning forward and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Hatori pulled away from the kiss and looked at you “you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that?” You asked. “I know.” He answered, though his happiness didn’t seem to meet his eyes, in fact it seemed like he was upset about something. “I know that you’ll probably hate me if you ever find out what I’m about to do.” “Hatori?” You asked, you watched as he lifted his hands and cradled your face, eyes connecting with yours, you don’t know how he was doing it but it started with the very first memories of him, Shigure and Ayame and worked forward. “Stop! Hatori please! You have to stop!” “This is the only way to keep you safe, she’ll do something way worse.” He said softly. “No! We can work something else out! Please I just want to be with you, you can’t do this! You can’t Hatori please! I love you!” You confessed. “I love you too, that’s why this has to be this way.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead leaning back to find that you had passed out.

“You said that you loved me.” You said softly. “You said the same.” He reminded you. “And I meant it.” You promised. “As did I.” He said softly before leaning down and pressing another kiss to your lips and keeping you close when he pulled away slowly. “You have time to make up for.” You informed him and he nodded. “I promise to make up for everything.” He said. “You know the other two are never going to let this go.” You smiled as your eyes caught on the two men that you were talking about peeking through the window. “I know, now shall we find somewhere a little more private.” Hatori asked. “I would love that.” You answered with a small smile as he led you towards the back exit, in the hopes of losing the other two as you did.

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One more kiss

Pairing: Kawamura Kazuma x fem!reader

Summary: Little volleyball tutoring wouldn't do any wrong, right?

Warnings: a bit fluff

A/N: Hi! So my obsession changed and here we are with Kazuma. Enjoy and let me know if there are any mistakes or if you want to see anything specific.

"We are going out to grab a drink, you guys coming with us?" Ayame with group of other girls from your class looked at you and your friend, waiting for the answer.

"Sorry, we have a little volleyball practice." you said with an apologising smile. "Maybe next time."

"Sure. Have fun chasing the ball!" yelled Mizuki and the group left the school's yard, giggling like crazy.

You and your friend waved at them and waited till they left and when you were sure they wouldn't come back, you two headed to the gym.

"We thought you won't come." Kazuma looked at the two of you as you came in.

"To teach clumsy kids like you? We won't miss that." joked your friend and you joined her at laughing.

Kawamura looked at Hokuto ,who was hiding his smile, with disbelief and threw a ball at your friend who dodged it easily.

"Nice try, Kawamura." she smiled brightly and showed him a middle finger.

"Okay, let's start before you two kill each other." interrupted them Yoshino and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"For safety purposes I will teach Kazuma." you offered and pushed your friend slightly towards Hokuto.

"For safety purposes." she mocked you what only made everyone laugh, her as well.

That two walked over to the other side of the gym and started their little training while you handed Kazuma a ball he had thrown.

"Show me what you can." you backed few steps and waited for the pass from the boy. "Don't worry about mistakes, we can work them out."

"You assume I make mistakes?" asked jokingly Kawamura as he passed the ball in the air.

"That's why you wanted us to teach you two, right?"

The pass was okay, maybe not professional, but good. The receive was worse.

"Okay, I know what we should work on." you caught the ball what stopped your little game. "Down receive."

"You got me." laughed Kazuma and you bet you saw a bit of blush on his cheeks.

"Please show me the proper pose." you asked politely and watched carefully as the boy prepared himself. "Okay...may I touch you?"

"Yeah, but don't bite me."

"Bite? Why would I do that?" you stood behind Kazuma and placed your hands on his arms.

"Hokuto does that sometimes." answered Kawamura with a chuckle.

You both looked at the mentioned boy who was dealing with thrown balls and your yelling friend who was calling him 'stupid' and 'lazy'. Of course while laughing, she meant no harm.

"Poor Hokuto." you whispered as you moved Kazuma's arms in a way that would help him receive any ball. "This is the pose I want you to keep, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." answered happily Kawamura and nodded what only made you smile.

You started passing some balls in every way what was supposed to help with the down receive. It looked like it did.

While practising, your eyes were carefully analysing your working partner. He was moving confidently, his eyes were focused, body ready to receive the ball. You realized he has muscular arms. You analysed his face for a bit longer time. His lips looked soft, just like his cheeks, his skin was clear and his dark eyes were shinning...

"Y/N!" you turned to the left but regretted that second later because ball hit your forehead. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." you nodded, trying hard not to laugh but you failed. "I needed that."

"I told you it will end that way!" your friend pointed at Hokuto and walked towards him just to throw the ball at him. "Apology!

"Sorry." Yoshino bowed politely.

"That's fine, don't worry." you massaged your forehead for some time and chuckled.

The ball stopped your overthinking about Kazuma who now was looking at you with this warmth in his dark, shinny eyes and question written on his face,

"I am fine." you repeated with an assuring smile and threw him the ball. "Let's pass few times and then we will make a short break, okay?"

"Whatever you say." agree Kazuma and passed the ball.

As you had said earlier, you've played for some time and then took a break on the side.

"Is your forehead okay?" asked Kawamura with voice full of concern and smiled when you nodded. "I told you we are clumsy, especially Hokuto."

"I heard that!" yelled Yoshino from the other side of the gym what made black haired boy next to you chuckle.

You also smiled. Your eyes turned to the blond haired boy behind the net who was playing 'pass the ball' with your friend who now was quiet and was even smiling and nodding with approval.

You wanted to say something at the moment, but something stopped you...the smell of the perfume that was so close closed your mouth. And not only the smell was close, Kazuma as well. His arm was resting on the gymnastic ladders behind your back, his body hovering over you. You felt warmth on your cheeks and you didn't need a mirror to know your face was red as a tomato. Also Kawamura's slight smile was saying enough.

"Pink suits you." whispered Kazuma when you looked at him from below.

"T-thank you." you stuttered a bit what only made the boy chuckle what melted your heart to the puddle.

Without any warning, black haired placed his other hand on the other side of your head.

"Wow, fast and furious." you joked to cover your nervousness. "Kabedon challenge? Now?"

"Maybe not kabedon...more like kiss your teacher challenge."

You thought he was joking, but apparently he wasn't. Kazuma's face suddenly was inches from your, his eyes looking at your lips...it wasn't a joke for sure.

And what did you do? Nothing. You let Kawamura do what he wanted.

His lips gently touched your as if he was asking for permission that you gave him. Even though he got it, he didn't deepen the kiss, he smirked in your lips knowing you were already obsessed with him. And he was not wrong.

"Ai, dumbass! Move!" your friend yelled from the other side of the gym what interrupted the amazing moment you and Kazuma had.

