#dear senpai shirt

[hibbablobble]

GUESS WHAT

[coffee-and-geto]

“SAY YOU’RE MINE, I’M YOURS FOR THE NIGHT!”

pairing: kento nanami x f!reader

summary: forced to spend the evening with his co-workers, nanami has no idea that the bar he goes to with them is gradually turning into a club where your enticing body catches his beady-eye. so despite his exhaustion and tolerance for alcohol, nanami has every intention of enjoying his evening as much as you do by flirting with him.

warnings: +18 ONLY, smut, nsfw, age gap (11 years), fluff, slight domestic at the end, reader is a student, nanami an employee at a bank, needy! nanami, excessive drinking, alcohol, tired! nanami, sex (p in v), fingering (f! receiving), handjob, oral (f + m receiving), balls playing, cowgirl, teasing, unprotected sex, fanart by @/matchapichai on twt.

wc: 4,764

a/n: based on this post. hope you guys will enjoy this silly fic :)

“Come on, Nanami, going to an izakaya will do you good, and besides, the boss won’t be there, you can relax,” a colleague teased insistently.

“That’s true,” another one added, flipping her long chestnut hair over her shoulder in charming, seductive waves.

Nanami suppressed a sigh, fully aware of her futile attempts to flirt with him. She was a much younger colleague who seemed to have been drawn to him since his arrival at the bank where he worked.

“Maybe we could grow a little closer.” She flashed her brightest smile.

Perhaps Nanami gave in, as the dimmed lights of the bar did wonders for his mood — a stark contrast to the blinding lights above his office desk. He sat on a barstool and ordered a dry Martini — his usual choice after a long day at work.

Though he was used to drinking, the perfect man that Kento was stood far from the image of an alcoholic drowning his problems or drinking out of addiction. He was a man of sophistication who valued sobriety but could still appreciate refined tastes. Fatigue often gave him the urge to drink more to help ease into sleep, but he could thank his genetics for inheriting a high tolerance for alcohol from his family (dear reader, note the irony).

So how could he unwind in peace?

The bartender placed his drink in front of him after a few minutes, during which he tried, without much success, to follow his colleagues’ conversations.

The rolled-up sleeves of his blue shirt revealed long forearms with prominent veins that ran down to his large hands with thick fingers. Those fingers absentmindedly stirred his dry Martini, garnished with a thin slice of lemon, while his gaze swept across the bar, stopping when he heard a bell ring — the sign of new customers entering.

In the next second, several thoughts passed through his mind in precise order:

First, the exterior setting gave him a glimpse of the starry navy-blue sky, signaling how late it had gotten.

Then, he noticed a rather large group of people entering the bar, filling it quickly to the point where the noise of conversations was almost drowned out by the background music.

And finally, there was you.

Amidst all the commotion, it was your silhouette that caught his amber eyes. Standing by your side were what seemed to be your friends, with whom you were chatting cheerfully in your elegant evening dress. And as if you felt his gaze on you, you stopped laughing with your friend and turned your attention toward the bar, where your eyes instantly fell on him.

The shared gaze between the two of you intensified the atmosphere, and strangely enough, Kento didn’t seem ready to look away...

...at least not until his annoying colleague with the long hair, whose name he couldn’t even remember (had he ever?), slid up next to him, forcing him to break eye contact.

“Nanami-senpai, are you having a good evening?” she coos, batting her eyelashes, all smiles.

He let out a barely audible sigh. “Fine, and you?”

“Same.”

A slight pang tuggs at his heart, not out of interest in her, but out of pity for her wasted efforts. She was, after all, quite cute, polite, and always so gentle in both her manners and her voice — a true angel fallen from the heavens, yet still unable to reach the blonde.

Time continued to pass, with his colleague trying her best to keep the conversation alive, despite Nanami’s often short, closed answers. Loud, raucous laughter caught his attention, and he glanced over his shoulder.

There you are again.

Sitting on the couch, still surrounded by your friends, you’re deep in conversation, and for some reason, Nanami feels a sudden urge to join in. You seem so warm and charming. The changing lights of the bar shift with each movement of the cherry-red and occasionally neon-purple spotlights. Music now fills the bar, the dance floor packed with dancers, and the muffled conversations serving as background noise.

Just as he’s about to look away from you, you catch his attention by locking eyes with him for the second time that evening. He finds it hard not to stare, resting his elbow on the wooden counter while his thumb absentmindedly brushes his lower lip. You sit down next to him and order your drink.

Your hair cascades over your shoulder as you turn slightly toward him.

“Good evening,” you murmur, barely audible, your cherry-colored lipstick making him want to ruin it with his own mouth. A slight smile curls your lips.

He ignores his colleague, who was still trying to hold the conversation, to respond, “Good evening.”

You glance at his empty glass. “What were you drinking?” you ask.

And Lord, your voice intoxicates him far faster than the sherry ever could.

“Dry Martini,” Kento replies, his eyes fixed on yours. “But I think I’ll have the same as you.”

He gestures to the bartender, and less than a minute later, two glasses of dry vermouth appear in front of you, the clear liquid shimmering in the transparent glasses, with ice cubes floating on the surface.

“You don’t seem like you’re from around here,” you comment, taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m not.”

“I figured as much. You don’t look like someone who enjoys partying.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow, almost amused. “Oh really? So what do I look like?”

“Like a salaryman who just wants to go home after a long day on a Friday night,” you glance behind him, “but got dragged here by his colleagues without realizing the bar turns into a club after 10 PM, am I right?”

“Right on the mark,” Kento chuckles.

“Haha!”

“And you? You look like a real party girl,” he continues.

A mischievous smirk tugs at the corner of your carmine lips. “Close enough.”

Kento hums, narrowing his eyes as he studies you. “You seem younger than me.” He pauses. “Still a student?”

“Right on the mark,” you echo his words, taking another sip of your cocktail.

A pleasant silence settles between you two before you decide to break it.

“How old are you?”

“How old do you think I am?”

“Hmm…” you ponder, squinting slightly. “Late twenties, early thirties. No more, no less.”

“I’m thirty-four.”

You burst into laughter. “Such an old man!” you tease.

“And you?” Nanami counters with a slight smile, raising an eyebrow. “Still a baby fresh out of her mother’s arms, I guess?” He sips his glass of dry vermouth.

“Hey!” you protest, playing along with his teasing. “I’m twenty-three!”

“Really?”

“Really.” You nod, a smile in your softened voice. “11 years apart, but in the end, it’s just a number, right?” You gently bite your lower lip, and Kento doesn’t miss the slightly timid — albeit subtle — tone you’ve adopted, nor the rosy hue creeping up your cheeks.

Is it knowing his age that makes you seem even cuter?

Kento shrugs, downing the rest of his glass in one go. “Indeed, after all, it can depend on cultural norms.”

“Screw norms,” you mutter under your breath, suddenly annoyed, as you follow his lead and finish your glass.

Kento suppresses another smile and orders another drink.

“Aren’t you going to rejoin your friends?” he inquires.

“I have far less interest in them now that I’m in such better company,” you purr.

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be,” you add, moving your seat closer to his. And he can’t help but notice that your blush hasn’t faded.

Nor that a strand of your hair is blocking his view of your pretty face, so he reaches out to tuck it behind your ear. You jump slightly at the gesture but quickly regain your composure, thanking him in a soft whisper.

He pulls his arm back and quickly checks his watch.

“As charming as this company is, it wouldn’t be very wise to stay too late here,” Kento warns, his protective nature resurfacing. The bartender refills his drink, which he immediately begins to sip.

