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seumyo · 2 months ago

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yearning drunk!husband ushijima wakatoshi.

NOTE. contains a bit of alcohol content—though nothing too explicit or anything concerning <33

It always started the same way—kind of like an inside joke that grew wings, feathers, a tab, and Ushijima’s name on the reservation list.

Ushijima never initiated going out drinking with his Schweiden Adlers teammates. In fact, he rarely said anything about it at all. It was always someone else who mentioned it after a game. Always someone else who slung an arm over his shoulder and declared, “C’mon, Ushiwaka, we have to celebrate,” even though Ushijima had never once expressed interest in alcohol, bar food, or drunken conversations.

Still, he always went.

Because it’d be rude if he didn’t at least stay for a few minutes, he thinks.

Sometimes he showed up in his team windbreaker, sometimes in a long, dark gray coat that made him look like a trench-wearing monument of silence. And he never said no, even when the clamor of celebration was already grating at the edges of his patience.

Tonight was one of those nights.

They’d won by the skin of their teeth—an overtime set against a grueling opponent, the kind of match that made even the benchwarmers feel like champions by the end. So of course Heiwajima had started the round-up in the locker room. Hoshiumi had shouted over everyone about their lucky bar down the street, and within twenty minutes, the entire team had found themselves in their regular private suite.

Ushijima sat at the end of the table, his back straight, a glass in front of him filled with alcohol he didn’t particularly like. His teammates were loud and loose and chaotic—laughing at Sokolov trying to arm-wrestle the bar’s bouncer, clapping every time someone dropped a fork, and yelling across the table in at least three different languages.

“A thousand yen says he’ll ask about his wife in twenty minutes,” Hoshiumi said quietly, leaning toward their captain, Hirugami Fukurou.

“You’re giving him way too much credit,” Romero replied, fondly grinning. “He gets wistful around minute twelve.”

“He gets wistful the moment he sits down.”

Ushijima was unmoved. He stared at his drink, took a single sip, and let it rest in his hand. He didn’t participate in the yelling, the toasts, or the story someone was animatedly telling about a missed serve from three seasons ago. He just existed—quietly, stoically—as a satellite to the chaos.

Except, of course, they all knew he was waiting.

He always was.

There was a pattern to the transformation. First, he’d sit there like stone. Then he’d blink a little more slowly. His brows would draw together—not in anger, but in vague confusion, like he was lost in a thought he couldn’t solve. His fingers would move against his glass, not to drink but to fidget, just a little.

And then…

“Has anyone seen my phone?” Ushijima asked, barely louder than the buzz of conversation.

Hoshiumi slid it across the table immediately. “Right here, Ushiwaka. Sorry! We took a few pictures here and there.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at the screen. It was still lit with the last message from you from earlier that day: Good luck, baby. Don’t forget to stretch your left shoulder. He’d never replied—he never did, not when he was already in headspace—but now, he stared at it like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

“You want to text her?” Hoshiumi asks, lightly teasing, which Ushijima didn’t catch onto.

Ushijima didn’t answer. He opened the thread and typed a few letters. Deleted them. Typed something else. Backspaced. Then just stared.

And then finally: “She hasn’t replied.”

His teammates laughed.

“There it is!”

“It’s only been seventeen minutes! I win!”

“No, you cheated. I said ten, and he didn’t even check his phone until minute twelve!”

“Shh, shh, look at him—he’s pouting.”

“Wait, is this the pout phase? I thought that came after the silent brooding phase.”

“Technically we’re entering pout-brood overlap. It’s a dangerous time.”

Ushijima didn’t argue. He simply set the phone down again and folded his hands in front of him. Kageyama leaned over.

“You want me to call her for you, Ushijima-san?”

Ah, yes. Kageyama was too nice for his own good. Trying to enhance his socialization and trying to lessen his awkwardness with his teammates when the conversation didn’t revolve around volleyball.

Ushijima nodded. Just once. Immediately. “Yes.”

...

“Amazing! He’s not even trying to hide it.”

“Can you imagine being that in love?”

“He just wants his wife. Look at him. He’s a whole sad poem in one sitting.”

“She’s gonna get here, and he’s gonna light up like a lantern.”

“May this love run me over.”

Kageyama stood and walked a few paces away from the table, already dialing your number. Meanwhile, the others watched Ushijima sip his drink again—not because he wanted it, but because it gave his hands something to do. His eyes were glued to the screen even though no new notifications had appeared.

Romero leaned in conspiratorially to Hirugami. “Do you think she talks to him in, like, soft tones? Calls him ‘baby’ and stuff?”

“I think so,” he shrugs. “I think they’re sweet like that.”

“Aw, young love.”

The teasing continued, but it softened. Because underneath the jokes and the laughs was a sort of awe.

Their teammate—so serious, so focused, so unreadable on court—was completely and utterly soft when it came to his wife. Not in a loud way. Not in any way that could be easily teased, really. It was quiet. Heavy. Real.

When Kageyama returned, he had a pleased expression. “She’s on her way. Said she just got off work and is driving over.”

Ushijima gave another slow blink.

“Thank you.”

Kageyama nods. Somehow they manage to have conversations even if they just continue nodding to each other.

As soon as Kageyama said it, his phone buzzed with a new message. He didn’t even need to open it. He could tell by the way his entire body relaxed by a single, barely noticeable degree.

Sorry, hun. Just got off work. Are you okay?

He replied.

I’m okay. I miss you.

And then he set the phone down and folded his hands again, this time with more calm. More certainty. You were coming. That was all he needed to know.

The others noticed the shift immediately.

“He smiled.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“He did! Don’t argue with me; I saw it. It was micro. But it counted.”

“He’s already halfway out the door with his heart.”

“Watch, the second she walks through that door, he’ll go full puppy mode.”

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, the door opened. A gust of cold air followed you inside, along with the soft jingle of the bar’s entrance bell. You spotted them easily—your eyes landing on Ushijima before anything else. And his entire body seemed to change shape.

He stood up—not quickly, but instantly, with a kind of gravity no one else in the room had.

You smiled as you approached, slipping out of your coat and brushing off the cold that nipped your nose softly. “Hi, love,” you greeted softly. “You ready to go?”

“Yes,” Ushijima said, already reaching for his jacket.

As he shrugged it on, you turned to the table. “Hope he wasn’t too much trouble?”

Hoshiumi leaned on the table with a grin. “[Name], your husband is the definition of ‘not trouble.’ We’re just grateful you came to collect him before he sighed himself into the carpet.”

“Tell them what he said!” someone shouted.

“He asked if anyone had seen his phone like it was a national emergency.”

“And he didn’t pout—he brooded. Like a man out of a romantic novel.”

“I think I did,” Ushijima just nodded at their comments about him.

He then stood by quietly, waiting for you to finish your goodbyes. When you looped your arm through his, he leaned ever so slightly toward you.

As they left, Romero raised his glass.

“To [Name]’s husband,” he declared. The table cheered.

Outside, as you two walked toward the car, you glanced up at him, fingers tightening around his arm.

“You really okay?” you asked.

He hummed. Then, in that low, steady voice only you ever got to hear, it softened—

“I missed you,” he said again. “They were loud. I wanted to see you very much.”

You smiled and gave his arm a firm, loving squeeze. “Well. I’m here now.”

And... yeah.

That’s what he’s been wanting to hear all night.

#‹𝟹 𓏲🗒️ꜝֶָ֢ ʾʾ #ushijima x reader #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x you #ushijima fluff #ushijima oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu oneshot #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq oneshot #haikyuu ushijima #hq ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #hq wakatoshi #haikyuu wakatoshi #haikyuu ushiwaka

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chowadoe · 5 months ago

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sonadow fankid blast 💥 meet Breaker! his twin is up next 🕺

primarily takes after Sonic, taking over the day shift of watching Green Hills and the 'hero' mantle. beloved face. helps grandmas across the street. avid errand runner. has helpful big brother/camp counselor vibes!

🌖 At first I named him Breaker as a shorthand for 'daybreak' (his twin being named Dusk) and thought it was stupid (bc Sonic would name his kid something stupid) but the more i thought about it.. the more it worked.. windbreaker…. circuit breaker…a breaker being a heavy sea wave connecting to Sonic's fear of water..breaks/brakes… mm wordplay

very aloof! enjoys life. loves hiking. he loves anything with a good view. prefers to take it a day at a time, if given the choice. has a curiosity and interest in the powers and skills of others he's incredibly strong w/ powers including electricity + Chaos Control/time-space manipulation (and still wearing limiters)

he is extremely tactical with when and how he uses Chaos Control. With new opponents Breaker wouldn't use his Chaos Control, relying on speed and fistpower. If he did, he'd make it seem that he was just extremely fast getting places, using the shadows of his opponent and surrounding environment to slip between places

ever since he was a little, Breaker’s always come out on top. he’s always looked up to heroes, naturally- after all both their fathers were. and he’s settled into the role quite nicely, one of Green Hills’ very own, and just as beloved. all the townsfolk know him, all the women fawn over him, a true bonafide role model. But even his twin brother Dusk wonders/isn't sure if thats really what he wants or if its simply a role he’s acclimated to.

Breaker has a bit of an iceberg to his character. Most people see the very top layer, what they see day-to-day of the young aloof Mobian heralded as "Sonic and Shadow's son". there's something else that goes on beneath..

his powers essentially distort him from living the same wavelength as others. Like that moment in Sonic Prime where Sonic is going so fast, time has essentially stopped for everyone else. Tapping into this power has led him to believe he is invincible in ways, but not entirely. he enjoys all the scuffs, he enjoys what life has to throw him, his friends, etc. It keeps him grounded. as a result, he has a curiosity when he finally gets to dance with danger one-on-one like the average Mobian. he appreciates any opportunity to throw himself into dangerous situations because he enjoys the thrill of possibly getting hurt, as the pain allows him to feel 'mortal'.

One of his core principals is that he doesn’t want people hurt. He wants people safe. But sometimes it's unsure if thats the case or if its because he wants other people out of his way so he can set the stage between just him and his opponent.. and thus, minimize the collateral damage/cleanup.

He is rather tactical outside of battle too and does especially well in social settings. he already has the chops for it, being charismatic from the getgo, but he knows how to set people/things/his environment up in ways that would allow him to get to that final push for things to go his way without anyone being aware he had pulled any strings at all. he is incredibly observant, always picking up on the finer details. his hobby for people watching both comes in clutch as a both hobby he truly enjoys and something that could help him in future instances.

Whether Breaker wants to admit it or not, he cares about his image. Although his swagger is already quite effortless, he cares how the townsfolk perceive him, not just for the sake of vanity or narcissism but because he understands that people need an idol- they need guidance. That's what his dad was, and that's what he's for. It's what the stars were here for-- people had to look up somewhere for answers. He understands that he is something like a guiding light, a north star- but if they choose to refuse him, it's no skin off his back bc that’s their choice. He doesn't interfere with the choices people decide to make for themselves.