The moment the boy moved few inches from your lips, the ball hit his head, making him look at your friend who was guilty laughing with Hokuto on her side.

"Are you okay?" you asked, trying not to laugh, and petted the place Kazuma got hit. "Does it hurt?"

"Not that much that a kiss can't heal." answered Kawamura with a smile, he looked cute while smiling.

You huffed jokingly, shook your head, but placed a little kiss on his soft lips.

"One more." whispered black haired, his eyes shinning in the gym's lights as he was looking into your eyes. "One more kiss."

"You are good at persuading." you giggled, but did as he asked. Your lips touched his gently and left soft kiss.

"I told you to move." your friend suddenly appeared next to you two and smacked Kazuma's head with a hand. "Don't touch her without my permission."

As a protest to your friend's words, you hugged Kawamura and looked your classmate in the eyes, to provoke her a bit. The boy you were hugging, chuckled and hugged you back.

"I will kill you both one day." huffed your friend and walked towards the exit. "I promise."

[cottoncandy-cult]

Second Choice, Second Chance

Inuyasha X Priestess! Reader

So in this I'm exaggerating Kagome's behavior in this, I do ship Kagome with Inuyasha. Occasionally with Koga, but mostly because I find Ayame somewhat annoying personally. I could rant about it but for the Ayame fans I'm not going to, like I don't hate her but I did want to see her humbled a bit so that she'd pull back her obsessive behavior just a bit.

(Y/n) sighed as she walked with the group of misfits she called friends, the 18-year-old had been a reincarnation similar to Kagome. Only (Y/n) was a healer, and rather than a well she had fallen through the floor of an old shrine high up in the mountain. The bicolor haired girl had hated her life in her era, her life having been less than ideal. With her hair being 2 colors, (H/C1) on the left and (H/C2) on the right. It often drew unwanted attention, what made it worse was her dual-colored eyes. (E/C1) on the left and (E/C2) on the right. She had always been teased by the younger generation and out casted, the older generation treated he as if she was ill or a demon. So, she had ran away at the age of 16, the dual toned girl going high into the mountains when a storm hit. She took shelter in a shrine but fell through a large hole, even if she wanted to go back through the shrine she couldn't as the one in the feudal era had been destroyed by Naraku.

She has passed through the well before to go get Kagome, and she was able to do so through the sheer power of her soul unlike Kagome who needed at least a shard of the jewel. But she usually preferred staying behind with Inuyasha and the others, she had gotten the garb of a priestess from a priestess in the village at the base of the mountain when she came stumbling down bruised and dirty from the fall and the subsequent wandering around the mountainside the shrine had been on, on day one of being there. Deciding that she wanted to try and at least blend in a little, plus the outfit was rather comfortable. She had spent a lot of time with Inuyasha as of late, he and Kagome had been fighting a lot recently and most of her anger was unreasonable in (Y/n)'s eyes. She and the half demon had grown close, both able to understand each other's pain. (Y/n) also understood how fresh his grief and heart break was, in his mind it had only been at most a few months since he was "betrayed". He had truly loved Kikyo, the pain of their fight worsened by learning the truth behind that day and Kikyo's resurrection. Kagome's pressure only making things worse for Inuyasha, it was as if the girl thought they had an unspoken relationship.

When the group finally made it to Kaede's village, she watched Kagome ride with Sango and Miroku on Kirara's back towards the well. Leaving her to walk with Inuyasha to Kaede's hut. "Hey (Y/n), come with me." Inuyasha began walking towards the woods, the girl quietly following as she figured he wanted to talk about his fight with Kagome. She always had to try and explain things to him, what made it hard was a lot of Kagome's actions could be immature and hard to rationalize to the male. So, after the attempt to explain things is made the two usually said screw it and just had a drink, it being the feudal era no one cared as she was considered plenty old enough.

So, the girl had no problem dipping into the barrel, Inuyasha didn't care one way or the other. They got to their usual spot by the river, Inuyasha moving a rock to reveal a small barrel of sake and 2 cups hidden beneath it in a hole. She could tell by the look on his face that he was in deep thought, so she remained silent and went to her place by the river. It was a large smooth rock, where she would be able to dangle her feet over the edge and her toes would barely touch the water. Not being a true priestess, she was not bound by their rules, really it was just a guise she used. Her abilities were similar to that of a priestess, so it was really the best option to keep people from questioning her.

She lowered her feet into the water, closing her eyes and listening as Inuyasha moved beside her and set the small barrel between them. "So, what did you want to talk about?" She spoke softly and dipped her small sake glass into the barrel, Inuyasha had stayed quiet as he slowly sipped down his glass. "Kagome has just been driving me crazy, I'm starting to think her looking like Kikyo may have been the only thing that truly brought me to her. I was still grieving for Kikyo, and Kagome was someone I had to be around because she broke the sacred jewel, and she could sense it... I think I only loved her out of necessity and heartache, but now that everything's over though..."

He stared deeply at the water, (Y/n) quietly listening to him as she nodded. "It's understandable, somethings aren't meant to be. I mean you two aren't even actually together, you've just done this weird crap since the beginning." She sipped her drink as Inuyasha nodded, sipping at his own before he looked at her. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you take an interest in anyone since you joined us." Now that made her cheeks heat up, she was quick to down her drink and refill. "There was one guy, but he never once looked at me the way I did him... But he has girl troubles of his own even without me." She hadn't been lying, she had always had an interest in him but between Kikyo and Kagome she never felt there would be room for her in his heart. She knew a part of him at least cared deeply for Kagome, after all she had helped him move on from Kikyo and helped to soften his rough personality.

"I see... It must be painful loving someone who doesn't return it... At first when Kikyo was resurrected, she hated me, it tore me up cause I loved her so much. I guess that's why your smile hasn't been the same for a while... Right?" His words took her by surprise, she never realized anyone had noticed. (Y/n) hadn't been herself for a while, she hated watching Inuyasha and Kagome fight only for him to seek her out for comfort and return to Kagome the moment she was willing to let him back in. With a sigh she chugged down her drink, her cheeks now red from alcohol rather than embarrassment. "Yeah... I just... I love him a lot but... I'm not even sure if I'm really his friend or someone he uses to soothe himself when he's hurt... " Her chest tightened as her eyes welled with tears, she could feel his golden orbs locked on her form.

