#culinary majors is this good idea or no!!!

[pigeons-with-jello]

you know what maybe ill go to culinary school

[sailf1sh]

It's time...welcome to sailfish ranting about his Grandline University au. (Plus a lil wip teehee)

Thanku to @rougherduckling for helping me with the ideas 😌

GRANDLINE UNIVERSITY AND AQUARIUM

- Set somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico

- A university and aquarium with a heavy focus on marine preservation and study

RORONOA ZORO

- Early childhood education major

- Works at a youth center

- roommates with Sanji

- Likes kids, and wants to teach kendo and give kids good opportunities he didn't have growing up (perhaps relating to Kuina's death)

- Semi-adopted by Mihawk (runs the youth center or kendo place) and Perona (sister figure, Mihawk is her adoptive dad, and fashion/textile major)

- Doing it for the kids ™️

SANJI

- Culinary major

- Comes from California (Zeff owns the Baratie there)

- Very preppy (stark contrast to Zeff) and thinks he's hot shit

- Delayed Bi-panic over his roommate Zoro

- Very confused by Zoro and definitely hates him ™️

- French??? Idk he got really mad one time and started yelling french

- Claims to be from California, but is DEFINITELY French

- Witness protection????? His ass will not tell you anything

MONKEY D. LUFFY

- Undeclared

- Came to Grandline because Ace and Sabo went there (Ace is a dropout who started traveling the world, Sabo got his degree and became a politician/equal rights activist)

- No idea what he wants to be, but he's gonna have fun doing it!

- His village pitched in to send him to school (Garp could have done it, but tbh he forgot about this kid, Dragon supplies money behind the scenes)

- The one who dragged everybody together

- Shanks is his father figure (Shanks is a cool marine life rescuer that works with the Aquarium)

NAMI

- Meteorology major, Architecture/cartography minor

- Seen the bad side of poaching and hates it

- Came to Grandline because it has the best to offer in the way of Meteorology

- Meets Vivi in an English class

- Best friends with Zoro WLW and MLM solidarity

USSOP

- Photography major, journalism minor

- Childhood best friends with Kaya (medical art)

- Tired of Sanji's shit ™️

- Keeper of friend group secrets (release him)

- Someone takes pictures on campus sneakily and puts it in the university newspaper/newsletter and nobody knows who (Sogeking)

TONY TONY CHOPPER

- Med student

- Child prodigy ™️

- Got in on a really good scholarship

- Knows Law (surgeon), VERY intimidated by him

- Just a lil guy :3

- Friends with Kaya

NICO ROBIN

- Teacher of all, and works on archeology digs with the university

- Kind of just knows everything

- Outwardly innocent, FREAK on the inside

- Likes that slutty mechanic

- Her students think she's nice, but are low-key scared of her

FRANKY

- Mechanic, and Engineering teacher

- Biggest "be who you are, for your pride~" man on campus

- Will stop class to rant about it ^

- DOWN BAD for Robin

- His students think he's weird at first, then become his wingman (group chats will be made)

- Exclusively wears shorts (he would wear nothing but the university won't let him)

BROOK

- Just...a guy? Who is this guy actually

- Luffy's friend

- OLD. He changes his answer every time someone asks

- Kinda just shows up on campus and plays music

- People like him, but are very confused by him

- Only Luffy knows the truth

JIMBE

- Marine Biology teacher, and works at the aquarium

- Chill dude ™️

- The adult of the adults

- I'm sorry Jimbe I still don't know enough about you

VIVI

- Political science Major

- Works for equal rights and change within her country

- A Princess????

- Pretty woman..... - Nami probably

- Science classes with Nami

SHANKS

- Sends Luffy to bother Buggy

- 'ahaha...come get slushies with me and I'll call Luffy off.'

- Lost his arm to a shark saving Luffy

- Marine life rescuer

- Works with the aquarium

- Goes out with Mihawk on occasion, Buggy gets way too pissed about it

BUGGY

- Theater teacher

- Luffy fails his class and keeps retaking it

- Shanks' ex

- Students egg Luffy's dumb shit on

This au is very much the silly one of my aus, with a big Y2K/2000s vibe XD

We have a few silly plotlines (and angsty ones teehee) drafted up, but who knows perchance I will make a post on those too! I'll probably make a post about Hellfire au soon too (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Also the playlist for this au if you're interested 😏

🌊GRANDLINE UNIVERSITY🏝️

[charliegyrth]

Halloween Before and After

October 31, 2023

I met Mario at a Halloween house party near campus. He was Tarzan and I was a pirate. Match made in heaven.

I saw him through the crowded room. Shirtless. Bronze muscles bulging. He smiled at me first, as if I was some hot stud. As if I could possibly compare to him. I smiled back but was too afraid to approach him. (On some level, I thought it was a Halloween trick. This guy was way out of my league.)

He walked toward me, smiling wide enough to show the adorable gap in his front teeth. “I like your eye patch,” he shouted through the thumping music. That was his opening line. Cheesy, but it worked on me.

“I like your loin cloth,” I shouted back.

“Mario!” he shouted.

“Jake!”

We could barely hear each other, so he grabbed me by the wrist and guided me into the quiet backyard. It was a cold night, but Mario didn’t seem to mind. I guess his muscles insulated him.

“So. Jake. How’s your Halloween so far?”

“Uneventful.” I didn’t want to tell him that I felt deeply uncomfortable at the party, that my oversized, too-flamboyant pirate costume made me feel self-conscious, that I had no idea why a hot guy like him was talking to a non-entity like me.

“Well, it’s a big night for me. A really big night.” He smiled as if he’d just made a secret joke. “I, um… know you from sociology class. Professor Keating. I’ve always wanted to introduce myself.”

“There’s like 200 people in Keating’s class,” I said. (Slight exaggeration.)

“Exactly. Two hundred people, and you’re the only one brave enough to stand up to that tyrant.”

“Oh. That.”

He must’ve been talking about last month, when Keating had made some snide comments about the body positivity movement. He was one of those professors who got off on saying purposely controversial stuff and then shooting down any students who stood up to him. A crusader against PC culture or whatever. You know, one of those professors.

I’d grimaced at a lot of the things he said, but I’d never had the balls to say anything until he started talking nonsense about how it was good to fat-shame. How “not all bodies are beautiful.” I personally wasn’t fat. (In fact, I was noticeably underweight, and I came from a family of short, thin people.) But for some reason, his words really upset me and I pushed back. He absolutely tore into me, like he tore into anybody who disagreed with him. It was humiliating.

“Do you regret standing up to him?”

“I probably will once our grades come in,” I joked. “But no. Screw that guy.”

Mario smiled. I’d just said what he wanted to hear. “Yeah. Screw that guy.”

We shared a silent moment together. His dark eyes reflected the light from the jack-o-lanterns behind me. God, I wanted to kiss him so much. And it wasn’t because he was ridiculously good-looking. It was because… I don’t know. Because he was pulling me toward him like a magnet. Giving off this raw energy. Warmth.

I could tell that, somehow, he was as interested in me as I was in him.

“What’s your major?” he asked, switching toward the more standard getting-to-know-you phase of the conversation.

I told him about how I was studying business and taking culinary classes on the side. I talked about my internship at Lascari’s, a high-end restaurant in Scottsdale.

And in turn, he told me about his literature classes. And his time on the wrestling team. And his family’s Mexican restaurant up in Lake Havasu.

The restaurant business was the big thing we had in common. But we had a bunch of other stuff in common, too. Swimming. A passion for horror movies. Very similar political beliefs. After talking for over an hour, I felt deeply comfortable with him.

And deeply attracted, of course.

“So why is tonight such a big night for you?” I assumed he was going to talk about his deep love for Halloween. (Which… I get it. I loved Halloween, too. Despite the awkward parties.)

But then he got weirdly serious. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Tonight’s my last night in this body.”

“What?” I thought I heard him wrong.

“Let’s sit down.” He led me toward a gazebo decorated in cobwebs and plastic spiders. It was much darker inside. We sat together. “How would you describe my body, Jake?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“No.”

“Um, muscular. Tan. Very attractive. Slightly hairy. Hot?”

“Agreed,” he answered. “Not to sound conceited, but yeah. Most people think I’m hot. And I show it off. Hence the Tarzan costume. But… it’s not really the body that I want. I’m going to change it, starting tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?”

Instead of answering my question, he took my hand and placed it on his beefy pec. I could feel his heart beat underneath. Then he led my hand toward his stomach, where he let my fingers trace the deep lines between his abs. He let go of my hand and I pulled away, though I really wanted to keep touching.

I felt myself getting hard, but I still didn’t understand what he was trying to say.

Finally, he got to the point: “I’m going to cover all this in fat, Jake. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to stop exercising and spend every afternoon eating until I pass out. I’ve done research into fitness, nutrition, pharmaceuticals. I have a detailed plan to gain as much fat as I can, as fast as I can. My goal is to become morbidly obese. It’s what I’ve always wanted. So tonight, I’m celebrating the end of my old life.”

I didn’t say anything for a long time. I knew he wasn’t joking. And I knew from his anxious smile that, despite how matter-of-fact he sounded, he was nervous to tell me all of this. I had to be careful with how I responded.

Deep down, his confession horrified me. He had a body that anyone would kill for (a body that I would kill to be with), and he wanted to destroy it. Not only was that unhealthy, but it was… a shame. I knew that gainers existed, and I’m the last person to ever kink-shame someone, but my God. Choosing to be morbidly obese, that was disgusting. This guy was nuts.

But he’d chosen me to confide in because of how I stood up for body positivity, so I couldn’t say anything negative. I couldn’t argue with how he wanted to live his life.

And more importantly, I knew that if I played my cards right, he’d take me back to his place and f*ck my brains out. This was my one chance to be with an absolute muscle god. All I had to do was say the right thing. Tomorrow, I’d wish him the best and leave him to his own weird kink, but tonight, while he was still perfect, I’d ignore his craziness and have a good time.

“It sounds like you’re very determined,” I finally said. “I know it won’t be long until you get the body you were meant to have.”

He kissed me with such hungry passion that I knew I’d told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

***

October 31, 2025

“Jake! I need help tying up my loin cloth!”

“One second, babe,” I called from the kitchen. “I’m still mixing your shakes.”

After pouring the thick liquid (a combination of condensed milk, butter, ice cream, and weight gain powder) into a thermos, I rushed back into the living room.

Mario stood in the center of the room, completely naked. He’d been getting his Tarzan costume ready for the last twenty minutes, and yet he didn’t have a single bit of clothing on. God, he depended on me for everything.

