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͏⏝ི ꒰੭﹒︵ ( WHISPERS OF FATHERHOOD )
𖧁 synops : in which their daughter is about to said their first word ˒ fluff , hcs , slight angst for kaiser’s
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after hearing the rumor that sae’s child’s first word was “dada”, rin couldn't help but want his twin daughters’ first word to be the same.
rin sat on the couch, his stoic facade as unyielding as ever ៸៸ yet the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly as he watched his twin daughters sprawled on the play mat. each girl had a thumb jammed in her mouth, cherubic faces glowing with mischief and wonder as they babibled away like they were conducting a secret meeting. you moved forward, heart fluttering with joy, longing for their first word to be 'mama.'
“come on ៸៸ girls. you know who’s waiting for you,” you breathed out dramatically, directing a teasing stare at rin.
he raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. “they’ll let it out when they feel prepared. patience matters,” he stated, his voice steady, though you could catch a hint of humor peeking through his calm appearance.
“i understand patience is key, but this moment calls for our immediate focus…” you retorted, smiling.
just then, one of the twins acquired a small bus toy, her tiny fingers encasing it determinedly. she pushed it across the play mat ៸៸ making an exaggerated “vroom!” noise as though it were hurtling along a racetrack. her sister, not to be outdone, collected her barbie dolls and began putting them into the bus, arranging them as if they were gearing up for an expedition.
“what do you think they’re plotting?” you mused, playfully elbowing rin. “the merits of ‘mama’ versus ‘dada’ or perhaps planning a toy takeover?”
rin smirked slightly, still showing his unyielding calmness. “probably plotting world domination, knowing them.”
you burst into laughter, shaking your head at their antics when one of the twins, filled with exhilaration — drooled everywhere. rin’s instincts kicked in, and he swiftly grabbed a soft fabric to wipe her mouth.
completely unprompted, his daughter suddenly said “da–da!” catching him off guard.
rin was too stunned—speechless—shocked to witness this. he couldn’t believe that all those nights spent coaxing his daughter into saying ‘dada’ had finally paid off! he smiles, just barely.
but as he leaned down, the other twin looked up at him, her bright eyes locking onto his. “sae!” she started, but it came out as “sa-yi!” rin’s expression instantly shifted, a moment of frustration flickered across his features. he wore an expression that said, “really?”.
you bit your lip to hold back a laugh, even as the moment's seriousness settled in. yet, the first twin, feeling her sister’s energy, she promptly copied in. “dada!” she exclaimed with surprising clarity, her voice ringing out like the delicate tinkle of a small xylophone in the warm room.
rin’s mood lightened up, resembling a girl dealing with recurring cramps, the previous disappointment melting away as a smile cracked his indifferent exterior. “now we’re talking,” he said, the joy evident in his voice.
you erupted in joy ៸៸ bouncing in your seat. “rin, this is huge! you’re officially ‘dada’ now!”
the first twin, buoyed by excitement, looked up from her bus, proudly stating a small, “hooray!” as if she were applauding her sister’s achievement. rin’s lips curled into a genuine smile, the embrace of pride filling him as he wiped off the drool with affectionate care.
“seems i’m outmatched here,” he remarked, shaking his head in disbelief ៸៸ but warmth shone through his voice.
“guess you’ll have to get used to it,” you replied playfully, unable to hide your smile as you soaked in the moment.
rin’s stoicism softened as he embraced the joy of fatherhood ៸៸ realizing that being called “dada” — was just the beginning of this incredible journey.
sae had never entertained the idea of fatherhood— soccer was his only passion. raised in spain, he didn’t quite grasp why he felt so different from his life in japan. it was as if he were living in an unseen cage. the unrelenting pressure to succeed and excel entirely consumed him, eclipsing any thoughts of family or an alternative lifestyle.
however, that changes when his daughter, a shining light in his world, forced him to question everything he once thought was true. every coo and giggle tugged at his heartstrings, dismantling the stoic front he had upheld for years.
the morning sun filtered through the curtains as you slipped out of the house, a gentle kiss on your daughter's forehead and your husband’s before you headed to work. sae looked at you leave, his heart weighed down but hopeful, realizing he had a rare opportunity to spend the day at home with his little girl. “make sure you encourage her to say ‘papa’ today!” you teased lightly ៸៸ knowing how much he yearned to hear that first word.
ever since he returned from italy (his latest match), having left his girls alone, he had taken a hiatus from soccer. he had spent so long chasing goals on the field. but now, the most key one was right there before him, and today, he was determined to coax his daughter into saying : “dada”.
once you left, sae found himself alone with your both’s daughter, a bundle of curious and inquisitiveness. despite his normal indifference, a gentle thrill bubbled up inside him. sitting on the ground, he observed her playing with her colorful blocks ៸៸ her little fingers adeptly arranging them. he felt a wave of affection as she concentrated, her brow furrowing in a way that reflected his own focus. “say ‘dada,’ dulce niña,” he said softly as he leaned in closer.
she glanced upward, her eyes filled with wonder. she responded with a sweet babble that made sae chuckle. “goo-goo, ba-da!” she exclaimed, her small voice brimming with energy. though he couldn’t fully comprehend her ៸៸ the sound brought him immense joy.
sae sighed with fatigue, sensing a mix of determination and the load of expectations. “ya sabes hablar eso (you already know how to speak that). but let’s try for ‘papa’ instead,” he urged, attempting to hide his mounting impatience. needing a moment to rejuvenate ៸៸ the comforting scent wafted through the air as he brewed it, providing a welcome relief. moments later, he returned to his daughter, cup of tea in hand, and watched her enjoy playing with her colourful blocks toy, making tapping sounds. as he encouraged her again to say "papa," he did so without any hopes or expectations, merely aiming to bask in the moment.
“papa… can you say it for me?” he urged softly, leaning closer. but in his enthusiasm, he accidentally sent the cup tumbling to the floor ៸៸ the porcelain splintering with a sudden crack that reverberated in the air.
he blinked in shock, momentarily pulled away from his goal as he took in the mess. “of course… i’d break a cup while attempting to teach you to speak,” he murmured, feeling a mix of humor and frustration stir within him. yet, he couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the moment.
his daughter erupted in giggles at the sound, and he couldn’t maintain his irritation. when he looked back at her, a refreshed sense of patience enveloped him. she grinned up at him ៸៸ her small face glowing with pure innocence and delight.
then, as if the universe was validating his dedication, she looked him in the eye and joyfully said, “papa!���
sae’s heart leaped with joy. in that instant, he felt an array of emotions, a profound connection emerging between them. little did he know that, after the rain ៸៸ there would always be a rainbow, and he realized that his daughter held the key to a cage of his confined world that he had never known was there.
later, he opted to celebrate by attempting to bake cookies with her, recalling the delightful times you spent together in the kitchen. however, the experience quickly spiraled into playful chaos — flour flying everywhere ៸៸ giggles echoing ៸៸ and several cookies burnt in the oven. you discovered yourself smiling wide after got back home, despite your fatigue, at the kitchen turned chaotic, while your two worlds erupted in laughter.
the clock in the grand hall of kaiser’s mansion ticked softly, a notable difference against the vibrant festivities echoing from the ballroom. bastards münchen had just triumphed over viper fc in an enthralling match, and the air shimmered with anticipation as players and staff reveled in their triumph, savoring exquisite drinks and laughter. still, for michael kaiser, the jubilant cries felt far removed, echoing without meaning.
“alexis, bring my daughter to me,” kaiser instructed his key partner, his tone leaving no room for debate. the last thing he wanted was rather be with her than consume another minute idly with this bunch of idiots commemorating with the fervor of they’ve won the world cup.
“but it’s a big win, michael! you should be—”
“i said, bring her,” he interrupted, his eyes narrowing slightly. alexis gave a brisk nod, sensing the determination in his voice and went to find the little girl who represented his everything.
as kaiser stepped aside, he walked through the lavish passage of his residence, and family portraits from his youth.
shortly thereafter, his daughter was held in his embrace, her small figure pressed against him. just before she turn one, she hadn’t yet spoken her first word—a milestone that weighed on kaiser’s heart. as he cradled her securely on his arm, he softly said, “while everyone else is celebrating the team's success, you are my genuine reward.”
his daughter met his gaze with a small giggle, evoking a shared fit of giggles from kaiser.
as he strolled through the corridor deeper adorned with large frames of cherished moments that each capturing you both memorial day back in good old day, their warmth embraced him like a gentle cocoon, yet they starkly reminded him of your absence. his daughter observed you with her big, round eyes, curiosity stirring within her like, ‘who is this?’ even at the tender age of ten months.
he carried his daughter to the bedside, where your massive frame in a picture frame smiled back at him, reminding him of all the beautiful moments you shared. the picture stood as a melancholy reminder of lost opportunities, tightening kaiser’s chest at the thought of raising her on his own.
he drew her nearer to one of the portraits, showcasing your beaming happiness moments before childbirth. “see how liebenswert (endearing) your mama was?” he said gently, a tender smile lighting up his face. “she was so excited to meet you, mein kleiner engel (my little angel). she would have treasured each moment of watching you grow.” he tenderly stroked her hair, a shade reminiscent of yours.