You pout. “Don’t you want to protect me?”

“You want me to protect you?”

"Couldn’t we do more?" you ask hopefully.

“I didn’t say that,” Kento responds, measured, rubbing a hand over his tired face, the alcohol starting to catch up with him. He needed to unwind.

“You seem exhausted,” you comment.

“I am. There’s no ‘seem’ about it,” he sighs.

Your hand — much smaller than his — glides along his exposed forearm. “Let’s go sit on the couches, Mister…”

“Kento Nanami. Call me Kento,” he says. “And you?” He stands up and pays both his tab and yours, despite your protests. All he wants is a name, after all. You finally give it to him with a slight pout, which he quickly erases by slipping an arm around your waist. “May I?”

Your lips part. “Yes.”

You both head toward a couch, half-occupied by a couple making out, too engrossed in each other to notice you.

The rest of the evening continues in the same flirtatious tone as at the counter, with waitresses bringing drinks to everyone, including Kento, who, despite the number of drinks, barely seems tipsy. Only the fatigue is visible on his face, but the smile you give him makes him forget about it as he listens to you talk, his head resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed for a few moments.

He doesn’t immediately realize how or why his head slips and falls onto you.

Or more precisely, onto your chest, exposed by the neckline of your dress.

He immediately straightens up. “Sorry, I—”

“No worries.” You pull him back against you, his face pressed against the middle of your breasts to hide the blush spreading across your cheeks. “You can stay like that, I don’t mind.”

Kento doesn’t argue, instead sighing softly, his large hands finding their way around your waist, gently squeezing as his thumbs trace soft circles over the fabric of your dress. So there he is, half-sprawled on the couch, using the softness of your chest as a pillow.

A comfortable silence settles between you two, filled by the background music from the bar-turned-club.

Yet it feels as though it’s just the two of you.

Kento looks so adorable like this, half-lying on you with his head on your chest — so cute, in fact, that you place a kiss on his prominent cheekbone.

Your lipstick leaves a hot red mark on his perfect skin, and you resist the urge to do it again — especially when Nanami’s cheeks flush, and he gazes up at you with a neediness in his captivating eyes.

“More,” he breathes so softly that the word barely makes it past the thumping beats and cherry-red LED lights. “Please, more—”

“Shhh.” You silence him, placing your finger gently on his thin lips, dying to taste them. Your fingertips gently scratch at the sharp undercut at the back of his neck, slowly moving up to his clean parting, and Nanami hums in appreciation.

“Please, another,” he whispers in a raspy murmur.

“You still look so tired yet so composed, Kento, hmm?” you purr into his ear, and suddenly, his shirt feels too tight around his muscular chest, stifling his breath. “Are you good with alcohol?”

He nods almost imperceptibly.

“How about a deal? For each kiss, you take a sip to help relax those poor shoulders, okay?” you coo, your voice enchanting as your hand glides sensually from his hair to his jaw, then down his neck, finally resting on his broad shoulders.

“Anything you want.”

And now, you’re pressed against each other, a needy Nanami in your arms, covered in cherry-red kisses from your lipstick while one of your hands holds a glass of extra añejo tequila, pressed to the edge of his lips.

You place another kiss on his face — this time, at the corner of his mouth — and Nanami lets out a soft moan, more like a muffled growl. One of his hands grabs your jaw, pulling you toward him, capturing your lips in a kiss filled with desperate, ravenous desire.

A smile curves your lips before you return the kiss he’s silently begging for. The tip of Nanami’s wet tongue brushes against the entrance of your mouth, asking gently for access. You grant it, sliding your own tongue to intertwine with his, humming at the sweet-bitter taste of alcohol.

“Kento,” you sigh between kisses. But he lets out a faint whine, eager to continue kissing you, which makes you giggle in amusement. Your hands gently hold the sides of his head, pulling him even closer to deepen the kiss.

Your breathing quickens, as does his, the tension between you two swelling like a balloon. After a few minutes that feel like an eternity, you slowly pull away, not moving too far — just enough to notice the bulge forming in the crotch of his beige slacks.

A sly smile forms on your lips. “Needy, hmm?” You shift slightly and raise one leg between his, allowing your knee and calf to slowly, discreetly brush up and down against his growing erection with each movement.

Just to tease him.

He clenches his jaw — likely grinding his teeth — trying to contain all the pleasure your touch is giving him. As your leg strokes upward one more time, his dick twitches in his slacks. Immediately afterward, a blush of embarrassment stains his hollow cheeks.

“Sweetheart, not here—”

“So, upstairs?” You wink at him.

Before he can respond, you plant yet another kiss on his lips and pull away. His amber eyes sparkle with desperate need as they meet yours.

“Look at you, Ken, so needy, so messy with that mouth of yours ruined by my lipstick, hmm?” you purr, your forefinger trailing down his blue shirt and toying with the hem of his yellow tie. “You want me? Aren’t you the older one?”

Your teasing was too much for him.

How can a young girl have this grumpy man wrapped around her finger?

That’s wild.

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing your wrist when you stop your knee at the level of his zipper, rubbing it in earnest. “You asked for it, so you’ll have it, my dear teaser.” He gives you a faint smile, sliding his rough hands down your waist as he stands up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Kento—”

“No more Kento, sweetheart,” he whispers, forgetting about the crowd in the bar, now fully transformed into a club. A steady sway tells you he’s climbing stairs, and soon, your eyes fall on dark wooden steps. “A room okay? Or would you prefer the restroom?” He flashes a sly grin.

Even though you don’t know him that well, smiling this much doesn’t quite seem like Nanami.

Looks like the alcohol has had its effect on him...

“A room, of course!” you protest, and a genuine laugh echoes in your ears. The blush rises to your face, both from his laughter, which warms your heart, and from the idea of fucking in a semi-public area. Not that you would’ve minded.

“Alright, alright.”

A minute later, in a room with fresh sheets — clearly prepared for any intimate encounters between customers — Nanami is already above you, his tie undone, and his imposing body pinning you against the mattress. His soft lips devour yours with much more hunger, while his large hands caress your body from time to time — massaging slow circles on your waist with his thumbs, gently stroking the underside of your thigh he’s lifted against him, or running his fingers along your torso.

Things heat up further when Kento trails sloppy kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone before teasing the edge of your evening dress.

“May I?”

You nod quickly, helping him get rid of your clothing in no time. Now only in black lingerie, Nanami continues his trail of kisses along your body. Your heart racing, you let out a soft moan as he caresses your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.

“Feels good?” He starts to gently pinch them, then takes your breasts in his hands to massage them softly. “So soft,” he murmurs, placing another kiss between your breasts.

“Kento, I want more,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer until your crotch is pressed against his obvious bulge. A wave of electric pleasure shoots through your core, making you gasp as you rub against him, desperate to feel more. “Please…”

Your pout tugs at his heart, enough for him to lower himself down to your lower abdomen and kiss it tenderly. “A little lower?” he mutters. He uncrosses your legs after your squeaky “yes” and spreads them, planting a chaste kiss in the center on your clit, which he can already feel swollen even through the fabric. “Here?” He sticks out his tongue, licking the wet spot forming on your underwear and pressing his nose against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Ah—Kento,” you moan, bucking your hips against his face for more friction. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting out more sweet sounds as he seriously begins the foreplay, pulling your panties down your legs and sliding them off completely. “Hmmm! Ah!”

Without waiting any longer, his lips capture your clit, torturing it in the gentlest way — his finger tracing teasing circles around your entrance, which clenches and releases around nothing. “So needy and wet f’me…”

“F-finger, a finger, I want a finger inside me, please,” you babble, panting and squealing.