I glanced around the room. “Okay. Where’s the loin cloth?”

He looked confused. “What do you mean? I’m wearing it.”

I immediately burst out laughing. I walked toward my fiancée, hoisted up his belly, and saw the loin cloth already wrapped around his waist. His fat pad bulged out of it obscenely, the fabric stretched so tight that I could even see the tiny bulge of what was his once-massive cock. He’d outgrown the loincloth a hundred pounds ago, but it didn’t matter, because it wasn’t even visible under his hanging stomach fat.

“Real talk,” I said. “You look f*cking amazing, but there is no way you can go to the party at our restaurant dressed like that. People will just think you’re naked.”

“But I’m not,” he said. “This is the costume I always wear.”

I let go of his belly and it flopped back into place. “Did you see yourself in the mirror?”

“Yeah,” he said mischievously. “I know I’ll get arrested if I wear this in public. But…”

“You just wanted to see my reaction, huh?”

I kissed him on his chubby cheek, pressing against his wobbling thigh so he could feel how the sight of him had immediately sprung me to attention. I was bulging out of my board shorts. (I chose a surfer costume this year.) “Well, you got a reaction out of me.”

I really wanted to take him into the bedroom, but then we’d miss the party. This was Halloween, our favorite holiday, and we couldn’t waste it by staying at home. Besides, we had to make an appearance at our restaurant. People were expecting us.

I circled around to his back, where the loin cloth had turned into a barely noticeable thong between his globular cheeks. I pulled it loose, letting the fabric fall to the floor.

“Okay, the Tarzan costume’s out. You can wear a bedsheet and be Fat Caesar? How about that?”

He agreed. We really didn’t have any other choice. I handed him a shake to keep him occupied and went into the bedroom to strip our bed. The sheet was purple, but it would have to do. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants (to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions) plus a couple safety pins. I also grabbed the framed photo on our dresser. Then I returned to the living room.

By then, Mario was back on the couch. I guess he’d been standing too long. He looked at everything I had in my hands. “What’s with the picture? Is that part of the costume, too?”

I sat next to him and handed him the photo. It had been on our dresser for two years now, so of course he recognized it. But you know how it is. The longer you have a decoration, the less you notice it.

It was a photo that we’d taken on the night we first met. We were posed in front of the party house, minutes away from going back to his place. Our mutual friend Sara saw us together and insisted that she record the moment. (I tried to tell her no. At the time, I assumed that Mario was going to be a one-night stand, not the love of my life. Thank God she didn’t listen to me.)

We had our arms around each other, both smiling.

I was practically swimming in my loose pirate costume. God, I was so boney back then, before Mario let me use his home gym and taught me all the exercises that he used to do.

And Mario, of course, was Tarzan. Before he grew a muffin top. Before his pecs melted into moobs. Before his chiseled jawline sprouted a second chin.

“We looked so different back then,” Mario said, nostalgically but not sadly. “That was, what? Two hundred pounds ago?”

“A bit more,” I said, patting him on the belly. “Sorry you can’t be Tarzan again this year.”

We both had fond memories of last Halloween, when he’d recreated the look. His gut was much firmer back then, so he wore the loin cloth just fine. Tarzan with a beer belly. He got a lot of comments.

“Do you remember what you said to me that night?” Mario asked.

“I remember saying a lot of things.”

“After I told you that I wanted to get fat. I was so nervous to hear your reaction. But you said, ‘I know it won’t be long until you get the body you were meant to have.’ Those were the exact words I needed to hear. Proof that you believed in me. And that you wanted this as much as I did.”

I didn’t then, but I do now. At the time, his confession had seriously freaked me out. I thought we’d have a one-night thing and I’d exit his life forever. But it had been such a good night, and then the next morning, when he started overeating, I was surprised by how turned on I was. And when he asked me to feed him… And when his body started to soften… And when I had to help him with simple tasks… And when we incorporated food in the bedroom… And when his moobs came in… And when he demanded belly rubs... And when… And when… And when…

With every step of his gaining journey, I grew closer and closer to my big, beautiful man. And now, two years later, I can’t understand how I could’ve ever been disgusted by the idea of weight gain. He’d built a perfect body for himself, and I was so lucky to be along for the ride.

Mario placed the picture on the coffee table and finished the rest of his shake. He burped a little because he knew I found that cute.

“Okay,” I said. “We’re done with the memory lane stuff. Stand up and I’ll put on your costume.”

I slid the sweatpants up his thick, dimpled legs. He spread his arms wide, letting his upper arm fat dangle beautifully, and I wrapped him in our sheet.

“Happy Halloween, babe,” he said.

“Happy Halloween.”

The End!

You can find all my stories here.

This story was also included in my anthology ebook Fatter for the Holidays.

[astrologydray]

♉️Taurus Mc in the each of the degrees🐂

If you have a Taurus Midheaven (MC), your career and public image are shaped by Taurus’ themes of stability, persistence, and material success. Taurus MC individuals often seek careers that provide long-term security, financial growth, and a sense of craftsmanship or beauty.

• 0° Taurus (Taurus Point) – A strong presence in career; drawn to finance, beauty, or luxury industries. Natural ability to build long-term success.

• 1° Taurus – Hardworking and practical. Prefers steady career growth over risky ventures.

• 2° Taurus – Values comfort and security; may seek a career in real estate, banking, or the arts.

• 3° Taurus – Creative and business-minded. Success often comes through persistence and reliability.

• 4° Taurus – A slow but steady climber. Might achieve recognition later in life.

• 5° Taurus – Drawn to careers involving beauty, aesthetics, or tangible results (e.g., fashion, design, culinary arts).

• 6° Taurus – A strong work ethic and patience; prefers careers with long-term rewards.

• 7° Taurus – Grounded but needs to avoid career stagnation. Could thrive in finance or agriculture.

• 8° Taurus – Practical and ambitious; can accumulate wealth through strategic planning.

• 9° Taurus – Has a strong sense of purpose. May seek work that aligns with personal values.

• 10° Taurus – A natural provider; could be successful in hospitality, wellness, or business.

• 11° Taurus – May have a creative or artistic streak. Prefers work that allows for self-expression.

• 12° Taurus – Strong connection to nature; could excel in environmental work, agriculture, or healing arts.

• 13° Taurus – A steady and reliable worker. Known for their consistency and trustworthiness.

• 14° Taurus – Determined and patient. Success comes through endurance and loyalty.

• 15° Taurus – A deeply sensual and artistic energy; could thrive in music, design, or luxury markets.

• 16° Taurus – Grounded but ambitious. Has a good balance of patience and drive.

• 17° Taurus – May have a strong financial instinct. Could be drawn to banking, real estate, or investments.

• 18° Taurus – Prefers stability over risk. Might resist change but thrives with persistence.

• 19° Taurus – Hardworking and practical. Success often comes later in life after consistent effort.

• 20° Taurus – Drawn to careers that involve tangible rewards. May excel in entrepreneurship.

• 21° Taurus – Has a refined sense of taste; could be involved in fashion, art, or culinary fields.

• 22° Taurus – Stubborn yet reliable. Best suited for long-term career building.

• 23° Taurus – Could be a financial expert or someone who helps others build wealth.

• 24° Taurus – A slow but strategic thinker. Thrives in stable work environments.

• 25° Taurus – A talent for creating beauty and harmony in their work.

• 26° Taurus – Determined and resourceful. May build a legacy through persistence.

• 27° Taurus – Strong-willed and patient. Can turn ideas into profitable ventures.

• 28° Taurus – A master at sustaining success. Likely to gain wealth over time.

• 29° Taurus (Anaretic Degree) – A powerhouse in their field. This degree intensifies Taurus energy, leading to major financial success or a legacy-building career. However, they may struggle with fear of change or stubbornness in their career choices.

[a-whispering-echo]

anyway, blah blah uni au les gooo

Dust is psych major and chemistry minor - never fucking shows up apart from exams, always aces them somehow??? hes missing his lower leg below his left knee cus i said so - always shows up in pjs

Cross is older, and gets free uni cus of military past - spoke about this with some folks in the comments, pretty sure im putting him in art for now - i think its funny to have 'big gruff military man' in the fun drawing class thats seen as 'lesser' by people - (obviously not my own opinion, as i AM an asrtist, but yk, people see it as less that ) hes had bad encounters before when he tells people and it makes hm sad :(

Horror in culinary arts! he got in on a free scholarship, full ride!, for his talent! he got into baking because he wants to own his own bakery, so he can bring some money back to his large and suffering family!

Nightmares whos in his 40s and has just been getting qualification after qualification - rumour has it hes a vampire lol - hes in Law rn. he becomes the groups unofficial leader after Killer keeps clinging to him after seeing him in a seminar before

Killers in criminology and has a extra mandatory glass in Law too! hes definitely not in criminology for any NEFARIOUS reasons; he just has dreams of being a... detective, of course... (no one fucking believes that but shh, hes a good person to know for.. information ehehehehe) - spotted Noot in the class and went 'hm yes, he looks fun to mess with' and then didnt leave him alone.

Killer knows Dust cus hes the guy who hooks him up with some, yk, good stuff... - Horror is the guy Dust has seen in the libary a few times and MAYBE has a BIT of a crush on him, shhh - while Cross and Dut are both in the same dorm, and THATS how they all know each other <3

(Cross and Dust are both trans masc btw cus i said so. are they t3t?... mayhaps?)

(feel free to give me more ideas, on these guys or possibly the stars if you like - or others! - i just dont care for the stars much, these boys are MY THING, but if anyone has ideas....)

[joongtreasure]

Cupcakes and Kisses

Mingi x Fem Reader (ft. ATEEZ members) Word count: 6.6k Genre: high school au, jock Mingi, kissing booth au Note/s: Based on the film Kissing Booth (2018). This was in my drafts since 2021? + Mention of Changbin of Stray Kids <3 hehe Photo credits: 1, 2, 3

High school—it's the period for the most embarrassing moments of your life. Not only was it the time for raging hormones and puberty, but also a time for wrong decisions.

And today was no exception.

Today was the last day of the pitch for the spring carnival at KQ Prep. The student council required every club in the school to set up a booth for the event. Or else, no extra funding for club activities.

You were the vice president of the culinary and baking club, or as others would like to call it, the foodies. It's not that bad or insulting, to be honest (depending on you if you take it to heart). It is certainly not for your best friend, Jung Wooyoung, who was also the president of the club.

You and Wooyoung were like a tandem, a buy-one-get-one-free deal. In many ways, you and Wooyoung fill each other up: you were the shy and patient one, while Wooyoung was the confident and loud one. There was never a boring moment with him, but that doesn't mean all moments with him were good. Like right now...