“if only your mama were here,” he said, kneeling slightly to bring her closer to the picture. “she would’ve spoiled you countless times in a day. kannst du dir das vorstellen? (can you imagine that?) she was wonderfully amiable and considerate, always aware of how to uplift my mood with her humor.” he felt a lump form in his throat as he spoke, the weight of your absence hitting him anew.
his eyes had ceased to shed tears when reminiscing about you, having promised himself to move beyond one of seine liebe (his love) in his world.
he glanced down at his daughter, who was serenely unmindful of her surroundings beyond her cute little bubbles. “but we’re going to make some memories too, okay? your first word… let’s make it ‘mama’.” he coaxed, his voice softening as he looked into her innocent eyes.
his daughter turned her gaze upward, her bright eyes glistening with naivety. she held a cuddly teddy bear that you bought for her and waved it excitedly. “gooo!” she exclaimed, her little face pinched in determination. kaiser felt a rush of affection as she joyfully babbled.
kaiser chuckled lightly, the sound brought warmth to his heart, yet he couldn’t ignore the ache of disappointment. “not quite, schatz. let’s try for ‘mama’ today, okay?” he teased playfully, supporting her with all the warmth he could express.
“mama,” he repeated, hoping his persistence would ignite something in her. “come on, mein kleiner engel. nur einmal. mama.”
she giggles. for a brief interval, kaiser found himself momentarily unaware of the profound void created by your absence.
he secured her with his arm, bringing her closer, and began to sway gently as if to instill the rhythm of the word within her. her little brows furrowed in concentration as she imitated his mouth movements, trying to form the sounds. “ma-ma!” she jubilantly squealed, clapping her hands together.
kaiser inched closer, anticipation bubbling in his chest. his eyes lit up with a joy he believed he had lost for good. “yes, that’s it! again, say ‘mama’!”
as she giggled, her light voice echoed with cheerful babble. “ma-ma, ma-ma!” she finally exclaimed, the sound was pure melody to his ears. a rush of bliss swept over him as he lifted her high above, a beaming smile on his face.
“you did it! you said it!” he cheered, whirling her around in his wide embrace that was meant for her before the Almighty brought the world into existence, their laughter resonated in the room. the moment seemed ethereal, as though time had frozen exclusively just for them.
“mama!” she repeated, her happiness spreading like wildfire, and in that moment, kaiser could nearly hear your laughter ringing out, celebrating with them. he lowered her gently, wrapping her in his arms, overcome with emotion.
even though you may not hear them while in a better realm, he hopes you know that your both little treasure is making him the happiest father in existence, as he should — just as you wished before moving on to a more glorious life.
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yukimiya is the perfect definition of gentleman. who dotes on you and bring gifts to your parents every time he visits. he also asks for their permission before he takes you on a date.
he's also the same perfect gentleman that talks filthy to you while your legs are in his shoulders while he's balls deep inside you. folding you into a perfect mating press.
“don't be shy, pretty girl.” he smirks. the same smile and just as filthy. what can you say yukimiya kenyu can be the gentleman you want and the one who can make you cum with just his words.
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when you have an itch on your back, you flop down on top of him and whine about the itch, writhing like a dog trying to scratch your back against him, begging him for help. he pulls a face, reels his hands back as you squirm, “why must you come to me with such demands? are you not a whole grown adult?”
“because you scratch my back the best,” you whimper. “please?”
he clicks his tongue and puts his phone to the side, “i totally wasn’t in the middle of anything, it’s fine, sure,” he grumbles, but ultimately, he lowers his hand to indeed, scratch your back, hands coming under your shirt to gently, barely, dig his nails in to quell the sensation, listening to your directions of ‘up, left, little lower.’ you mewl and relax against him as he hits the spot giving you the most trouble, and you hear him sigh.
“you’re literally like an animal,” he mutters, but you hear the smirk in his voice.
“woof,” you offer him, stretching happily as the hand scratching your back slowly stops, leaving his thumb to gently smooth over the now warm skin.
“and for the record, i shouldn’t just be the best one who scratches your back- i’d better be the only one.”
you smile and nod, not making a move to get up as his other arm rests on your back, using you as a prop to keep his phone in his hands. he doesn’t say anything, merely keeping one hand to smooth up and down your back, the other thumbing through his phone as you slowly feel your eyes grow heavy from the soft touch and the love in the air.
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02:45 am
You’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud… But I’m about to show you, baby, slow down…
You know he isn’t particularly pleased with your little sex ban. “No Nut November, what bullshit,” he mumbles, cuddling you to sleep. And as you fall asleep, you think you’re safe. But that couldn’t be far from the truth. He tries to simply go to sleep, but you just have to be a fucking tease and grind your little ass against him, his cock springing to life immediately. An eye for an eye. He teases you, groping your breasts and fingering your pussy until you’re finally awake from your deep slumber, eyes heavy with sleep yet filled with lust. You beg him to fuck you and who is he to deny you? “What a slut,” he mocks you, as he fucks you from behind, your face buried in your pillow. “Couldn’t even last two hours of your little sex ban.” He leans closer, his hand choking your neck as he turns you to the side. “But this is better, don’t you think?”
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Imagine little kid Rin Itoshi on his first halloween without Sae.
Imagine they used to go trick or treating together, and now he has no one else to go with him. So, as a homage to his brother, he dresses up as him.
He paints his hair the same color as Sae's, wears his old school team jersey and gets all cutie pattotie and then goes around saying "Trick or treat!" With a big smile on his face, like that was the best costume he ever wore. Cause, for him, it was. Even if no one knew who he was dressing up as.
That's why he always loved halloween. It reminded him of his brother.
Loved. In the past.
Because ever since Sae came back from Spain, Rin loathed everything that reminded him of his older brother. Including halloween.
Well, that was until you came.
You, his sweet girlfriend who loved trick or treating. Who dressed up for the "candy hunting" since you were a little kid.
You, who forced him to go trick or treating with you. You, the one who made him wear matching costumes. You, the girl who made Rin freaking Itoshi wear a ridiculous Robin from DC Titans costume to match with your Starfire one (well, actually Night Wing, since he's NOT going to live through the humilliation of wearing the Teen Titan's Robin one, but whatever).
You who made him love halloween again. Just like he loved you (it was not as strong as his love for you tho. He swears he can't love anyone nor anything more than he loves you).
Now, it's safe to say halloween is Rin Itoshi's favorite holiday. It's spent with his favorite person in the whole world, after all: you.
The matching costumes idea is inspired by @merlucide 's post abt bllk character's couple costumes!! Make sure to go read it and give her lots of love too <333!!
~ A/N: can't believe I forgot to post this smh. This is more like a drabble lol
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#. SOUL EATER : RESONANCE
𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿/𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. takiishi chika, umemiya hajime, suo hayato, endo yamato, sakura haruka, kaji ren & itoshi sae, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi
fluff. death weapon meister academy's best students and the resonance between you.
happy belated halloween! 500-600 words per scenario so hope you enjoy these treats from yours truly ♡
MEISTER!CHARACTER x WEAPON!READER
ITOSHI SAE
“Sae, please talk to me!” You tug at his blouse, practically pleading. “I’m sorry, okay? It just happened, and you know I’m still learning to control my powers—”
Sae’s gaze finally drops to you, cold and his face holds none of the understanding you’d hoped for. “You were being incredibly stupid,” he says bluntly. “Dr. Stein wanted us out immediately after you went out of control. When I wield you, I need to know you won’t act on your own.”
It’s not like you tried to go rogue. You’ve been with him through countless missions, pushing yourselves, and trusting each other even in the roughest of battles. But this? You bite back, your irritation rising. “It wasn’t my fault! And Dr. Stein helped, didn’t he? It’s not like I was going to die or anything!”
Your voice comes out sharper than intended, the words fueled by a frustration you can’t hold back. He knows you better than anyone and knows how hard it is to keep in sync, to keep this connection as flawless as he demands. Yet here he is, acting like one mistake makes you a liability.
“Y/N…” Sae’s tone turns low, a warning. “You were unconscious for two weeks. You don’t remember what happened. Do you want me to tell you?” His words hit you hard, hurting you more than any wound you have had so far.
He’s always held high standards for you that sometimes feel impossible. As his weapon, he expects you to be perfect—flawless, untouchable. You feel the weight of his pride as a meister, his expectations towering over you. And there’s a bitter ache that tightens in your chest as you wonder if he sees you as unworthy now as if you’re a weak link in his chain.
You exhale slowly, feeling the pressure of his stare, every unspoken word bearing down on you. “I know, I know! But it’s not fair to think I’d instantly be able to control all of that power the second it woke up in me! I’m trying, Sae.”
He sighs, and for a moment, the hard line of his mouth softens just a little. He reaches out and flicks your forehead lightly. “For someone who’s going to be with me for life, you’re rather annoying,” he says, his tone lighter. The tension eases, and every time he flick your head you know you have made up. He smiles a little and you can’t hold back as you grin.
“You’re the best,” you say softly, finally stepping forward and pulling him into a quick, impulsive hug. You press a light kiss to his cheek, the gesture small but he is used to your affection and he takes everything you have to offer. He rolls his eyes, but there’s a ghost of a smile in the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, yeah. You should be the best, too.”
TAKIISHI CHIKA
The night sky is colored with stars, tiny silver shards that seem to tease you with promises of power and action—things your meister, Takiishi Chika, rarely lets you offer. You sit on the cold stone steps, arms draped across your knees, watching him fight without you, again. He’s a human inferno slicing through enemies like it’s nothing. For all his talent, he refuses to call on you, even when a single second of hesitation could mean his life.
You sigh, looking back at the stars, counting them just as you count each missed opportunity he has to use you. If only Takiishi would stop being so... Takiishi. The battle finally ends with him victorious, but there’s no acknowledgment of your presence—no glance your way, no word of thanks for even being there. He simply turns and begins walking off, leaving you alone on the steps.