“You sure? I don’t think you deserve that reward, sweetheart,” Kento tuts, still lapping at your clit as the pad of his forefinger gently taps your damp entrance. “You were such a tease, rubbing my cock through my pants and telling me you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, didn’t you say that?”

He chuckles softly when you pout again, giving him those puppy-dog eyes. “Kento, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl, I just want you so bad…”

He smirks, savoring your pleading tone. Then, he pushes his finger into you, the tightness making him stifle a groan, though it’s only the first third of his finger. “That’s what you want?” he coos.

“More, please, haa…”

He feels you clench around his thick finger, and the sensation is delicious for him. He slides a bit more of his finger in, pressing the pad against your cervix, causing your back to arch immediately. “How responsive.”

“Kento, please,” you whine, tears welling up in your eyes. Your tight pussy sucks on his finger so perfectly, so how will it handle his fat cock? Shivers run down his spine at the mere thought.

He starts slowly pumping his finger inside you, rubbing against your soft, gummy walls that make him want to devour you. “You’re so wet,” Kento comments, finger-fucking you tenderly, the slick sound evident. He suddenly pulls his finger out with a pop sound, despite your protests, and brings it to his mouth. His tongue wraps around it as he hums. “Tastes so good, sweetheart.”

Your face flushes completely, but you try to shake off the feeling by taking one of his free hands and bringing it to your chest, still covered by your bra. “I want you. Now.”

“You wanna take the lead?” he chuckles, planting light kisses on your inner thighs.

“After,” you murmur, unclasping your bra before sitting up to gently push Kento back onto the bed and straddle him. “I want to play with you a little, then we’ll see.” As you lower your hips, your dripping, naked cunt presses against the bulge in his pants, already swollen from his erection.

The effect on Nanami is immediate. He wastes no time grabbing your hips, holding them firmly to stop you from moving — risking him cumming in his pants.

“God, you’re perfect,” he praises, closing his eyes for a moment, a small crease forming between his brows. “Baby, fuck, I can’t even think straight—”

You cut him off with a deep kiss, your smaller, agile hands quickly undoing his shirt buttons. You can feel the throb of his dick beneath your cunt, with only his pants in the way — and your wetness soaking the fabric in the process.

You gently rub against him, forcing him to let out a sharp breath. His nails dig into your hips as you trail kisses down his chest, pressing a kiss to each of his abs.

“You want more, Kento?” Your voice turns just as teasing as your wandering hands that play with the blond hair above his groin. You move lower, grazing over the growing bulge in his pants, knowing it’s about to burst. “My mouth? My hands? Both?”

“Anything, sweetheart, as long as you touch me, please,” Kento breathes out, sucking in a sharp breath as you swiftly unzip his pants, kissing the length of his cock that now lies across his lower abdomen.

His balls look fuller and more obvious, even through the thin layer of his boxers, and the urge to squeeze them becomes overwhelming. You do, pressing lightly, the squishy sensation making you giggle, while Nanami finally lets out a groan.

“Please, haa, I’m close,” he pants, grabbing your wrists to stop you.

You pout, furrowing your brows. “I’m not done.”

Nanami slowly pulls down his boxers, his hands slightly trembling as he frees his thick, hard cock. “Now you can.”

Without hesitation, you wrap your hand around his length, gently stroking from the base to the tip. Your mischievous mouth moves to his balls, softly sucking on one, which makes you grin — they’re so soft and adorable. Kento’s precum leaks quickly, trickling between your grip and along his shaft, slicking it up.

You stroke him faster and harder until Nanami is reduced to incomprehensible babbling, and he warns you how close he is. “Baby, I’m cumming, I—”

His thick, abundant load spurts, coating your hands and dripping onto the balls you were sucking fervently. “You taste so sweet,” you mumble, licking up his cum while cleaning him at the same time.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, and as soon as he catches his breath, you move up over him again, aligning his still-hard cock beneath your dripping pussy.

“Wanna ride you,” you pout, begging him with your eyes. “Can I?”

“Of course, baby, take it easy, okay?” Kento murmurs, gripping your hips to help you lower onto him.

As the tip pushes inside you, you immediately tighten around him, encouraging him to fill you with his fat, aching cock. You moan loudly as he slides deeper, reaching so far inside you that you can feel him brushing against your womb, so perfectly and heavenly.

“Oh, God— Fuuuck, you feel so good, so perfect, attagirl,” Kento babbles, his lips parted in pleasure, but his eyes never leave yours, watching every wince and every sound you make.

He lets you adjust to him, gently spreading his legs to ensure that every inch he has is swallowed by your greedy cunt. You cry out as he reaches your deepest point.

“Ah, Kento, so fucking deep, so big, I’m so full,” you babble, tears welling up in your eyes once again. Your chest rises and falls uncontrollably, and even when you try to stabilize yourself, it’s hard to resist bouncing on his dick.

So that’s exactly what you do, lifting your hips easily thanks to the firm grasp he has on your soft sides, following the rhythm to gently bounce on him.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing good,” Kento whispers, clenching his jaw to suppress his moans. “Fuck, just like that, tell me if you need more help.”

“Feels so good,” you squeal. "Please, help me a bit." You try to bounce on him a little faster, but it’s much harder than you expected.

The slapping sounds fill the room, and a steamy atmosphere settles in. You lean in closer as Kento helps you bounce up and down on his cock faster and deeper, his grunts and moans escaping. “Want me to fill you up, baby?”

You pick up the pace, your pussy greedily swallowing his length and tightening even more when you hear his words. You moan together, your desperate sounds mingling in the heat of the moment. Meeting Kento’s lust-filled gaze, you reply, “Yes, want to be full of your cum, please, Kento.”

“Anything for my good girl.”

He pulls you against him, taking control even though you’re on top. The scent of sex fills the room, signaling that both of your climaxes are nearing. With his powerful thrusts, he sinks deeper into you, relentlessly hitting your sweet spot, until you’re almost crying from the pleasure.

“I’m starting to get close, sweetheart,” Kento whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as your walls tighten around him.

“M-Me too, want to cum on your cock, Ken,” you cry, biting down on his trapezius to stifle your sweet sounds.

“I’m gonna fill you up, okay?” Kento bucks his hips harder into you, the wet sounds getting louder and more steady. You nod and sniffle, tightening around him as you teeter on the edge of orgasm.

“Cummin’, ah!” Your pussy spasms around him just as he releases inside you, spurting thick drops deep into your womb. He groans, his hands gripping your hips even tighter, surely leaving marks that will appear tomorrow.

“Oh, you feel so good, my sweet girl.” Kento keeps thrusting into you, slower and more tenderly now, guiding both of you through your orgasms.

Warm, white ropes leak out of your walls as they milk every drop from him, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

“You’re perfect, my love,” Kento mutters into your neck, peppering your slightly damp skin with kisses.

“I love you,” you breathe, letting your body lay flat against his, unwilling to leave his embrace ever again.

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When you wake up, the daylight makes you squint, causing you to groan. You turn onto your side and suddenly open your eyes wide.

You’re no longer in the club bed, but in one that’s unfamiliar to you.

A few inches away, a masculine figure half-covered by white sheets is, in fact, Kento, who also begins to stir, his gaze immediately finding yours.

“Sweetheart.”

The nickname warms your heart.

And suddenly, you remember spending the rest of the evening with him, and when it came time to leave, you cried and protested, wanting to stay with him. How could he refuse such an adorable and sweet-hearted request?

“I want to live with you.”