Wooyoung, with a firm grip on your school blazer sleeve, dragged you across the hallway, whining, "It's a good idea!"

You, on the other hand, tried to pull away, saying, "No, it's not!"

Wooyoung grumbled. "The water sports are doing a toss and dunk booth! We have to beat their sorry asses!"

"You just want to beat Changbin!" You tried to pull away again but Wooyoung's grip was so firm that your school shoes were starting to skid against the school floor. "How is a kissing booth by us any better?!"

"It will be a hit!"

"It spreads germs!"

"We'll provide sanitation and mints!"

"We could be sued for public indecency!"

Wooyoung sighed and let go of your hand. "Oh, come on, live a little, Y/N."

You shrugged. "Can't we just make a bunch of food for the carnival? I know everyone will be hungry."

Wooyoung gave you a pointed look. "Everyone is going to sell food and trinkets at the carnival."

"Well," you jutted your chin out in confidence, "we could do, uh, well, an apple bobbing competition?"

Wooyoung scowled at you. "That's boring." He sighed. "Look, the majority of the officers already agreed to the kissing booth, Y/N. Except you."

"That's because you implied that San will be in the lineup of kissers," you stated. "Even though you haven't even asked him yet."

"That's because he and I think alike. Trust me, he would agree."

You pouted. "And trust me, the food will sell."

Wooyoung smiled and patted your head. "Oh, sure, you do that," he said before turning around and scurrying towards the student council's office.

You sighed.

-----

You slumped on the empty front steps of the school, sporting a frown on your face. Wooyoung was taking so long in the meeting. You hoped the kissing booth was rejected by the student council.

The doors of the school opened, the sound of the creaking metal startling you out of your thoughts. You looked back to see Song Mingi, the star of KQ Prep's basketball team, exiting the building and looking fresh out of a shower. He probably just finished practice.

You looked away before he could catch you staring. Mingi was one of those guys who looked straight out of a movie—tall, handsome, athletic, always wears a varsity jacket, drives a Jeep, and center of the school's attention. But it would be foolish to think that he's arrogant and proud like the trope. He's one of the sweetest and nicest people you ever met. 

You had a few classes with him. You could say that the interaction between the two of you is funny. He could be playful yet gentle and respectful at the same time. And in time, you also found yourself liking him like the entire student body.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as Mingi saw you alone on the steps, he smiled and slightly hurried down. "Hey, Y/N," Mingi greeted, plopping beside you on the warm pavement.

You internally freaked when you saw Mingi next to you. The loose shirt, the sweet scent of his shampoo, and the dopey grin were too much for your poor heart. 

"You had a club meeting today?" Mingi asked.

"Not really," you responded. "I'm waiting for Wooyoung to finish his pitch for the spring carnival."

Mingi nodded. "And what will your club be doing?"

You groaned. "Don't remind me. It's embarrassing."

Mingi chuckled. "Why? It can't be that bad."

You sighed before muttering, "it's a kissing booth."

Mingi's eyes widened in surprise. "That's... interesting."

"It's all Wooyoung's idea," you shrugged. "Nothing better than to capitalize on teen hormones, right?"

"Right," Mingi said monotonously.

Seeing his somewhat dry response, you slumped. "I told you it was an embarrassing idea."

"No, I mean, yes—I mean," Mingi stuttered a response. "It was just unexpected, that's all." Mingi somewhat looked conflicted, but he still smiled softly at you. "Is it alright for me to ask if," he paused.

"If what?"

"If you—I mean, would you be joining?" Mingi asked.

You blinked in thought. "What do you mean?"

Mingi studied your confused expression before shaking his head. "Nevermind," he said, standing up.

You groaned. "Great, now you got me curious."

"It's nothing." Mingi laughed. "But, hey, if teen hormones bring you the money, then, why not?" He said, making you laugh as well. "Got a ride home?"

"Yeah," you smiled, "I'm riding with Wooyoung."

Mingi nodded. "Alright, I'll see you around then, Y/N."

You blushed. "Yeah, see you," you said as Mingi continued his way down the steps.

"Hey," he turned to you one last time, flashing you his oh-so-perfect smile. "You look cute as always, Y/N," he said before heading towards the parking lot. You swore you could've melted right on the front steps that day.

-----

It was no surprise the council approved the kissing booth idea. You totally blame Wooyoung. The boy could probably smooth talk himself out of jail if the situation calls for it.

Your club already started building the podium and mini stage for the booth in the school courtyard because there wasn't room in the Home Economics classroom. The weather was too perfect to ignore by anyone who had free period at the time.

"I'm going to get more paint," Wooyoung said to you before jogging towards the doors and into the building.

You were left alone with a few of your members, who were engaged in a hushed conversation while you minded your own business. 

You took a peak at the guys playing at the basketball court. It's no surprise that Mingi and his friends were playing. They always do during free period. They must really love the sport. 

It is also no surprise that they have a few spectators as well. It's the only time you would ever find Mingi and his friends setting their blazers aside, donning only their school shirts that accentuated their build so heavenly. Not that you were staring…

Speaking of, Yunho and Mingi laughed among themselves as Yunho tried to shoot the ball. Mingi effectively blocked him with his hand, however the ball bounced out of the court. It bounced until it was rolling over the pavement and stopped right where you were painting. You were able to grab the ball before it could barrel into the newly painted podium.

Seeing where the ball ended, Mingi ran towards you. "Hey," he greeted as he picked up the ball and crouched down next to you, "it's looking great. What's it for?" He asked, referring to the podium.

"It's for this week's carnival," you answered with a sigh.

"Right," Mingi chuckled awkwardly. "Umm," he paused, "so what will you be doing while," he drifted off, evidently conflicted as he pondered over his words carefully.

You looked at him funny. "While...?"

"While, you know," Mingi shrugged, "while people are kissing."

"I'll just man the booth," you said nonchalantly. "I'll leave it to Wooyoung and the others to facilitate the germ spreading."

Mingi laughed, looking somewhat happy and relieved at the same time. "Still haven't warmed up to the idea, I see."

"Never."

Mingi grinned. His face morphed into embarrassment as Yunho called for him from a few meters away. "Are we going to play, or are you too busy mingling, Mingi?"

Mingi rolled his eyes before smiling at you. "I gotta go. I'll see you around, Y/N."

You waved at him as he stood up and went back to his friends. You chuckled at the sight of Yunho giving Mingi a headlock and basically hauling him back to court. The boys laughed between themselves before returning to their game with their other friends.

You were feeling blissful, like how you always felt whenever you and Mingi talked to each other. You truly liked the guy. However, the blissful feeling was short-lived as a wild Wooyoung plopped down next to you. "What was that?!" He asked.

You blinked curiously at him. "What was what?" You looked at the spot you were previously painting. "I'm almost done. I didn't miss a spot as far as I could tell."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. "I wasn't referring to the podium. I was referring to you and Mingi!" He exclaimed.

You looked at him funny. "It was just a friendly conversation."

"Friendly?" Wooyoung sighed exasperatedly. "Oh no no no, honey, you didn't see what I see. The guy is into you!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Wooyoung," you shook your head. "We have always talked like that. He's just super nice—"

"Na-ah! Again, you didn't see what I see," Wooyoung replied. All of a sudden, Wooyoung's face broke into excitement. He started slapping your arm, making you groan not in pain but in annoyance. "I just thought of the most brilliant idea EVER."

You frowned, not liking where this was going. "What?"

-----

"This is worse than you pitching the kissing booth idea to the council."

"Oh, come on," Wooyoung said as he kept pushing you towards the gym where the basketball team was training. "I will be of service to you forever if you manage to get him."

It was already past class hours when Wooyoung dragged you into putting his idea into action. He said you guys should have a meeting about the spring carnival after class. But alas, he deceived you again. That sly fox, you thought.

Wooyoung faced you towards him. "Alright, your uniform is clean, no evidence of your lunch anywhere," you rolled your eyes as Wooyoung checked you up and down. Wooyoung scrutinized your face before smiling triumphantly. "No booger or drool in sight too," he said.

"You—!" You exclaimed, but Wooyoung turned you around again and shoved you closer toward the gym doors. Sighing, you walked toward it, and right when you were directly in front of the entrance, you looked back at him. "How is this the most brilliant idea you ever had, again?"

Wooyoung shrugged. "The plan here is simple: talk to Mingi and his friends into joining our lineup of kissers so we can get more people to come to our booth."

"I don't want to use him, Woo."

"The man's too soft for you," Wooyoung smiled. "He will do whatever you want, I guarantee."

You gave him the most innocent look you could ever muster in an attempt to change his mind. But Wooyoung just shooed you with his hand and raised his eyebrows pointedly. With a defeated sigh, you opened the doors and entered.

The basketball team was in the midst of a practice game. You immediately spotted Mingi, running while dribbling the ball across the court. When he managed to outrun his opponent, he immediately made his shot, the ball flying through the air and into the hoop. You stared at him, awed as he was in his element. 

A bunch of squeals echoed in the gym. There was an audience watching with excited grins and squeals near the team's benches. It was an open practice after all. Sighing, you sat awkwardly at the side.

The coach blew his whistle, signaling that training was over. The players rejoiced and immediately jogged to their bags scattered on the benches. There were a few girls who called for Mingi, but he only smiled sheepishly and went to his gym bag. 

"Hey, Mingi," Yeosang, his friend and teammate, spoke between his breaths. "Isn't that your friend?" 

Mingi looked at wherever Yeosang was pointing. And true enough, you were there at the edge of the bleachers, awkwardly twiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah," Mingi said, dumbfounded at the thought of you watching their training.

"I think she's looking for you," Yunho, Mingi's best friend, said. He shook his head in amusement, eyeing Yeosang knowingly as Mingi started wiping his sweat and combing his hair deliberately to the back. Mingi hastily gathered his things before approaching you.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile.

You stood up awkwardly. There was something about a wet-haired Mingi in a basketball jersey that had you tongue-tied for a moment. "Uhh, hi, umm, Mingi."

"Were you waiting for me?"

"Umm, yeah, can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure, have a seat," Mingi said as he sat a bleacher apart from you, not wanting you to smell his sweaty state. "What's up?"

"Well, our club is hosting a kissing booth for the spring carnival," you slightly frowned at your awkward self. "Umm, but I think you already knew that."

Mingi chuckled and nodded amusingly. "Yeah, you might have mentioned it once or twice," he joked.

You let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? But, well, you see, Wooyoung asked me to ask you about something."

Mingi nodded again, urging you to go on.