Breaker is a weird paradox character. where he's direct and very upfront, he is also so incredibly indirect about stuff too. Bro's always contradicting himself which makes it very hard for anyone to really pinpoint just what he's thinking beyond what they might know from the "hero" image he shows off.

Being good is a choice for him. But it's a choice he doesn't think about and something he's trained himself to wholeheartedly believe is instinct, as he doesn't believe himself to be a bad guy (and he isn't!) But it's like making a lie real and true.

Breaker, like his brother, has his own brand of isolation. Because of his powers, he lives on a different wavelength to other people. Always looking things through a window. He can look close enough to pretend the glass isn't there, that he's with there with everyone else, but there still exists that separation. So he chases after whatever makes him feel 'alive' and in the moment with everyone else.

#sonadow #sonadow fankid #fankid #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic oc #breaker the hedgehog

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dior-luxury · 2 months ago

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if it's alright could you please do togame, nirei and natori pining hcs? specifically with a more physically clingy reader! was rlly surprised that no one's requested any windbreaker stuff yet

How'd They Pin After You

( ✧ ) ────── crush stories . fluff - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] togame . nirei . natori

- [𝐩:𝐬] Slow burn . Mutual pining . Emotional vulnerability . Emotional intensity . Light possessiveness (esp. Jo and Shingo) . Touching/Physical clinginess . Jealousy (Shingo, mildly)

Note: My first windbreaker request, yay! (๑>◡<๑) Hopefully I captured all of their personalities right and it's not too crazy.

Jo Togame

He pines like it’s a secret, like it’s something sacred. The way monks guard temples, the way wolves guard dens—silent, fierce, unwavering.

At first, he doesn’t understand what’s happening. He just notices that when you’re around, his chest feels tight. That your laugh cuts through the noise of the world. That he’s watching you too long. That your name feels like a prayer he doesn’t dare say out loud.

Jo is the kind of guy who’s hard to read. He won’t flirt. He won’t joke. But he will notice everything. If you’re cold, he’ll take off his jacket and hand it to you, wordless. If you’re tired, he’ll tilt his head in quiet invitation to rest on his shoulder. If you’re in danger? He’s the first one in front of you.

He starts showing up everywhere. Quietly. Consistently. Like a shadow that wants to be your sun. He’ll wait for you outside school even if you didn’t ask. Will walk behind you, matching your pace, making sure you’re safe.

Jo doesn’t speak much—but when he does, and it’s to you? It’s like gravity shifts.

“You shouldn’t walk home alone.” “You look exhausted. Go home. I’ll cover for you.” “Don’t waste your smile on people who don’t deserve it.”

His version of pining is protection. Devotion. He won’t say “I like you,” but his actions scream it—every second.

And here’s the plot twist: he’s physically clingy too, but he does it in a way that’s incredibly intense and tender at the same time. He doesn’t reach for you unless it’s important. But when he does—your wrist, your waist, your fingers—he holds on like you’re going to disappear.

One day, you trip on a curb. He catches you. Doesn’t let go.

You look up at him and say, “Thanks.”

And he says, “I won’t let you fall.”

He means it metaphorically. He always does.

He pines through silence, through long stares when you’re not looking, through walking you home and pausing outside your door like he wants to say something but never quite does. Until one day, he just says:

“Tell me what you need. I’ll be there.”

Because loving you hurts for him—but not loving you would hurt more.

Akihiko Nirei

This boy falls hard and fast. He’s not subtle about it either—when he likes you, everyone knows it. Not because he blurts it out, but because his entire soul lights up like it’s springtime every time you’re near.

At first, he’s just happy to be around you. It starts with casual hangs—sitting beside you during breaks, offering you bites of his bento (“You’ve got to try this karaage! My mom made it—don’t worry, I didn’t mess it up!”), or pulling you into random group chats with the guys. He wants to include you in every piece of his life.

But soon, it gets deeper. Nirei starts noticing the tiny things: how you laugh with your eyes before your mouth catches up, how you always forget your umbrella, how you zone out when you’re overwhelmed. He starts carrying extras—extra pen, extra snacks, extra umbrella—just in case. But he’ll always act like it’s a coincidence.

“Oh, you forgot your lunch? Haha, I totally brought too much—take some!”

Every time you’re near, his voice is a little louder, his smile a little wider. But when you leave? He stares after you like you’re carrying half his heart with you.

He pines in daydreams. Like, he’ll stare out the window during class imagining what it’d be like to walk you home while the cherry blossoms fall. He replays your texts over and over, trying to find hidden meanings. Sometimes he even types up fake conversations with you just to practice what he’d say.

And oh, he’s the physically clingy one. Very. But it doesn’t feel heavy—it feels warm. Natural. He’s always slinging an arm around your shoulders like it’s no big deal. Pulling you into side hugs when you’re sad. Tugging your wrist when he wants you to come look at something cool. He’s always touching you, and when you’re not around, he kinda... slumps a little.

He pines out loud too. To everyone except you. Like he’ll be walking with Sakura and just sigh, “Man, [Your Name] looked so cool today…” and Sakura’s like, “JUST TELL THEM.” And he’s like, “What if they don’t like me back? What if I make it weird?”

Because here’s the thing about Nirei—he cherishes you so much, he’s afraid of ruining it. So he just keeps giving, hoping you’ll notice. Hoping you’ll choose him, not because he asked, but because you see him the way he sees you.

One day, if you fall asleep beside him on the train? He’ll sit perfectly still the whole ride, afraid to wake you, memorizing the weight of your head on his shoulder like it’s the most important moment of his life.

Shingo Natori

Shingo’s the kind of guy who teases his crush, but in that soft but sneaky way. He’s usually confident with his boys, loud in a chill kind of way, always down for fun, but when you’re around? His rhythm changes.

At first, you wouldn’t even suspect anything. He still jokes, still calls you weird nicknames (“oi, sleepyhead,” “shorty,” even if you're taller), still acts like the clown of the group—but there’s a difference in the pauses. Like the way he watches you laugh from across the courtyard and grins to himself like an idiot, then quickly looks away when someone catches him.

He pines quietly. Like when you’re talking to someone else—especially another guy—he’ll suddenly start appearing at your side with a casual, “Yo, didn’t know you were out here,” even though he definitely spotted you from across the school yard. He’ll never outright admit he’s jealous, but his jokes get more pointed, his smile a little tighter.

He starts “bumping into you” more. Like at the konbini late at night, after cram school. “Didn’t know you liked melonpan too. Must be fate, huh?” Cue him walking you home and low-key memorizing every detail of your route. Every light post. Every place you pause.

But where Shingo really pines is in his bedroom. Late at night, lying in bed with his phone in hand, staring at your Instagram stories. He doesn’t like anything—not yet—but he watches them over and over. Sometimes he types out a DM and deletes it before sending. He doesn’t want to come off too eager.

He doodles your name on the edge of his notebook pages. Acts like it’s a joke if someone sees. But if you ever sit next to him during lunch or in class? He becomes a little too still. Hyper-aware of your elbow barely brushing his. And if you lean in, accidentally touching his shoulder to show him your phone screen?

He goes completely still. Doesn’t even breathe. But his heart’s hammering like he just ran a 100-meter dash.

Eventually, he starts leaving little things in your locker. A can of your favorite drink. A note that says, “Don’t be late to gym again or I’m draggin’ you.” No name. But you know it’s him. And he wants you to know.

He’s the kind of piner who turns friendship into slow-burning obsession, and every moment he spends around you feels like a page in a diary he’d never admit he writes.

#𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐑-𝐋𝐔𝐗𝐔𝐑𝐘 #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker scenarios #windbreaker headcanon #windbreaker imagines #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker x you #wind breaker x y/n #wind breaker headcanons #wind breaker imagines #wind breaker scenarios #togame x reader #togame jo x reader #togame jo x you #nirei x reader #nirei akihiko x reader #natori shingo x reader

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back2bluesidex · 26 days ago

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Noona - Geum Seongje (WHC 2)

summary: Having a crush on a delinquent highschooler is definitely not a good idea.

pairing: geum seongje x fem older!reader

genre: fluff? ig.

word count: 1k

A/N: Writing something that's not about bangtan is always tough. but ngl, weak hero class has changed the trajectory of my life. While I am a sieun & suho girlie, I find seongje interesting. hence, this fic. enjoy, ig.

btw, I also have written a tiny sieun x suho that you can find here. if you wanna read I mean.

You should run, or at least scream. But oddly enough, your feet stay planted in their own places - as if they have their own minds - stubborn enough to listen to whatever solution your brain is supplying currently.

The scene unfolds right before your face. A highschooler is slammed on the nearest wall with a loud enough thud to jolt your core, another gets a blow on his face - neck almost breaking, the next one is tackled so fiercely that his face smashes into the ground, he starts bleeding instantly.

There are some other movements but you are so taken aback by the bloody mess just a few steps away from your shoes, that you don’t see anything else happening.

Your eyes are planted on the pool of blood just when you see a figure walking over to you from your peripheral vision, skipping over the bloody mess, to approach you.

And then you see him. With some difficulty, you pull your eyes from the ground to look at the face of the center of whatever massacre that took place a few seconds ago.

It’s another high schooler.

Uniform tucked under a vigorously orange windbreaker. By the looks, anyone would call him a nerd but you, although unaware of the boy’s identity, know better.

His glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose. Fire dances in his eyes as he takes a good look at you.

Even in the dim light of the shady alleyway - the boy looks handsome.

It’s only when he comes closer, you spot a mole under his left eye and his handsomeness increases by ten fold.

Only if he wasn’t almost five years younger than you…

Only if he just didn’t beat up at least eight guys right before you…

“Did you see anything, noona?” the guy asks, stepping dangerously close to you. You step back.

He says those words with a casualness as if he knows you for years.

You don’t reply. He grins. And fuck! Why does he have to be so hot?

“Don’t make me sad. Come on, I need a reply.” he presses.

“What will you do if I say yes?” your voice comes out confident, the exact opposite of what you are feeling inside.

The guy only smiles.

“Then I will make sure that you don’t misunderstand anything. These guys were bullying my friend so I just taught them a lesson. Is that believable?” He gestures towards the beaten up boys who now have started fleeing one by one.

“No. Not at all.” you reply.

The guy breaks into a loud laugh.

“You are intelligent. And that’s why I will expect you to forget whatever happened here, yeah? Oh and by the way, I’m Geum Seongje. We will meet again.” and with that he walks away. His figure slowly disappears in the dark mouth of the alley and you find yourself tracing the fading shape of his silhouette.

You need sleep.

You really need to sleep and forget.

The second time you meet Seongje is when you turn the corner of the same alleyway and take the road that leads straight to your apartment complex’s entrance.

You don’t see him at first, so he takes it upon himself to gain your attention.

“Noona, how are you doing?” He starts walking beside you and you jump out of your skin in terror.

“The fuck!” you scream, “you scared me!”

He laughs, full and bright, minus the mirth, “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

“What are you doing here?” your eyebrows bunch together in a frown. You thought he left you with a warning that night? Then what is he doing here right now?