"Is it Koga!? Just say the word and kill that mangey flea bag!" She was shocked by his words, her small hands wiping her tears away as she shook her head. "No but it's fine, it doesn't matter I'l-" Her sentence was cut short as Inuyasha pinned her down, hands on either side of her head. His claws dug into the dirt as he stared down at her in an intense gaze, anger on his features. "Don't you dare say that! It does matter! He's hurting you and I won't let that happen! I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, you hear me!?" His reddened face was inches from hers, the temptation was so overwhelming that before she knew it her lips were attached to his. He was quick to return the kiss, he was harsh and feverish. The kiss deepening as little fingers tangled in snow white hair, when the kiss broke, they were left breathless, and the half demon rested his forehead against hers.

"I love you (Y/n), for so long I tried to learn to love Kagome, but it always felt like I was with her cause I had to be... But then you came a long and I couldn't help but to love you from the start. That's why it matters, because you matter." The girl felt her heart swell as she kissed him once more, neither noticing the schoolgirl quietly walking away from the scene.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Hello Maddy!! I hope you’re having an amazing week. I love your writings, they always make my day!! I hope I’m not late, and if you don’t mind writing, may I request a oneshot Modern AU Kanae x they/them reader where they’re married and maybe have kids? I hope this is not too much of a hassle, and if you feel uncomfortable any way, you can ignore my request. Once again thank you, I wish you all the best!!<33

A Day at the Beach

Kanae Kochou x They/Them Reader Modern AU

A/N: Cute idea! I didn’t know what the direction of the story should be about so I hope you don’t mind the beach. I also put a hint of ShinoMitsu in here because I miss them. Thanks for reading, hope you like it! Word Count: 2,420

“Food, water, juice, sunscreen, towels, tarp—“

“Sand toys!” Daichi interrupted his parent, eyeing the list intently. He couldn’t quite read yet, but he could pick out things here and there.

“Yes, sand toys, first-aid kit, floaties—“

“Noodles!” Itsuki shrieked. Nothing brought him more joy than a good water noodle fight. He simply had to make sure they are not forgotten!

“There will be noodles, I promise.” (Y/n) swore to their child for the fourth time that morning. “Why don’t you boys go put your swim trunks on so you’ll be ready when it’s time to get in the car, okay?”

(Y/n) heard Kanae giggle beside them as the boys upturned the swim bag and sifted through for their respective swim trunks.

“This is going to be such a fun day. I’m glad we’re doing this.” Kanae beamed.

“Once everything is packed up and we make it to the beach, I’ll agree with you.” (Y/n) half joked, getting up from the couch to help Itsuki who had somehow put both legs in the same hole of his swim trunks.

A fussy wail then caught Kanae’s attention as she helped Daichi tie the drawstring of his trunks.

“Sounds like Ayame is awake. I’ll get her ready. Do you still need help with packing?” Kanae asked.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out. Actually, can you get the baby duffle ready too?”

“Already on it.” Kanae gave (Y/n) a chaste kiss on the cheek as she walked passed them and disappeared down the hall. (Y/n) could hear her faint cooing and their daughter’s cries silenced.

“Okay boys, will you help me with a big job?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes!”

(Y/n) rolled out the compact cooler that already had a layer of ice on the bottom. The boys’ eyes lit up, not hesitating to reach in and touch the cold cubes.

“Can you put the drinks in here please? No, don’t put the ice in your mouth, we need that to keep the drinks cold. Put them in like this so there is lots of room left for the food, okay?” (Y/n) opened the boxes of water and juice to give the boys easier access.

“We can do it!”

“Thank you. I’ll be back in a minute.”

(Y/n) knew they had to work quickly to gather what needed to be taken out to the car. As well meaning as their children were, they were still very young and impulsive. They could turn back around and probably find them sitting in the cooler, or see ice chips scattered all over the floor.

(Y/n) tightly packed the towels back into the swim bag the boys had ransacked, then grabbed the first-aid kit from the bathroom, putting it in another bag with the sunscreen, floaties and the rolled up tarp. From the closet, they also grabbed a couple camping chairs for themself and Kanae. They’d grab the kids’ chairs too, but they seldom used them anyway. They would much rather sit on their parents instead.

(Y/n) took the two bags in one hand and the straps of the chair bags in the other then went to check on the boys, relieved to see that nothing seemed amiss.

“Will one of you help me get the door please. And someone want to open the trunk?”

Daichi tore off to the door with Itsuki trying his best to keep up.

“Walking feet,” (Y/n) reminded, “Careful for the step.”

The boys heeded their warning, but it was clear they were buzzing with excitement.

“I wanna open the trunk!”

“I do!”

“No, me!”

“I want to hit the button!”

Ah, how could (Y/n) forget the age old battle of who gets to hit the button that will make the trunk open.

“How about you both press it at the same time?”

“No!” They yelled in unison.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. One of you is going to open the trunk, and then the other will get to close it. That way it’s fair.”

After a bit of squabbling, Daichi got his way. Making an older sibling promise of showing Itsuki something cool once they got to the beach. Once the trunk opened, (Y/n) wasted no time hauling the heavy goods inside.

“Alright, c’mere bud.”

(Y/n) hoisted Itsuki into their arms so that he could reach the button. They would need to open the trunk again of course, but when it came to a three year old who was very fixated on what he wanted, it was best to just do it sooner than later before he began to think he had been cheated out of his turn. It can be hard to reason with small children sometimes.

“Okay, while we’re out here let’s get the beach toys from the shed.” (Y/n) prompted, following the boys who had already taken off as soon as beach toys were mentioned.

They dragged back a couple of pool noodles, the sand toys, and an inflatable ball. Daichi and Itsuki wanted to bring more, but (Y/n) managed to dissuade them. They would be plenty entertained with what they already had. They would probably tire out before too long anyway.

They did their little ritual with the trunk again and then headed back inside to finish packing the cooler. When they entered, Kanae was shifting her feet, rocking from side to side in that magical way that always managed to make Ayame happy.

Kanae turned to face (Y/n), a confused smile on her face,

“Making punch, dear?”

“Hm?” (Y/n) stepped up beside Kanae to look into the cooler and held in a groan.

Well, the boys did put the drinks in… just not with the containers they came in. Their cooler had become a tub of watered down fruit juice while they had been packing.

“I’ll have this clean in less than ten minutes. I still have the other half of the bag of ice and we can pick up more drinks when we stop for gas.”

“Take your time, there is no rush.” Kanae comforted, as laid back as ever.

“I love how easy-going you are, but I would like to get there before midnight.”

“I don’t know, that sounds pretty romantic.” Kanae teased.