Kento’s eyes widen, and he’s on the verge of choking on his own saliva. “What—”

“You heard me. I don’t want to leave you, please,” you insist, biting your lip. “I want to be your girlfriend, your partner, or even your wife.”

“Hey, easy.” He sits up and pulls you into his arms. “You might still be under the influence of the alcohol. Do you want me to take you back home—”

“No! Ken, I’m serious, please!”

Big, hot tears roll down your cheeks.

Why are you becoming so emotional and stubborn like a child? This childish behavior doesn’t suit the adult you are, and yet…

“Hey, hey, hey! Sweetheart, I understand, please, don’t cry,” Kento whispers, panicking, wrapping his powerful arms around you and pulling you close to him. “You’re really serious? Are you sure about what you’re saying?” He plants a series of sweet kisses along your jawline, sending shivers through you. His thumb wipes away your tears as he gently rocks you.

You nod, sniffling. “Yes, I love you, I realized it after we slept together,” you explain, your voice slightly hoarse. You clear your throat. “Do you… or…?”

“I love you,” Kento replies almost immediately. “I don’t know how it happened, but you’re adorable, stubborn, and an unmatched tease, but I love you, angel.” He pauses.  So, you want to live with me?”

You nod. “Please.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll never leave you, okay?”

You wipe away the remaining traces of tears and gently kiss Kento’s lips, a smile forming as you notice his hair tousled from sleep. “Love ya.”

“I love you too, baby.”

A moment of silence follows, where you both settle into the warmth and comfort of each other until Nanami decides to break the peaceful quiet. “Are you hungry? We can have breakfast together if you want,” he suggests, a soft, tender smile appearing on his face, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach — and even lower — when you see a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

What a perfect husband he’ll make.

“I know how to make pancakes.” You smile proudly.

“Pancakes it is.”

a/n: i want to write more nanami fics if you guys have any idea around him being older pls ask me in my inbox!! also i’m so sorry if my writing sucks actually i’m so exhausted rn and i’m on my period (cramps hurt so bad) 😭

edit: i was writing this last week so yeah, basically i’m also sick this weak and i lost my voice... can you believe me? 💀

tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422 @whathappenedtobees @drippymcdrippison @koshhin

also check comments!! there’s people i can’t tag so i do it in comments :) if you want to be added in the tag list, let me know here.

[absolutebl]

top 10 sexiest moments in bl for you personally?

Only 10?

Okay some of these are screen caps tumblr as blocked so Imma name a few up top I can't show you, but there will be images as well, you just have to read on.

My Top Sexiest BL Moments of All Time

No specific order, way more than 10. Not sorry.

Eternal Yesterday - "whoa" scene

kiss x kiss x kiss: Perfect Scandal - "sweet senpai"

My Beautiful Man - the bloody finger

My Personal Weatherman - the shirt!

Old Fashion Cupcake - finger bite

Unknown - "you don't know my dreams"

Some More - you can kiss me, hyung

A First Love Story - pervert

Kiseki Dear to Me, this scene:

Love is Science - in the hotel closet

Okay,

THAILAND

2 Moons Ambassador - coitus interuptus

Ghost Host, Ghost House - THE LEG THIRST

I Feel You Linger in the Air - the OIL scene, holy fucking heck

KP - you know which one:

Love in Translation - that DAMN convenience store scene

Oh My Sunshine Night - that DAMN shower scene

Why R U? - THAT DAMN SAUNA SCENE

Secret Crush on You - the chain fence

The Sign - yeah most of it, the fantasies, but also that first sex scene

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans - this distance shot

Y-Destiny ToruFirst - Dai si

(source)

This post dated mid 2024 not responsible for amazing hotness that comes after.

Any of these surprise you? Probably not.

[kiyokothehuman]

Queen of Inarizaki

pairing: inarizaki x manager!reader

summary: calming your children w kita being a dad 🙏

a/n: bye my haikyu phase is coming back gg i sobbed when i read the manga

After a long day of refilling water bottles, taking notes, keeping track of what's happening, and tending to your dear volleyball obsessed idiots – It's safe to say you were exhausted.

You set your clipboard aside on a nearby bench before placing a hand on your hip, examining the chaos before you.

The two blonde and grey haired second years bickering over the pettiest things, Suna taking pictures for 'documentary purposes' and a tired Aran desperately trying to keep the situation under control.

"Those two.." You muttered, marching over your way to them. Hitoshi shot Suna an anxious glance, as if to warn him on the menace that's about to be set free in a couple of seconds.

The twins continued arguing with each other, not noticing the figure slowly approaching them.

"This would've been avoided if you just–"

"Just what!? Shut yer trap!"

"You two, listen–" Aran tried to speak up before he was cut off by a gentle hand placed on his shoulder. He gulped down, slowly turning to his side seeing the expression on your face, the complete opposite of gentle.

"I'll take it from here," you tilted your head, a passive aggressive smile encasing your lips while an intimidating aura surrounded you.

"Oh!? So the great and amazing Atsumu can't–"

The grey haired twin paused mid sentence, before realizing the situation he was in. You towered over them, arms crossed and a vein popping out of your forehead – A clear indication that you were absolutely pissed.

"Atsumu and Osamu Miya."

The Miya twins immediately stopped whatever they were doing and turned their full attention towards you.

"I said to pack up your things, but here you arguing like literal children!"

You yelled, your hands pinching their ears before making their heads crash against each other. "Ow, ow, ow! Y/N-senpai–" Atsumu rubbed the back of his head.

"Is that clear?" You questioned, pulling the two boys up by the back of their shirt.

"Y-yes, ma'am.." They muttered, a satisfied smile appeared on your face, letting go of them. Suna was stifling a laugh, making Atsumu shoot a glare at him.

"Suna, you're involved in this too!" He froze, dropping his sly smirk. You harshly pinched his cheek before letting go after hearing him yelp out a small grunt. Now it was the twins turn to laugh.

"I told you to go help me clean up the gym, not stand there like an idiot. Don't give me that attitude!" You scolded, urging him to start working.

Sighing, you put a hand to your forehead muttering, "It's only been 5 minutes since I was gone.."

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Bonus!

Once again, you were greeted at the sight of the twins yelling insults at each other. Everyone in the team was seated at Onigiri Miya for their high school reunion., but they all seemed so..different. Although it's as if nothing changed after hearing them argue.

"Atsumu, Osamu! Shut your damn mouth!" You scolded, while an anxious Aran tried to calm you down.

Kita fought back a chuckle as he lazily rested an arm on your chair. "Still the same after so many years." He muttered, earning a glare from you.

You — No, everyone was still the same. Even if we've all went our separate ways; some abroad, some working, or some continuing to play volleyball, we were all still the same people who coincidentally just went to the same high school at the same time.

Everyone might seem different somehow, but sitting together and talking like the old days makes it seem as if we're back in the past.

[tinythiefalex]

Ouran's Giant Host Club Chapter 4

First 2 3

Welp, this is the end of episode one, and the chapters that I have written. I'm working on writing episode 2, but I can't make any promises about how long that will take. Thank you to everyone who has read and left such nice tags, I really appreciate it.

Enjoy!

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For Haruhi, it was like time itself had slowed down. As the table shifted, so did gravity. She felt herself slide with the rest of the table's contents. Her mind was frozen, right up to the moment she became airborne. She closed her eyes and heard the thud of something else hitting the floor, and felt herself being dragged down in a free fall. She had heard that in moments like this, most people see their life flash before their eyes, but not her.