“Just checking up on you.”

“You mean checking up on whether I reported anything to the police?”

“That too”

You stop, half because you are annoyed with the boy’s unannounced appearance, half because you have reached your destination.

You are about to come up with a verbal blow when something catches your eyes. The corner of Seongje’s mouth is cracked.

He follows your line of sight and smirks, “it’s nothing”

“Come in with me. Don’t go around being bruised like this.” Your proposal takes both of you and him off guard.

You don’t know what made you prompt such an offer to a stranger. He is probably wondering the same.

But none of you make any more arguments as he follows you closely behind.

You can tell Geum Seongje gets into fights quite often by the way his hands work in automation while applying first aid.

You place a glass of water on your coffee table as he puts a bandaid on his knuckle.

“What’s the point of it if you are going to get hurt?” you question absent-mindedly.

“Not all of us get to live a comfortable life. We are forced to the battlefield even before we learn to stand and by the time we understand what’s happening, fighting becomes a habit.” a look of hurt, solemness flashes on his eyes. But those are gone as soon as they come.

You ponder upon his words. Whatever he said is pretty deep and not every highschooler would think in such a way.

“Have you eaten?” you divert the conversation.

Seongje’s eyes widen.

“What is it with you, noona? First treatment and now food? Do you like me or something?” his smug smile is back on his face, gums flashing - your heart does a quick skip.

“Yah! What- what are you-”

“Oh you are blushing!” he laughs. Your face feels way too hot for your own liking. Before you can deny his accusations, he stands up, “sorry, but I have to go now. Got some unfinished business. But if you don’t mind…” he fishes his phone out of his pocket and extends it towards you.

You contemplate for a second before taking the device from him and punching your number and your name in it.

“Noona, your name is as pretty as your face. You are totally my type.” he smiles again. The funny feeling in your stomach only deepens.

“Get out of my house!” you fake annoyance.

Seongje casually strolls towards your door. He throws a casual, “I’ll see you again” over his shoulder before the door closes behind him.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

You have a crush on a highschooler?? That too a delinquent?? What’s wrong with you!!!???

#geum seongje x reader #seongje x reader #wolf keum #geum seongje #weak hero x reader #geum seong je #geum seongje imagine #geum seongje scenario #whc2 x reader #weak hero class two #keum seongje #weak hero class 2 #wolf keum x reader #geum seong je x reader #whc2 #weak hero

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unluckilyimnot · 4 months ago

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Friend trying to win your bf over/talking shit behind your back

Characters: isagi, sae, rin, karasu, nagi

Note : I did this for a request but I'll do it with more fandom (genshin and windbreaker), so tell me if anyone want one with a character in particular (hc / one shot...) or another fandom

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m.list | rules

Sae

Sae's not there to be fucked around or around people he loves

So let's just say that your friend looking down on you will only happen once

He hates the way she interrupts you to talk about her own feelings or point of you to HIM

Why would he care about someone else?

"Nobody cares. Go on, Dear."

He's not scared to speak for everyone since he clearly realized she's trying to steal time and space from you specifically

He's the type to just stop listening to her of answer her – not that he paid much attention before

It's almost boring how quickly he reacts, but he can't accept someone hurting you when your his everything

Rin

Same as Sae, he's not open to other people and rarely care about them

He's less blunt though

He doesn't really like your friend for the start but he'd almost admire her persistence if it wasn't turned against you

He's lost count of how many times he just sighs at her face or side eyes her to death when she's trying to be better than you

He'll generally put up with it if you can defend yourself but he also turned her down a lot when he's tired of it

He's impressed how quick you shut her up the second she tries to touch him though

He hates it and you can't put up with that, she can try to look down to you in front of your bf but she can't step too close in his personal space

Rin convince you to cut her off after that

Yoichi

Does realize what's she trying to do but LATE

He really thought for a long time that she was just trying to be included and to get to know what he liked so he wasn't left out

He also told you that you were exaggerating the few first times you mention her attitude

It honestly put your relationship in danger bc he couldn't get himself to push her away when she got a bit too close to him or he ended up listening to her more than you

It took his friends to mention her weird attitude around you two, PLUS you yelling him to open his eyes before he finally get to realize she was like this only with him

And how much she looked down on you on every chance she had

He's more than quick to turn her down after that and oh gods, he's doing his best to regain your trust

Karasu

He's not buying her overly cute and harmless behavior but still let her a chance

He also get the chance to understand why you think so low of yourself, with friends like her around

He's careful around her, staying close to you, paying close attention to you and assuring you that you're doing enough when she tries to push you down

He's sick to see that she's always trying to get close to him even if he brings every conversation to you, even if you're not here

He push her away before you get the chance to do so, and then insisted for you to cut her from your life

Nagi

He's honestly not interested in anyone but you and his few close friends, so let's say it doesn't go the way she wants to

She can talk to him all she wants, he's not listening, he doesn't even realize it's for him

He only thinks she's full of herself and boring to be around

You're probably annoyed and frustrated at first, and you talk to him about it

But when he tells you that he find her so boring you can't help but laugh and let her do so much before cutting her off

But not before nagi told her himself that she's so boring he wants to leave every time he sees her

Let me know if you liked it !!

#blue lock x reader #blue lock hc #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff #isagi x reader #sae x reader #rin x reader #karasu x reader #nagi x reader

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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Reader commenting on Spencer’s hands being cold, and he starts excitedly rambling about the best ways to heat them up, like putting them under armpits. Only to get completely thrown back when she stuffs his hands in her under boob to keep them nice and warm and strong :) <3

Your eyes are drawn to Spencer's hands when he starts curling them into fists, rapidly clenching and unclenching them in the chilly Chicago air. You're sitting cross-legged on the stoop of a witness's home, waiting for JJ to return from questioning her. She'd been uneasy with such a heavy government presence in her home, and you don't blame her for it, so you'd elected to stay outside with Reid.

"Cold, Spence?" You ask, and he nods sheepishly, his curls flying.

"I'm trying to get circulation back to my fingers," He explains, shaking his hands out for a brief second before curling them again, "Moving your fingers gets your blood flowing, but there's only so warm I can get in 30-degree weather."

You smile sympathetically at him, watching as his nails dig into his palms once more with a curl of his fingers, "Maybe we can bribe JJ to get us coffee on the way back to the precinct."

"They never give me the sugar I ask for," Spencer laments, shaking out his fingers once more, "I think they think I'm trying to steal their supply, but I really just like having eight packets in one cup."

The snort that you let out releases a puff of visible breath into the cold morning air. As it dissipates Spencer tries breathing into his hands, but his skin is still pale, nail beds dangerously close to turning purple, and you sigh resignedly.

"Come here, Spence," You hold your hands out, and he looks curiously up at you. His head tilts just barely to the side, and you're reminded of a confused puppy.

"Give me your hands," You urge, emphasizing the way that you're holding yours out. He does so without question, but you can tell that you've certainly improved circulation to his face, because his cheeks are blazing hot with a rosy blush when he obeys.

"Body heat really helps," You promise, unzipping the fabric of your FBI windbreaker. You hold both of Spencer's hands in your free hand now, but when your jacket is properly unzipped you lead his hands straight to your torso. They're posed on your ribcage, and Spencer stills, watching the way that they touch you with wide eyes.

"Under- there," You slip his hands up an inch, letting them slip into the space beneath your bra, your skin flushed with natural heat that soaks into Spencer's veins like sunlight to a wilting plant. Contrary to the body heat now flooding his limbs he's frozen, eyes wide and jaw slack as you stuff his hands beneath your chest.

"That better?" You ask, shimmying slightly in place and jostling his hands. Your bra slips further over the backs of his hands and only makes them warmer, enveloping him in even more of your body heat. He gulps, you actually see his throat bob, and nods silently, still leaned forwards to take in more of your warmth.

"Thanks," He breathes, trying very hard, and failing very miserably, to pretend like he's not about to combust.

You're almost certain that his hands are barely thawed at all when JJ steps abruptly out of the front doors of the building, and her boots skid to a stop in front of you and Spencer. You glance up at her with a warm smile, but Spencer yanks his hands away, wringing them out in his lap with wide eyes.

"Uh, she was- we were just... my hands-" Spencer babbles, and the more he struggles, the more her smirk grows over her face.

"His hands were cold," You explain, reaching out to grab them once more and squeezing the barely-tepid skin, "Let's hurry and get into the car, we can turn the heat on full blast."

You've seen Spencer exhibit a mild jog while chasing unsubs, his gun held at his side like it's a bag of bricks, but he skitters to the SUV faster than you've ever seen him move, leaving you and JJ behind on the steps of the apartment building.

"So, did he put his hands there, or did you?" JJ asks, and you don't need to see her face; you know from the mirth in her voice that she's still smirking as you stand up.

"I did," You grunt, trying very hard, and failing very miserably, to pretend like you're not about to combust, "He was shivering, JJ. What was I supposed to do, let him freeze to death?"

"No, no," She raises her hands in a gesture of surrender but her voice still contains that sadistic amusement, "You're right. A word of advice, though: next time, stick his hands between your thighs. It's a lot warmer down there."

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid one-shot #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid headcanons #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid hc #spencer reid hcs #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid dialogue #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader fanfiction

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xoxolaw · 19 days ago

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+ DISCOVER YOUR SECRETS

in which seong-je happens to discover secrets about his school's student council president who happens to have a spotless personality.

Geum Seong-je x reader

secret 5 :- the club

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 final

Whatever was going on between Seong-je and Y/N, it was hard to say. It was just doing things without saying anything. Seong-je was having the most fun he has ever had. And Y/N was deliberately not running away the fire that was approaching her.

At first she genuinely hated him, but that cocky personality of his, complemented hers perfectly. She found him really interesting. For Seong-je it was him who was looking at her from afar, catching her in moments that were only meant for her.

But, he had no idea of the ways Y/N was watching him. She saw him fight, even when he didn't know she was there. She saw him take naps at random places, do things that he found fun. And during the moments when he caught her, she didn't feel annoyed... Rather excited.

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Seong-je leaned against the shadowed wall of the club, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. He didn’t light it for the buzz tonight. He just needed something to hold onto—something to anchor him while his eyes remained glued to the unlikeliest sight on the dance floor.

Y/N.

The student council president, Kanghak High’s queen of control and composure, stood under the strobes of neon red and violet like she belonged to the night itself. Her hair was down—actually down—and her school blazer long gone. A sleeveless black top clung to her in the low light, revealing the clean, smooth line of her shoulders, and her hips swayed to the beat of a bass-heavy track in a rhythm he had never imagined coming from her. Not even in his wildest, most taunting fantasies.

She didn’t see him yet. That made it better. That made it real.

He watched the way her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as if she was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere freer. Every movement was unshackled, instinctive, like she’d let go of a part of herself he’d only caught glimpses of in piano rooms and boxing rings.

And somehow, it hit him harder than any fight he’d ever thrown himself into. Not because she was beautiful—though, damn, she was—but because she was real. Raw. Alive in a way she never let anyone see. This was her final secret, wasn’t it? Her rebellion.