“Takiishi!” Typical. You groaned, launching to your feet and jogging to catch up with him. “You can’t just leave me like that! Hey, are you even liste—”
Finally stepping in front of him. He pauses, looking past you, expression cold and bored. “Move,” he says, his voice flat and utterly indifferent, flames still flickering across his body as if they, too, ignore you.
“I won’t move until you realize that this is teamwork,” you counter, setting your stance. “You can’t do everything alone.”
“I don’t care. You’re in my way. Move.”
The indifference is like a cut, sharper each time he says it. You clench your fists, feeling the familiar ache of unspent energy ripple through you. “Fine. If that’s what you want, then maybe I’ll ask Umemiya. He’ll be more than happy to partner with me.”
The second Umemiya’s name slips from your lips, Takiishi’s face barely shifts, but something flickers in his eyes, gone in a flash. You feel the weight of his stare, and it makes you feel powerful that you have your meister in such an unusual state. It’s almost enough to make you stay but you take a step back, ready to leave, but his hand reaches out, catching yours.
You turn, surprised to find a softness in his face, he looks… lost. Vulnerable. “What?” you ask, brow arching. He doesn’t answer, just tightens his grip slightly. He’s like a wolf trying to hide its wounds, but you’re not about to let him off that easily.
“Don’t go...” he finally mutters, eyes avoiding yours. For someone who doesn’t want to rely on you, he sure hates the thought of anyone else doing so.
“And you suddenly care when I mention switching partners?” you retort, your voice softer now, realizing just how much the idea unsettles him.
Before you can question him further, a monster lurches from the shadows behind you. Takiishi’s hand snaps to your shoulder, pulling you behind him protectively, his flames flaring up in a blaze that makes the night momentarily glow. His eyes meet yours, this time without words, but you know what he’s asking.
You sigh, offering him a small, resigned smile, and nod. Maybe he’s stubborn, cold, and reckless—but he’s your meister, and for better or worse, you’re his weapon. He needed you now. Transforming and letting your power flow into his hands, trusting him to wield you to your fullest.
You would always be the strongest weapon in his hands, because even if he’d never say it, you were his, and he was yours.
MICHAEL KAISER
His hand trails through your hair, fingers brushing against your scalp in slow, gentle strokes that lull you deeper into rest. The exhaustion of yesterday’s training took a lot of energy and it’s hard not to sink into the comfort of him beneath you. His chest rises and falls steadily under your cheek, matching the rhythm of your breaths.
“You’re that tired?” His voice is soft, a whisper more to himself than to you, but you manage a faint mumble, not bothering to move. It earns a small chuckle from him, and he pulls you closer, his hand never stopping its movement through your hair. “Still, you did well today. Especially against Isagi. That was impressive,” he murmurs. There’s a hint of pride there because he is so proud of you. He never expected less from the best weapon and girl in the whole wide world.
“Mmm, otherwise you’d still be complaining about losing,” you mutter, words muffled against his skin. Your fingers trace lazy patterns across his tattooed shoulder, and you can feel him smile at that. The Academy, your training, the never-ending cycle of challenges and rivals—it’s not important now when the two of you relax in his room.
You barely notice as your breathing slows, and the last thing you feel is his hand brushing your hair from your face before sleep overtakes you completely.
But all too soon, the alarm rings, pulling you out of the warmth of his embrace. You groan, stretching as you peel yourself off his chest, and the soreness from yesterday’s battles immediately makes itself known. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you stumble to your feet as you walk over to where your uniform is laid out. You catch a glimpse of Kaiser stretching beside you, his hair tousled from sleep, his expression as groggy as yours. Yet somehow, he’s already flashing that smirk of his, the one he knows you can never fully ignore.
“You always look good when you’re about to kick ass,” he teases as you pull on your jacket, adjusting the fit around your shoulders. “Especially Isagi’s ass.” The playfulness in his eyes tells you he means it, though it’s more than just a compliment. It’s his pride, his own way of showing you how much he values you by his side. He can’t resist adding fuel to the fire, of course, but there’s this satisfaction of always being the winner, his appreciation for you and the way you fight.
“Shut up,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, but the smile slips onto your face before you can stop it. Kaiser grins, knowing he got through to you, knowing that he’s managed to start your day and remind you exactly why you’re here with him. As you finish dressing, he is in his uniform too, now wrapping his arm around your waist ready to go out and show you off, because as exhausting as it all is, being his partner—being the one he trusts, the one he praises and boost his ego—it’s something you wouldn’t trade for the world.
UMEMIYA HAJIME
Everywhere you go, you hear whispers. First-years talking, pointing in your direction as if you’re something out of a storybook. "That's Y/N,” they’d say, praises dripping from their mouths, “Umemiya’s death scythe." There’s admiration there, and maybe even fear. After all, a weapon as powerful as you is rare, and with a laid-back meister like Umemiya, it seems like an odd pairing.
He’s known for his easygoing nature, approachable smile, and willingness to help anyone with anything… even if it’s absurd. To you, this sounds noble in theory. But in practice? It means moments like this one, where you’re looking down at your meister with your arms crossed, his hands clinging to your legs as he begs you to transform.
“Please, Y/N! I left my gardening tools in the shed back home, and we’re already here! Can’t you just… you know, turn into a scythe? Just for a few quick cuts!” You can only gaze down at him. A death scythe, being used to prune vegetables. The absurdity of it makes you grit your teeth. “Ume, I am not doing that! I’m a Death Scythe, not a hedge trimmer!” You try to shake him off, but he clings tighter, not one bit fazed by your irritation.
“Please, please, please!” he insists, hugging your legs harder. “I’ll cook for you, whatever you want! The most delicious meals, I promise!” He looks up at you, blue eyes pleading that would make a saint roll their eyes.
You narrow your eyes, pretending to consider. “Let’s see…” You tap a finger on your chin, drawing out the answer as long as possible just to make him sweat. “Eenie, meenie, miney… No!”
He sulks, face crumpling as he clutches at you dramatically. “Y/N! I thought you were my partner in crime! Partners always have each other’s backs, right?”
“Oh, don’t even try that on me,” you huff, crossing your arms tighter as you look away. “We are not partners in vegetable cutting.”
“Y/N!” he cries, the pouty lip and big eyes coming out, that was so immature for a strong leader and Meister, but that's just who he is.
“Umemiya Hajime,” you say, voice sharp and final, making him flinch. That full name is your last resort, and he knows it. “Go buy some vegetables from the market. I’m not wasting my energy on this.” Finally, with a sigh, he lets go and stands, running a hand sheepishly through his hair as he gives you a look of innocent exasperation.
“Fine, fine,” he mutters, deflated, but the spark never leaves him. “You win.” You’re about to turn away, feeling victorious, when he clears his throat, looking at you with a warning in his eye. “Just… to let you know, though, we’ve got to help an older couple with tree cutting tomorrow. They really need it.”
Your jaw drops and your eyes go wide. “What?”
He smiles, trying to look innocent. “Hey, they’re really nice! And they could use a little help from the strongest weapon-meister duo in the academy…”
You take a deep breath, feeling your energy drain just thinking about it. "You're unbelievable, Ume."
He raises both hands in surrender, laughing nervously as he grins, wide and bright, completely unaffected by the exasperation in your voice. It’s times like this when you wonder if you’re the meister and he’s the weapon. But one thing’s for sure: whether he’s charging into battle or begging for garden work, Umemiya Hajime is going to be the death of you. And if he pulls another stunt like this? He just might meet the wrong end of his own scythe.
NAGI SEISHIRO
“Sei, please!” you say, as you stand in front of the couch. “I’ll get you that new game if you accept this mission!”
Nagi Seishiro doesn’t even open his eyes. Instead, he gives a long, drawn-out sigh as he stretches his arms out behind his head, his tall frame too long to fit comfortably on the couch. His legs dangle over the edge, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Honestly, he seems to enjoy lounging around more than he enjoys actually doing his job as your meister.
It’s not that he can’t do the work. No, it’s the opposite. Nagi is ridiculously skilled—maybe even one of the best—but he’d much rather spend his time avoiding the responsibility altogether.
Missions? Too much hassle. Classes? Why bother. Training? He’s already good enough. Meanwhile, you’re trying your hardest to uphold your reputation, keep your grades up, and, most importantly, collect souls to be stronger. But none of that seems to matter to Nagi unless it somehow involves him not being bored during the mission or anything that has to do with moving.
He cracks one eye open, glancing at you with that familiar sleepy stare, “New game, hmm?” he mutters, finally giving you his attention.
You nod, your hands pressed together like you’re praying, “Yes! It's the new one from the series you like. With the best graphics and battles, you know the bes–”
“Hmm…” He rolls onto his side, considering if he should take up your offer. “Sounds like a lot of work.”
“Exactly,” you counter. “Just like this mission is going to be for us. But if we succeed, Lord Death said he’d give us a few days off, and… I’ll use that time to get you the game. You’ll have something new to play instead of replaying the same one a hundred times.”
The promise of the game seems more than appealing. He pauses, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he scratches his head. “But this mission’s rated hard, isn’t it? Ugh… fighting tough enemies is such a pain.”
“Yes, but it’s nothing we can’t handle. You’re a genius, remember?” you say with a smirk, hoping to stroke his ego just enough to sway him.
His options between taking the mission and going back to sleep. Finally, he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Alright, fine. I’ll do it. But you better make sure you get me that game.”
You can’t believe that it took you all of your savings for a game, but you managed to pull him out of his comfort zone. As you gather your things and prepare for the mission, Nagi is already stretching out his arms, yawning. “Let’s make this quick, okay? I want to be back before I get too tired,” he says, already planning his next nap.