You sighed nervously. "Can you," you cleared your throat, "can you be—wait, I must emphasize that it was Wooyoung's idea."

"It was Wooyoung's idea," Mingi repeated. "Got it. Crystal clear. Now, what's up with Wooyoung's idea?"

You sighed defeatedly. Well, here goes nothing, you thought. "Can you be one of the kissers for our kissing booth?"

Mingi's eyes turned wide. "What?"

Your lips formed a thin line. "Umm, can you be one of the kissers for our kissing booth?" You repeated, less confident this time.

Mingi blinked unbelievably. "Why me?"

You sighed. "Well, Wooyoung was hoping your friends too. He said that having the players of the basketball team would bring revenue to the booth."

"Oh."

You frowned. "I'm sorry, I told Wooyoung you might be uncomfortable with it, but he insisted that I should still ask you."

"Why would I be uncomfortable with it?"

"I don't know," you shrugged. You were busy playing with the ends of your school blazer as the conversation pursued. "I guess, I didn't pin you to be the type to openly kiss strangers, or show public displays of affection."

"Maybe," Mingi side-smiled, "maybe not. Or, maybe it depends on the person."

"Oh," you muttered, "sorry. I didn't know."

Mingi then leaned on his knees, getting a better view of your slightly flustered face. "Do you want me to be a kisser?"

"What?" You stared at him blankly.  "Well, Wooyoung said—"

"I mean, do YOU want me to be a kisser?" Mingi emphasized, "You as in Y/N L/N, and not Jung Wooyoung?"

You didn't reply immediately, pondering over what his question meant. "Why are you asking me?"

"I don't know," Mingi said. "I feel like I should listen to you."

Why, though? This conversation was going nowhere and it was making you more nervous than before. Not to mention Mingi's inquisitive gaze that had you looking anywhere but him. 

Do you actually want him to, though? I mean, the kissing booth opens so many opportunities, but you were uncomfortable with the thought of him... the thought of him kissing...

"No," you said.

Mingi smiled, nodding at your answer, which confused you. "Then I won't," he sat properly again against the bleacher, letting his intense gaze turn into a soft one. "I won't join then."

"What? Why?" You were dumbfounded. 

"Just tell Wooyoung I'm busy or something," he said. "But I will try to talk to my friends, though. Emphasis on the word 'try.'"

"W-Would you have joined if I said yes?" You probed, but Mingi already stood up as if the conversation was already over, smirking at your confused look.

"Do you have a ride home?" He asked.

"Umm, yeah, Wooyoung's right outside," you answered.

"Well, then, I'll see you around." Mingi smiled at you for the last time before exiting the gym.

You sat back on the bleachers. Though your stance was already relaxed due to the conversation being over, your mind still couldn't wrap around what just happened in the conversation. Would he have agreed if I said yes?

The doors of the gym creaked as someone entered. It was Mingi again. He approached you with a different glint in his eye this time. What now?

"Hey," Mingi greeted. "Could you hold this for a moment?" Before you could ask, he put the object he was referring to in your hand. It was a set of keys—car keys, in particular. "Don't lose it, okay? I'll be quick, I swear." And just like that, he left again.

You stared at the keys in your palm. You really like Mingi, but he was seriously giving you a whiplash at the moment.

Your phone buzzed in your blazer pocket, indicating that you received a text message. You pulled it out to see a text from Wooyoung.

There's an emergency at home. Had to pick up Kyungmin from our grandma's house. Go get your man!

-----

You walked back and forth in the hallway, in front of the boy's locker room. You didn't know why Mingi left these keys with you, but you figured you had to return them to him before you leave for the bus stop. You couldn't just leave it somewhere and message him about it. Someone could steal it. Or worse, someone could steal his car.

Just in time, Mingi exited the locker room, fresh out of the shower and now sporting a big hoodie and sweats. "Hey," Mingi smiled.

"Hey, you gave these to me for some reason," you jiggled the car keys before placing them on his palm.

"Right," Mingi chuckled. "Shall we?"

You stared at him. "Shall we what?"

"Wooyoung already left, didn't he?"

"How did you know?"

Mingi chuckled. "The hallway was empty when I left," he shrugged, putting his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, "I figured he went somewhere."

"Ah, yeah, he said he had an emergency at home," you responded, following Mingi outside the school. 

Truth be told, Mingi met Wooyoung in the hallway.

---

Mingi smiled as he saw Wooyoung in the hallway. "Hey," he greeted. "Sorry, I don't think I can join. I think I have to visit my grandma that day."

Wooyoung slumped. "Oh, okay. Where's Y/N?"

"She'll be right out, I guess," Mingi replied. "See ya—"

"You like her, don't you?" Wooyoung asked.

"Uhh," Mingi blushed. "I-well, I, umm—"

"Yup, you like her," Wooyoung smirked. "Why won't you ask her out then?"

Mingi sighed. "I don't think she's interested in me in that way."

Wooyoung scoffed. "Believe me, she does." He started walking away. "I'll be taking my leave. Hope you get the guts to ask her out."

Mingi sighed again when suddenly he remembered, "Hey, aren't you her ride home?"

Wooyoung turned around and started walking backward with a smirk. "Am I?" He waggled his eyebrows before disappearing in the hallway.

Mingi grinned and shook his head in amusement before rushing back inside the gym to leave you his car keys.

-----

Mingi glanced momentarily at you with a smile. He would have to apologize in the future for using your kindness like that. But he hoped that doing this would drive him to ask you confidently out on a date.

Mingi opened the school doors wide enough for the both of you and waited until you were completely outside before closing it. 

"Come on, I'll give you a ride," Mingi offered.

"Oh, no thank you," you hastily refused, "I'll take the bus."

Mingi shook his head. "I'm not taking no for an answer. We live a few blocks away, anyway, so it's really convenient."

"But I don't want to impose," you sighed.

"You're not, Y/N," Mingi said. "And you won't. Like ever."

You sighed again. "But—"

Mingi shook his head then snatched your school bag. "If you ever want to see this bag again, you're going to have to catch me," and with that, Mingi ran towards the parking lot.

"Hey, no fair!" You followed him, pouting as the distance between the two of you widened. Damn his athletic build.

You chased after him, groaning in annoyance when Mingi reached his car and wiggled your bag as if to spite you. But you both found yourselves laughing as soon as you almost barreled into him and he caught you before you both could barrel into his jeep.

"Come on, Y/N, it's really not a bother," Mingi said, opening the passenger door.

You sighed. "Fine," you huffed as you grabbed your bag and settled in his passenger seat. "Just this once," you told him.

"Oh, don't count on it," Mingi said, winking at you before closing your door. You swore he would be the death of you.

As Mingi drove his jeep out of the school lot, you both fell into a casual conversation. "So why don't you want me to be a kisser?" Mingu asked.

You narrowed your eyes at his teasing expression. "Oh, stop smiling. I don't want anyone to be part of that"

"I guess, you didn't have much say on the idea?"

You slumped against the car seat with a soft 'yeah.'

Mingi looked at you momentarily before focusing on the road. "What was your idea?"

"Nothing special." You smiled. "I was thinking of just baking cupcakes or pastries."

"I think that's a great idea."

"Yeah, right," you muttered sarcastically.

"No, I swear. I think your baking's great," Mingi stressed.

"How would you know?"

"Because I bought and ate a lot from last year's fundraiser." Mingi smiled and chuckled, almost as if he could smell and taste your fresh batch just by thinking about it. "Especially those cupcakes. I swear, they're good."

"Huh, no wonder the cupcakes sold out easily," you chuckled. "We had an influencer."

"Or," Mingi drawled, "your baking is just that good." He smiled, switching his gaze back and forth between the road and you.

"Said no one ever," you shot back teasingly.

"I just said like seconds ago that they're good." Mingi shook his head in disbelief. "You don't take compliments very well."

"Maybe because I don't usually get them," you retorted.

"Ahh, all the reason for me to compliment you more then."

You looked at him before turning away upon seeing his smirk. "Oh, stop it," you said jokingly, but your heart felt like it was ramming against the seatbelt of his car.

The car slowed down to a stop just right in front of your house. You were about to thank him when Mingi suddenly exited the car. He rushed to your side before opening the car door.

"Thanks for the ride," you said. "You didn't have to do that." 

"I don't mind," he replied, following you to the front door.

"And you didn't have to walk me to the door." You chuckled. "It's literally like a few steps away from the fence."

"But I want to, though." Mingi shrugged and put his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie.

You both arrived at the front door. You were too busy finding your keys to notice that he was lingering to stay with you longer. As you opened your front door, you finally noticed his awkward stature. "D-Do you want to have dinner with us?"

"Oh," Mingi snapped out of it. "Uhh, maybe next time. My mom's waiting for me at home."

You nodded in understanding. 

"Y/N," Mingi sighed. "Do you want to...?"

"What?"

"I mean, umm," Mingi scratched his head awkwardly. "Do you—do you have any of those cupcakes lying around?"

"Oh, could you wait here for a minute?" You smiled before disappearing into your home.

Mingi palmed his face in frustration, muttering 'stupid' and 'dumbass' to himself. He pulled himself together when he heard your footsteps nearing.

You came out again with a small box in hand. "I baked them last night but they're still good," you said, handing out the box of cupcakes to Mingi.

"Thanks," Mingi grinned sheepishly nonetheless. "I'll give some to my mom."

"You better," you smiled.

"Thanks again, Y/N. I'll see you at school," Mingi started walking backward with a soft smile.

"See you," you waved at him. "Thanks for the ride."

Mingi winked at you before hopping into his jeep. As soon as Mingi's jeep disappeared into the night, you slumped against your front door and tried to calm your blushing self.

-----

It was the day of the dreaded carnival. The field where your school held the said carnival was almost in full swing, the lights and excitement gradually increasing as time passed by.

Your club has been there since early morning to finalize everything for the booth. Despite your judgment against the club's concept, you still had to do it for the sake of the team. 

Although, you had convinced Wooyoung to sell baked goods nonetheless. Your point was to remind the audience that you were still the culinary and baking club of the school. Thankfully, he agreed.

So, here you were, setting up a separate table for different baked goods beside the registration.

Wooyoung surprised you with an arm around your shoulder and a big grin. "I can already feel wads of money in our laps." He dramatically inhaled for effect. "I mean, look at our lineup so far."

You begrudgingly looked at the people readying themselves on the mini-stage. 

Leave it to Wooyoung to invite people from the top of the high school food chain. Everybody likes Wooyoung anyway. At least there were a few friendly faces—school mascot San, street dancer Seonghwa, up-and-coming celebrity Jongho, and... student council president Hongjoong?