"You just keep getting more impossible," he murmured to himself, lips curling into a grin.

He flicked the cigarette to the ground.

Time to join the chaos.

Y/N didn’t feel the heat of his presence until he was already behind her.

A hand brushed past her lower back, not quite touching but close enough that her body knew before her mind did. When she turned, startled, the breath she’d caught in the drop of the beat slipped right out again.

Geum Seong-je.

Of course.

He wore black windbreaker, his smirk was the same as ever—lazy, sharp, dangerous. His gaze roved over her like he was watching the world burn, and for once, she didn’t flinch away. She let him look. Let him see.

“This,” he said, stepping closer until the words grazed her cheek, his voice a low rasp beneath the music, “is the last place I expected to find you. And yet, here you are.”

Their eyes locked.

Y/N didn’t answer right away. Her heartbeat pulsed hard beneath her skin, not from the bass that trembled through the floor—but from him. His proximity. His audacity. His knowing grin that barely masked something more volatile underneath.

And then—she smiled. Just a little. Not her practiced one. Not the one she wore at school, tight and rehearsed. This was real. Crooked. Dangerous.

“Are you going to keep standing there like some villain in the shadows,” she said, voice brushing right against his chin, “or are you going to dance?”

Seong-je’s grin widened. His hands were already lifting—one finding her waist, the other lightly wrapping around her wrist. “Was waiting for an invitation, President.”

The beat dropped. The lights shifted—swirls of violet and red casting them in flickers of flame and smoke.

She didn’t pull away.

His palm pressed more fully into the curve of her hip. Her hand slid to his shoulder, fingers brushing the chain around his neck. Their bodies aligned, hips brushing, chests nearly touching. And then they moved.

It wasn’t smooth at first. It wasn’t choreographed or pretty like something out of a movie. It was instinct. Push and pull. A silent dare. He leaned in close; she tilted her chin defiantly. Her breath fanned across his collar; he laughed under his breath.

“You're full of surprises,” he murmured, voice heavy with heat.

“You’re just slow,” she shot back, but the words lost their bite when his hand slid to her back, anchoring her to him as they swayed. Her head tipped back slightly, and the exposed line of her throat shimmered under the lights.

He stared.

This girl—no, this woman in front of him—was not the version he’d built in his head. Not just the icy council president. Not just the perfect student. She was rhythm and rebellion and fire beneath skin, and every second he touched her made him want to dig deeper.

Their thighs brushed. Her fingers curled tighter on his shoulder. The song changed, slower now, deeper, pulling them into a new rhythm.

And then—God, she looked up at him.

Just a glance. But it was all it took.

She leaned down.

Their lips collided mid-motion, teeth brushing, breaths catching. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t planned. It was the kind of kiss that came from waiting too long and feeling too much. A low, rough sound left his throat when her hand tangled in his hair, yanking him closer. She tasted like adrenaline and something impossibly sweet. He chased it.

The dance floor melted away.

The press of their mouths deepened, her lips parting with a breathy sigh, his tongue sliding in—searching, coaxing, claiming. Her body arched into his. He groaned into her mouth, his grip tightening at her waist.

She was burning. So was he.

And yet—somewhere in the haze, Y/N pulled back.

Her lips were swollen, her chest rising and falling fast. Her pupils wide, almost black, locked on his.

“We can’t do this here,” she whispered.

Seong-je’s jaw clenched. He nodded once, wordless. His hand laced through hers—firm, no room for debate—and pulled her through the thrumming crowd. No one tried to stop them. No one could.

They reached the rooftop in silence.

The air was sharp with city wind, the night pressing in thick above them. Lights from passing cars flashed across their faces. Music still pulsed faintly below, but up here, everything felt quieter.

She leaned back against the railing, crossing her arms—not in defense, but tension. Heat still lingered on her skin. Her lips parted, but no words came.

So Seong-je closed the distance.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice rough now, hoarse, “you don’t get to throw a bomb like that and act like nothing happened.”

She didn’t move as he caged her in, palms on either side of the railing behind her. “You were watching me,” she said, almost a laugh. “All this time.”

He smirked. “You looked like a fire I wanted to run straight into.”

“And you did.”

He chuckled. “I always do.”

A beat passed. Their breaths mixed in the cold air.

Y/N’s voice came quiet. “I don't frequent clubs... Today happened to one, and here you are.” She glanced down. “Coming here. Dancing like that. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the only thing that’s mine. That doesn’t have expectations wrapped around it.”

Seong-je’s gaze sharpened.

“I thought it’d bother me more,” he said after a long moment, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “That I didn’t find it first.”

Her breath hitched.

“But seeing you like that…” he continued, dragging his fingers along her jaw, “It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N let her head fall back against the railing. “You only like the chase, Seong-je. The secrets. The surprise of finding out I’m not who everyone thinks I am.”

“Maybe,” he said.

She looked at him—wide-eyed, vulnerable.

“And maybe,” she continued, her voice tightening, “you’ll get bored. Maybe when you finally know everything—when there’s no mystery left—you’ll lose interest. You’ll find the next game.”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he surged forward, capturing her mouth again in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was a promise and a challenge all at once.

His hands slid under the hem of her top, fingers splaying across the skin of her lower back, yanking her flush against him. Her legs brushed his; their hips collided. His lips moved over hers like he needed to memorize every inch of her mouth. Her moan slipped between them when his teeth grazed her bottom lip.

“I won’t stop,” he growled against her skin, dragging his mouth down her jaw, her throat. “Not when you look at me like that.”

Y/N gasped as his hands roamed—rough, seeking, needing. She arched into him, clinging to the front of his shirt.

But then—

“Seong-je—wait.”

He froze.

Her palms pressed to his chest. Not pushing him away completely. Just… stopping.

“I want this,” she whispered, searching his face. “But I need to know what it is. What we are.”

He exhaled hard. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… is this just fun for you?” she asked. “Like everything else you do? The fighting, the skipping class, the chaos—”

He stared at her.

“—And me?” Her voice cracked. “Am I just another fun distraction?”

He stayed silent for a heartbeat too long.

Her eyes began to dim.

But then—

Seong-je stepped forward and grabbed her face between his palms.

“Y/N,” he said, voice shaking now, “even if I did start this for fun, that stopped the second I saw you look at me like I mattered.”

Her lips parted, but he didn’t let her speak.

“I don’t care how many secrets you’ve got left. You’ll never be unfun to me. Never boring. Never less.” His voice dropped. “Even if you show me everything, even if I know you so well I could draw the map of your soul blindfolded—”

He kissed her again. Hard. Desperate.

“—I’d still want more.”

She melted into him then. The weight of it all crashing between their bodies. She kissed him back like it was the first and last time. Fingers in his hair. His hands under her thighs, lifting her onto the railing. Her knees locked around his waist, anchoring them together.

They kissed until her lips ached, until their breathing turned ragged and every inch of skin buzzed. And just when it teetered on the edge of going further—

She pulled back again. Slowly.

Their foreheads pressed together.

“Not tonight,” she said.

Seong-je nodded. He didn’t protest. His thumb rubbed soft circles against her waist. He could feel her heartbeat beneath her skin, and it matched his own.

Silence lingered.

But it wasn’t heavy.

It was full.

Full of everything they’d said. Everything they hadn’t. Everything they were still becoming.

---

Whatever it was between Seong-je and Y/N, it had no name.

But in that moment—beneath the stars, with their hearts still racing and mouths bruised from the truth—it didn’t need one.

They had each other. The fun. The chaos. The fire.

And maybe, just maybe, something that would burn long after the thrill was over.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE + MASTERLIST

Damn!! The mini series is over!! I hope everyone reading this enjoyed it! I will be posting this on Wattpad as well ^-^. The username is the same as here. So if you want to check it out, you can <3

And if you want to request something, feel free to do so ^-^

#geum seongje x reader #geum seong je x reader #geum seong je #weak hero class two #weak hero x reader #weak hero webtoon

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toonilumi · 7 months ago

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After seeing Kami, Fry and Roxanne's relationship, may I ask abt Robin, Danger and Astra's?

these three met in high school. danger and robin got along like a house on fire. robin was drawn to his weird chaotic nature, and danger liked having someone who wouldnt automatically judge him for liking explosives. Astra lived very unsocially at this point, but eventually robin found their way into her life.

Danger and Astra did not get along at first. Astra found him annoying and Danger saw her as a stuck-up loser "like everyone else." The unfortunate part is that they both liked Robin. And Robin liked both of them (it was already known she was polyam). Now they were stuck together.

But over time Danger appreciated having someone respectfully calming him down, and Astra respected Danger's passion and drive to create. And maybe when they show off to Robin they aren't just showing off to her, but also the other person.

#not lumi art #now i kinda wanna draw them lol #astra selinofoto #robin myung #danger windbreaker

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yoiisa · 15 days ago

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Hellooooo good evening hi hello hi 👋☺️ I have decided to temporarily come out of the vault to make a request if that's okay! I've recently gotten into Windbreaker (peak btw) and couldn't help but notice the lack of fics where reader also knows how to fight and fights alongside the guys. I'd LOVE to see a reader who knows how to fight and is GOOD at it. A reader who isn't afraid to stand up for herself and for others and puts the thugs in their place. A reader who would go to Bofurin in a heartbeat if it weren't for the fact that it's an all boys school. Soooo here's where the request comes in! Could I ask for hcs for Umemiya, Sakura, Suo, Nirei, and Kaji with a fem reader who's also a fighter and fights alongside them? Thanks! (Also I'm a bit new to your blog as well but I've read through some of your stuff and I LOVE your writing😍 anyway that's all lol bye 👋☺️)

i wanna learn how to fight so badly irl (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) i'm actually so weak, it's so saaaadddd. i used to do karate when i was little but its literally been forever and a half since then

➜ umemiya hajime is honestly a bit relieved that you know how to fight yourself ➜ like don't get me wrong, if you needed this man to swoop in to be your knight in shining armor he would in a heartbeat! ➜ but that being said, he know he can't protect you all of the time. there's dangers out there that you could run into and get hurt really badly because of them, and that scares him more than he can say ➜ umemiya holds his loved ones incredibly close to his heart, and as seen with kotoha, if anything happened to you he'd lose his mind ➜ so the fact that you know how to fight brings him (and also hiragi) a little bit of peace

You check the bandages wrapped around your knuckles again, ensuring that they aren’t lifting at the corners. The cuts and scrapes along your skin are a rough sight, and although Ume has significantly calmed down since the two of you first started dating, he's still super high strung. You were supposed to be meeting him at this BBQ place a few blocks down from Pothos, but on the way there, you noticed Kotoha getting ganged up on. You couldn't possibly stand for that, that was your girl! So yes, you did jump in to save the day, and you know what? You did it. Those assholes got what they had coming to them and Kotoha was left fine. You hadn't realized how roughed up you'd gotten though. Scratches adorned your knees and hands from when you got knocked down, and your nose was bleeding. Kotoha practically dragged you back into the shop- which was temporarily closed for her lunch break- to get you all patched up. When you finally arrive at the BBQ place, Umemiya's voice is loud and cheery. "Ah- [name], over here-" his voice cuts out as he takes in your battered appearance. You look up, making eye contact with Ume shyly. "Wha-" "Who did this?" he asks, marching through the restaurant to you. He stops dead in front of you and tilts his head as he analyzes the way you're all bruised. "What happened?" "Just a tiny fight, it's all voer now," you reply, shoving him out of your bubble. You step past him and start toward the booth where he was sitting, but he grabs your wrist. "Don't brush it off," he says sternly. His brows furrow and he rubs his thumb along your wrist, "you're hurt, bad." You stare deep into his sky blue eyes before sighing. You smile softly and shake your head. "Can't you see that I'm already all bandaged?" "You shouldn't have been fighting so roughly to begin with," Umemiya grumbles. "Then what's the point of knowing how to fight at all?" you giggle. You pull on his finger, leading him back to his spot. "C'mon. I'm starving."