“Yeah, yeah, lazybones,” you mutter, walking out of your home, but even as you roll your eyes, you can’t help but smile. If tricking him with video games is what it takes to get your lazy meister in action, you’re more than willing to make that deal every time.
SUO HAYATO
“Come on, if you keep hiding things from me, I’ll keep seeking,” Suo’s calm, playful voice trails behind you as he walks with that unchanging smile, hands clasped leisurely behind his back. But you keep your gaze fixed forward, pretending you didn’t hear him, or at least, trying to. That relaxed, endlessly patient look of his was somehow just as frustrating as it was comforting, especially when you were feeling out of sorts. You know better that he is no stranger, he is your meister, and he knows when something is troubling you.
“I said I’m fine.” It comes out as a rude remark, and you immediately regret it. You stop, pressing your lips together in frustration, only to feel the softness in Suo’s eyes on you as he stops too. You turn, and though you try to fake your expression, the sadness in your gaze betrays you. He notices it all—of course, he does.
“Breathe in, then out,” he says softly, his hand settling on your shoulder. “I’m here for you.” His voice wraps around you like a safe embrace, and before you can stop yourself, the tears start falling. Your meister pulls you close without hesitation, his pristine white chang-shan serving as an unintended handkerchief.
You swallow, finding your voice as you mumble, “It’s just… Endo said I’m not worthy of being in Bofurin…” Your voice is muffled by his clothes, but he seems to catch every word. Each tear, each word, he hears and feels it. Your soul is connected to his so gets to experience your pain.
Suo’s hand moves gently over your back in soothing circles. “Ah, Endo,” he chuckles lightly, unfazed. “I should have guessed. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you, as usual. Remember how he did the same with Sakura?” He leans back slightly to meet your gaze, even if one eye is covered by an eyepatch. You blink, remembering that day. Sakura had been angry and lost after one of Endo’s comments about him. But he’d risen above it, and you had admired his strength then, just as Suo had assured him he was worthy. Now, it feels like he’s giving you the same gift of perspective.
“But what if… what if I’m not as good as him?” you ask, voice trembling. “What if he’s right?”
Suo’s expression softens, and his gentle smile stays. “If you weren’t capable, I wouldn’t have chosen you as my weapon,” he says simply, his words holding nothing but the truth. “Endo wants you to feel lesser because that’s his tactic, his way of keeping others from growing. But you don’t have to give him that power.”
You take a shaky breath, letting his words settle. The doubts lose some of their weight in the light of his quiet confidence in you.
“Besides,” he adds, his tone playful, “That guy lives to get under people’s skin. You don’t need to believe everything he says.” He winks, and you can’t help the small laugh that escapes. There he is again, always finding a way to make you smile.
“Now,” he continues, holding your hand in his, “How about a tea date instead? It’s been way too long since we’ve had one, and I could use an excuse to relax with my favorite and only girl.”
MEISTER!READER x WEAPON!CHARACTER
BACHIRA MEGURU
As Bachira’s laughter echoed down the school halls, you couldn’t help but smile, clinging tighter to his shoulders as he dashed ahead, but with him everything is more fun when you don't do things normally.
“Bachira, slow down! We’re gonna fall!” you said, more like screamed in his ear, your words nearly drowned out by his wild laughter. And as much as you enjoyed it, sometimes he went a little too far.
“Not a chance!” he shot back, barely avoiding a janitor’s cart as he took a sharp turn. You tighten your grip, feeling the wind rush past as the hallway blurred by. Finally, with a screech of his sneakers, he stopped just outside Lord Death’s office, grinning back at you. “Arrived at the destination! Kisses can be used as payment.” He tapped his cheek with a smug look, and you rolled your eyes but leaned in, giving him a quick peck.
“Not the best drive,” you muttered as you slid off his back, “wouldn’t recommend…but will see if I would do it again.”
Opening the door, you straightened up, slipping into professional mode, though it was hard with him right behind you, still buzzing with energy. In front of you, Lord Death stood by his massive glass mirror, wearing his jagged, dark robes and that cartoony skull mask that had a way of being both silly and terrifying.
“Lord Death, we’re here,” you said, trying to balance respect and calm as you addressed him. "What did you call us for?”
“Ah, Y/N and Bachira! My favorites! Please, please make yourselves comfortable,” he replied, gesturing toward a table absolutely loaded with cakes and sweets. Without a second thought, Bachira made a beeline for the table, already stuffing his face with something chocolatey as you tried to listen to Lord Death’s orders.
“Now, now,” Lord Death continued, “I need the two of you to retrieve this missing item. It’s a secret mission, so remember: not a word to anyone. It’s for your safety.”
You nodded, glancing over at Bachira, who now had chocolate smeared all over his face, looking like a kid who’d just discovered sugar. “Fo yu feef fus fu fo fere fand—” [So you need us to go there and–] he tried to say, his mouth completely full. But he was cute and was excused by such informality and Lord Death enjoyed how the young weapon was so himself.
You shook your head, amused, and finished the sentence for him, “And get the job done as fast as possible.”
“Pricelessly, yes!” Lord Death clapped his hands together. “You two make an excellent team!”
You shot Bachira a look and handed him a napkin, wiping away the chocolate smears with a grin. “If we’re going on a secret mission, we might as well look good.”
Your partner just laughed, grabbing you and hauling you back onto his shoulders, bright yellow eyes sparkling with his never ending playfulness. “Hold on tight, Y/N! Next stop: victory!”
“Not again!” you yelled, clinging to him as he left Lord Death’s office at full speed, rounding the first corner so sharply you almost slipped. But you knew he’d never actually let you fall.
Lord Death watched you both go, shaking his head with a smile. “Ah, youngsters. Full of life.” He knew there was no better duo for the job.
ENDO YAMATO
It was supposed to be a simple mission: slip in, take out the Kishin, collect the soul, and get out. No complications, no distractions. But when Endo was involved, even the simplest things became… well, complicated.
“Did I ever tell you about the time Takiishi used me in that fight against the ninja guy?” he whispers, just a little too loud. You shoot him a glare as you crouch low, scanning for any signs of the Kishin lurking in the shadows. But Endo, oblivious to the situation’s demands, just keeps going. “Seriously, it was incredible! The way he wielded me—I'm telling you, it was like magic! I mean, you’re amazing, obviously, but this guy? The two of you together would be unstoppable.”
Your patience was wearing thin, and it was showing. You glanced over your shoulder, whispering in a low, scolding tone, “Endo, would you shut up for once? We’re supposed to be done with this by now.”
He just smirked, leaning against the cold stone wall as though this was a casual night out instead of a mission. “Aw, come on, doll. What’s the rush? We’ve got all night to take down one little Kishin." watching you with those eyes that showed nothing good, "Besides, don’t you think you need to loosen up a bit? You’re always trying to be ‘Miss Perfect.’ But you’re already the best, hands down.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes. There’s no way you’re letting his endless banter derail the mission. You extend your hand. He takes it with a lazy smile, intertwining your fingers just a little too slowly. “Transform, now,” you whisper, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand in yours and the playfulness in his eye.
Just then, you hear footsteps, a shuffle in the darkness. Instinctively, your grip tightens, and Endo shifts, his form glimmering as he becomes a sleek, polished pistol in your hand. The perfect weapon for one clean shot.
“Right on target, or I’m putting you in detention,” you mutter, aiming carefully. A soft chuckle echoes from the weapon in your hand.
“Only if you’re the one giving it to me,” he teases, his voice vibrating through your body.
You don’t bother responding, steadying your aim. Pulling the trigger, the shot resonates in the silence as the Kishin collapses. A faint smoke drifts from the barrel as Endo shifts back, grinning as he strides over to collect the soul—a glistening blue orb hovering above the remains. He snatches it with satisfaction, letting it vanish into his mouth as this was his dinner, but he is always ready for dessert.
You’re already turning to leave when he catches up, nudging your shoulder. “So, now that we’re done here, think we can swing by the party? Takiishi will be there, and—”
His words trail off when he catches your unimpressed look. But as always, he doesn’t give up. Instead, he steps closer, tilting your chin up with his tattooed fingers. “Or maybe,” he murmurs, his voice low, “I could show you a little more of what I can do. Just the two of us.”
You smirk, catching his hand and intertwining your fingers as you start leading the way back to the academy. “You’d better make it worth my while, then.”
He chuckles, that lazy, cocky sound trailing after you. “Oh, you know I will, doll. Anything for you.”
ITOSHI RIN
You’d been searching for him all day, irritated, annoyed but not surprised. Why does he have to pick a fight with Isagi again? Poor guy probably didn’t even do anything this time, just breathing and existing. But Rin’s temper? It seems to have a strong trigger, and you are fully prepared to be the one to finally make it go off on him.
You scanned the room, spotting your friends who gave you sympathetic glances, some even knew what was coming. When you finally spot Rin sitting at his desk in class, like he doesn't care about anything in the world, he's just there.
Without a second thought, you shove the classroom door open, and it bangs against the wall with a force that pulls every head in your direction. Even Dr. Stein, who usually comments on such disturbances with some dry remark, raises his eyebrow at you, his mouth opening. But one sharp look from you shuts him up. He knows better.
“Itoshi Rin. Out, now.” Your voice is hard as steel, nothing like the sweet tone you save for casual days, when you’re both training, laughing, maybe even getting along for once. But today, this? This is all business, and everyone knows that if you’re mad enough to pull him out of class, he’s in trouble.