"How did you get him?" You almost giggled at Hongjoong's icy demeanor just standing in the middle of the lineup.

"Oh, he owes me," Wooyoung said nonchalantly. When you gave him a look, he just replied, "Don't ask."

You shook your head as if to shake the idea of Hongjoong in Wooyoung's debt. It's an amusing sight, though.

"So where's your pretty boy's friends?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen them ever since."

You knew it was too good to be true. Your moment with Mingi lasted only a day as you haven't seen him for the rest of the week. Not even on free period. And when you had a class together, he looked like he was about to doze off and fall from his desk. You didn't want to be a bother.

"Oh, wait, nevermind. Here they come."

You immediately glanced up to see Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang walking toward your booth. You could feel the crowd starting to buzz upon seeing the star players approach the kissing booth. Your gaze landed on Mingi who sported a plain oversized shirt and ripped jeans. So simple yet so handsome.

"Hey," Mingi greeted with a smile, never looking away from your gaze.

"H-Hey, how have you been?" You tried to keep your blush at bay.

"Well—"

"We're so glad to be here, Y/N. Mingi really convinced us to be here," Yeosang smiled in a—teasing?—manner, which you responded to with an awkward chuckle. 

"Yeah," Yunho chimed in. "Mingi really, really wanted us to join your kissing booth." Yunho smiled widely at Mingi, who only rolled his eyes.

"That's great, great news!" Wooyoung rejoiced. He quickly winked at you before ushering Mingi's friends to the lineup.

When you and Mingi were the only ones left, you smiled sheepishly. "I hope it wasn't much of a trouble convincing your friends."

"Don't worry, Y/N, it wasn't." Lie(-ish). Yunho and Yeosang complained a lot and made Mingi do whatever they liked for the past few days. From doing their homework to washing their cars, they were relentless. He hadn't gotten any proper sleep because of it. But, it wasn't really much of a trouble since he was doing it for you. Well, your club. But mostly for you.

Mingi stared at the table of baked goods in front of you. "I see you convinced Wooyoung to continue with your idea." He smiled.

"He still listens anyway." You chuckled. "Do you want one?"

"Definitely. I'll take a—" 

Before Mingi could finish, Wooyoung appeared and dragged you away from Mingi. "Sorry, Mingi! We're about to start now!" He yelled, but not before freezing on the spot as an idea popped into his head.

Wooyoung went back to Mingi with you in tow. "Actually, can you do us a favor and man the table? I need Y/N for the register."

You clicked your tongue and were about to protest when Mingi immediately said, "Sure."

You looked at him curiously. "Really?"

"I don't see why not," Mingi smiled.

Deep inside, Wooyoung was popping confetti. Wooyoung thanked Mingi before going to the center of the mini-stage. You placed yourself at the registration table as Wooyoung shouted, "And the kissing booth is officially open!"

----

You thought you could handle the smooch-fest behind you. But... you thought wrong. The amount of kissing and hooting was too much for your poor heart. Thank the heavens the registration continued to pile up and you had to put your sole focus there. Well, not entirely.

You would sometimes peek at Mingi who had his own long line to attend to. Mingi manning the food table seemed to generate a longer line than the kissing booth, which made you chuckle softly before turning your attention back to the registration.

It wasn't long before Mingi managed to sell everything on the table and he approached you with the funds he generated. You dumbfoundedly accepted and stared at the small lunchbox where he put the money. 

"I hope I did well, Ms. Y/N." Mingi smiled.

"You did, Mingi," you replied. "Thank you so much for helping us."

Mingi shrugged. "It was no problem." He looked at his watch. "Well, I have to do something for the time being. Will you still be here later?"

You nodded. "I'm here 'til it closes."

"I'll see you then." Mingi winked before disappearing into the carnival crowd.

-----

If you were being honest, the rest of the afternoon felt slow despite the buzz around your booth. With Mingi gone, it suddenly felt boring. You didn't show it though. You still wanted to be presentable to the carnival-goers. 

As night rolled in, the excitement started to die down. The crowd dissipated until only a few people were passing by the booths. The kissing booth was more successful than you thought, thanks to Wooyoung and his lineup of volunteers. 

As Wooyoung set aside the podiums, you counted all the money you had raised from the kissing booth and food table. You were halfway done when Wooyoung finished packing up and stood beside you. "So, how much did we earn?" He asked.

"I'm not done counting," you said. "But, we already have enough to win the student council's favor and have some extra funds for our own," you happily gleamed.

"Yes! Let's get drunk and party!" Wooyoung cheered.

You glared at him. "You're joking, right?"

Wooyoung forced a smile and patted your head. "Of course, I'm joking," he said, though his tone didn't sound as sincere as you had hoped.

You tutted before turning back to the money in your hands. For a moment, Wooyoung was quietly watching you count the bills. Then, all of a sudden, he spoke, "Oh, would you look at the time, it's getting late. Gottagohomenowbye," before scurrying away.

You looked up confused, your eyes following his seemingly excited figure before landing on a tall one that was walking towards the booth. You tried to hide your fluster as Song Mingi stopped in front of the registration counter with a smile. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," you smiled sheepishly. You can't help but notice the oversized windbreaker that he is now sporting. "Umm, we've closed already."

"I know," Mingi said, "I just came here again to talk to you."

"Oh, what about?"

Mingi scratched the side of his head. "Uhh," he mustered, "nothing in particular. What are you doing?"

"I'm just counting all our earnings," you referred to the bills in your hand. "Thanks again to you and your friends. I think you were the ones who attracted the crowd, Yunho and Yeosang especially."

Mingi scoffed. "If the crowd knew how weird they are, they wouldn't be lining up at all."

"And you're not?" You teased.

Mingi raised an eyebrow. "Who wanted me to join your lineup again?"

You rolled your eyes. "That was Wooyoung, not me."

"Sure, okay," Mingi shrugged with a smirk. 

You shook your head, wanting to wipe that smirk off his pretty face. You turned back to your money and jotted down the numbers under the last person to register. "Weren't you interested in our lineup of kissers? I can't thank you enough for helping us and being here and all."

Mingi leaned over the counter and crossed his arms. "No, not at all," he answered as he watched you work.

You looked at him and chuckled. "So you just came to watch your friends make out with a bunch of people, then?" 

"Well, I did to maybe get some material for blackmail," Mingi chuckled then cleared his throat, "but I was also waiting for someone."

"Oh," you said. You sounded so dry that you wanted to beat yourself up for seeming affected. "Who?"

"For you, actually," Mingi answered without a hitch, making you blush madly. "I—uh—also got you something." He placed a small chick plushie on the counter. 

You smiled uncontrollably as you grabbed and squeezed its fluffy material. "Where did you get this?" You happily asked.

"The claw machines rented by the robotics club," Mingi sighed. "My talent is limited to basketball I guess, since I only got one."

"It's cute," you chuckled. "What is this for anyway?"

"I figured a gift is better than $5 for a..." Mingi trailed off, unsure of how you would react.

Your face morphed from happy to surprise upon realizing what he meant. You looked him in the eyes to see whether he was joking or not, but eventually, you avoided his intense gaze. And you suddenly realized how close he was as he continued to lean over the counter, waiting for your response. "Stop that," you mumbled, "please."

"Stop what?"

"That," you said, not looking at him as you pushed him gently away from the counter. "Stop messing with me." 

Mingi sighed as he stood properly, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. "I'm not messing with you, Y/N. I," he paused, plucking up the courage, "I want to kiss you—no, I want to ask you out first because I like you a lot."

You bit your lip anxiously. He wouldn't mess with you, right? You continued to stare at your feet. You can't bear to see if he was joking or not.

Mingi leaned over the counter again in an attempt to see your face. "I can see that you're holding yourself back. What's stopping you?"

You sighed, meeting his eyes for a moment before looking back down. "You're Song Mingi—"

"Nope, don't start. I don't wanna hear that bullshit. Give me a logical one like, I don't know, you don't like me back?" Mingi said sternly. His deep voice made the hairs on your nape stand. "I can date whomever I want. And that's you, Y/N. I like you for who you are. You're sweet and kind to everyone. You're one of the smartest people I know. You even stand up to your best friend for what you think is right."

You bit your lip again in a fluster, still too shy to make your move.

Mingi sighed. "If you don't like me back, it's alright, Y/N. I'm not going to be mad." He smiled softly. "I'm sorry for bombarding you with these things. You don't have to answer when you're uncomfortable." He moved to walk away, but you instantly grabbed the lining of his jacket to stop him.

"No, I—" you gripped the material nervously. "I like you too, Mingi. I—" You paused again, not knowing how to say your problem.

Mingi's eyes widened in surprise but waited for you to finish.

"I like you, Mingi. I—" you gulped. "And I also want to kiss you."

"But?" Mingi asked. "I feel like there's going to be a 'but' there."

You looked down at the counter. "But, I don't know how."

"I'm sorry." He smiled apologetically. "We don't have to kiss right now. We can just have dinner for now—"

"But I want to," you blurted out, which you immediately apologized for nonstop.

For a moment, you thought Mingi was going to laugh at you. You guessed that most of the people your age had already gotten their first kiss. Heck, your club's booth was a testament to that. So you were utterly embarrassed by your confession. 

However, Mingi did no such thing. "Move over," he said. You didn't know what he meant until he climbed over the counter. You almost tripped backward when he jumped down right in front of you. He caught you just when you were about to stumble.

"What are you doing?" You mused.

"Can't you tell?" Mingi teased as he held your face tenderly. "I'm trying to kiss you properly."

You shook your head in disbelief and amusement. This guy is really sleek. 

"C-Can I kiss you, Y/N?" Mingi asked. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek, comforting you.

You were extremely flustered by the warmth, not to mention the anticipation of what he was about to do, so all you could do at the moment was nod silently at his question.

Mingi smiled. You thought your heart was going to explode as Mingi came closer. You thought he was going to kiss you on the lips right away, but he planted a soft kiss on your forehead first. Then on your nose. You had to refrain from giggling, given the soft moment. Then he slowly came closer to your lips. You closed your eyes when you felt it against yours.

You couldn't explain it, but you felt warm and fuzzy inside despite your heartbeat ramming against your chest. The air felt soft yet exciting at the same time. It was definitely more than what you had imagined it to be. 

You slid your hand against his chest and rested it behind his neck. His hands softly slid against your waist and pulled you closer. You could faintly hear Mingi humming in delight. And a few moments later, you both stopped to gaze at each other.