➜ the fact that you know how to fight only attracts sakura haruka to you even more, although he'd never admit it out loud ➜ seeing you be all badass and kicking people's butts with him makes him turn more red than anything else ever can or will ➜ and you look so effortless when you fight as well, his brain short circuits ➜ be careful though, you could definitely distract sakura from the fact that he is also in fact engaged in combat and he might take a hit or two

Sakura pants, his legs growing tired but he still pushes forward. He’d gotten a message from you a few minutes ago of just your location, and instantly he knew what that meant. You were in a fight, and potentially in trouble if you were calling for backup from him. You were a fairly skilled fighter, and could easily take Sakura in a fight, so he knew you could hold your own. That being said, he didn't know how many people you were up against or how strong they are. He needed to get to you, and fast. He skids around the corner of a street, his sneakers screeching against the pavement. By the time he finally gets to the alley way where you pinned your location though, he comes to a stop as he notices that you're leaning against a wall, looking completely calm. You're face is a little banged up and you have scratches along your knuckles, but aside from that you look fine, if not a little tired. You look up at him and beam, "Oh! Haruka, you came. Took you long enough." "Shut it," he says, shock filling his system. "Clearly . . . you took care of it." "Mhm!" you laugh and walk up to him. You stand in front of him, happy as ever, before saying softly, "I just wanted some help getting back to my place though. They kinda messed my ankle up really bad." Sakura looks down, noticing your ankle has a giant slit along it. He drops to his knees, inspecting the wound. The gash is bad, and it could've been made with something dirty, like a stray pipe. He needs to take you to get it checked out. He sighs and looks up at you from the ground. "How many other guys were there?" "Hmmm, around four or five. I don't know, I think one ran away." That startles a laugh from Sakura. "And how do they look?" You smirk. You put your hand on his hair, messing with it. "How do you think?" He chuckles and sweeps you into his arms bridal style. "That's good. Now come on. If you have to get that foot taken off, I'm not gonna be carrying you around everywhere." "You have such an active imagination, y'know that Haru?"

➜ suo hayato is your number one sparring partner ➜ the two of you will fully make dates out of practice fights, and despite the rather gruesome nature of fighting in and of itself, suo somehow manages to make the dates super fun every time ➜ he takes you to a dojo, spends the first half an hour or so fixing things like your form, before the two of you break into a few rounds ➜ he'll never outright hurt you, but he won't hold back either. it'll be a lot like how he fights with nirei honestly ➜ and after the fact, when he does beat (cuz let's face it that man will not lose even if he's not trying), he's the first to patch you up and make sure you're in one piece

"Hmm, on that next punch, try to keep your arm a little bit higher." You get into your stance, and make a fist. You raise it as if to punch something, but freeze once your arm is up. You adjust the angle of your hook, asking, "Like this?" Suo nods. "Perfect. It'll help you direct the power more precisely. Here," he grabs a punching pad and puts it on his arm. He raises it in front of his face and says, "have at it." You nod, returning to your first position. You bounce back and forth a little on your feet, feeling light in your uniform, before you finally launch into your attacks. Suo is a brick wall as you lay punches onto the block of foam in front of his face. He watches your movements from over the top of the punching pad, taking into account whether or not you're following his advice. Suo, whenever the two of you are sparring, is an immovable wall. No matter what angle you go at him from, he remains steadfast in his stances and attacks. It would be impressive, but at the beginning of you guys training together, it only infuriated you. You, who had been relatively undefeated up until that point, couldn't seem to get a single blow on Suo! You pant, recalling that frustration and using it to fuel your determination now. Your blows carry more weight to them, and your fists make small indents into the punching pad. Then, suddenly, you throw a particularly well-formed hit that sends Suo scooting back a little on his feet. He startles and you do too. The two of you stare in silence at one another, your chest rising and falling as you try to take in your breaths. Finally, you let out a loud cheer, jumping up and down in your excitement. "Yes! I got you! I got you, let's go!" you run in a tiny circle around Suo, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. He watches you with a awesome gaze before sighing and smiling as well. As you stop bouncing around him like some kinda bunny, he lifts his hand and pats your head, gently mussing up your hair. "Good girl," he sighs. "You did good."

➜ if there is anyone in the world who's your number one cheerleader, it's nirei akihiko ➜ this man is like a puppy and worships the ground you walk on ➜ but there is a part of him that wishes he was strong like you too, and could take on the punches so you weren't always bearing the brunt of it all ➜ so in addition to suo's lessons, he also takes up classes with you as well ➜ you and suo have two vastly different fighting styles after all, so it only broadens nirei's arsenal in the end, and in his mind, makes him a hell of a lot strong than he's ever been!

You watch from your spot in the grass as Nirei fumbles over his feet again. He falls flat into the ground, causing Suo to burst out into laughter over the ordeal. You sigh and shake your head, before pushing yourself onto your feet. "Here, Aki," you say, extending your hand to him. The golden-haired boy glances up at you, smiling widely. "Thank you!" he says cheerily. He rises to his feet and dusts himself off before rubbing the back of his neck. "Looks like I still got a lot of work to do, huh? Sorry you had to see me being such a klutz, [name]." You shake your head, your heart hurting a little at how easily he puts himself down. You squeeze his hand and say, "Maybe you just need a new style of fighting. Suo's style," you explain as you turn to look at the other boy, "is more inspired by kung fu, so it takes more light steps, but you're more heavy on your feet. I've noticed you really plant your feet into the ground and just bear the brunt a lot of the time. Maybe you'd benefit more from something like boxing?" Nirei scratches his cheek and looks over at Suo, who just shrugs. "It could be that you'll get the hang of boxing easier," he explains. Nirei shakes his head. "Boxing's too scary for me. I don't wanna train with a complete stranger who could completely kill me!" You smile and poke his cheek. "Well then, Sakura could teach you." "Sakura . . ." "Sakura doesn't know that Nirei's learning how to fight just yet," Suo supplies and Nirei blushes. "Oh, well then I could teach you," you offer. Nirei's breath hitches. "R-really?" You nod, smiling up at him. "Yeah, it'd be no biggie. That's the kinda style I'm the best in anyways. Basic ol' punches and blocks." Nirei nods appreciatively, repeating, "Thank you, thank you so much [name]! I'll do my best, promise!"

➜ kaji ren very rarely lets you show of your talents and it drives you insane ➜ it's not like he's doing it on purpose either! it's just when threats show up, his protective mode kicks heavy into overdrive ➜ you barely even get a chance to move into your starting position before kaji's already completely annihilated the opposing side ➜ he sheepishly apologizes to you when you whine about not being able to fight alongside him, but he just can't help it ➜ if he saw you get hurt, his whole world would just end right then and there

"Enomoto!" you call out. You stop walking and turn to look at the boy behind you, narrowing your eyes. "Stop. Following. Me." He sighs and catches up to you, standing at your side. "I don't really have much of a choice. Kaji asked me to." Your voice lowers as you ask, "And where is Ren right now?" "On the other side of town for patrol." "Well then, if he wants to protect me so badly, he can just come do it himself," you grumble. Enomoto nods. "Well, if you're really sure you can handle yourself-" "Look around! It's literally the middle of the day on a Tuesday! Who could possibly attack me right now?" you cry, gesturing to the empty streets around you two. "I'm only here cuz I felt like skipping school today." "Okay, okay! I'll take my leave then." "Like hell you will!" a new voice calls out. Both of you turn to see Kaji standing there, his headphones on. You can hear the music through the speakers and you fix him an unimpressed look. You point at his headphones and he sighs. He pulls them down, and pauses his playlist. "Ren, seriously, I can take care of myself," you groan frustratedly. "Yeah?" he asks, cocking his head to the side. "What about the time two months ago when you almost got mugged before Hiragi and I stepped in? Or the time a month ago where you accidentally wandered into another gang's territory because your phone took you the wrong way? Or the time a week ago when-" You cup your hand over his mouth, your other hand squeezing his bicep. "Fine, fine, I get it." Kaji pries your hand from his mouth and sighs. "You're like a walking magnet for fights. I need to make sure you stay safe." You stare up defiantly at your boyfriend. "That's why I learned how to fight, so I can stay safe." He grabs your arms and shakes you a little. "For my peace of mind can you please just let Enomoto do this one thing?" You roll your eyes and put your hands on his chest to get him to stop. "Fine, fine. Whatever." Kaji kisses your forehead and Enomoto clears his throat, reminding the two of you that he has in fact been here the whole time.

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long ToT

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sukirichi · 10 months ago

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐏

+ umemiya hajime & togame jo (was gonna include suo but i got nervous characterizing him, sobs.) + angst, minimal fluff. mentions of timeskip. (pssp!! i’m new to writing windbreaker but if you guys want to request ficlets/headcanons like these, feel free!) + 3.4k wc

divider from @/saradika-graphics

— UMEMIYA HAJIME.

The night’s cool air bit at your skin as you stepped out of the restaurant. Pulling your coat tighter around you, you fight back the urge to look back at your date. The blind date your friends had set up was, to your surprise, not entirely disastrous. He was a charming architect, and a friend of a friend. Had a nice smile and the prettiest set of teeth you’d seen, with the kind of humor that elicited polite, yet casual laughter from you. It was… a good date.

Still, you couldn’t shake off the lingering emptiness in your heart – the void no one had been able to fill since he’d left.

You walked slowly, your thoughts drifting back to the past like it always did. You and Hajime had started dating when you were teenagers, a time when holding hands and stealing cheek kisses were the biggest deal between couples who loved a little too much, and knew a little too less.

Your relationship with him had been a well-guarded secret. Your parents were strict, said you were “too young to know anything about love.” Hajime was also the leader of a gang, albeit with noble intentions. Not that your parents would understand – they hear the word ‘gangster’ and immediately thought (or would’ve, if they’d met him) as a troublemaker. They wouldn’t take the time to know that his gang protected people from the real threats, the dangerous gangsters who roamed around the neighborhood. Your father would never understand it, and he would never have accepted Hajime.