Rin just rolls his eyes and scoffs, pushing himself up from his chair and sauntering to the door. You let the door close behind you with a polite, “Excuse us, Doctor,” as you exit. Stein just sighs, casting a pitying look at Rin’s empty chair.
Behind you, someone whispered, “Think she’s gonna be the first meister in centuries to kill her weapon?”
Dr. Stein gave an unbothered shrug. “I’d like to see the body afterward, for... scientific purposes.”
Outside the classroom, you stop, crossing your arms and tapping your foot. Rin is slumping against the wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he stares at you, his expression completely unbothered. He seems to be waiting for you to say something, but you wait for him, pressuring him to do something.
“What do you want?” he finally mutters, almost as if he’s bored.
“What I want,” you begin, warning him with that tone, “is for you to stop with this ‘I’m going to kill Isagi’ nonsense.” You can’t keep the anger out of your voice, but you do try to stay calm and controlled. He needs to understand that you are serious without having to scream it in his face. “Rin, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be the best. But you know as well as I do, we don’t need to crush everyone else to prove that. Not him, at least.”
He’s staring at you, but it’s clear he’s listening to you, but he doesn't hear. He finally scoffs, mumbling, turning his head in the opposite direction to avoid you. “As if.” What he hated the most was to be told what to do.
You take a step closer, pressing a finger to his chest. “Listen, I don’t have all day to deal with this. I don’t care if you have a grudge or if he has better luck sometimes. You’re my weapon. And that means you follow my orders.”
Rin’s eyes flash, and he grabs your wrist, his grip firm as he leans down just enough to be intimidating. “I do whatever I want.” You yank him closer by the shirt, unflinching. “And I can crush your soul if you ever cross that line with me again. So don’t forget, Rin—who’s the one with the control here?”
For once, his blunt expression falters. You’re not sure if he’s backing down…or if he’s just considering something else. Either way, he releases your wrist, mumbling under his breath, but for now, he’s been put in his place.
SAKURA HARUKA
"Can't you run faster?" As you leap from one rooftop to the next, Sakura's voice echoes in your head, scythe held tightly in your grip. To achieve his ultimate form as a Death Weapon Scythe, Sakura needed to consume the soul of a witch, and tonight, you had one within your sight. “Shut up! I'm trying my best here," you snap back, spinning the weapon instinctively to keep your balance. His groan vibrates through your hands as he starts to feel dizzy.
"Huh?! This is your best?" he taunts, irritated by your fighting, more like defending yourself. Your patience finally snaps, and you grind to a halt, releasing his weapon form as he transforms back to his human shape beside you. His expression is just as fiery as yours, brows knitted, eyes blazing. His sharper-than-normal teeth peek out in frustration.
"Sakura, stop! I’m fed up with your attitude," you say, barely keeping the anger out of your voice. He stares back at you, unyielding. "I'm your weapon for a reason, remember? Because you’re supposed to be one of the strongest Meisters out there. Don’t make me regret my choice of picking you."
The tension between you crackles, the adrenaline and frustration of the hunt mingling into something that even Lord Death won’t be able to stop, as he tried so many times to teach you to be one with your partner. But before you can respond, a voice interrupts from the shadows, lilting and playful, just what you need right now.
"My little pumpkins... I’m so sorry to interrupt," the witch croons, hovering just above you in the sky. Her glittering eyes shine in the moonlight, a smirk playing across her lips. "Are we going to do this tonight, or should I come back another day?"
The two of you whirl on her in perfect unison, “Shut up!” you shout, voices harmonizing as she pouts, clutching her hands to her chest in mock hurt. But you’re too caught up in the moment to notice the glint of magic in her fingers. Before you realize it, she’s already begun her spell. A sudden pulse of energy knocks Sakura against you, making you stumble on the edge of the rooftop.
You feel yourself losing your balance as the ground rushes up toward you, but Sakura’s arms find their way around you, his grip tight in fear of not letting you go. Instinctively, you clutch him back, bracing for a rough landing.
But instead of cold pavement, you crash into something soft and oddly bouncy, breaking your fall with an unexpected jolt. You open your eyes to find yourselves surrounded by squishy pumpkins conjured by the witch’s magic. You’re still tangled up with Sakura, his arms wrapped around you protectively, as he is more concerned now than angry. Your safety was his number one priority, even if you had arguments most of the time you had missions.
"Such cuties you two are!" the witch giggles, waving her fingers at you like she’s saying goodbye. “Well then, until next time!”
And with that, she vanishes, and your weapon mutters something under his breath, finally letting go of you as he stands up, brushing off imaginary dust with an embarrassed frown. You can’t help but smile at him, as he helps you stand up, handing his jacket to you as he walks forward, hands in his pockets as he sneezes and little air hearts appear around him.
"Soul resonance, huh?" you say knowing this won’t be the last time you’re stuck like this together.
ISAGI YOICHI
It was training time, the kind where you and your weapon partner go head-to-head against another meister and weapon pair. But this wasn’t just any opponent; this was Michael Kaiser, who had a habit of voicing his unwanted opinion about your partnership with Isagi. And, of course, Isagi chose him. His determination to take on Kaiser was fierce, and despite your reservations, you went along with it.
Running side by side, Isagi transformed into a set of shurikens, sharp and deadly, perfect for an offensive strike. You launched forward with a powerful kick, targeting Kaiser directly. He countered quickly, his weapon Ness—perfect, yet irritatingly well-matched partner—swinging to meet you.
"A strong meister like you using him? That’s so low of you, meine Prinzessin,” Kaiser taunted as he dodged your kicks, punches, and Isagi’s whirling shuriken form. His smirk was only growing wider as he grazed your defenses. Every time he opened his mouth, his mocking words were something you wish you could just cut with your weapon.
“Shut up, you stupid Emperor,” you spat, gripping Isagi as he shifted into his katana form, readying for another attempt to close in on Kaiser. You sliced left and right, and your movements were calculated, though the Emperor evaded most of your attacks. The best you managed was a slight tear on his shirt—a minor victory, though not satisfying enough.
“A girl like you, so strong, settling for a weapon like him?” His voice dripped with disgust as he angled Ness, testing your patience. “You deserve more than someone who thinks life’s a puzzle to solve. So much more. It’s honestly… cute, watching you struggle.”
It took everything not to let his words worm into your mind. You knew he was trying to rile you up until you’d snap and lose control. He wanted you to get reckless, to expose a weakness he could exploit. You clenched your fists, steadying yourself. You weren’t going to let him get the satisfaction.
“Isagi, I swear, I’m going to kill you for picking him instead of Barou,” you muttered through gritted teeth, tossing a glance at Isagi mid-battle. He chuckled nervously, though he knew just as well that this rivalry ran deep.
You darted forward, throwing Isagi in his shuriken form in a high arc behind Kaiser, who barely gave it a glance, his eyes pinned on you as you closed in. The fool thought you’d just thrown Isagi away.
“Oh, finally giving up and throwing out the trash?” Kaiser sneered, that self-satisfied smirk still painted across his face.
You mirrored his smirk, feeling the satisfaction bubble up as you locked eyes. “Quite the opposite. I’m taking it down.”
In a flash, Isagi shifted mid-air, transforming back into his human form just in time to land on Kaiser from behind, knocking him to the ground. Before Kaiser could react, you pressed a foot to his chest, holding him down firmly. Isagi stood beside you, eyes shining as he looked down at Kaiser with that victorious smirk.
“Who’s unworthy now, Emperor?” Isagi’s voice was laced with mockery, enjoying every second of the results. Kaiser, winded but not defeated, glared up at you. But even he couldn’t deny that for once, he’d been outmatched.
KAJI REN
You're patrolling the streets of Death City, trying to find the Kishin that has been disturbing the peace for a few days now. Beside you, Kaji Ren walks, hands in his hoodie pockets, a lollipop perched between his lips as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Headphones cradling his ears, pulsing with the beats of a very familiar song. Just as you’re about to comment on his distracted state, he freezes, eyes narrowing as he spots something moving in the shadows.
Without thinking twice, you reach out, snatching both his lollipop and his headphones when he barely has time to register the theft before you’ve popped the lollipop into your mouth, its sugary taste spreading across your tongue. Kaji’s eyes widen, and for a second he looks stunned, ready to make a witty remark but you’re already moving, sliding the headphones over your ears, the music from your shared playlist flooding your senses, pumping up your adrenaline.
“You—!” he starts, but he’s already transforming, his body twisting in a flash of light until the cold steel of his scythe form lands firmly in your grasp.
The music pulses through you and the beat matches your footsteps as you lunge toward the Kishin. With Kaji in your hand, you dance around the creature, slicing it as you move to the rhythm. You could feel his irritation vibrating through his blade form, and if he’d been human, you’d bet he’d be yelling, but his words are muffled by the blasting music in your ears.
“Y/N, watch ou—” You grin to yourself, knowing you don’t need the warning. You leap high, spinning mid-air, and bring Kaji down killing the Kishin with a powerful strike. It vanishes quickly, leaving only its blue soul glowing in the aftermath.
Landing gracefully, nodding your head to the rhythm as you pull off the headphones and let Kaji return to his human form. His mouth opens, clearly ready to throw an insult, but before he can get a single word out, you press the headphones back into his hands with a nonchalant smile.
“Yes, yes. Here you go. Return what I’ve taken,” you say, casually, popping the lollipop back into your mouth. “But I’m keeping this,” you add, twirling the sweet between your teeth. “It’s just too good to give up.”