Although, you still had trouble maintaining eye contact with his intense ones. And Mingi just chuckled lightly at the sight. "You still don't want me to be a kisser?"

"No, I—" you pouted and Mingi just laughed.

"Don't worry, you're the only one I want to kiss," he murmured before kissing your forehead. "Dinner?"

[sunthyme]

🎆 New year, new headcanons!! 🎆

Hey, so I've been a bit dead for a hot sec, apologies for that. Hope y'all are having a good break! Now, for something that's been in the works since August (drum roll please)...

🎉 REDONE TWST HEADCANONS!! 🎉

First up, yet again...

♥️ Heartslabyul ♥️

WAHOO! Ignore that you can clearly see which I had to redo lol, that's going to be a bit of a theme as I looked back and wasn't super happy with some so I redid them until I got it right.

Since y'all know the characters this time, I'll be just adding new or changed things to my earlier posts. :D

Enjoy!

♥️ Riddle Rosehearts ♥️

So pretty much nothing changed from the original with Riddle, I just made her look better. Yippee!

Added thing for my University Headcanon/AU is major and I see Riddle being an English and Law major.

♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

Once again, nothing really changed except for the fact that I learned to draw him better. I gave him a labret piercing that I think would have been one of Cater's first piercings, which thankfully went well.

He'd obviously be a Culinary major.

♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️

Speaking of Cater, this one was a bitch to draw. I literally redid him three times, send help. (I'll reblog this with the extra between version for y'all to see)

A new headcanon for him is that he's the kind of character that has his eyes closed for the most part and only opens them when he's like super serious. I just felt it fit him. (I'll also attach that in the reblog)

He's very heavily gyaru inspired (shout out to @/Cayfourdiamonds on Pinterest, I loved his edits of Cater and they were my inspo) and I wanted him to curl his hair in the mornings, princess curl style. He has naturally straight hair and the freckles are indeed fake.

He's a Cosmetology and Communications major.

♠️ Oki Chiang ♠️

She's a Sociology major and her birthday is October 4th (Libra). She's apart of the Poetry Club (OC club).

Nothing much changed here either, though I tinkered with her skin tone to amp up the contrast and shifted to blue to a darker hydrangea-y colour.

(Edit: I forgot, I have UM for my ocs now!)

Unique Magic - "Who Are You?": Creates a mist as Oki recites the spell that induces confusion. The confusion will last up to two hours after the mist fades, depending on the strength of the person affected.

♣️ Luna Madden ♣️

Another one I had to redo twice because GOD, the in between was SO UGLY!! Ew. Anyways, way cuter now! I gave him swirly eyes for funsies and trimmed down the colours in his makeup so it's more cohesive.

They're an Art and Psychology major and their birthday is January 22nd (Aquarius). It's in the Science Club.

She uses mobility aids, alternating between a cane and braces depending on the day, due to Multiple Sclerosis (an autoimmune disease that impacts the spine).

Unique Magic - "It's Tea Time!": Conjures a pre-set tea table fitting Luna's desires. The bigger the table and the more items, the harder it is for Luna to make.

♥️ Ace Trappola ♥️

Oh boy, another redone one. I went a bit ham with his design, I really wanted to make him look like a heart. Found the braid idea on Pinterest, as one does, and ran with it. He's so cute, he looks like a heart lollipop. Also, I gave him braces because I love that idea so so much!

He's undecided in his major.

♠️ Deuce Spade ♠️

I adore how this one turned out, he's my son and my boy. Nothing really changes aside from style improvement and I gave him better bangs.

Also an undecided major. (Adeuce twinning frfr)

♥️ Bunnie Chrona ♥️

She's a Psychology major and her birthday is June 30th (Cancer). A part of the Track & Field Club.

Ooh, she's so cute, I love her sm! I gave her vitiligo and stripes in her hair to imitate those splotched black and white bunnies that are so adorable. I did make the interesting choice to give her blue eyes, not for any particular reason, they just contract the red undertones well.

Unique Magic - "Killing Time": Bunnie's speed will increase for an hour, making her go at an inhuman speed.

♦️ Ness Benoit ♦️

She's a Drama major and her birthday is May 25th (Gemini). They're in the Film Research Club.

Finally, Nessie! They also had an in between but they actually looks more like the OG than that one lmao. Gave her some little devil tail earrings and just made the hair confirmedly into a wig. Also gave them a lil fang :3

Unique Magic - "Devilish Charm": Allows Ness to appear differently or say different things to different people. It takes more energy the more people she is using it on.

Stay tuned for Savanaclaw, up next!

[freedelusionshere]

Syd and Carmy are pretty close in age

But had very different experiences in the culinary world. It strikes me the ways in which the show is now requiring them to grow.

Carmy dove into cooking as a way to feel close to Mikey and also show him up because we was made to stay away from The Bear. (I don't think this was just because Mikey was spiraling, I think The Bear was a front for Cicero, but I digress). Carmy already had artistic ambition, like the story about him drawing the super-specific wool tailored pants (I live, what a nerd) which sound very like avant-garde Antwerp shit to me. His aunt owned a restaurant and wanted him to "keep going" and the rest was pretty open doors, a major award, matched with hard work.

Syd had to work at UPS to pay her way through CIA. Her dad is constantly talking about her needing to be financially stable and lets her move in with him, but he''s pressuring her to work at Boeing through a relative connection. Also, Sheridan Road failed and put her in crushing debt, but she worked at an impressive list of restaurants like Avec, but tells Marcus one of them had her zest for eight months. Just, amazing. Syd also dresses in stuff that hints she also likes avante-garde Antwerp-art-school-type shit to me like look at these short wool looking tailored pants she wears in Legacy, ahem (I can't with you, show):

Carmy's flaws are centered around abandonment issues and outdated elitist ideas of what it means to be "the best", and is extremely individualistic and competitive, despite having training that has taught him that's not how kitchens actually work. He's deeply romantic and artistic despite having limited life experience and needs to be more open to learning from others and understand that putting other people above himself instead of competing is what will fulfill him.

Syd is also individualistic, but in the sense that she has had to assume 100% of the risk herself with no one to bail her out. She is right to be wary of bad partners, but the main thing is that it's made her second-guess herself when actually she has good business sense, but not the experience running a full restaurant. Syd is deeply nurturing and a dreamer despite having trust issues and needs to be allowed to not carry the weight of the world on her shoulders solo, to know what she brings to the table (not relying on a partner to do that for her), and that her life experiences are just as valid and actually make her stand apart.

All of this stuff I hope to see explored in Part IV.

[vikcacao]

Any more itafushi headcannons (*゜▽゜) ? Could be post cannon or THR, or both

ashdsaddnaknadaw sure :3

One of my favorite modern/college au hc is art student Yuuji x pre vet animal sciences Megumi. I never really liked it when folks made Yuuji a football player or sports medicine major (or whatever its called), it never fit my characterization and interpretation of him.

of course art major Yuuji is tied with culinary student Yuuji lmao, it's just I don't think Megumi and Yuuji would go to the same school if Yuuji was a culinary student. I'm like 90% sure culinary school is its own thing separate from university.

but Megumi being a vet is canon to me since he legitimately values animal life over human in canon (I'm pretty sure anyway lmao)

I think Yuuji would be focused more on sculpting than other forms of art, though he's really good at other mediums, too. I had a cute fic idea that I didn't write where Yuuji owned or worked at a pottery studio, and Tsumiki dragged Megumi to the studio for a class since Megs was supper stressed with school. Then Megs thought their pottery instructor (Yuuji) was super hot lmao. Megs would study in the studio and Yuuji would allow him, then they'd be all cute like that lol

Megumi's shikigami love Yuuji. He pets and plays with them every chance he gets. In post canon, I like to think that Megumi not only tamed funeral tiger, but the tiger adores Yuuji (since Yuuji's a cat person lmfao)

Megumi's students also really like Yuuji. Although Yuu isn't a teacher, he does sub in for Megumi when he can't make it for one reason or another. Meg's students call Yuuji "step teacher" like stepfather lmao, they 100% ship itafushi

Yuuji and Megumi both get flustered when the students make jokes about them being a couple, but the students do get invited to the wedding when they have one lmfaooo

[ddlcbrainrot]

What do you think the girls would do in college? And how do you think they would look like?

well @heartbeatbookclub had a similar ask a while back and honestly i kind if agree with most things he mentioned. im gonna give a quick rundown of my headcanons but they are probably pretty similar lol

monika sweetheart im sorry but you are NOT having a good college experience. She definitely chooses a really demanding major like law and then surprise! the academically challenging major is academically challenging! who would have thought. she has been used to understand the meterial first try in highschool so now that she doesnt? ohhhh boy :). it definitely doesn't help that she went to college immediately after highschool. anyway what does she do? i have no idea. id like to think she takes a break and recollects herself, but lets be honest, monika is the type of person to keep at it until she like genuinely cant take it anymore. on the bright side, im sure the others would be a great help to her during this time

sayori does not go to college immediately after highschool, and that helps her a LOT. during her gap year, she focuses more on her mental health as well as figuring out what she wants to do in the future. and i think that leads her into some kind of elementary school work. maybe during her gap year she started babysitting around the neighborhood to make some money (and also so she wouldnt be sitting in her house all day) and she figures out how much she loves working with children

yuri i think would go to college right after highschool, but not because she feels like she needs to prove herself like Monika, its more of a "uhm i guess the next step is college" type of thing. i dont think college would be as bad for yuri as highschool. i actually think that this is the time she get a bit more comfortable and confident in herself. as far as majors go, she studies something literature-writting related. she probably has a draft for a book somewhere that she refuses to mention to anyone (at first). after college she probably ends up working at some sort of library whike she maybe does some writing on the side

natsuki is NOT going to college. i just cant see her putting herself through 4-5 years of more school. idk maybe she thinks about going to culinary school? but like, in my experience most culinary schools are super expensive. plus she thinks experience is way more valuable than any sort of class. so yeah she immediately goes into working. she starts off low, maybe she finds a job helping out in some local bakery for minimum wage. the best case scenario for her is to get to the point she can open her own bakery, but if we are being realistic, opening your own business is like.. a very big risk. so idk how possible it is

(in a perfect world they all open a book café/bakery together)

Here's a quick sketch of em :

[xxdemonicheartxx]

The flights and their major exports

Ice: furs, fish, culinary or food grade ice, unique and seasonal herbs, spices and flora that only grow there in the spring, super rich culinary culture has formed here and it attracts tourism and foodies, cooking oils and fats, seeds and nuts for consumption

Nature: lumber, meats, spices, fertile soil, insect cuisine, perfumes, freshwater fish, houseplants, seeds and shoots for farming, decorative plant or wood working, plant based oils for cooking or fuel