Eyes closed, her mind focused solely on the sounds and feelings around her. That odd weightlessness of her body, the sound of a shout, the air feeling like wind blowing past her, a bit of tea from Ayano’s cup splashing against her side. It felt like it had lasted an eternity, but as soon as she was sure she would hit the ground, she instead felt something else cushion her fall.

A hand. 

Somebody caught her. 

She heard something hit the floor and shatter in the background. A shiver ran up her spine. That could’ve been her, shattering on the floor. 

She can’t bring herself to open her eyes yet, so she just laid on the warm palm, trying to steady her breathing. 

Tamaki knew he was right to keep an eye on Haruhi. Ayanokoji had always been a jealous girl, he just never thought she would take it this far. As soon as he saw Ayano grab the end of the table, he tensed. And when he saw the legs of the table leave the ground, he shot up from his seat and ran as fast as he could towards them.

“Haruhi!” he shouted as he reached for the human, praying that his reflexes would be fast enough. Thankfully, he was just in time. He felt the tiny, fragile body land safely in his hands.

A small group of people had crowded around, trying to see what the commotion was about. Tamaki promptly cupped his hands against his rapid-beating heart to keep Haruhi out of sight, away from the prying eyes.

“Tamaki,” a far-too-sweet sounding voice drew his attention away from the human, and to the giant on the floor. Ayano was sitting there in a pitiful pose, one you might see a storybook princess drawn in. “I felt faint,” she said, a dainty hand placed on her head, “I must have hit the table when I fell. Please help me.” She held out her hand, clearly expecting Tamaki to take it. His hands didn’t move from his chest. 

“Get up.”

Ayano drew her hand back. “W-what? Tamaki-”

“You did this on purpose,” he said with a dark expression on his face. He could still feel Haruhi’s slight shivers against his palm. “You pretended to fall and you nearly killed our newest member. Get up.”

“What are you talking about?” For just a moment, Ayano looked enraged. Then her expression shifted back as she cradled her head in her hand, pretending to be hurt. “Ow… do something, Tamaki!”

Tamaki stared at her for a moment more, before sighing. “Ayanokoji, you’re a beautiful girl, but you aren’t classy enough to be our guest, dear. Please leave”

Her face fell, truly upset. 

“Why Tamaki?” she glazed around, seeing the other members glaring down at her, “...you idiot!” She ran away, crying.

Tamaki took a deep breath before moving his hands away from his chest. Looking down at Haruhi, he was relieved to see that the little guy was unharmed. Haruhi was sitting up in his hands, staring down at the shattered flower vase on the floor. 

“Hey there, my little rookie,” he said, brushing over the human’s hair with a fingertip, “I hope that didn’t spook you too bad.” 

Reaching up to push the finger away from her head, Haruhi stood back up. Tamaki was surprised to see the kid so calm after a debacle like that. “I’m fine, Senpai.” Haruhi lifted the side of her shirt, grimacing a bit at the large wet spot covering it. “Some of her tea got on me, though. Can I go change?”

“Of course!” Tamaki looked around for a moment, shooing away the small crowd of people still watching. He grabbed another of Haruhi’s small uniforms from the changing room, before walking over to a secluded table in the corner. He set Haruhi down behind another vase for privacy.

Tamaki went back over to the other club members, who were mumbling amongst themselves. They stopped as soon as they saw Tamaki approach.

“Tama-chan!” Honey was the first to shout. “Is Haru-chan okay?”

“He’s fine, as far as I can tell,” Tamaki said with a smile.

“That’s a relief,” Kyoya was writing something down in a notebook. “If Haruhi got seriously injured during club activities, we’d most likely be liable.” 

Only worried about the numbers. Classic Kyoya. Tamaki thought with a grimace. 

“We’ll definitely need to keep a better eye on him,” said one of the twins. 

“Where’d he go anyway?” the other finished.

Tamaki pointed a thumb over his shoulder to the corner table, “He’s just changing into a dry uniform, he should be about done by now,” he said, walking back over. The others followed him. 

“Hey Haruhi, are you done yet? It’s been-” as he said this, Tamaki pushed the vase aside. Haruhi was behind it, wearing only pants and a bra. 

Tamaki was frozen, staring at Haruhi, and he… she?... was frozen, staring right back. Tamaki slid the vase back into place, obscuring the human once more.

“Haruhi…” he asked hesitantly, “you’re… a girl?”

“Biologically speaking, yeah.” Haruhi stepped out from behind the vase, now fully dressed. Tamaki felt his heart speed up. Despite being in a replica of the same clothes, Haruhi somehow seemed even cuter now. “Listen, Senpai, I don’t really care whether you guys see me as a boy or a girl,” Haruhi said, straightening the collar on her shirt, “In my opinion, it’s more important for a person to be recognized for who they are rather than for what sex they are.”

Kyoya jumped in, “Well, isn’t this an interesting development?”

The twins smiled at each other. “Oh yeah,” they turned, “though I’m guessing you  knew the whole time, Kyoya.” Before he could respond, Haruhi spoke up again, looking up at Tamaki.

“You know, I have to say Senpai, I thought you were pretty cool earlier.” She smiled up at him. Tamaki gasped, putting a hand over his mouth and quickly turning bright red. 

Kyoya smirked at the other hosts, “Now I could be wrong, but I think we may be experiencing the beginnings of love here.”

Haruhi barely noticed Tamaki’s reaction, she just continued talking to nobody in particular. “Being a host and getting fussed over by a bunch of girls might not be that bad.” Tamaki was taken aback by this, but Haruhi kept going, “I wonder how I can pull it off?” She hit her hands together, “I’ve got it!” she said, looking back up with her eyes wide. “I’ll just call everyone dude and bro now!”

She laughed at her own joke. 

End of Episode 1

[daisynik7]

Hi, how are you? I hope that well. My delusion for Ino led me to wonder how he would react to receiving a somewhat unusual (if you know what I mean 🫣🔥) photo of his girlfriend during work hours. But it's okay if you don't want to write 🥰🫶🏻

cw: established relationship, smut

Author’s Note: Hello my dear! I’m not open for requests, but I’ve also been thinking about this so I couldn’t resist writing this drabble. Enjoy! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune. 

Ino usually knows better than to check his phone during work hours, especially when he’s on a mission with his mentor. It’s a Saturday night and he’s been called in last-minute to exorcise curses infesting the basement of a local elementary school. Nanami accompanies him, so naturally, he’s on his best behavior, always striving to impress his senpai. Typically, his phone is on silent, tucked away in his pocket, his attention completely focused on completing the task at hand. He normally doesn’t let anything distract him. 

Today’s a little bit different. It’s your anniversary. 

You surprise him earlier with breakfast in bed, starting off with you riding his face until he’s devoured every last drop of you. It’s his absolute favorite; the best way to start any morning, in between your thighs with his tongue stroking your clit until you’re gushing all over him. Then, the two of you cook an actual meal consisting of some of your favorite dishes: a steaming bowl of miso soup, steamed rice, fluffy eggs. It’s routine now, the way you maneuver the kitchen together. Ino leaning over the kitchen stove, steam surrounding his face as he smiles down at the pot, stirring the broth slowly. You peeking over his shoulder, dropping the cubed tofu pieces carefully, sneaking a quick smooch on his cheek. For lunch, Ino reserves a special sake tasting at your favorite bar in Shinjuku, where you both indulge in the smooth liquor and tasty appetizers. Afterwards, you pick up food for take-out and head back home to enjoy the rest of your evening comfortably. 