“You won’t even he—” His protest dies as you press a finger to his lips, your teasing smile flashing as you look up at him, “Shhh, Ren. You’re so cute when you’re mad, you know that?” The faintest hint of a blush creeps into his cheeks, his brows knitting together, making him look even more annoyed. You always cut him off, you didn't listen to him and he was mad, but at the same time, he was too enraged to say anything. Turning away, looking forward to your next task—if only to tease him more.
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I want your ego. Go berserk for me.
Blue lock S2E5
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I think it's adorable that the bald spot Shidou gave Igaguri turned out to be heart-shaped.
Honestly, I might be misunderstanding the words, but I think Shidou's actions were intentional, and that's so, so sweet! Like, he is generally perceived as a violent, aggressive and obscene person when in reality, he is just a sweet lil lad who'd, probably, draw little hearts all over you if you allowed him.
Awwwwwwwwwwww!!
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THEY DIDN'T ANIMATE BACHIRA EATING PASTA
this anime fucking SUCKS
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Loving Kaiser.
notes: omg I began writing this after reading his backstory ☹️💔 finally fixed it and brooo.
genre: angst/fluff
wc: 550
warning: like 1 curse word, Kaiser spoilers?
Michael Kaiser is not an easy man to be around. He’s arrogant, rude, petty, egotistical— the list could go on. Yet despite his flaws he has become a powerful predator in the world of soccer, and gained quite the popularity.
The moment Kaiser saw you, he couldn’t help but find himself drawn to you. The way you carried yourself, your mannerisms—it was captivating. But what truly intrigued him was that you wouldn’t take his bullshit. He’d throw out a condescending remark, expecting you to shrink away like everyone else, but you would just meet his gaze steadily, refusing to be intimidated.
You had witnessed the way he used his sharp tongue like a weapon, cutting down anyone who dared to cross him. His taunts were almost a performance, delivered with a confidence that left others reeling.
He tested you with his usual arrogance, belittling comments, and dismissive gestures. Yet, you remained unshaken, standing your ground with a quiet strength that both infuriated and fascinated him.
You were uncontrollable, and he hated that. He hated that he couldn’t dominate you, it made him feel weak. Whenever you would stand your ground it would remind him just how insignificant he was.
The way you would look down on him would fuel a fire in his gut.
But, you didn’t do that. And Kaiser knew that.
You were patient, understanding, and compassionate. You saw beyond his flaws, accepting him for who he was. You thought of him as an equal.
Slowly, imperceptibly, Kaiser found himself falling for you. He tried convincing himself it was anything else than that, he told himself it was curiosity or fascination.
But with anyone else, he would have already turned away, wrapped himself in his defenses before they could reach him. But with you… he didn’t want to run.
Kaiser had never believed he could love someone, nor did he ever believe he could ever be loved. But meeting you absolutely shattered his convictions.
He loved you, Michael Kaiser loved you.
And you loved him.
“Do you always talk to people like that?” you once asked, your voice calm but firm. It was a simple question, but it hit him harder than any insult. For the first time, he found himself at a loss for words.
You saw through his facade, seeing the insecurities and fears he worked so hard to hide. When others would have walked away, you stayed, offering patience and understanding instead of judgment.
He could not hide from your omniscient eyes. He was utterly, and completely exposed in your presence.
Kaiser let out a light scoff, shaking his lowering head. His eyes dare not meeting yours.
“I don’t know any other way to speak.” He spoke, his voice dry and blank.
You had no reply, you just looked at him. And he knows how you were looking at him— pity. And the last thing he wants is your pity. He would rather gouge his own two eyes out than see that misplaced, solemn expression on your face.
You slowly reached out for his hand, carefully intertwining your soft warm hands, with his calloused cold ones.
He didn’t fight it, he just allowed his hand to rest in yours. Maybe, maybe, just for this moment, he could let himself believe he wasn’t alone.
You both sat there in an unspoken silence, understanding each other completely.
And that was the day, the little blonde boy inside him felt seen and loved.
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❤︎ | no thoughts, just biting karasu's biceps ╰ feat. karasu tabito x gn! reader
On the field, Karasu was the one flagging down enemies—overpowering them and shutting them down completely. He was a force to be reckoned with, so to speak.
But in your shared space at home, he felt more of a prey and you, the predator.
Sometimes you'd sneak up on him when he least expects it. But you typically strike when he's at his most vulnerable A.K.A when he has his arm around you.
"Ow! D'ya have to bite me that hard?" Karasu yelped, putting space in between the two of you as you sat on the couch. The movie in the background continued to play as he stared at you, head tilted and eyes slightly narrowed.
You shrugged. "It's not my fault. You're the one walking around with bite-able arms on display."
Karasu sighs at your antics. "Oh? It's my fault now?"
"Seems like it."
You two stare at each other for a moment as if trying to read what's going through the other person's mind. Then, his usual smirk adorns his face.
"Guess I gotta keep the goods hidden."
Your eyes widen at his words. This little...
"No... you wouldn't..." A pleading—almost desperate—expression paints your face. Karasu swapping out his normal black tank top for—God forbid—a long-sleeved sweater would be a crime.
"Oh, yes I would, darling," he teases.
Even more staring ensues. He had given up trying to read your mind a minute ago, but that look on your face tells him his teasing was working too well...
Or maybe not.
Slowly, you crawl over back to him—invading his space. Your flat lips curved into a smile. His own grin had faltered the closer you got to him. Perhaps he had an idea what exactly is in your head right now.
"Well then—gotta get my fill before you keep these," you say, poking his bicep, "away from me."
A look of exasperation crosses his face. "Yer one insatiable thing, aren'cha?"
And that—you are.
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╰ author's note his biceps will be never safe around me, just saying
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"This cage must be too small for you. I'll set you free. I want your ego. Go berserk for me".
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☆ oliver aiku vs. his ex!
synopsis: oliver aiku was always a ladies' man. a sadistic one, at that. he enjoyed playing with emotions, enjoyed being in control, enjoyed ruining women at the whims of his heart and dick. so, when he decides he's had enough of his cheerleader!gf and breaks up... why does she not look upset? in fact, why is she brushing him off, acting like he didn't mean shit to her?? huh? guess it's upto him to remind you just what a wonderful boyfriend he is. pairing: pro soccer player!oliver aiku x cheerleader!gf cw: hate-sex. marathon sex. making a sex tape. nsfw includes: fingering, penetration, creampie, oliver being a bitch and lowkey toxic. NOT PROOFREAD. wc: 2.9k
oliver aiku wasn't an actor by profession. no, he was a soccer player. the entire world knew that by now, you knew that by now.
yet the way he had clasped his hand — intertwining his digits — and looked at you with his pretty face all furrowed, you may as well given him an oscar for best actor.
"it hurts me to do this. it really fuckin' does." oliver nodded, splaying his large palm against his muscled chest, "but, i'm afraid it's just not working out between us."
you almost wanted to laugh in his face.
so, this is why he had booked a reservation at the same restaurant he had asked you out at just two months prior.
you could recall that night as if it was yesterday. the winds were unforgiving as you had sat on the same table in the same balcony area. that night, his heterochrome eyes were locked in on yours and he smiled so softly when he asked you out. words candied, so awfully, awfully sweet: "'s you and me, baby. forever."
how funny that forever lasted 2 month and 6 days.
now, the same dim overhead lighting panted the man in a subtle glow, hiding his dark intentions just as well as it hid the dips and curves of his facial features.
he reached for your hand on the table, methodically rubbing circles into your skin as his eyes bore into yours. he repeated, "you get me, right, baby?"
you almost did laugh in his face.
stifling your amusement under the guise of sadness, you nodded, "i understand it all, oliver. all too well, at that."
you knew oliver was a sadistic man, a man that replaced women with the flick of his fingers. something in him got off at their spluttering breaths, their wide eyes as they tried to ask him questions: but why? why do you want to break-up? oliver, why? why, why, why?
too bad you weren't one of those girls at oliver aiku's feet.
maybe he had forgotten that you had known him for ages, that you were well-versed with his tactics — being the captain of the national japanese cheerleading team. maybe he had forgotten that you knew what kind of man he was long before he started chasing after you. and maybe he had forgotten that if he tried to ruin you, you'd ruin him thrice over.
covering his larger palm with yours much smaller ones, you leaned forward. the swell of your tits was a sight to see, your cleavage so delicious against that low-cut dress but it was your words that made oliver aiku question his sanity, "i really get you, oli. with your career and mine, it's just so hard to make this work. i was gonna suggest the same. we should really break up."
what?
whatever flickers of amusement were left in his heterochrome eyes turn to ashes, sinking within his tanned skin as he physically froze. his eyes took you in, words barely pushing past his lips, "what?"
"you're right." you patted his hand sympathetically, "we should break-up, baby."
the two of you sat in silence, basking each-other in as the chatter in the background faded off. suddenly, the sensual ambience of the restaurant turned into one of stark... confusion...?
the man opened his mouth, pretty lips parting before closing again, and again, and again like a goddamn fish out of water.
"right. right." the man finally breathed out, shifting backwards in his seat and nodding, "i'm glad we both agree then."
"thanks for the meal, oliver." you smiled, pulling your hands back to your lap. your posture straightened, eyes tangling against his in such a cruel dance. "i'm so glad we could end this mutually."