Your love had been intense, the kind that only young hearts could know and experience only once in your lives. You’d whispered promises under the stars of marrying each other someday, stole kisses in hidden corners, and dreamt of a future together. A future that consisted of grandkids running out a minivan, and your hair would match Hajime’s iciness with old age.

Until that day where he just… left.

Hajime had broken up with you without warning, without explanation. One day he was there, and the next he was gone. It felt like your heart had been brutally ripped out from your chest. You remember crying for days, months even, waiting for him to come back – to tell you it was a mistake. But he never did. He disappeared, leaving behind only memories and an aching void that hadn’t been filled for the next years.

So lost in thought, you didn’t notice the figure standing by the restaurant’s entrance until you nearly walked into him. You looked up, your breath catching in your throat.

White hair, icy blue eyes, and smooth, pale skin turning red from the cold.

Hajime.

He’d changed since you last saw him. His hair was shorter, short enough that he couldn’t gel it and have you brush his bangs back for him like you always used to. His face was more mature, too, but his eyes – the same warm, kind eyes you’d spent hours staring into – were unmistakable. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the world around you blurring into an insignificant image.

“Hajime,” you finally managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

He says your name softly, like your name itself was the world and he had to hold it with steady, careful hands. And he used to, once. Before he let it go. He scans your face as you gaze back at him, unmoving, as if trying to make sure if you were real. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has,” you agree with a short nod, your heart pounding. “What are you doing here?”

When Hajime smiled, it held no happiness in it. “I was just passing by. How have you been?”

“Good,” you lie, forcing a smile as you switch your weight from foot to foot. “I just finished a date, actually,” you jerk a thumb back at the restaurant, and Hajime’s gaze follows it.

“I see,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I, uh… I hope it went well.”

“It did,” you replied, though the words felt hollow despite your honesty. That was the worst part, it seemed. The date did go well – he was charming, gentlemanly, and seemed genuinely interested in you. Had it been another universe where you’d met, you would’ve agreed at his offer to a second date, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Because in this universe they had given you Hajime, took him away from you, and cruelly made your paths cross again. “What about you? What have you been up to?”

“Oh, nothing interesting. But I did leave the gang,” he informs, making your eyes widen. “I’ve been working in community outreach, helping at-risk youth. Trying to make a difference.”

“That sounds amazing,” you say, and you mean it. It isn’t surprising that Hajime has gone down this path; he’d always been full of compassion and integrity. A truly good man at his core. “I’m glad to hear you’re doing well.”

Silence falls between you, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Even after so many years, you could read him like the back of your hand. Hajime had always worn his heart on a sleeve, the longing in his eyes mirroring your own. “Hajime,” your voice breaks as you dared take a step closer, “Why did you leave? Why did you disappear without a word?”

He looks away, his face falling. “Your dad found out about us,” he confesses quietly, “He asked me to leave you alone for your safety. He said he would do whatever it took to keep you away from harm and I – I’m not invincible, you know? He was right. Even if I did my best to protect you, as long as you’re with me, you were bound to get hurt. I couldn’t let that happen.”

“So you just left? Without telling me why?”

“I thought it was the best way to protect you,” he said, his voice pained. “I didn’t want to put you in any danger. I thought you would be better off without me.”

“But I wasn’t,” you whispered, angrily wiping away the tears that fell. “I was heartbroken, Hajime. I waited for you. Do you know how long I spent hanging around the neighborhood, hoping you’d show up and tell me you’d changed your mind? I-I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

Hajime steps closer, regret pooling at his eyes. “I never stopped loving you. Not for a single day. Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

All those years of pain and longing rose to the surface. “I missed you so much,” you say with a shaky voice. “Every day, Hajime. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” he echoes, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought about you all the time. I wanted to come back, to explain everything, but I was afraid. Afraid that you’d moved on, that you wouldn’t want to see me.”

You took a deep breath, trying to stead yourself, hands clenching at your sides. “I never moved on, Hajime,” you whispered, “No one else could ever take your place.”

He reached out, gently brushing the tears that fell in a steady stream down your cheek. The warmth of his hand was welcomed in the night’s cold air, and you leant into it despite yourself. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, “I should have fought harder for us. I should have told you the truth.”

The two of you stood there, the world around you forgotten as you were lost in each other’s eyes. The years apart had been cruel, but in that moment, it felt like no time had passed at all. The familiar warmth of his gaze, the gentle curve of his smile – it all came rushing back to you, as vivid as the day you first met. The first time he’d taken your hand, the first time he’d hesitantly, yet eagerly, kissed you. You were just teenagers then, reckless and full of dreams, hiding in the shadows of your parents’ disapproval.

You could still recall the thrill of sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet him, the adrenaline of running into his arms through the streets, or the way he would wrap his arms around you to keep you warm on those chilly nights. The way he looked at you during those secret meetings, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and mischief. And his laughter, so genuine and infectious, had been your favorite sound.

You’d shared everything – your fears, your hopes, your plans for a future that seemed so close yet somehow always just out of reach.

“Is it too late for us?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

Hajime shakes his head, a hopeful smile playing on his lips. “It’s never too late. If you’ll have me again, I want to make things right. I want to be with you – to be the right one for you. Someone you wouldn’t have to hide anymore.”

“I want that, too,” you say, your heart still full of love and longing for this man. “I never want to hide anymore, Hajime.”

— TOGAME JO.

When Hajime pulls you into his arms, holding you close, you feel whole again for the first time in years. The past had been painful, but it also led you back to each other – just like how he once said he would always look for you, in every lifetime, in every timeline. And as he pressed a gentle kiss at the top of your head, you knew and believed, that this time around, you would both be strong enough to overcome anything.

The nightclub was packed with people, the music pounding through the speakers, and the air thick with laughter and drunk conversations. You were out with your friends tonight, celebrating the end of a long week. For once, you felt free and unburdened. The neon lights flickered overhead, its colorful shadows dancing across the humid, jam-packed room.

You make your way to the dance floor, a sense of exhilaration passing over you. It had been years since you could go out like this – not needing a boyfriend’s permission, and doing whatever you liked, whenever you liked. Not that your exes were the controlling type – especially not Jo. Although looking back on it now, you wished he was a little bit controlling, just to show that he’d cared. Instead, Jo just nodded and hummed in response whenever you told him you were going out with friends, unbothered.

It had been two years since you last saw him, your first serious boyfriend after a string of failed situationships. You had shared so much with him, and yet, it had ended in a way that left a lingering ache that wouldn’t go away even after five drinks. The memories of your time together with Jo, both the bad and the good, were never far from your mind.

You’d long stopped trying to forget about him, however. Togame Jo was just someone you never forgot. Once he’d crawled his way into your heart, he’d make a home of it and have you carry the memories with him wherever you went.

He was your first love, after all. You’d been inseparable when you first started dating. It was a whirlwind romance, the type where you both clearly yearned for each other yet never had enough courage to say it out loud. The type of longing where everyone around you knew of your feelings except the two of you, and poor Sakura had had enough watching ‘the two lovesick fools.’ For months, the line between friendship and lovers blurred. You and Jo found yourself sharing secret glances from across the room, stiffening when the other’s knuckles brushed together, and heavily denying that no, they wouldn’t like me back, when it was as written in both your faces how badly you wanted each other.

And you did have each other, eventually. But as the months went by, things began to change.

Jo had become too relaxed, too comfortable now that he had you. He couldn’t see what you needed, or tell what it was you longed for – flowers, surprises, little gestures to show that he cared. Instead, your relationship had become routine. He rarely took you out on dates; most of your time was spent in his apartment, cuddling or sleeping, because Togame Jo slept like a log. And sure, you’d liked it at first. Basked in it even. To be wrapped up in his strong arms, and to wake up with your legs intertwined with each other, to hear his voice heavy with sleep call out your name.

Until the days became nothing but that – rotting in bed together. Each time you brought up wanting to spend time with him on a real date, Jo would just pull you back under the sheets, claiming you were warm and smelled too nice for him to want to leave the bed. It was something that upset you deeply, making you feel lonely even when he was right next to you.

You’d tried talking to him about it, but he never seemed to understand.

Jo was sweet and kind, but naïve in the sense that he made you feel invisible. The final straw came when you realized that being with him felt more painful than being alone. You’d hoped that he would fight for you, to ask you to stay, to see how much you were hurting and want to fix things. But when you said you felt like you and him weren’t working out anymore, all he’d said was, “Okay. If breaking up is what will make you happy, I respect that.”

You’re brought back to the present as the beat of the music pulled you onto the dance floor. You lost yourself in the rhythm, enjoying the moment, when someone bumped into you from behind. You whipped around, ready to apologize, only to be stunned into silence as you stared into a pair of familiar green eyes.

Togame says your name, his eyes wide as he balances a drink in his hand. “Jo,” you breathed out, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. It felt like the air had been knocked out of your chest. Here he was, standing right in front of you after all these years.

“Hey,” he says, inching closer so you could hear him through the loud music. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it has!” you replied, your voice barely audible over the noise. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good!” he says, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “And you?”

“Good, too!” you said, though it felt like a lie. Seeing him brought back all the unresolved feelings, the questions you had never asked, the words you had never said.

Before either of you could say more, the music shifted to a slower beat. The crowd around you moved in closer, forcing you and Jo to bump bodies until your chests were pressed against each other. Without thinking, Jo downs his drink in one and starts to dance with you, your bodies moving instinctively to the rhythm.

It was as if no time had passed at all, the familiarity of his touch sending shivers down your spine.

The previous awkwardness began to melt away as you danced, replaced by a bittersweet nostalgia. You could feel the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart. It was both comforting and painful – a reminder of what you had lost. Years ago, before you started dating, you and Jo had been in the exact predicament – grinding and dancing on each other at some lame club Choji had VIP access too, touching each other yet still too hesitant to say what you truly felt. It felt like a lifetime ago already.

“Do you remember our first date?” Jo asked suddenly, his breath warm against your ear.

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “How could I forget? You were so nervous, you spilled your drink all over yourself.”

He chuckled, the sound sending a pang through your heart. “Yeah, I thought I’d ruined everything. But you just laughed and said it was the best date you’d ever been on.”

“It was,” you say, your voice catching. “You were so sweet, Jo. You always were.”

“I tried,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I really did.”

The two of you continued to dance, the music swirling around you. The years apart seemed to disappear, leaving you both in a moment that was both beautiful and heartbreaking.

“Why did it end like that?” he asked after a while, his voice barely audible. “Why did you leave?”

You take a deep breath, the memories of your breakup – and the events leading to it – flooding back. “I felt like you didn’t see me anymore,” your voice trembles. “You stopped doing the little things that made me feel special. You were always so relaxed, so comfortable, and I felt… lonely.”

“I didn’t know,” Jo frowns, and you know he means it. He looked so confused; like hearing this from you now made everything clear, and all the while more confusing. “I thought everything was fine. I thought you were happy. I thought we were happy.”