It's just when the two of you are exchanging presents that Nanami calls him in for work. Ino already unwrapped your gift to him, his fingers exploring the silky fabric of the lingerie delicately, his lips parted in awe, salivating at the thought of you modeling this for him. He almost lets the call go to voicemail, ready to take you right here, right now. “Taku,” you giggle as he scatters wet kisses along your neck, his hands trying to work your shirt off, his phone still ringing. “Nanami is calling you.”

He groans into your skin, clearly frustrated at the horrible timing of it all, but he eventually picks up, reluctantly agreeing to meet his senpai as soon as possible. “I’ll be back soon, okay? And we are going to continue exactly where we left off,” he demands, kissing you fiercely on the lips. 

As much as you love and adore your boyfriend, you can’t help but mess with him just a little bit. 

That’s how he ends up in his current situation, in the middle of his mission on a quick break, rock hard as he stares at his phone screen. It’s a selfie of you, his wonderful, naughty girlfriend posing with the lingerie on, the lace hugging all of your curves perfectly, the sheer fabric exposing the parts of you that only he’s lucky enough to see. The message sent with the photo reads as follows: 

Hurry, baby. I’m waiting for you. 

That’s what does it. Ino effortless eliminates all the remaining curses in record time that even Nanami praises him, which is rare for him to do. Within the next half hour, he returns home, takes the quickest and most efficient shower he’s ever taken, and is in bed with you, raring to go. And for this, he takes his damn time because both you and he deserve it. 

[host-club-hq]

Indeed: ~y/n's Promotion!~

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader

➼ summary: A long awaited promotion, indeed...

➼ word count: 7.4k

➼ what to expect: "Compose yourself, y/n, smile y/n."

➼ warnings: teensy bit of angst if you squint

➼ chapter navigation

➼ welcome to season 2 of Indeed! i thought we would start it off with a bang :)

"Oh... dear God." You gawk at the dress placed in your arms by Hikaru, glancing up at him for reassurance. "You're joking." It's more of a plea than a statement.

"C'mon, surely you knew our theme for today was service staff by now." Hikaru scoffs, shaking his head.

"Honestly, Senpai, you're our manager dating our director... how are you out of the loop?" Kaoru tsks with a sigh.

You crane your neck to glance at your aforementioned boyfriend behind you, your glare worth daggers, "This was your idea?"

Kyoya's eyes merely flit to you for a moment, returning to his laptop quickly, "You know me better than that, y/n. Whose idea do you think it was?"

Another quick turn of your head to Tamaki, the same glare present. He sweats nervously, "Those idiots told me you'd look good in a maid costume! It wasn't my idea!" He defends himself adamantly.

You grumble, "Too bad we can't stick Haruhi in this dress."

"We can after club hours." The twins smirk devilishly.

"Senpai." Haruhi whines.

"Sometimes I forget why I didn't just go to London." You drape your costume over the back of a chair, threading your fingers through your hair with a sigh.

"Because Kyoya-Senpai begged you to stay, remember?" Hikaru and Kaoru deadpan, appearing by your side once more.

You snort, "Oh, yeah. It was just Kyoya. Mhm." You cross your arms with a cocked brow.

"And I didn't beg. I asked." Kyoya pipes up, not bothering to meet your gazes when the three of you turn to him.

"You're delusional." You snicker, throwing him a knowing glance. He rolls his eyes, returning diligently to his work.

"Enough of your bickering. y/n, our guests are arriving soon- hurry up and put the dress on!" Tamaki whines, pushing you by your shoulders to the backroom.

"I don't understand why I have to wear everything that you wear! Can't I just wear black and white? I'm not even a host." You pout as Tamaki shuts the door behind you. You tear the dress from its packaging and begin stripping down.

"You wouldn't be-"

"-as cute that way, Senpai."

"I beg to differ." You grumble, stumbling as you slide the bodice of the dress up your torso. You, personally, think you'd look just as cute in black and white clothing, but you digress.

"Don't forget the headband!" You hear the door handle jiggle at Hikaru's voice.

"Ah! Don't you dare! Give me ten more seconds." You exclaim in a scolding tone.

"Back away from the door, Hikaru." Kyoya pipes up. Hikaru does as he's told, gulping. You nearly laugh.

"How do I look, Haru-chan?!" Honey tugs insistently at Haruhi's arm, forcing her eyes to fall upon himself and Mori dressed in their servant uniforms.

"You look great, Senpai." She nods with innocent eyes, straightening her own bow tie around her neck at the collar of her crisply white button-up shirt.

"Oh! Daddy's little girl looks so cute!" The telltale sound of Tamaki's fawning reaches your ear as you straighten the straps to your apron.

"Look at you in your tailcoat!" By the sound of Haruhi's groans, it sounds like he's smothering her.

You crack the door open and thrust your hand into open air, wriggling your fingers expectantly, "Where's the headband I must wear?" You groan.

"Come all the way out and get it." Kaoru teases.

"I don't have to wear it, you know-" Suddenly, the headband is placed in your palm and you snicker triumphantly.

"Thank you, boys." You chuckle, shutting the door promptly.

You slide the headband over the crown of your head and allow it to sit just behind your ears, straightening it the best you can and dusting off your apron before stepping out hesitantly.

You grumble, "This feels really demeaning." You pull at the ends of your dress, turning in a circle to get a look at yourself.

"Am I going to carry around a tray and do little poses?" You demonstrate your meaning by popping a leg up and holding a peace sign to your eye.

Your ears catch a light chuckle, twisting your neck to find Kyoya dressed in a black tailcoat tuxedo, straightening his clean, white gloves, shaking his head at you.

"Well, don't you look fancy." You snicker as he moves a gloved hands to his glasses to adjust them on his nose.

"That is the intention, yes." With a somewhat knowing smile, Kyoya peers down at you in your own costume.

"Alright, men!" Tamaki claps his hands to gain each host's attention, and he does so effectively.

"And women." He adds secondly, continuing on with a coy smile, "Our guests will be arriving soon. Now, it is important that we all play well into our roles as servants for our ladies today. Today, we not only charm our guests, but we will wait upon them as well!"

"Now you get to experience what I do everyday." You nudge Kyoya in the ribs, earning a scoff from him. "I doubt it'll be difficult," he replies with a coy expression.

"I never said it was difficult. But remember, I never said you'd like it, either." You tease mischievously, offering him a soft pat to his shoulder as you waltz off to take your position for opening.

And as the first guest of many arrives, the club is there to welcome them warmly in perfect poise, hands folded diligently with deep bows.

"Welcome." The usual chorus of voices reaches the ears of the first guest as they enter, earning a second chorus comprised of gasps and soft exclamations of awe.

You bow traditionally, "Welcome, ladies. May I ask who you would prefer to serve you this afternoon?" In your one hand, a notepad, and in the other, a pen, as you await their reply.

The guests snicker to themselves, flattered by your sudden attention. One of them speaks up. "Hikaru and Kaoru, please."

You smile and gesture with an open hand for the girls to follow you, "Very good, right this way, please." You bring them to their seats as if you were a hostess. That very word causes your heart to flutter excitedly, but it quickly dies down as you focus on your duties that are simply those of a maid.

You continue to seat guests at the respective tables for each host.

The more and more guests you escort to Kyoya's area, the more you become confused. Your romantic relationship is more than common knowledge ever since the twins couldn't keep their mouths shut about the whole stunt Kyoya pulled on the last day of the Ouran fair. You assumed more guests would be devastated by this knowledge, avoiding Kyoya as a host, but it seems his numbers are skyrocketing.

"Kyoya, tell us how you saved y/n again! It's so romantic!"