“Oh, then let’s drop the kids off with Shinobu and trade the juice boxes for a couple of cocktails.” (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh imagining the look Shinobu would give them if they came to her apartment unannounced to push their children into her arms and leave as quickly as they came.

“We couldn’t possibly, not after last time. I think she still hasn’t forgiven us.” Kanae recalled.

“She got help from her neighbor across the hall,” (Y/n) waved dismissively, “Kanroji, was it? I think we were actually doing her a favor. You saw how cute they looked together.”

“They did look really cute, didn’t they? I should figure out if anything is going on with them yet.”

“And if dropping off the kids unexpectedly doesn’t get us killed, meddling with Shinobu’s prospective love life certainly will.” (Y/n) began to pour the liquid down the sink. Then they scrubbed it with warm, soapy water and patted the cooler dry.

“Is Shino-Obachan coming to the beach?” Itsuki asked hopefully.

“No, sorry sweetheart. Maybe another time. Shinobu has a lot of big tests coming up soon and she wants to study.” Kanae explained, patting over her son’s unruly hair with her free hand.

“Alright, cooler is half ready to go.” (Y/n) declared, “Found everything okay for Ayame’s bag?”

“All accounted for.” Kanae patted the bag resting atop the counter.

(Y/n) took the cooler and the duffle bag to the car with the boys while Kanae put Ayame into her car seat. After a final check of the supplies and making sure that everyone was buckled into their seats, they were off.

It was only an hour trip to the beach, but with a baby and two young children it might as well be twelve. They were pretty good for the first twenty-five minutes, but then they started getting fidgety. Daichi had somehow managed to pull the pool noodles from the back of the car and placed one of them in Itsuki’s grabby hands. They then proceeded to whack the crap out of each other. Daichi being older and having the advantage of being in the back seat, it didn’t take long for Itsuki to realize he had been given the raw deal. He was getting more and more frustrated with every bonk to his face.

“Boys!” Kanae turned in her seat, not wanting the tension to build into something totally unmanageable, “Daichi, please stop bopping your brother. Put the noodles down. It’s dangerous to play rough in the car.”

“But I’m bored!” Daichi whined, and though Itsuki had been ready to scream bloody murder half a second ago, he seconded his brother’s thoughts.

“We’ll be there in thirty minutes. How about we play I spy?” Kanae suggested.

“No!” They answered in unison.

“Alphabet game?” (Y/n) tried to suggest.

“No!”

“How about some music?” Kanae was already syncing her phone to the bluetooth, “This album never fails. Let’s all sing along!”

As soon as the jaunty tune of one of those ear worm songs began, the boys were all ears.

“Nice save as always.” (Y/n) complimented. “That’ll keep them busy for awhile.”

“Thank you, darling,” Kanae beamed, “but don’t forget to sing along! The words are starting soon.”

Well, there were worse things to do than sing along to songs about dinosaurs. And to be honest, the whole album was kind of a bop. Even Ayame was making happy little shrieks while she kicked her feet.

They made their quick stop at the gas station and not much longer after that, they finally made it to the beach.

“No, no, do not go in the water yet,” Kanae warned the eager boys, “Not until we have a spot set up and everyone’s sunscreen has set.”

Daichi and Itsuki deflated, but they listened to their mother, joining her under the shade of the tent like tarp she and (Y/n) had setup. Once everyone was adequately slathered in sunscreen, Kanae convinced the boys to make a sand castle with her instead of going into the water right away.

(Y/n) joined them after they secured Ayame’s cute little sun hat atop her head. They sat beside Kanae in the warm sand, holding Ayame in a way that would give her enough support to stand. The baby babbled and squealed at the texture of the sand between her toes, wiggling and bending her legs to further sample the coarse granules.

“So happy,” (Y/n) observed, “do you like the sand Aya?”

“So cute!” Kanae cooed, reaching back for her phone. She needed to document this precious moment!

“Smile baby! Can you smile for mommy? Oh, such a sweetheart!” Kanae snapped a buch of photos in rapid succession, then turned to the Daichi and Itsuki digging their moat, “Your turn boys, smile!”

Itsuki gave Kanae a big grin, shovel in hand and his arms already caked in wet sand from all of the digging. Daichi stuck out his tongue, wearing a bucket like a hat. Kanae chuckled, taking another burst of photos. Before she could put her phone back, (Y/n) stopped her.

“What, you think you can just take a bunch of pictures without being in any of them?” They reasoned, sitting Ayame up in their lap to take Kanae’s phone.

They motioned for the boys to crowd around Kanae and took a couple pictures, then they motioned them all over to sit around them and Ayame. It was a little tricky to get them all into frame, but they managed to get a couple nice pictures of the whole family.

(Y/n) handed Kanae’s phone back to her, mirroring her happiness. More picture would be taken throughout the day, especially when they would start playing in the water.

The family approached the gently lapping waves, Itsuki chasing off a few seagulls on the way. Kanae reminded Daichi and Itsuki to only go in as far as their bellybuttons and to stay close. The water gradually got colder the deeper they went, making the waves feel quite refreshing.

Finally the noodle fight could begin in earnest. While the boys smacked and splashed each other, (Y/n) and Kanae sat in the shallow water with Ayame. (Y/n) stood her up in the water, but unlike with the sand, Ayame didn’t seem to be as big or a fan of the water. She began to fuss, trying to keep her feet up and away from the surf.

(Y/n) scooped her back up to rest against their shoulder and patted the disgruntled baby on the back while Kanae soothed her with her voice and stroked her chubby cheek with one finger.

After awhile, they boys got tired of whaling on each other, they turned their weapons on their parents and baby sister instead. (Y/n) transferred Ayame into Kanae’s arms and the boys shrieked when they stood up and began to chase after them in the shallow water. They stole the noodles and bopped them both on their heads as they giggled and tried to dodge the hits.

It wasn’t long before stomachs began to rumble and they went back to their setup to eat lunch. Afterward, Itsuki and Daichi got back to work on their sand city and Kanae joined them, helping them find the perfect ratio of water to sand for the best and strongest structures. (Y/n) sat in one of the chairs nearby with Ayame sleeping against their chest.

After a couple more hours of alternating between playing in the sand and sea, fatigue was finally hitting the boys and the sky was steadily growing more pink and orange. It was time to pack up and go home. As tired as the kids were, they didn’t want to leave, but when Kanae dropped that they could grab some fast food for dinner on the way home, they changed their tune.

They packed everything up then washed themselves of the sand and salt water and changed into fresh clothes. They then bid the beach goodbye and drove away.

Full and satisfied from their dinner on the road, it didn’t take long for the three children to fall asleep to the soft music Kanae had put on.