Light: wheat, plant based fibers and fabrics, paper and or papyrus, chalk and marble, huge bread and baked goods industry, baskets, porcelain, exotic percivore cuisine, pigments, seasonal fruits

Earth: cactus fruits, minerals and stones, gemstones, terracotta creations or construction pieces, ceramic work, glass tile work, roots and tubers, fossils, pigments,

Wind: rice, grains, construction grade bamboo, paper, rice paper, fabrics, plants and small birds for consumption, instruments (specifically wood-wind), silks, ribbon, sonorous sculptures

Shadow: fungal harvests, wire craft, tactical suits and mantles to conceal the body, iron weaponry with decorative detailing, insect and plant exports, huge root farming industry, lantern exports, candles, woodturned tools/utensils/decor/etc

Water: shells and abalone, fish, seaweed and kelp cuisine, boats and boat blueprints, crustacean cuisine, huge huge huge provider for the pescatarians, opal

Lightning: machinery parts, batteries, cactus harvests, insulation for both heat and electricity, exotic insect cuisine, dried and aged foods, electricity is produced in excess enough to provide immediately to the surrounding territories

Arcane: stained glass, lumber from the starwood strand (has unique properties and could be used for construction or artistic works), magical batteries made from the crystals, tomes and books, lenses, exotic herbivore cuisine, luminous pigments, tapestry work

Plague: immunizers/immunizations, craft and construction grade bones, leather, ale/mead/wine/whiskey/etc because they have the most intricate and detailed brewing and fermenting processes due to the understanding they have surrounding bacteria, pickled foods and pickling kits, surgical grade tools, cheeses, dry aged meats, medical practices unlike any other

Fire: weapons and armor, exotic carnivore cuisine, glasswork and glass blowing, obsidian and basalt export, geothermic energy(they can provide power enough to the surrounding territories) intricate mosaic and tile work, mineral exports, ceramic exports, blackened foods, metal shells and armor for vessels and vehicles and mounts

These are just what I can think of by examining the map and element at face value, there are millions of things these places can produce and export but I think these are the big ones or what they are known for, maybe even just the best quality versions of the export! If you want to use these ideas or add your own feel free!

[chuusheartattck]

HAUNTED

Profiles: Lumine’s group

Y/N: Psychology major and dorming with Lumine. Has been best friends with Lumine since elementary and is basically like another sibling. They would always pull pranks on Aether. Believes in the paranormal due to a frightening encounter with a spirit in their childhood home.

Lumine: Business major and dorming with Y/n. Very outgoing and friendly but won’t hesitate to put someone in their place if they’re being an asshole. Will defend their friends and puts them over her own needs. Believes in the paranormal.

Yanfei: Criminal justice major and dorming with Hu Tao. Knows everything about law and can sometimes be a know it all, even if she doesn’t mean to. Cares deeply about her friends and makes sure to comfort them if someone does them dirty. Doesn’t believe in the paranormal.

Xiangling: Culinary major and dorming with Navia. Loves to experiment with cooking and forces the group to try her stuff. Everyone gets scared to try it at first but her dishes are always good. Very eccentric and hyper but will be serious if the moment calls for it. Hasn’t had any paranormal experiences but is very open to the idea of it.

Scaramouche: Psychology major with Y/n and dorming with Heizou. Can’t remember how he became friends with everyone but has a suspicion it was because Y/n wouldn’t stop pestering him in class. Even if he’s lowkey a bully, he can be nice when he wants to be. Close friends with Y/n. Doesn’t believe in the paranormal and is very skeptical.

Cyno: Business major with Lumine and dorming with Aether. He isn’t necessarily the class clown but will try to crack jokes with the group. They’re very hit or miss but Xiangling laughs at everything so he counts it as a hit. Has a resting bitch face (rbf) but is actually very sweet when you get to know him. Just like Xiangling, he hasn’t had any paranormal experiences but is very open to the idea of it.

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A/N: Timestamps don’t matter!

Synopsis: Friends start their first year at Teyvat University. The school that is known for its paranormal activity. The group doesn’t truly believe the rumors until they start to experience how frightening the school can be. What happens when the friend group investigates the truth of the hauntings?

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Some more supplementary material for the Frat Boy! Au, this time starring blorbo of the hour: Kento Nanami

Because he’s been heavy on my mind. Starting with his basic info!

Nanami grew up very middle class, not as poor as Suguru or Ryomen, but nowhere near as well off as Satoru.

He’s a business major not because he wants to, but because he feels he has too. If he had it his way, he would be a culinary student. But according to his father, there's no money in being a line cook, so accounting it is. 

Still, he hopes to use his degree to open his own restaurant one day. His father would never approve of a line cook for a son, but maybe Nanami could sell him on a business owner for a son. 

He says the main reason he joined the ABO frat was to try and make business connections, he knew that some people would hire one applicant over another just because they were alumni of the same fraternity. In reality though, he’d have more room in the frat and unlimited access to the kitchen. 

His room is full of plants. Plants of all kinds everywhere, including some herbs. It used to kinda annoy Ryomen (his roommate) but, he’s grown to actually kinda appreciate it. It makes the room feel less dead. 

Phenomenal cook who can not bake to save his life. Cooking is an art but baking is a science and somewhere along the way he fucks it up every time. Be it mixing the batter too much or too little, not letting it sit long enough or letting it sit too long- he doesn't know. He can handle box cake mix that’s about it. 

Now if you want a steak cooked to perfection with perfectly roasted veggies and the creamiest mashed potatoes you've ever put in your mouth on the side he’s you’re guy. If you want an authentic lasagna with homemade everything including the noodles and sauce, he can do that for you. Do not ask him to make bread. 

He’s also insanely good at fighting games. Every version of Nanami in my heart is a God when it comes to fighting games, there is not a universe in which Nanami exists where he doesn’t dominate at Tekken, argue with the wall if you don’t agree.

Adding to that, he’s also in love with D&D. He’s a forever DM that spends hours of time planning campaigns, hours he should be spending on his school work but shhhh. If you really want to make him swoon, offer to let him be a player in a campaign. He’d pull out a ring on the spot. 

That being said, I think it’s time to get into some relationship headcanons ;)

HE’S A TSUNDERE! Look at that man, he has such big Tsundere energy.

Out of all his frat brothers, Nanami is probably the one that gets laid the least. Not from a lack of opportunity, nay nay, women (and men) throw themselves at him all the time. He’s just picky and not a fan of being touched by stragers. 

You though? You’re different (of course you are, you’re the main character!) The two of you really started to click after you had to work on a pretty big project together. Little things you did softened his heart for you.

Small things like asking him more about his D&D campaign plans, excitedly showing him pictures of the plants that you kept in your dorm, and offering to help him out in the kitchen. Little moments of quality time and tenderness while you were working on this project together nurtured his small crush into full blown butterflies when you were around.

He finally admitted to himself he was in love with you when you beat him in Street Fighter. He wasn’t used to losing at fighting games. You bragged about using his tips against him (you listened to what he said) and laughed about the weeks you spent training to destroy him (otherwise known as taking a genuine interest in his hobbies.) 

He asked you out on a date that night and you were taken completely off guard! You had no idea the fool even liked you! He was cold on the best of days, spending more time scowling at his notebooks than listening to what you said (or so you thought.) He never contacted you unless it was in regards to your project, and most of the time you spent hanging out outside of it was just because you had become friends with his frat brothers and happened to be at the house. You mean he liked you?! 

Of course you said yes, if for no other reason than to see where the hell this goes. You were 40% sure it was a prank, but hey- a free meal was a free meal. It helped he was hot as hell, what was the harm in one date?

You saw a whole new side of Kento Nanami that night. He was warm and attentive, and fucking hilarious when he wasn’t just keeping all of his jokes to himself. 

It was a simple date. A moonlit picnic in the nearby park, one where he brought his laptop and used his phone hotspot so the two of you could watch movies together. 

That was the night when you found out Kento Nanami considered himself to be a hopeless romantic. 

When he took you back to your dorm, he walked you to the door and actually asked if he could kiss you goodnight. 

And now you’re both smitten! 

Once you’re officially his girlfriend, You’re gonna find out he’s genuinely pretty chill. Happy to give you your space and recognize you’re a person outside of your relationship. That being said, let some asshole start getting a little too comfortable with you at a part and he’s quick to throw hands.

You would think nerdy little Nanami wasn’t that good in a fight, but nay nay, he was forced to play football in highschool and will leave a bastard concussed. 

He says he’s not a cuddler, but every time you sleep in his bed you wake up with him cuddled close to you. 

Nanami loves kisses, and is always planting them on you when you’re in kissing range. Your lips, cheeks, forehead, everything is fair game. 

You’re the only person in the world other than like, his parents that can call him Kento. He’s always gone by his last name, to the point that his first name makes him feel like he’s in trouble. Only authority figures use it when they’re pissed off at him. But it hits him different when it comes from your lips. When you say it, it feels tender and intimate. It’s the closest he gets to liking his name.

He always tries to make time for you and your relationship. Even if that sometimes means that your date nights are just study dates, he always strives to make you feel like a priority. 

He’s a soft guy that falls in love easily. You may not know it yet, but he has full intentions to marry you after graduation. A fact his frat brothers are quick to tease him about, while also making him promise to make them groomsmen. 

[coffeeviolinist]

Giving you Akai for the headcanons ask! ☾ ☮ ∇

My favorite clown 💕

1. Sleep

To the surprise of no one, I imagine Akai has not received more than three hours of sleep maximum for about ten years now.

I feel like Akai was likely always a light sleeper, even as a kid. Mary seems like the type of parent to drill the dangers of leaving yourself vulnerable into her small child, and baby Akai would have internalized those lessons. As a child/teenager, he probably stayed up all night reading or studying. Not because he needed to - because I also headcanon that Akai was one of those annoying smart kids who never had to study because everything just came easy to him - but because he was bored, and he did actually like to learn.

Fast forward to the present day, and Akai is now a 32-year-old chronically sleep-deprived FBI agent. Oops.

I also imagine that when he does sleep, he makes sure to have his gun at the ready. Which is definitely not practicing good gun safety, but since when is Akai a good role model—

Also, if we want to venture into post-canon territory, I feel like Akai would never be fully comfortable with sleeping in close proximity to other people again - with the exception of a certain blond NPA agent.

2. Friendship

Akai is terrible at making friends. Like, legitimately the absolute worst. He has no idea how to talk to people, and that’s assuming he even gets the chance to speak to them in the first place. Which doesn’t happen often because he also has major RBF syndrome.