Kyoya nearly loses his composure at the sudden inquiries flying his way, slotting a hand behind his neck awkwardly, "Well, I hardly think you'd want to hear about that. I'd much rather talk about you."

"But Hikaru says you fell off the bridge! And you confessed your love to y/n all at the same time!"

You can't help the own rosy tint that falls over the apples of your cheeks at the notion that the guests know all about your private affairs. Well, not so private...

"That is true, yes..." At Kyoya's confession, the guests crowding him squeal, faint, and shake each other incessantly.

Both you and Kyoya had discussed the possible repercussions of being together publicly, and he mentioned that he wouldn't particularly mind if his guests seemed to dwindle off into smaller numbers. But currently, you're looking at an insane influx of patrons surrounding him.

"Did you really dance in the water? Did you kiss her?"

"Oh, I wish someone would do that for me!"

"I can't believe she was going to leave!"

You make a mental note to bash Hikaru's head in when you get the chance, a more cherry tint spreading across your cheeks and inching toward your ears.

"Welcome, ladies! Can I get you some tea?" Honey approaches his table with a tray full of steaming teacups, one for each customer. "Oh! You know what would go great with this tea? Some cake!" he says, brimming with excitement. Mori appears at his side with one arm folded behind his back, the other gracefully carrying a tray of cake slices at Honey's suggestion.

"Thanks, Honey!" A guest says, graciously accepting his offering. "Won't you stay and enjoy it with us?" she requests curiously.

"Well... okay! But only for a little bit, because then I have to go back to waiting on you pretty ladies!" Honey leaps onto the sofa beside his guests and promptly munches on a slice of cake offered to him by the guest adjacent to him.

Tamaki glances over his shoulder, excusing himself from his guests for a moment, throwing in an excuse — something along the lines of bringing them more refreshments.

"Hikaru, Kaoru!" He hisses in a whisper, snapping his fingers briefly. The twins slide into view at his beck and call, saluting their leader and mimicking his tone, "Yes, sir!"

"Gather the others and meet me in the back room! Make sure y/n doesn't see any of you." Tamaki implores, shooing them away.

"On it!" they eagerly reply, bolting off to grab the first host in sight. Hikaru and Kaoru sweep up Honey first, who hums in question as they scoop him up effortlessly. Mori follows soundlessly after that, head barely tilted curiously.

"Thank you, ladies, I- hey! What are you doing?!" Haruhi stammers, suddenly feeling Hikaru and Kaoru's arms looped under her own, dragging her on her heels away from her guests. The girls seated in Haruhi's area blink disorientedly as she's whisked away.

Just as the twins are even thinking about taking Kyoya with them by force, he raises a definitive gloved hand, "No need, I'm coming."

They comply immediately, nodding shortly and making their way to Tamaki's designated meeting place.

And suddenly, when you glance around aimlessly for a host... there are none in sight. In fact... they're all gone. Guests slowly get up from their seats across the room, making their way over to you with curious expressions.

"y/n? Where did Tamaki go?"

"Yeah, and Hikaru and Kaoru are missing!"

Your eyes grow wide as you stand speechless in the middle of a sea of guests, all tilting their heads in your direction with questioning eyes.

"Uh..." You murmur, unsure yourself as to where you boys have wandered off to... all... at the same time...

Odd.

Meanwhile, in another room, Tamaki throws his arms around Hikaru and Kaoru's shoulders on either side of him, forming a makeshift huddle as Mori and Kyoya remain standing upright, all the while participating in the discussion.

"Alright men, we need to think about this carefully," Tamaki begins.

"What exactly are we doing?" Haruhi glances to each host for an explanation, completely and hopelessly lost.

"Discussing the operation, of course." Kyoya vaguely mumbles.

"What operation? What's going on?" Haruhi looks to someone else for a clearer explanation.

"When we go back out there, we give y/n a run for her money! This operation is improv style- come up with whatever ridiculous request you can, and make sure she does it!" Tamaki whispers harshly, earning nods from his fellow hosts, who seem to be following along diligently.

Haruhi tilts her head, "Huh?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Alright, 'Operation: y/n's Host Trial' is a go!"

~y/n's Promotion!~

"Wait, what? We're making y/n-Senpai a host?" Haruhi asks with wide, incredulous eyes. Glancing to Kyoya's side profile, he gives nothing in return but a small, slowly forming smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hikaru, Kaoru: You know your jobs?" Tamaki inquires, pointing to the twins with a determined finger.

Kaoru shrugs, "Make y/n-Senpai-"

"-as busy as possible. We got it." Hikaru finishes, mirroring his brother's shrug.

Haruhi nearly pales, grimacing. When the twins are making someone busy, they're usually not doing it in a way that's particularly... tolerable.

"Are we sure that's a good idea?" Haruhi tries carefully, but no one seems to be listening. And if they are, they're intentionally ignoring her... which is definitely the case — Kyoya sees, hears, and knows all.

"Honey-Senpai?" Tamaki turns to Honey next, who salutes him immediately.

"Make y/n-chan take care of all of my problems!" He beams, contradicting his words.

"Kyoya, you are to-"

"Make sure y/n stays on task and doesn't get distracted." Kyoya adjusts his glasses, interjecting.

"By any means possible! Make y/n work!" Tamaki declares to the general group.

"By any means possible!" The hosts chorus back to him, save for Mori and Haruhi. They glance to each other apprehensively, exchanging concerned expressions.

"Mori-Senpai, I want you to keep a lookout for anything going wrong. Bring it to my attention immediately." Tamaki orders authoritatively.

Mori hums, but he doesn't necessarily agree... something seems off about this whole operation, and only he and Haruhi seem to be the ones who are not completely agreeing with everything Tamaki is saying.

"And Haruhi-" Tamaki begins optimistically.

"Look, Senpai, I don't know if I'm okay with working y/n-Senpai to the bone... she already does enough. Besides, hasn't she proved herself worthy to be a host already?" Haruhi implores, her expression quizzical.

"Nonsense! y/n has never actually hosted before. We need to see if she's up to the task!" Tamaki exclaims with an aura of dedication.

"... and to do that is to give her even more menial tasks than she already has?" Haruhi's shoulders slouch over in defeat when she realizes that Tamaki has absolutely no logic behind these trials... and the other hosts seem to be going along blindly. Which is... worrying.

"Senpai, I thought you were smarter than this." Haruhi grumbles, glancing up at Kyoya with an disgusted expression.

"I don't know what you mean by that. Besides, I don't see the harm in testing her a bit." Kyoya shrugs, not sparing her a glance.

"You realize that giving her hostly duties would be the way to do this? Not more errand girl duties? I don't even know why she still does those in the first place... she's our manager." Haruhi rubs her chin between her fingers in thought.

"She used to have a debt, remember? I just assume it's second nature to her by now to do all of those things." Kyoya proposes.

Haruhi hums thoughtfully, barely paying Kyoya any mind now.

As the two think out loud, chaos has been orchestrating among the trio of idiots with the addition of Honey.

"You all have your jobs, now get out there! We've been gone for way too long!" Tamaki ushers the twins out the door, followed by the rest of the hosts, and only two of them are starting to already rethink this horrible operation.

"There you guys are. What on earth were you thinking, all disappearing at once like that?" You huff, hands angrily on your hips as you approach them.

"Just discussing host things!" Tamaki assures, which doesn't make you feel any better in the slightest.

You raise a brow, irked. Rolling your eyes, you wave them off, "Whatever." You grumble.

Tamaki and Honey make discreet eye contact, and Tamaki nods subtly.