“Today was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?” Kanae whispered.

“It was,” (Y/n) agreed, “I hope we can do it again soon.”

Kanae beamed, twining her fingers around (Y/n)’s free hand as they drove closer and closer to home.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi Clan!

How are you?

1) I read the FNAC 2 request you made for me, and I loooooved it!

Your fanfics are ALWAYS worth the wait. :3

2) Also yay! DRA and SDRA2 requests are back! So happy! :D

I would like to request a DRA one, which is Ayame x Male Reader, where she trains him after noticing he doesn’t exercice at all. At first he doesn’t want to, because he finds it boring and having trouble getting muscular, but she tells him it’s important, especially for males his age, and after a bit of convincing, and due to the fact they are stuck in the Academy during the killing game, he accepts, and he gets trained by Ayame. He slowly enjoys training with her, as he slowly gets muscular and thus a friendship is formed, with also Akane since she gives them water after training and talks with the two, happy they became friends.

Do you accept my request?

3) By the way, what are your thoughts on Jojo?

Hi! Ty for the patience and happy birthday!

...........

"[Y/n]! You should come exercise with me! It'll be fun!"

"Ah..thank you, Ayame. But..I'd have to decline."

As much as you hated to reject the Ultimate Track Star's offer, exercise was honestly the last thing on your mind, especially since you and everyone else got stuck in this killing game with no way out.

And besides, you've somewhat given up trying to get fit altogether. Even before any of this ever happened, you hit the gym a few times and quickly discovered that getting muscular was no easy task.

You didn't know how other guys your age stuck to their routines and turned out buff and strong in seemingly no time....while all you ever felt at the end of a long workout was fatigued and wheezing for air.

And you were convinced you must be doing something wrong, so you got bored of it quickly and stopped.

Maybe you're simply not built for this kind of stuff.

It didn't help that your talent wasn't exactly the most sportsy, either, as you're the "Ultimate Gamer" who would rather sit somewhere quiet and play on your device to escape the stresses of the world.

Of course, it's won you tournaments and enough recognition to get into this academy...but it winded up being a horrible, horrible curse disguised as a blessing.

Two people were already dead, and everyone's growing more and more distrustful of each other...

So when Ayame approached you the day after the first trial, you were surprised she even wanted to hang around you.

It made you wonder if she forgot that it was a guy who killed one of the girls, even if it wasn't his intention to.

Who's to say that won't happen again?

Not that you could ever resort to something like murder over a stupid "motive", but...shouldn't she be at least a little bit cautious of you?

Nope. She wasn't afraid in the slightest.

You could see the frown forming on her face, and you quickly averted your gaze.

"Look, i-it's not that I don't want to be fit and healthy, it's just..it gets boring after a while, I guess. And if I don't see any changes, I think I'm doing something wrong." Your shoulders slumped in defeat, seeing her expression not change one bit.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and prepared for the chastising that was sure to follow. "...if you're gonna yell at me, then get it over with-"

"Why would I ever do something that's not gonna motivate you?" She crouched down beside you, a sympathetic look to her eyes. "It's important for males at your age to get their daily exercise, so I'm glad you at least tried to stick with it. But maybe all you need is your own personal trainer!"

"...and that would be..?"

"Me!" She grinned. "We'll train all day, every day until we get out of here. Before you know it, exercise won't be "boring" anymore!"

You blinked in surprise, looking back up at her. She seemed so confident and hopeful, although you remained hesitant. "Are you sure that's a good idea? To hang out with me after what happened with Mitch and-"

"She wasn't even his intended target. Just a bad case of "wrong place, wrong time". But I never liked Mitch even before that...I was honestly ready to punch his lights out after he called you a "wimp"." She huffed, cracking her knuckles. "Trust me, if it wasn't against Monokuma's rules I would have-"

"Wait, that was directed at me?" You did a double-take. "I thought he was saying that to Yuki or Teruya..they don't look all that fit either."

Suddenly Ayame looked embarrassed.

"O-Oh, yeah uh....sorry.."

"It's fine..I just...if you're absolutely sure about helping me work out-"

"It's no problem! Really." She reassured, slapping her palm against your back. "Since we're trapped in this stupid academy anyways, we might as well build up some muscle! Whatdya say about putting down that console and coming with me?"

After giving it a little more thought, you finally agreed to go with her, putting your gaming device back into your bag before standing up. "Sure-"

"YES!! Let's jog to the training room to start off!"

"Huh?! But you're the Ultimate---aaaaand she's gone.." You sighed in defeat, watching her race (and definitely not jog) out of the room and leave you in the dust.

Somehow she seemed more excited for this than you.

'Welp, no backing out now..I better get going..'

......

"Whew! That was fun!"

"Yeah..and so was the last workout we did five hours ago."

Although you were damn-near breathless from the intense workout routine Ayame taught you, you gained a sense of accomplishment.

Now you were finally feeling the results.

It seems your efforts were paying off, as you've gotten stronger--being able to lift things and help out with investigations throughout the school with little to no trouble.

You even got compliments from some of your classmates, and it made you feel proud that you stuck with this and didn't allow yourself to get "bored".

You did, however, attempt to find loopholes where you could still play your video games while also training...such as running on the treadmill whilst trying to beat your current high score.

But Ayame would always insist you put it away or tried music instead.

She acted like a strict coach, though you began to value her as a good friend, who was looking out for your best interests.

As you both sat down on one of the benches, wiping away your sweat with a spare towel, you smiled. "I'm surprised the nighttime bell hasn't rung yet..I feel like we've been here all day."

"Yeah, but once we rest our bodies we can get up bright and early and do it all over again!" She beamed. "Or....at least until we get the next "motive", but still we should stay on top of it!"

After nodding in agreement, you heard the door to the training room open, seeing Akane step in. She smiled warmly, balancing two water bottles in her hands as well as extra towels.

Had it been anybody else--besides maybe Yuki--you would've been concerned that something bad just happened, though this was simply the Ultimate Maid engaging in her talent. You could absolutely trust her, especially since she befriended Ayame, too.

You stood up to greet her, thanking her for the drinks before sitting back down. "Oh of course!" She joined you on the bench wrapping a small towel around the back of your sweaty neck. "It's so sweet seeing you two becoming great friends."

"For sure. We've become great workout buddies." You chuckled, taking a sip and sighing at the cool and refreshing taste. "Heck, I might be strong enough to pick up Kakeru one day!"

The girls shared a small giggle at the mental image of you lifting up the strong yet shy lawyer with just a single hand, barely breaking a sweat.