"of course," the man rasped, trying to mask his disappointment at your level-headed tone.
why weren't you in shambles yet?
his lips wobbled as they fell into a smile, and the gesture left some sort of sick, twisted satisfaction in your gut.
oliver grit out, "i'm glad too."
that was two weeks ago, and you had walked away from the restaurant with heart well and intact. oliver aiku was a language you were well-versed in, after all. he was destruction, ruination, he was everything you should stay away from.
but now... the real question was: if oliver aiku was soo glad that you broke up, then why was he running towards you after winning the championship quarter-finals?
sweat dripped off the planes of his cheeks, down his jaw and into his jersey. he cleared his throat, completely ignoring your teammate who had been talking to you seconds prior. his eyes zeroed in on you, "oh, didn't see you there."
the man huffed, eyeing you in your tight-fitting uniform. the man in question smirked, keeping up with his own nonchalant attitude, "how ya doin', sweets?"
"didn't see me?" you repeated with a jump in your brows, "you didn't see the cheer team throughout the match? have you lost your vision, aiku? or worse, your mind?"
"oh? have i?" the slight, seductive lilt in his voice never gave up and you stared daggers at him, "what is it, aiku?"
"how was that, huh?"
"how was what?"
"my... play? the game?" the man slowed his speech down as if you were not comprehending him thoroughly.
"good, i guess?" you shrugged, still turned towards the teammate that seemed to sense the tension between you two. as if on cue, she left you to alone. walking away with the signature ponytail swaying with each graceful step.
you dragged your gaze back to the man and waited for him to spill. and spill, he did.
"i was thinking about the break-up." he finally fessed, a hand flying up to tame his unruly hair, "and i think it may have been a mistake."
a smirk threatened to break out on your lips but being a woman of class, you cooed instead, "but i do think it was the right decision. i don't think we should get back together, oli."
"what? f'real?" he panted, wiping a hand to get rid of the sweat that was cascading down his forehead.
you just hummed.
"what? jus' asking." and he grinned — unabashed, uncaring that the whole world might make when they see his crazed expression, "dont'cha miss me? be honest. don't you miss my dick? bet i can get you to come back with just an one night sta—"
"—nah, you're too tiny, aiku. it won't get the work done."
of course, the former captain didn't lose his cool. instead, he laughed — the kind that made your skin crawl and sent a violent, hot throb down to your core. his heterochrome eyes narrowed in some sort of evil satisfaction and he dragged his hand over his stubble so, so slowly.
he finally leaned in, "you want me to ruin you? ya wanna gamble your life like that?"
"can you?" you paused, purposefully looking at him with those doe-eyes, "can you 'ruin me', oliver?"
"hah." he pulled back, giving you an easy smile, "trying to push all my buttons? you have no idea how this'll end for you."
you nodded, "you think you'd scare me, aiku?"
"baby..." his voice was a drawl, words so well-pronounced, "i'd do you worse than that."
maybe you forgot that if you tried to ruin oliver aiku thrice over, he would go for a nasty total of four times instead.
"oli— a-aiku." your breath stuttered as his silhouette became blurry. hot tears pricked at your lash-line as he bullied his digits deeper and deeper into your cunt once more.
his pace was inhumane, fingers still playing against your gummy walls till he found the spot that was your kryptonite. and then, he kept assaulting that very spot over and over again. over n' over n' over again till your back arched and moans tore out of your throat so pathetically.
"i can't. i can't. ca-can't." you babbled — fucked so dumb on his thick fingers — as he tried to pull your fourth orgasm out of you, "a-aiku."
"ah." he hummed, his fingers fucking into you so, so mean. his pace slowed only so that you could focus on his rough voice, "tch, look right here."
his digits moved with purpose, their purpose being your ruination. and you lost yourself in the feeling of your stomach tightening, another violent orgasm trying to pry itself out of your aching body.
you were pulled into reality with a harsh squeeze of your cheeks. your teary eyes widened, wobbling lips falling into a forced pout as oliver repeated himself, "look into the fuckin' camera, doll."
"o-okay." your eyes dragged upwards from man to the tripod set at the edge of the bed. your shaky vision took in the metallic luster of his phone and you tried to focus.
"okay," he rasped, "now tell 'em how good i'm fucking ya." he cut himself off with a laugh, "ah, wait i haven't even fucked you yet and you're still so fucked out, isn't it?"
"no-oh." a harsh slap to your throbbing clit had your head rolling backwards. oliver hummed, "i asked you to speak up," another harsh slap had you gasping, "so, speak the fuck up."
"i-" your voice wavered pathetically, eyes barely focused on the camera that was perched a few meters apart, "i fuckin' hate oliver aiku."
"oh?" his amused laugh hit your core, hot breath playing with your overstimulated cunt. his fingers steadied, the impending orgasm that was just now knocking at your door dissipated with each drawled out second.
"oh?" he laughed again, this time slowly pulling his fingers out, "you hate me?"
"i- i do." you almost cringed at the weak resolve in your voice, and cringed once again as you failed to meet his eyes. oliver stared daggers at you, pushing his pretty fingers past his hungry lips to finally taste you.
"hmm," he hummed against his digits, popping them out lewdly, "you taste so fuckin' sweet but you're a mean, lil' thing. aren't ya?"
"yeah, i am. why?" as your body finally caught a break from his unyielding acts, your voice grew firmer, "are you having a tough time handling me?"
"you're so cute." the soccer player raised himself upwards and caged you in under him, muscled back rippling with each step forward. his fingers hooked under your chin, voice so soft, "why do you hate me?"
the very next second, he was off you. clad only in his boxers, oliver aiku carried himself to his phone and removed it off the tripod. bringing the device to you, he started a new video, "how about you tell all the reasons you hate me to the camera?"
"wh-huh?"
the phone was handed over into your shaking hands and you stared at your flushed face in the front camera as the camera kept on recording. your eye makeup was a mess, highlighter and blush smudged as lipstick dragged off of your lips to your chin.
"go on." oliver dragged his boxers down and you to his lap. with one smooth motion, his achingly hard cock was inside your abused cunt.
"o-li-ver." his words were mere syllables as your eyes clasped shut. his hips rutted upwards, his strong hands wrapping around your waist as he kept fucking into you. the mushroom tip dragging so deliciously against your g-spot.
"go on," he grit, words a desperate command, "tell the camera w-why you hate me, doll."
"first, you're so me-mean sometimes." you caught your face contorting into pleasure as oliver kept up with his pace.
"am i?"
"mhm." you nodded, one hand shakily clasping the camera and another wrapping around his shoulders to stablize yourself. he dragged his lips down your jaw, his stubble a familiar scratch against your skin, "what else?"
"you keep flirt—ingh ah, ah, ah wi—with other women, oli." he inhaled your scent, obscenely licking at the thin layer of perspiration on your neck, "and?"
"and you're s-sho," your words slurred at his sudden hard thrust within you, "pretentious."
he smiled against your skin, words so scratchy as your velvety walls milked him to his demise, "using big words now, pretty?"
your eyes met his in a lewd, charged dance. the long-forgotten video still getting filmed in the background as he captured your lips in a messy kiss; all teeth and spit and sins.
"'m not dumb like ya," you breathed against his kiss-bitten lips for a bare second before your lips clashed against his again. a strong hand travelled up your spine, the touch so intimate as he pounded his cock up into your cervix.
"o-oli," your hand shook, another wrapping around him as your hardened nipples rubbed against his hard, muscled body, "'m gonna cum."
"not yet." the man babbled, "not yet. not yet. finish telling the camera why you hate me."
"i ha-te you." you nodded, eyes drooping dangerously as you tried to speak into the phone, "i hate oli 'cause he only da-dated me to... fuck, oli. he dated me jus' to break up."
"did you not wanna break up?" the man cooed, though the undertones of his voice revealed the dark satisfaction of your admission, "ya said ya wanted it."
"i— i did."
"an' now?" his eyes bore into your face, words so desperate that they dangled at the edge of insanity, "say you love me."
your eyes widened, sanity clearing only for a moment to deny his hurling accusations, "i don't."
a harsh roll of his hips had your eyes rolling back again, had your manicured nails sinking into his tanned skin and had your jaw slacking open just for his to kiss you senseless.
"say it." he mumbled against your lips, drunk on you, "jus' say it. say y-you love me, doll."
you found yourself losing your senses as he fucked into you with one harsh rut and then another, and another. a hand snaked lazily between your writhing, sweaty bodies to play against you long-neglected clit, "c'mon. spill, doll."
"i do." you nodded finally, lips wettened by your crazed kisses and body molding to his corrupt touches, "i love you, oli."
"good girl." he smiled against your glossed lips, "say you want me back."
you repeated after him, a mindless husk of a woman at his disposition, "i wan' you ba-ah fuck 'm gonna cum."
"say it."
"i wantyouback." your words mushed together as you finally felt your orgasm clash against your own body. your thighs shook, the limbs closing tightly against his well-defined waist and his phone dropped from your limp grasp onto the luxurious bed.
"good girl, jus' like that." oliver nodded, his words so very dark as you finally fell limp against his body. his hand methodically soothed you, rubbing patterns into your back as he fucked his erection right into your overstimulated core.
heavy breaths stuttered out of your used body, eyes clasping shut at the feel of his warmth against your entire skin and the mess he was making against your puffy folds.
"fuuuck." his hips came to a stutter, arms growing tighter against your ribcage as the man emptied himself within your inviting, plush cunt with a pornographic moan, "fuckin' hell, i forgot just how good you feel like this."
the sticky, white-ish liquid dribbled past your fluttering cunt and pooled within you two. oliver pushed you a mere inches away to bring his hands to your face. as his heterochrome eyes burned into yours, the warmth from his palm seemed to seep into your cold cheek... but now, his touch felt too hot, as if it would char you.
oliver aiku gave you a smile — a dangerous one — and the dimple in his cheek came alive, "i'm so happy we're back together, baby."
wait, what???
but before you could question him, before you could take a pause and wonder aloud, his syrupy lips caught yours and he shushed you, "shh, 's okay. jus' go to sleep, baby. i'll clean you up, okay?"