“I tried to tell you,” you remind him, with tears stinging your eyes. Those endless nights of trying to be subtle, showing him photos of flower bouquets and mentioning twice about this restaurant you’ve been eyeing in hopes he’d take you there. He never did, because Jo liked the sight of you cooking in his apartment more. “But you never understood. And when I finally said we weren’t working out, you just agreed. You didn’t fight for us, Jo.”

His grip on your hips tightens, then falters. “I thought that’s what you wanted. I thought if I let you go, you’d be happier.”

“I missed you,” you finally admit, circling your arms around his thick neck and pressing your forehead against his. “Even after everything, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he says, his eyes closing as he breathes in your perfume. “Every day.”

You continued to dance, your bodies swaying gently to the music – simply because you’d both lost the words to say. As you moved in unison, your eyes don’t stray from each other, soaking in the other’s presence because it might be the last time you’d ever hold each other like this again. For a moment, it felt like you were healing, like you were finally letting go of the past.

In his embrace, there was a sense of closure, a quite promise that despite everything, one thing stayed true: you loved each other truly. The bitterness of your separation melted away, leaving behind a tender acknowledgement of what you had once meant everything to each other. It wasn’t a return to what you’d lost, but the shared knowledge that your history still held value. Now, it was time to step forward, and finally find peace.

Finally, the song ends. You pull apart from him slightly, your gazes still locked. There was so much you wanted to say, so many things you still felt. But for now, this was enough. You’d found each other again, even if it was just for a short, fleeting moment.

And it was in his eyes, too – the unspoken question if you could try one more time.

Everything in your heart and mind wanted to say yes. Yes, come back to me, Jo. Come back to me and I’ll spend forever in your bed, but it was too early. The wounds too fresh. You knew that going back to the same place and person that hurt you wouldn’t heal you. It was impossible. And Jo knew that, too.

“I’ll see you around,” he says, pulling away and detangling his arms from yours. Already, you were missing the heat of him, the strength of his body against yours.

“You too, Jo,” you reply, your heart aching for him one last time.

You part ways again – Jo with Choji and your mutual friends you’d said goodbye too, and you back to the new friends you’d made when you tried building a world that didn’t revolve around him. But this time, it felt different.

You’d acknowledged your past, and while it still hurt – saying goodbye to Jo never felt easy – it also felt like a step toward the right direction. And as you walked away, you glanced back at him one last time, seeing Jo standing there, hands in his pockets, watching you leave his world once more.

#umemiya x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #umemiya x you #umemiya hajime fluff #umemiya hajime angst #togame jo x reader #togame x reader #togame x reader angst #togame jo x you #wind breaker imagines #wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker scenarios #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker x reader fluff #wind breaker x reader scenarios #togame jo angst

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dorayakichan · 2 years ago

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Jealous Windbreaker Characters Headcanon

When they see you talking with someone who is clearly flirting with you.

Characters mentioned: Jay, Vinny, Owen, and Joker. x fem! reader

Jay

He doesn’t show it.

He acts as if everything is fine in the beginning because he does trust you. After all, having been able to break through the barrier of the eunuch speaks for itself.

Yet, if the other person keeps approaching you and flirting with you, that’s when he will get really serious. And no not serious as in he will come up to you two while talking and do the whole protective boyfriend act. Not at all.

He will wait for you to finish the conversation, come back to him, and then he will hold you by your hand glaring at the person who approached you and taking you away. He would also be by your side no matter what if he ever saw that person approach you again.

Jay is a man of few words, but with his actions, he can still show you how he feels.

If that person keeps constantly annoying you, literally making you feel uncomfortable, that's when he will intervene and protect his girl.

To sum it up, he won’t show it but if you notice these small gestures you will be able to understand that he in fact cares quite a lot.

Vinny

It certainly depends on what kind of person the one trying to flirt with you is. If they are a street thug or just a random plain person in the street.

Vinny would come behind you throwing daggers at the person. He wouldn’t talk but his tall well-built body and facial expression would be enough to make anyone pee their pants and run off leaving you in the middle of the conversation.

On the other hand, if that person looked rich or kind of important that’s where Vinny’s insecurities would show.

He would again be behind you with a stern expression on his face but this time there would be no confidence in him.

And the more your conversation got prolonged the more he would feel like he maybe wasn’t a good fit for you. Every possible reason why you are better off without him would run through his mind and in the end, if that person left you would be facing an extremely annoyed Vinny who would stay silent and say words to try and push you away for your own good.

Yet, he would totally regret it and keep thinking about how he treated you, still, he would have no courage to come up and tell you that.

On the other hand, if he saw that you were uncomfortable or if you told him that you didn’t like how that person approached you and was talking to you he would regain some kind of confidence and next time wrap his hand around your waist in a protective manner if the person approached you again.

Owen

Somebody approaching you? No no my dear nobody would be approaching just you, they would be approaching you and Owen both if they so badly wanted to try.

How could you even imagine Owen leaving your side even for just a second anyway. The guy would be glaring and insulting the person who approached you right in their face.

To add more insult to it he would grab you by your shoulder and pull you away, no matter who that person is, nobody flirts with his girl right under his nose.

If on the other hand, Owen was not there, don’t worry a member of the Light Cavalry would be, maybe some meters away, but they would always be on the lookout for any kind of danger after Owen's relentless begging to not let you alone.

If Owen left you for some minutes and came back seeing somebody trying to flirt with you and you smiling at them or even casually talking kindly to them, he would be pissed.

After glaring at the person, he would cling to you, wrap an arm around your waist, pull you closer, kiss you on the forehead in front of them, and even go as far as grabbing your hand and kissing it while staring down at the person in front of him.

After that, he would constantly hug you, and lean on you, giving you a puppy look and asking why you smiled at the person or talked with them, who they were, and if they were important to you.

No matter your answer he would have that sad puppy look on his face all the time after that.

The best way to proceed with this guy is to give him a kiss out of nowhere or take him by surprise with something that he likes so he would forget about the incident.

Joker

He is a very jealous type.

If he sees someone flirting with you, he is not going to let that pass. He will wait for you to finish talking with them, send you home, and then smash their face if they are a guy in the back of an alley.

Nobody approaches his girl or dares to flirt with her.

He won’t be telling you any of that though, he will act as if everything is okay and he doesn’t care about the other person. But you will be able to notice the way he harshly grabs onto the chair he is sitting on. Or how his whole mood will change into a gloomy one.

If you ask why he is acting that way he won't tell you the truth and act as if everything it’s fine.

Worse if someone is flirting with you and he sees that you are actually enjoying the conversation. That person might end up half-dead at the door of the hospital the next day.

After that, he will be all petty, and not respond to anything you ask or say. Will look away, and this time if you ask him what’s wrong he will just give you the silent treatment.

It’s not because he is petty about you talking with other guys, it's because he, like Vinny, feels that he is not good enough for you and you deserve more than he has to offer.

This attitude of his won’t last long anyway. As soon as he sees that he has upset you, he will go to the underground fighting club. He won’t meet you for a week working hard day and night making money so he can buy something for you.

When he comes with his gift he will wait for you at your front door and if you don’t go out he might sleep there the whole night clutching tightly onto the present he has for you.

How can you even think of being mad at him after that? You will forgive him and try to talk it out so there won’t be a next time.

#windbreaker x reader #windbreaker headcanon #windbreaker manhwa #windbreaker vinny hong #vinny hong x reader #windbreaker jay #jay jo x reader #windbreaker owen knight #owen knight x reader #windbreaker joker x reader

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dzvelinaskebiyars · 12 days ago

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YOU'RE IN LOVE

Summary: Just Joker having moment of realization that he's in love<3 dedicating this to @ravenwritten and @shintaru dividers cred: @cafekitsune

The night sky hovered above the city like a ghost from the tales, the blinding city lights flickered in the streets, loud music from the near club shook the ground and in one small alleyway, where lights couldn't reach and utter solitude has taken place, was a man standing, bloodied and bruised, glaring at the unconscious bodies under his feet.

The man, who goes by allias Joker, had baby blue hair, sharp grey eyes that cut through the laughter from outside. He was wearing grey sweatpants with Adidas windbreaker jacket and white t-shirt underneath. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, his bottom lip cut and thick, dark blood leaked from the wound, his cheek was bright red from the punch he took earlier. But he didn't care about his bruises as much as he cared about the clothes that got bloody.

"Shit..." He muttered to himself, looking down on the white t-shirt that almost started looking like Japanese flag with random bloody dotes here and there. His grey sweatpants had dirt smeared on knees and ankles places.

How was he supposed to return to home like this...Especially after hearing the protest of his younger brother about him getting into fights. Joker could swear on his brothers he hasn't started this one, these assholes suddenly jumped him out of nowhere. He could recognize one of them, the guy he had to beat up in fight club for money - before he quit. Guess this was an attempt of revenge, huh?

Joker ran his hand through the slick, sweaty folds of his hair, grunting from frustration. Rather than staying here, he decided to leave the alleyway, even if people would stare at him weirdly for having blood all over himself, it was better than staying in the dark with guys he beat up to unconsciousness, not knowing when they would wake up.

He quietly walked away from the near club, trying to avoid crowd as much as he could, but it turned out to be impossible. As he hurriedly took steps on the busy streets, he could catch the looks of people who noticed him. Two girls gasped at the sight of blood, carefully avoiding bumping into him, the random kid stared at him with wide eyes before his mom dragged him away, saying something about how many lunatics walk around and why it's dangerous to stare at them..Which caused Joker to walk faster, searching for any pharmacy.

But before he could find one, someone's hand gently rested on his shoulder. Oh here goes the concerns from the random person he didn't even know, offering him to take him to hospital like he had money to pay one a visit. But upon turning around, he didn't see someone random, not someone he didn't know.

"Hajun? Oh, thankfully it's you. I was afraid I was mistaken." You spoke before eyeing him up and down, your expression turning to one of concern. "Actually, I'd rather have you been someone else....What happened to you?"

Hajun turned away, making you let go of his shoulder, while he mumbled something. "It's nothing.."

"What?! What do you mean it's nothing?!"You almost yelled, grabbing his hand to stop him but miserably failed as your strength didn't turn out to be enough, he basically dragged you with him but stopped himself due to you still holding his hand.

"....What are you doing?" He asked you, rising his eyebrows in surprise but you couldn't see since his hair was covering them. You could hear the surprised tone that escaped his lips though, despite him trying to brush this situation off.

"I have tissues and bandaids..I can save you the trouble of finding pharmacy right now, at this hour." You gently said, letting go of his hand once noticing he wasn't planning to run away.

Joker's tense shoulders relaxed a bit, his eyes thoughtfully looking at you, considering whether he should accept the help or not. It was you who was offering the help, after all. The girl he has known since childhood, the first ever friend and also crush he ever had - though according to him, his feelings have passed since then - and now a woman who lived right in front of his apartment.