Although it was merely a joke and you wouldn't actually try to pick up anyone, you could feel your confidence practically glowing as you continued chatting with the pair.

When you first came here, you were just that awkward gamer kid standing in the corner, not paying much attention to the trials and longing to get fit for the good of your health...to seemingly no avail.

Yet it's in this same place, where uncertain death could be waiting around every corner, where you discovered a new version of yourself--someone better.

And you owe it all to Ayame for being your number one motivator.

[badchatgptfics]

Ayame Sohma x Reader - Flamboyance? Yes Please (Sequel to Equal Chances)

(If you haven't read Equal Chances yet, read it here)

Prompt Given - Write a sequel to your previous response in which Y/N chooses Ayame

Fic Generated -

In the days that followed, Y/N couldn't shake the memory of Ayame's grand gestures and vibrant spirit. His passionate pursuit of their heart left a lasting impression, and they found themselves drawn to the enigmatic Sohma like a moth to a flame.

As their bond with Ayame deepened, Y/N discovered layers to him they hadn't seen before. Beyond the dramatic facade, Ayame revealed vulnerability and a longing for genuine connection. He spoke about his dreams, his fears, and his desire to find someone who truly understood him.

It was during one such heartfelt conversation that Y/N realized their feelings had grown beyond friendship. They felt a sense of comfort and belonging with Ayame, knowing that he cherished them for who they truly were.

After much soul-searching, Y/N made the decision to share their feelings with Ayame. They approached him on a sunlit afternoon, finding him amidst a sea of colorful fabrics in his shop.

"Ayame, there's something I need to tell you," Y/N said, taking a deep breath. "I've been doing a lot of thinking, and… I have feelings for you. I find myself drawn to your energy, your passion, and your desire to make others happy. You've made my heart flutter like no one else, and I want to be more than just friends."

Ayame's eyes widened with surprise, and for a moment, he was rendered speechless. Then, a dazzling smile spread across his face, and he enveloped Y/N in a warm embrace.

"My darling Y/N, you've set my heart ablaze!" Ayame exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine joy. "I've been hoping that you'd see me in this light. I find you absolutely enchanting, and I'd be honored to be more than friends too."

In that moment, Y/N and Ayame's connection deepened into something more profound and intimate. Their romance blossomed like a vibrant tapestry, each thread interwoven with laughter, understanding, and unconditional support.

As they embarked on their journey together, they discovered a world of possibilities, both in love and in life. Ayame's extravagant gestures and Y/N's steadfast compassion complemented each other perfectly, creating a relationship filled with excitement and tenderness.

The news of Y/N and Ayame's blossoming romance was met with cheer and excitement from their friends, including Hatori and Shigure. The Sohma family, ever the close-knit bunch, welcomed Y/N into their fold with open arms.

Though life was never without its challenges, Y/N and Ayame faced them together, drawing strength from their love and their unbreakable friendship. With each passing day, their bond grew stronger, their laughter brighter, and their hearts more intertwined.

And as they wandered hand in hand through the tapestry of life, they knew that their love story, filled with vibrant colors and passionate dreams, was just the beginning of a beautiful and enduring journey together.

[amaya-writes]

Hello, can I request some headcanons of Sohma Shigure, Ayame, Hatori and Kureno with a shy s/o, please ?

Notes: sorry this took so long, i was answering reqs chronologically, I only did the first 2 cuz I didn't really have inspo for Hatori and Kureno rn

Warnings: n/a mostly fluff but slight nsfw mentions

Characters involved: Shigure Sohma, Ayame Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Kureno Sohma

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Shigure Sohma

Shigure absolutely adores your shy side! He thinks you're so cute and exploits it to no end.

He's constantly teasing you and trying to get a reaction, with your flustered state always enticing him.

Shigure is more verbally affectionate than physically affectionate, so he prefers flirting with you and whispering things that could be taken in a romantic/dirty way but also sound normal to oblivious and innocent people.

According to him, it's not his fault you took his words that way, if anything the fact that you're so shy but not daft only entices him further, making him wonder just how far he can go with just words.

The closer you get, the bolder he is and in the span of a few weeks, he goes from casually whispering compliments while standing behind you to looping his arm around your waist to tug you close enough to be able to kiss you, only to say something that has your cheeks heating up.

Shigure loves the chase and isn't afraid to play the long game, but if you make it clear you're not interested in him, don't expect him to back down.

To Shigure it isn't just about getting you to fall for him or some other romantic-ish motive, he literally just wants to take advantage of your personality to annoy you to no end, and if you seem to like that as much as he does, then who knows, maybe you'll end up together.

Ayame Sohma

Ayame's pretty much the opposite of Shigure but in the same spectrum.

Basically, he's a physical flirt.

Can and will use proximity to not only make you shy but also drive you crazy.

He's always been someone who's very open to physical touch which is why he doesn't see why that should be a problem, however, he is respectful of your boundaries.

His physical affection builds up slowly and once Ayame realises you don't mind it or actually like him back then he doesn't hold back whatsoever.

Always has a hand on you. It doesn't matter what the two of you are doing or who is around you, if he can then Ayame will keep at least one hand on you.

Sometimes he'll get more frisky with this and trail it to places he shouldn't, but other times it's more innocent and he just wants to be near you.

Ayame is quite the flirt, but he's more of a serious flirt than the joking kind. You know the kind who would just be 'messing around' but then suddenly his hand is under your chin and he's pulling you in but just ends up flirting and leaving at the end.

He also isn't shy to confess, so once he does his flirts just get ten times worse as he says things like I'm waiting for you, etc.

Overall, good luck trying to deal with him because it can get pretty overwhelming.

[yandereaffections]

A energetic, silly by nature snake with a shy and to themselves darling..

Maybe opposites attract?