I also imagine that he’s probably very, very selective about whom he chooses to be his friend in the first place. Not in a stuck-up way, but because he really can’t afford to just blindly trust anyone who crosses his path.

But to the few genuine friends he does have, Akai is absolutely ride-or-die for them. There is quite literally nothing he wouldn’t do if they ever needed something from him - well, except maybe cooking, but it would probably be doing them more of a disservice if he subjected them to his culinary “skills”.

3. Old age

Akai and Rei get married and move into some old family mansion that Akai inherited from Tsutomu. It’s admittedly a lot bigger than necessary for just the two of them, but considering the extended Akai family will definitely be coming over a lot in the future (Akai’s punishment for disappearing on everyone for years), well, it’s always good to make sure there’s enough space.

Akai is the first to retire from law enforcement work, and he does so relatively soon after the fall of the BO. Walking away is fairly easy for him - unlike Rei, he doesn’t feel any particular attachment to the job or to the US. His goal is complete, so he has no reason to stay anymore. He doesn’t need to work anymore either - massive inheritance and all that, plus Rei insists on being the breadwinner - so he spends years picking up new hobbies here and there to pass the time.

Rei takes much longer to retire, and I imagine he only steps away from field work when his body physically can’t handle it anymore. But once he does finally leave the NPA, he and Akai can spend the rest of their days in peace, sitting in matching rocking chairs by the fire and arguing about silly things the way old married couples do.

Oh, and Akai adopts a cat.

[six-eyed-samurai]

hii i'm here to request another platonic fic as i look at you evilly except this time it's bsd

getting into the actual request, would you mind writing a kenji fic where reader is a boy his age also in the ada who likes to cook for him after missions? thank you so much if you do write this!

MORNING <333 I'm here to cook for both Kenji and you as I gaze into the horizon beyond the great distance with a faraway glint in my eyes while posing, heroically, on a rock.

In the beginning you were not as proficient in the culinary arts as you were now.

Cooking, despite what everyone says, is not simply washing rice and frying eggs and rinsing vegetables and chopping meat. Cooking is an experimental game between you and a slight deviation from the original recipe, a chemical gamble, a philosopher's inspiration for how much is too much and how little is too little. Celebrating what you think is edible turning out to be too salty. Reveling in your perfectly cooked meat only to flip it over and realize it's burnt. Discovering that in fact, spices really do matter and so does plating, because nobody wants to eat something that looks like the cat hawked up, no matter how delicious.

Or at least this was your explanation to Kunikida when he walked into another explosive disaster in the kitchen and demanded to know what's all that black stuff in the garbage, how is the new salt shaker half empty already, do you know how much it costs to buy plates these days thanks to inflation while they're on a right budget - ! You don't even get the chance to warn him off the rubbery egg remains on the floor - ah, oops, he's stepped onto it.

A sigh. Kunikida pinched the bridge of his nose and pushed his glasses. "Who are you even cooking for?"

"Oh, Kenji-kun, as thanks for his help on my last job!" You smiled almost as brightly as the sparks that had erupted from the stove earlier.

"Ehhh?? Kenji-kun gets a free meal??" The sing song voice is unmistakable and so is the freeloader sniffing out an opportunity. Dazai poked his head around the corner and sniffed. "Hey, why don't I get one?"

"You didn't help -"

"Dazai, all this, with no offense intended, is a health hazard to us all. You're better off increasing your tab at the cafe downstairs."

"Did you say health hazard?! Great, death by food, what an amazing suicide idea, Kunikida!"

They're still fighting by the time you cleaned up the kitchen and left, a bit put out by your failed attempt at doing something nice for your best friend. Perhaps Kunikida had been right, that you were better off buying a meal than poisoning him with that. You didn't even realize someone's been in your room before, not until you find a cookbook labelled "Bento for Dummies" lying on the table, with a sticky note inside inscribed "Good luck!"

Huh.

***

The next time you cook there's two major differences - three, if you count the end product.

One, Kunikida rushes in to stand guard and bark out potential safety hazard warnings and demands reassurances that you will clean up any mess you make. You're a little offended how completely he mistrusts you.

Two, the kitchen remained relatively in the same state. You didn't use up too much of anything or accidentally drop another egg (there was a very nice tutorial on the perfect way to crack eggs, recommended by Ranpo). The worst that happend was a slightly chipped plate. You considered that if not a success, then at least a major improvement.

As an extra, three: the Bento, though basic, doesn't look half bad. You managed the omurice pretty well and it doesn't taste that salty.

But it's not a success yet! Not a success until you give it to who it's intended for and he likes it - better yet, dare you hope, love it.

Kenji is supposed to be back from his mission soon. You don't know the details but from what you heard it sounds like there's a lot of heavy lifting involved, so the sunny blond was surely going to be very hungry. Not a I could eat a horse hungry, but a I will eat the whole farmyard and the barn hungry. With that in mind you make several more servings, thinking if there's any leftovers you could always just take up Dazai's request for free food. You're so caught up in the accidental spill of some dishwashing soap you don't even notice when Kenji sneaks up on you.

"Hey! Are you working a catering service now?"

"Ack, Kenji-kun!" You spill even more dishwashing soup and water. "Don't jump on me like that!"

"Oh, sorry!"

"Yeah, okay, whatever." He looks sorry enough - briefly. "And it's not a catering service. They're for you."

"What?" You can see the literal stars sparking to life in his eyes. "Real - really?"

"Yeah." An attempt to shrug nonchalantly. "I figured you'd be hungry after work so-"

He's already opening a bento to take a sniff, eagerly rummaging around for utensils; Kenji takes a seat and with an expression that indicates he might be drooling soon, clicks the chopsticks. "And they're all for me?"

"Yeah, if you want finish -"

How is he already halfway through - is that Kenji's third Bento already?! "And you cooked them yourself?"

"Um, yeah, I mean I had a cookbook and-"

Oh my god, you think. He ate it all. Every last crumb. Every box wiped clean.

"It was so good!" Kenji's eyelids droop slightly, sleep infecting his enthusiastic grin. His posture is getting a little affected by lethargy, and he's laying his head into his arms as the sated ability began to take its toll. "Thank you so much! You're the... you're the best...my best friend, heh."

You'll clean about a hundred more kitchens, cook several thousand more bentos and hear Kunikida fuss like a mother hen a million more times if it meant you'll see Kenji be so satisfied by a simple meal. Your best friend would do the same too, right?

For now you just sheepishly laugh it off and move to wipe the table.

***

"Nii-chan, which one should we buy next?" Naomi held up two books, eyeing them both critically. The basket is already heavy after a few minutes at the book clearance sale, but eh, whatever, Tanizaki was carrying anyway. "Beginner's Guide to Sushi or How To Make Temaki?"

"Eh, sushi looks better, but maybe Kenji likes Temaki more?" They're about the same price anyway, so Tanizaki doesn't really care. Naomi clicks her tongue in exasperation when he barely gives them a glance, continuing to look for something on the opposite shelf.

She checked the contents page. "Oh well, sushi then. There's a chapter on Temaki in it."

"Do you think he knows it's us leaving the cookbooks out for him yet?" Naomi wonders as they walk out of the store, Tanizaki groaning from the weight of their goods.

"Nah, it's been three months since he started cooking for Kenji and he hasn't said anything, so probably not."

"True. Let's go put this one on his desk this time - the last time you idiot put it on the kitchen counter top it nearly fell into the garbage disposal."

[7ndipity]

Roommates with Jin(College au)

Jin x Reader

Summary: Headcanon list and blurb about moving in/being roommates with Jin

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I started it as a drabble, but couldn’t decide on a single idea, so I made it a hc list instead, I hope that's alright. Also, big thanks to everyone for your patience as I slowly catch up on requests.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Moving in together was technically his idea, after your roommate announced they were transferring and you were stressing about finding a new one

“What if I just move in?” He’d all but blurted one evening over dinner, leaving you to nearly choke on your drink before gaping at him.

You’d only been dating for about six months, so you definitely had some concerns about moving too fast, but you couldn’t deny that the idea was a lot more appealing than living with a potential stranger, so ultimately you agreed.

He was so happy when you said yes, practically skipping to buy packing supplies.

The two of you fell into habit with each other surprisingly fast, balancing out tasks and chores almost without thought.

He makes sure you wake up on time in the morning, you make his coffee. He takes the trash out, you do the vacuuming. Etc…

You’re friends joke that you’ve become the parents of the group, bc there’s always someone sleeping over on your couch or staying for dinner(and by someone, I mean usually Jungkook)

Which reminds me, he’s a really good cook(he jokes that he almost went to culinary school instead of majoring in film) He was lowkey horrified by the amount of instant ramen and takeout you’d been surviving on previously, so your diet definitely improved when he moved in.

Half of your conversations are yelled because you’re on opposite ends of the appartment and refuse to walk through the house to find each other.(yeah, the neighbors kinda hate you, but it’s just Joon and Yoongi, so it’s nbd)

Late night cram sessions, where one or both of you are almost falling asleep on the other’s shoulder, but you won’t just go on to bed because you’re trying to be supportive.

Movie nights that he claims count as studying for him(even tho you’re like 99% sure his professor didn’t assign Shrek 2 as viewing material)

Being able to find each other's things, but never your own.

Going all out for holiday decorations, but you have to agree on them before purchsing bc one time you bought one of those motion activated figures for Halloween without telling him and he almost had a heart attack and punched it in the face.

Groaning as you set down the last box, you staggered over to where Jin sat unpacking another box before sliding down to sit next to him on the floor with a soft thud.

“Is that the last of it?” He asked.

“Yep, everythings here.” You slumped against his shoulder, “Ugh, I’m so tired. I think I went up and down those stairs two hundred times.”

“Hey, look.” Jin nudged you as he looked around at the disorganized mix of furniture and boxes scattered throughout the space.

“What?”

“We did it. We’re in our apartment.” He said, grinning at you proudly.

“Yeah, we are.” You agreed, returning his smile.

”This is our living room. That’s our bedroom, our bathroom.” He pointed as he spoke.

“We have a kitchen too.” You noted.

“You wanna cook dinner together in our kitchen?” He asked, raising a brow at you.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’m too tired now.” You sighed, falling back on the floor dramatically. “Can we just go to bed?”

“Fine by me.” He chuckled, getting to his feet and turning to face you. Rather than helping you up, however, he simply grabbed hold of your ankles and began pulling you across the floor.

“What are you doing?!” You squealed.

“Taking you to bed.” He said. “I can’t carry you right now, my back hurts.”