It was awkward enough when he first met you again in the grocery shop, you were wearing beautiful sundress while he was wearing basic clothes he hurriedly put on, not even bothering to put shoes on and just going out with slippers. He immediately recognized you back then, while it took you two more accidental reruns with him to finally remember who he was. After that, you tried to see him more often, even playing in the playground with his brothers and whatnot. But you were one of the last person he wanted to see him in this state, looking like some sort of punchbag.

Seeing how he was hesitating to make a choice, you sighed and spoke up again. "C'mon, Hajun...I can't leave you in this state. Plus you can't find any open pharmacy anywhere near at this hour."

"Fine.." He finally gave in, letting you drag him away to the bench, helping him sit down despite him not needing the help.

You opened your handbag, taking out the pack of tissues and bandaids before opening one, taking the tissue out to press it on lip that was somehow still bleeding.

Hajun stared at you directly, seeing how serious you looked - like he needed surgery and not barely just a first aid. Then something peaked his curiosity and in an attempt to break the awkward silence, he asked you a question. "Why do you have bandaids in the first place?"

"Hm? Oh. I have them on me whenever I wear heels." You answered, now taking out the bandaid from its box. Unconsciously, Hajun looked down at your feet, noticing the black heels you were wearing, quite tall ones.

"Oh." Is all he managed to say.

"Don't speak too much. Your face is literally battered up!" You told him, then suddenly pushed up his hair to see his forehead, cleaning up something - guessing it was blood from the cut he didn't notice until now - near his eyebrow. Then putting the sticky bandaid on it.

While you were too focused on taking care of him, he couldn't focus at all. His heart was beating rather fast, but he convinced himself it's because of adrenaline. Yet, he couldn't find the excuse for his eyes darting at everywhere but at you, especially avoiding your face. He felt heat rushing at his cheeks but wasn't sure whether he was blushing or not.

He flinched when you took his hand in yours, catching your attention. "Sorry, I'll try to be gentle." You said, giving him apologetic smile.

"It's fine." He spoke.

You examinated his knuckles, blood has already dried on them. It didn't look like he had any cuts on them, so you presumed he got into fight, getting his knuckles dirty with whoever he was fighting's blood. "I don't have water to clean up dried blood...You don't mind if I use my saliva instead?"

"I--what?!" He almost choked on air, his ears turning pink now but thankfully you couldn't see due to the dark night.

With an awkward laugh, you rubbed your neck with your hand. "Nevermind, it sounds weird. It's just that, my mom used to wet the tissues with saliva when she needed to clean me up. That's why I don't find it weird." You spoke in embarrassment, your cheeks heating up slightly.

"Uhm..." Joker cleared his voice before speaking. "I can wash my hands when I get home."

"Alright." You said. "Then I'll put band-"

"You don't have to." He cut you off. Once you looked up at him again, he glanced away to avoid making eye contact for he doesn't even know why. "It's not anything major, I can do it at home myself."

"But--"

"It's fine."

You sighed in defeat, finally standing up. "Fine but make sure you won't forget." You spoke up, giving him your hand to help him stand up, even though you weren't strong enough to support him.

He hesitantly accepted your hand. It would've been rude if he wouldn't, right?

He stood up holding your hand and this small act was enough to quicken his heartbeat, making it clear to him that it wasn't the adrenaline anymore. It's not like he hasn't noticed how he feels his heart beating faster whenever he has an encounter with you, but maybe he brushed it off as nothing due to not having proper minute with you. It was always accidental, either you were in hurry or him, he couldn't even got the minute to talk to you. He didn't even know that you met his brothers on playgrounds, they told him once they returned to home.

And he had...things to worry about, which occupied his mind 24/7. Though, you definitely didn't need to know this.

"Well, since we're going same way, we can at least chat a bit." Your voice snapped him away from his thoughts, noticing how you two were still holding hands, he had sudden realization that he hadn't let go of you and, lost in his thoughts, he ended up staring at your hand holding his, later noticing the size difference. He immediately let go of you hand, putting his hands in his pockets instead,starting to walk, his cheeks pink from the embarrassment.

"Didn't you..." He glanced at you now, you were already walking by his side. "say that I shouldn't talk too much?"

"Well, yeah..." You said awkwardly. "But we haven't really been talking, you know. And besides," your lips curled up in knowing smirk. "you were never the type to talk much so I'll be the one to yap your ears away, as always."

Your comment made him smile a bit. He liked how you still were being so casual with him, despite him getting awkward and flustered. Now that he thinks about it, it has always been like that. Since childhood, you were the talkative one, extrovert who managed to have many friends and liked by neighborhood kids. While he was nobody, just awkward boy from poor family that barely survived poverty. Unlike you, he was always avoided by others, claiming he must have had some kind of disease. And maybe you pitied him or were too kind, you were the first person to approach him, became his friend, unknowingly made him fall in love with you so hard that all his negative thoughts and worries were erased and replaced by the thoughts of you, he even learned how to make bouquets and flower crowns for you, but unfortunately, you moved away to another country, leaving him with an ache and newfound emptiness.

"So..." Before you could say anything more, he posed question for you. "I thought you were just visiting Korea but it seems you're living here again?"

You nodded you head. "Yeah, this is my home country after all. I thought it would have been better for me return here." You put your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket, smiling to yourself upon talking about the country you just adored. If your parents wouldn't have dragged you away from here, you would have never left it.

"Oh, that's good." Hajun said.

You glanced at him, your lips curling up in a teasing smirk once again. "Why? Did you miss me?" Your question visibly caught him off guard, which almost made you giggle. He was still so easy to surprise or get him flustered, it was cute. "I'm kidd-"

"Yeah."

He suddenly answered, his eyes glued on the ground while he walked beside you. His honest answer surprised you, you didn't expect him to take your question seriously or give you such an answer.

Observing him a bit, you caught a glimse of his pink cheeks but due to darkness, you brushed it off as nothing or maybe cold.

"I see.." You spoke again, your smirk softening into genuine smile. "I missed you too, Hajun." He glanced at you, making eye contact with you for first time. He can't fully describe the feeling he's experiencing right now, but it's like his heart is fluttering and suddenly he feels too warm. You continued though, unaware of how you were making this poor man feel. "I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me, to be honest. Because, well, I really did leave without contacting you again. I even searched you up on social media when I decided to come back to Korea, but I couldn't find you."

He was silent, it's nothing unusual but he was silent for different reason now. The fact that you tried to find a way to contact him, tried to find him on social media, tried and put effort in finding him made his heart skip a beat.

"You're the one who didn't recognize me, though." He mumbled loud enough for you to hear. It might sound creepy, but he has remembered your appearance vividly all these years. You were the one that made him feel like he was someone, after all. He couldn't even describe how grateful he was or how much he missed you since then. Only to meet you again in the grocery shop, then had him accidentally run into you again but as if mocked by the fate, you didn't even glanced at him twice. He knows he's being childish by expecting you to remember him after quite long time, after he dyed his hair, got piercings, changed his appearance and himself too. He was nobody from the poor household that barely had any clothes to wear, nobody that people didn't even bother to remember but now he was someone, with a name for himself, someone more flashy, someone more memorable. But still...Seeing the way you didn't recognize him, nor glanced at him for another time - it hurt more than he thought it would.

You scoffed. "Hey, that's because you look too different."

"Different?"

"Yeah. I'd never think you'd dye your hair, especially in baby blue!"

"Huh? Why not?" He blinked at you, surprised by the emphasis on his choice of hair color.

"Because baby blue is...baby blue? It's usually associated with babies or cute and small creatures." You explained, even with body language, putting your hands close to empathize small. "And you're not small. How tall are you anyway?"

"Um...2 meters I guess." He answered.

"Yeah--wait for real?!" Your jaw dropped. You thought he'd be around 190cm but 2 meters?? "Are you sure you shouldn't be in NBA?"

He quietly laughed, it was short and silent but it was a laugh. "No, I'm not interested in basketball. I like boxing more."

"Ooh boxing, huh. Like Muhammad Ali?" You asked him. You've never looked into boxing or any mma sports, maybe because you weren't truly interested in sports. But you do know few famous sportsmen.

"Yeah, like Muhammad Ali." He confirmed, even though he knew he wasn't one to be compared to a legend that made boxing lovable. If Hajun was truly someone like Ali, maybe his brother wouldn't be disgusted with his fights, maybe he wouldn't be someone his brother would look at with disapproval.

"That's cool! Do you still ride a bike though?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Great. When we're both free, we can ride together if you want to." You smiled at him.

"T..Together?" He stuttered.

"Yeah, together. I missed riding bikes with you." Gosh, what were you doing to his poor heart? He felt like he'd have heart attack. To be honest, he didn't know how to feel anymore. Flustered because his "old" crush was offering to ride bikes with him or childishly happy that you want to spend time with him? It's weird. He was sure he didn't have time for romance or any sort of feelings such as love, he was sure his old feelings had passed, that it wasn't romantic anymore, but the mere sight of your smile gets him flustered, the mere sound of your voice makes his heart flutter and your touches alone were effective enough to almost make him completely weak in the knees. Was he just being stupid? Or maybe he underestimated how strongly he loved you, how strongly lovable you were.

"Sure...I'll try to make time for you." He finally said it. Wooin wouldn't beat his ass if he doesn't hang out with him for one day, right?

"You don't have to if you're busy." You spoke up, looking away from him, noticing the familiarity of the environment instead.You recognized this street, even in the darkness of the night. "Oh, we're already here."

Hajun snapped back to reality, also noticing the familiar street now, two apartments facing each other, then he turned to face you. "Yeah. I'll walk you to yours."

"You don't have to." You smiled again, reassuring him that it's fine if he won't, especially since he's still injured.

"No, I insist." He remarked, leaving no room for any argument.

"Oh wow, what a gentleman." You replied teasingly, walking towards your apartment while he followed you like a puppy on guard.

It didn't take many steps to reach the entrance of your apartment. You opened the entrance door by pulling the doorknob but suddenly stopped.

Letting go of the doorknob, you turned around to face Hajun, taking steps to close the already small distance between you two. "Hajun, bend down a little." You said.

"Huh?" He blinked down at you, confused and unaware of whatever you were planning in that sly brain of yours. But he bend down to your level regardless, still trying to keep the appropriate distance, which was immediately closed by you kissing his cheek, sending shockwaves through his nerves.

Your cheeks were flushing by the time you pulled away, you flashed him an innocent smile as if you didn't just made his brain stop working. "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!" You turned around and walked in your apartment, closing the door behind you.

Hajun stayed in one place, as if still processing what happened. His cheeks were as red as tomato by now, his heart about to burst through his chest.

You kissed him.

On the cheek.

You.

Kissed.

Him.

On.

The.

Cheek.

My goodness. He didn't even know how to react, but he was blushing, his heart acting crazy but at the same time, he was relieved. He can't process why, maybe because this means you like him too, right?

After calming down a bit, he turned around to leave. His steps slower than before, his brain malfunctioning but his lips were shaking from how much he wanted to smile right now, despite the uncomfortable feeling from his stitches on his jaw.

And that's how he was left with no worries anymore, no sadness or heavy feelings, instead you left him with euphoria and deep, deep feelings of yearning.

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