You keep him composed, especially during certain situations where it would be inappropriate to make one of his renowned comments

And Ayame makes certain scenarios that seem too outgoing for you more comfortable

If you’re to nervous to ask a certain person a question, thinking it’s stupid or maybe that person will yell at you there’s no doubt Ayame will ask it for you, putting himself in the path instead since he’s experienced with social interactions

Of course you’ll have to lead him away from them after awhile or he’ll might get in a troubling situation

Ayame loves how much you rely on him just on small basic things, after all he is possessive and this way he gets to be the barrier between you and other people

Also it means he gets more of you to himself, getting to dress you up in private and admire you in ways no one else can

There are moments of comfortable silence, where Ayame feels loved just by you being near him being able to share this type of relationship, after all he wouldn’t want you to have to spend time away from him just to be comfortable

Other than those little times, he’s loud and very outgoing, it’ll get exhausting fast, you’ll have to organize time away from him carefully

[isimpoveryou]

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vinnie hacker x indonesian!reader

face claim: naura ayu (girl crush i swear 🥰)

authors note: so im indonesian and i dont see a lot of south east asian reader because mostly its east asian reader (no hate). also this JUST FICTIONAL OK??

warning: english is my second language

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[paradisdementor]

LESSON LEARNED | Shigure x Reader Minors DNI (18+)

A/N: @lue-arlert I'm so sorry this took forever but it's finals week 😭 Hope you like it !! It was an honor to write something for you 🖤

"Do I need to repeat myself y/n? I said...on your knees...now"

"Shigu, please, I already said I was sorry I didn't th-"

"Sorry? Sorry?? You really are a dumb little thing huh, thinking that a 'sorry' was going to be enough for what you did"

He stood in front of you untying his kimono and letting it fall to the ground while maintaining eye contact. His tall figure allowed you to be at the perfect level with his dick, packing a good 7" which curved upwards slightly and helped hit the best spots inside you.

"That was a really dumb stunt you put on y'know? What were you thinking hm? Oh, that's just it" - he takes a handful of your hair, pulling from it and speaking through his clenched teeth- "you weren't thinking at all."

A few minutes ago, you were downstairs having a conversation with Ayame who was being a little too handsy for your boyfriend's liking which you immediately noticed. You smirked to yourself and threw your legs over Ayame's who began to talk about the outfits you should try at his store and how he would pick them up specially for you. That was enough for Shigure to take you by your arm and forcefully take you to a room upstairs, excusing both of you with a smile as his grip around your arm tightened.

"I- I swear it wasn't supposed to play out like that. I j-just wanted to make you-"

"What? Jealous? With Ayame of all people... Pretty pathetic don't you think? Well, not as pathetic as you'd be in a few minutes when you're begging me to stop"

"S-stop what?"

"This"- he pushed himself inside your mouth and began to thrust at a set pace that had him throwing his head back in pleasure- "you want to be a whore? I'll treat you like one. You're going to take my cock and cum down your throat, if you waste it a single drop, I'll just have to start again."

You gagged and coughed around him, you hoped that thumb trick you learned from your friends could help but with Shigure's size it might not be possible. His grip was tight, you tried to hold yourself from his thick thighs before you felt his hand smack yours away

"Don't tell me you're that useless that you can't even function as my personal little toy?"- he asks mockingly with a fake tone of concern- "Now, open wide"

He held your head in place with both hands, and began to speed up his thrust, grunting evey time his tip hit the back of your throat. Black tears from your mascara stained your rosey cheeks, your half lidded eyes stared back at him begging for mercy. There was no way you wouldn't have a sore throat for a few days after this.

"Look at you, such a cock hungry slut... You like having my cock in your little mouth?"

Yes You thought to yourself.

"I bet you're dripping wet right now, your pussy is probably clenching around nothing wishing it could be full yeah?"

Right again

You tried your best to nod, but settled with a long and loud moan around his dick.Before you knew it, you were laying on your back, Shigure positioning himself between your legs before pushing himself in with a single thrust, hissing at the feeling of your tight pussy around his throbbing cock.

"Mmhhmm... Always so tight for me, what's the matter? Can't your little pussy take my cock hm? Is it to much for the little slut? "

There was no stopping the tears at that point, your eyes shut and with a silent scream from you , Shigure began to move. You knew from the way his cock was ramming into you that he was going all in to remind you who you belonged to. One of is hands found it's way around your throat ,you looked up at him, he was broad, with a very muscular back and shoulders which you couldn't appreciate enough under that kimono.

"H-hurts, please, s-slow"

"Aww, I know baby... It's supposed to hurt. Cum dumps like you don't deserve to be treated with care, you're meant to be used"

His words stung but you kept getting wetter with every word that he spat out like venom. He didn't fail to notice how you clenched with each degrading word either.

"Feel that?" - he brought one of your hands down to your lower stomach near your pelvis, you could feel a little bump, the outline of his massive cock every time he fucked you- "Think Ayame can do this? Think he can fuck you like I do?"

"Oh fuck... No baby, only you. Please don't st- Shigu!!"

You felt a slap across your face from your boyfriend's massive hand, grinning down at you as he smushed your face into a pout

"Sensei , gotta show you a thing or two about respect. So, who am I princess?"

He slowed down his thrusts, lifted one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder to get deeper.

"FUCK! SENSEI!! AH! I'M ABOUT TO CUM! JUST LIKE THAT SENSEI PLEASE !!

"Good fucking girl. I'm going to cum inside you, make you mine, give you a cute little baby, a little reminder of who you belong to....fuck"

You came around him, and just seconds later he followed, your tightening sex creaming his cock to the very last drop. Shigure leaned down to kiss you deeply before pulling out and getting dressed, taking your panties and shoving them inside his robe.

"Shigu, I need those"

"No you don't, you're going back downstairs to finish your conversation with Ayame like that. Have fun holding my cum inside you, you don't want to make a mess, poor Tohru would be petrified to clean that up"

"Shigure!!"

"Que sera, sera."

[heyhellohihowareyou]

An Assclass Masterlist I Guess

Character headcanons

Karma Akabane

Yuuma Isogai + X Y/N HCs

Taiga Okajima

Hinata Okano

Manami Okuda

Megu Kataoka + Pride HC

Kaede Kayano

Yukiko Kanzaki

Justice/Masayoshi Kimura

Hinano Kurahashi

Nagisa Shiota + Pride HCs

Sosuke Sugaya

Tomohito Sugino

Kotaro Takebayashi

Ryuunosuke Chiba

Ryoma Terasaka

Rio Nakamura

Kirara Hazama

Rinka Hayami

Sumire Hara

Yuzuki Fuwa

Hiroto Maehara , Maehara the math wiz

Koki Mimura

Takuya Muramatsu

Touka Yada

Taisei Yoshida

Ritsu

Itona Horibe

Others:

Kaho Tsuchiya , Kaho in 3-E

Asano Gakushuu

Sibling/Parent Headcanons

Haruko + Himeko Maehara

Yume + Yuki Isogai and Ayame Isogai

Hayato + Toshiro Okano

Akito Sugino

Yoroko Sugaya

Seiichi Kataoka

Yuzuru Kanzaki

Reiji Fuwa

Makoto Yada

Amai Terasaka

Tadamichi Muramatsu

Daiki + Daisuke Hara

Friendship Headcanons

The Katana Klan

Kataoka and Maehara

Okano and Isogai

Maehara and Kurahashi

Sugino and the Katana Klan

Chiba and Kanzaki

Kataoka, Okano, Isogai, and Maehara

Group 3

Terasaka’s Gang

Maehara and Nagisa

Chiba and Maehara

Ship Headcanons

Sugikano

Asakanza/Gakuyuki

Maeiso Part 2

Ritsuwa

Kurazama

Gakuren

Yadamegu

Murayoshi

Kaenami

My Writing

Decisions: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Killing Game Time!: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Mittens (Maeiso Oneshot)

New Years Kiss (Gakuren Oneshot)

A Friendship That’ll Last Forever (MaeIso Week 2022)

Smitten (MaeIso Week 2022)

Cause You’re Really My Dearest Friend (MaeIso Week 2022)

Bittersweet (MaeIso Week 2022)

Fairytales (MaeIso Week 2022)

🎃Halloween Time🎃

Go On, Protagonist

Big Brother Maehara

Birthday Blues

I Wanna Kiss Your Lips (MaeIso Week 2023

Other Stuff I Did

Maehara’s failed flirting attempts

My AssClass favs

Reasons why Leader Time! Is such an amazing episode

The girls ranking list

If class 3-E had ultimate talents

Why Spinning Time! is comedy gold and just great in general (part 1) And Part 2

Why I think Discord Time! is a fantastic episode

My top five favorite class 3-E boys

My top five favorite class 3-E girls

Why Vision Time! Is So Great

Why Closing Time: First Semester is phenomenal

3-E’s siblings reaction to the Koro-sensei aftermath

Why Let Live Time! sure is an episode

Why Cheer Up Time! was just lovely part 1 and part 2

Reminder that I’m always up for receiving asks and suggestions ☺️

[babybottlepop96]

hello!! can i ask for a yuki sohma x reader fic where they visit ayame & mine only for them to force the reader to play dress up? :O

Here you go, Annon! I hope this is to your liking!

Dress Up (Yuki Sohma x Reader) FLUFF

“Thank you for coming with me, (y/n).” Yuki spoke quietly, his eyes looking straight ahead as you both walked towards Ayame’s shop. You looked towards him, your face adorning a soft smile as you stared at the man in front of you.

“Anytime, Yuki! Besides, I heard he makes the most adorable clothes ever!” You said excitedly, after getting to know the Sohma’s through a class project you had to work on for two months with Tohru, Kyo and Yuki, you heard a lot about the wonderful designs of Ayame Sohma. You met him once, that time he came to visit his darling brother, and was enamored with his ideas. Even throwing a few out yourself, though you doubted someone like him would take any of your ideas into consideration.

“You didn’t have to come with, you know.” Again, the words were spoken calmly and quietly.

“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to see his shop anyway and the most important reason is because you’re my friend! I’d do anything for you.” This time he did look at you, his eyes widened a fraction in surprise at your statement. Your eyes twinkled in adoration and you couldn’t help the small laugh that coaxed its way out of your mouth. “Don’t act all surprised, Yuki. I don’t walk with just anyone to a shop I could never afford out of the blue.” His lips twitched upwards slightly and a soft smile graced his face, he hummed.

“I would hope not. That would be very dangerous.” You giggled again and playfully slapped his shoulder.

Ten minutes later, the two of you arrived at Ayame, obviously named after the owner. It was a cute little costume shop that had you jumping on the balls of your feet. “Finally!” You entered the shop before Yuki and began to look at everything you saw. Maid outfits, bunny ears with a fluff tail sewn onto the butt of the leotard, even a sexy dragon fit with spikes and a head dress that looked like an actual fire was aflame on top of it.

“Yuki!” A voice sung out across the shop, there, standing in all his glory, Ayame Sohma. His silvery white hair, long and flowy from the top of his head down his back, his eyes sparkling like pools of water in the sun on a summer day. He greeted the younger brother with a warm hug that you were secretly jealous of not being a part of. “Oh! (y/n)! How wonderful to see you again! My dear, it has been way too long!” Ayame sang loudly in the mostly empty shop as he came over and patted you on the head.

“Ayame!” Another voice sang out followed by a bounding brunette in the cutest maid costume you have ever seen. It fit her perfectly and now you were jealous of her cuteness. “Oh! Is this your brother!?” She yelled happily as she made her way over to the still quiet Yuki. “And you must be his friend!” She spoke as she bounded over to you.

“Yes, I’m (Y/n). It’s very nice to meet you…..?”

“Mine! Oh my god! Ayame! Let's dress her up!” Mine jumped up and down animatedly, quite pleased with the idea of dressing you up.

“Oh! What a wonderful idea, Mine!”

“Um, I don’t think that's a good ide-'' But Yuki was cut off by Ayame and Mine dragging you to the back room. Yuki stood there surprised by how quick the whole situation transpired. He decided to sit down and stare at the colorful fabrics and beautiful patterns of cloth and patches that were scattered about the room.

After some time had passed, Yuki stood, ready to march back to the back room where you were kidnapped too. Afraid that maybe his brother and his wild assistant had done something to you, but before he could take a step the door opened and Ayame and Mine stood proudly, faces adorning wide grins and eyes that sparkled in the bright lights. Stepping aside to show you off, Yuki was at a loss for words when his beautiful lavender eyes focused on you, his cheeks matched yours with vibrant red blushes. There you stood, a cotton white dress with a heart shaped neckline, the dress stopping about mid thigh with a frill of baby pink lace poking about an inch underneath, white thigh-high stockings with baby pink bows trimming the tops and matching white flats adorning your feet. The whole look was topped off with a fluffy white headband with bunny ears and if you turned around, a small cute white cotton tail attached to your backside. Your hair was down with light beach waves and your make up was done simple and natural, bringing out all the beautiful, natural beauty your features already had.

“Doesn’t she look absolutely adorable!?” Mine squealed, happy that she had a part to play in it.

“Absolutely delectable! Don’t you think, brother?” Yuki was at a loss for words., just staring at you like you were the only person in the entire universe.

~~~

“Thank you again, Ayame and Mine! I had so much fun!” You called to the two wonderful designers as you and Yuki left to head back to the Sohma estate.

“You really did look quite adorable.” Yuki said quietly as you two headed away from the shop. You blushed again and slightly nudged his shoulder, a silent ‘Thank you’ and ‘Stop, you're embarrassing me’. Yuki chuckled and subtly linked his pinky finger with yours.

“I’m always down for playing dress up.” You winked, locking your pinky with his.