"but oli—"
"—baby." his words were gentle, actions so soft as he laid you down on the bed and kissed your forehead, "just sleep, doll. we can talk tomorrow, right?"
and you nodded. how could you not as he dragged his strong palms up and down your sore body and mumbled sweet nothings into the pliant, night air?
the next morning, as the sun shone past his glass windows and onto your sleepy face, you saw a half-dressed oliver hovering on the side of the bed.
"what?" you asked lazily, rubbing the sleep off of your eyes. half aware that you were still in his bed, you stared at him confused.
"what?" he repeated with a dopey smile.
"what'dyou want?" your words slurred, the morning voice creeping in within the syllables.
"nothing." oliver grinned, bending down to boop your nose with his index, "jus' wanted to say goodmorning to my beautiful girlfriend."
your eyes widened, body shooting up so fast that your forehead collided against his dense head, "—ouCH!"
"jesus," the man staggered, rubbing the area you had assaulted with his index and middle finger, "what?!"
"you were serious about that?!"
"you were not?" he quipped, and you shook your head as if he was the insane one, "obviously not."
"ah," oliver aiku nodded — as if in a deep thought — before looking down at you. flickers of amusement swam in his irises, lips lopsided and twisted as he looked at you as if you were his personal lab rat, "well, too bad we're back together now, doll."
what the fuck.
a/n: OLIVER AIKU THE MAN YOU AREEE. I LOVE TO HATE YOU. MY CRINGEFAIL HUSBAND FOREVER MWUAH MWUAH. tagging: @moodswing101 @actuallynarii @5hoe1 @mininji @scara-simp69 @heartfeltstarry @keimorii because like why, not?
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It's lukewarm shut up.
▸Blue Lock S2 •EP05 •
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Thinking about (lovesick) Hiori Yo keeping a diary.
His parents have always been emotionally unavaible. For them, Hiori was nothing more nothing less than an experiment, the one destined to be what they've always wanted to be and yet never managed to acomplish: someone who wears the title of being "the best in the world".
He also didn't have much (if any) friends. All his time was dedicated to football practice, so the only people he talked to (aside from his parents) were his teammates. And they were nice, sure, but they were not his friends. They were more like acquaintances. The only one he could really call a friend was one of his teammates, Karasu Tabito, and even so he still didn't feel comfortable enough talking to him about the complex thoughts he had.
Because of that, he's never had anyone to talk with. No one to confide about his feelings and emotions. No one to talk about how he wanted to leave his home house (that place didn't feel like a home). How his parents fucked up his sanity. How he didn't really like football that much.
He couldn't keep all these things inside his head anymore. He needed to pour these feelings out. That's why he decided to start a diary.
Grabbing an old notebook and one of those common blue pens, he started writing. The diary was his most treasured possession. It stayed locked inside his bedside table, being away from all of the prying eyes.
Writing felt good. He wrote about his strained relationship with his parents. About soccer practices. About gaming tips. About pretty much everything.
His thoughts about many different themes were written there. That's why his journal didn't really have a specific theme.
Well, at least in the beggining it didn't have.
Because ever since a month or so, all the pages on his diary began to revolve around a girl. You.
He met you during a rather boring math class. The teacher was rambling on and on about algebrics or whatever, and time seemed to freeze because of how utterly shitty the endless class seemed.
"His explanation sucks, doesn't it?"
He heard a female voice coming from beside him. When he turned to the direction of the sound, he saw the prettiest girl he had ever met.
Her hair framed her face perfectly, it's color matching her eyes in the most beautiful way Yo had ever seen. The smile she had on her face seemed to shine, and Hiori found himself smiling back, too.
"Yeah" he sighed, then looked back at the teacher
"I just wish the old hag would shut up"
"I wish he would just shut up"
They spoke at the same time.
Looking at eachother, they both began to laugh. Hard. Clutching your stomach and tearing up kind of laugh. Snorting like a pig laugh. Wheezing. Hitting the table with your fist to try and stop with the loud laughing, but being phisically incapable of stopping.
"Hiori Yo and (Name) (Lastname). Do you want to share with the class what made you laugh so hard? I'm sure they want to laugh to."
"N-No, mister. We're sorry. We-We'll stop" you answered, still trying to stiffle your laugh
"Do not interrupt my class again, or else I'll send you both to the principal's office"
"Okay sir." Hiori answered, not believing a word the teacher said but still a little scared to have his parents find out he went to the principal's office
"Hiori Yo, huh?" You said "It suits you"
"Thank you, miss (Name) (Lastname)." Hiori smirked "Your name is very pretty. It also suits you"
"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?" You smirked, a mischevious and playful glint on your eyes.
"N-no!" Hiori blushed hard, averting your gaze. His accent got stronger like it always did when he became nervous, and he was quick to correct himself "I-I mean, yes! You're very pretty! B-but I didn't mean to say t-that. Not that you're not pretty! Is just that..."
He was interrupted by the sound of your laugh mixed with the bell signalizing the end of the school day. It's obnoxious sound was such a contrast from your sweet, honey-like melodic laugh.
"Don't worry, I was just teasing you!" You smiled at him, grabbing your backpack and getting up "Well, see you on the next advanced math period, mister Hiori Yo"
You then quickly left, leaving behind a red and speechless Hiori.
He has been obsessed in love with you ever since. He wanted to be with you all of the time, no exceptions. You were just so nice! It seemed like his problems disappeared when you were near. Life seemed brighter, and even his parents noticed the change in his behavior. He was more carefree, happier, lighter.
And never once did he forget to write in his diary. In fact, he wrote about you so much he decided to rip the pages about his parents and other things and make the journal solely based on you.
He wrote about the dates he wanted to go to with you. Wrote about how he wanted to hold hands with you, kiss you till you're both breathless, stargaze with you, game with you. Do basically everything with you.
He detailed how he wanted to confess to you: you would both be in a park, having a picnic, when he would suddenly pull a bouquet from his backpack and put his feelings on the table, making it clear he viewed you as more than a friend. And then you'd laugh and say you like him too, making fun of his strong accent and how much effect you had over him.
Not that he'd mind. As long as your attention was on him, you could humilliate him all you want. He was pathetic.
He even wrote about your wedding, the petunias he wanted to give you and how Hiori (Name) had such a nice ring to it.
He wrote everything in his diary. And that was his fatal flaw.
Because he also wrote about how he wanted to spend his practice time with you. How he wanted to give up on soccer and move in with you to a house on the countryside, just you and him. How he sometimes skipped practices just to go out with you.
"Mom? Dad?"
He would never have thought that, one day, he would forget to lock the diary up. And who would've guessed it would fall in the hands of his parents, who have no idea of privacy.
"Yo, we need to talk about this"
When Hiori saw the notebook in his dad's hand, he swallowed dry. He felt like crying just by imagining what they wanted to discuss about.
Maybe they didn't read it. Yeah, maybe they still respected their son, at least a little bit.
"W-what? How did you..."
"It was on your bed." His mom answered, a stern expression on her face "me and your father came to an agreement after reading it, and..."
"You read it?!" Hiori was furious and sad at the same time. Not surprised, no. He knew they would've done this. "You can't do this! My personal thoughts are in there! It's my diary! You're invading my privacy!"
"Bullshit. Teenagers do not have nor need privacy" his father cut him off "Whatever. What matters is that we read about that (Name) girl. And we've decided..."
No. He can say anything but what he thinks they're bout to say. He can't handle that.
"We don't want you around that girl anymore. She's getting in the way of your football practices. That's why...
We're moving you to a different school."
No...
No.
NO!
"No she's not!" Hiori screamed, pleaded. He wished that for once his parents would listen to him, think about his feelings at least one time. "I love her! I swear I'll do double the practice! Just, please. Please don't do this" his voice was wavering. He was weak. "Please don't keep her away from me. Please."
"We do this cause we know what's best for you. We're your parents. We know you better than yourself." His mom tried to reason.
"No you don't!" Hiori screamed "She's the best thing that has ever happened to me! You can't do this to me! You can't decide these things in my behalf!"
"We're your parents. We can and we did. End of discussion." His dad gritted out, not an ounce of empathy in his face. "And we also decided you're not keeping a diary anymore. We don't want you hiding things from us."
With a swift move, he threw the notebook inside the fireplace.
"NO!" Hiori screamed, running to collect the ashes and try to save the diary, but it was already too late.
In his knees in front of the fire, Hiori cried. The flames were dancing around as if mocking his sadness, laughing at his disgrace.
He stayed there for so long he lost track of time. His parents were no longer in the room, deciding to finally give their son space. But he didn't want space.
He wanted you.
He stayed motionless until the last flame was unstinguished. And when it finally was, so was his hope for a better future. A future without his parents playing with the strings of his life all the time, treating him like a puppet. A future with no pain.
A future with you.
And so, a single page that survived flew and fell in front of him.
He picked it up.
Dear diary,
I think I can make up with my parents. I didn't told her about the whole situation since I don't want to burden her, but from what she heard, (Name) said we just need to talk. And maybe she's right. Maybe they'll like her just as much as I do, and we can be a big happy family. She makes me feel like everything is possible. I'm sure I love her, and I want to spend all my time by her side...
He couldn't read it anymore.
With a scream, Hiori tore the page apart.
~A/N: Sorry anon, idk how to write angst ☹️
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