"Wah~! y/n-chan!" Honey wails, immediately gaining your attention.

"Senpai, what's wrong?" You appear to his table in the blink of an eye, brows furrowed in concern as his tearful eyes look up at you.

"I'm out of chocolate cake! Can you please get some more?" He hiccups, his hands drawn to his chest as he sniffles.

Your eyes fall on a perfectly full tier of strawberry and white cake, glancing back at Honey with an unsure expression, "But Honey-Senpai, you have plenty of cake right here-"

"But I want chocolate cake!!" He insists with a whine you rarely hear from him, especially in such an insignificant situation.

His guests chuckle nervously, offering you confused glances, and you return them with an apologetic smile.

"Alright, alright... I'll be right back."

You turn to head to the storage room, stealing a slight glance back at Honey as you go. It's common for Honey to act childish, that's his whole gimmick... but you rarely see him throw a tantrum like a true toddler. Maybe you shouldn't have given in, like a responsible mother wouldn't have. Well, a responsible mother wouldn't allow her child to eat as much cake as Honey does anyway, so that idea is long out the window by now.

Upon reaching the cabinets that store treats and sweets, you find that the host club is completely out of chocolate cake — not one slice to be seen.

You tilt your head. "Odd..." you say to yourself, quietly. You swear you'd seen an abundance of it just days before... Honey couldn't have possibly gone through that much chocolate cake in a few days... could he? Maybe you just need to stay more on top of things. No matter: you mark acquiring more chocolate cake on your mental to-do list and suppose that the academy's refectory will have to do.

You return to Honey, who looks hopeful at your arrival. You sigh, "I've got to run down to the refectory, our cupboards are barren of chocolate cake... I'll be right back."

Honey's eyes water, his prominent pout returning.

"I'm going now! I promise, I'll be right back." You swear.

And before Honey can burst into tears, which he looks like he's about to, you dash off, determined to reach the refectionary in record time... hoping that they either have chocolate cake on hand or that they can whip some up at lightning speed.

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With two armfuls of chocolate cake slices packaged in plastic, you push open the club doors and are immediately bombarded by a host.

"Where did you go? You were gone for quite a while." The not so melodic tone of your partner's voice reaches your ears, arms crossed.

"We ran out of chocolate cake and Honey-Senpai wants chocolate or nothing." You groan, adjusting your stature to better cradle the inconveniently shaped packaged cake slices.

"You still shouldn't leave us without warning, guests have been waiting for their refreshments." Kyoya follows close behind as you start your journey to the storage room.

You blink, surprised at his lack of understanding, "Kyoya, I was only gone for fifteen minutes, you can't pour tea yourself?" You try your hardest to laugh off the comment.

"It's not our job to pour tea."

You haven't heard him belittle your duties like that since he disregarded your debt... since before you were dating. But, before you can react, you're promptly whisked away.

"y/n, where have you been?" Tamaki circles behind you, pushing you by your shoulders to the back room, "Put those away and come out immediately, and bring the tea!"

You blink as Tamaki leaves you to the storage room, putting the cake slices in their rightful place in a sort of daze. The boys have scarcely ever been quite this urgent with you. Even if they are, they try their best to be as forgiving as possible if you're running a bit behind.

You arrange the pot of tea and matching cups on your familiar tray, hoisting it off the table and into your hands as you scurry out to meet Tamaki, who apparently so urgently needs you.

It seems as though every time you pass through a doorway, you're needed by a different host. This time, the twins are at your side in an instant the moment you enter the main room.

"Hey, Senpai, we need your opinion." Hikaru begins, both twins effectively blocking your path.

"Yeah, it's urgent." Kaoru nods with a seemingly forced intense expression.

"Um..." You grimace, fingers tightening around your tea tray, but you don't see the harm in humoring them only for a moment.

"What was it that we wanted to ask her again, Hikaru?" Kaoru inquires, fingers stroking his chin in thought. Hikaru mirrors his twin, humming.

"I can't remember, Kaoru... hm..."

"Guys, I really need to-"

"No, no! We'll only be a second, just give us some time to remember it." Hikaru interrupts you.

You sigh with exasperation, shoulders slouching as you semi-patiently wait for Hikaru and Kaoru to remember what they spontaneously needed your opinion for.

"y/n, what on earth are you doing? We needed that tea tray two minutes ago." Kyoya materializes at your side, checking his watch and beckoning you to follow him.

"Sorry, guys." You hastily apologize to the twins, following Kyoya at his heels.

"Here, Kyoya, can you bring this over? I really need to make sure Honey-Senpai has his-" You offer the tray up to Kyoya as you follow him, but he turns sharply and holds his hand out.

"Nonsense, I have my guests to attend to. I simply don't have the time." He informs you.

Your brows furrow, "Well, neither do I, Kyoya, that's why I'm asking you to do it. If I had the time, I'd-"

"I don't want to hear excuses. Deliver the tea, then attend to Honey-Senpai." Kyoya leaves you with that.

You're left bewildered at his choice of tone toward you, gawking in the direction he disappears in.

You inhale sharply and exhale just as quickly, shaking your head to yourself as you arrive at Tamaki's table, setting down the tea tray and adorning a bright smile, "Here's your tea ladies. Now, if you'll excuse me." You direct your glower in Tamaki's direction, putting a particular annoyed inflection on your words as you find him simply lounging on the sofa, surrounded by swooning guests. Tamaki grins sheepishly.

You turn on your heel to find Honey-Senpai, who seems to be having the time of his life entertaining his guests... until he catches your eye. Suddenly, he blinks in rapid procession and tears are streaming down his cheeks.

"y/n-chan, I need my chocolate cake!" He whimpers, arms flailing in a tantrum-like manner.

"Okay, just a second!" You call over your shoulder, rushing back to the storage room and throwing open the cabinets. You all but snatch a slice of chocolate cake... grabbing another for good measure, and dash out to tend to Honey's blubbering cries. Placing the slices in front of him, you anxiously await his reaction.

His sobbing subsides all too quickly, and he's left beaming up at you, "Thanks, y/n-chan!" And with that, he's devouring his sweets.

You exhale with an aura of relief, folding your hands before you, "Not a problem. Can I get anyone else anything? More sandwiches?"

Honey's guests shake their heads, smiling, "We're okay, y/n, thank you!" They beam politely. You nod and slip away.

But you don't get a moment to yourself for long before the sound of shattering glass catches your ears, silence falling over the room after a round of surprised gasps.

You turn to find Hikaru and Kaoru at the scene of the crime, both standing over a mess of what looks like two broken teacups... that seem to have fallen straight from their hands and onto the floor... at the same time...

"Whoops! Clumsy us!" They chorus, a certain undertone of mischief present in their voices.

"y/n, could you get that for us-?"

"- yeah, we've got other stuff to do." They link arms, sauntering away to attend to their guests who are just as confused as you are.

You groan all too loudly for Kyoya's liking, apparently, as you make your way over to the mess and start to gather the bigger pieces.

"Remember, y/n, compose yourself. You'll have to learn to be compliant with anything if you want to get anywhere." Kyoya reminds, carelessly scribbling in his notebook as you slave away on the floor over a pile of broken china.

"Compose yourself, y/n, smile y/n." You mock in a high pitched tone under your breath.

"I heard that." Kyoya lifts his eyes briefly from his half-written sentence to meet your sheepish eyes, your lips drawing into a thin line. Kyoya's unamused eyes bore into your soul.

"Heard what?" You don't give him a moment to answer as you're off to discard of the larger pieces of china, acquiring a broom and a dustpan for the smaller shards.

Watching from afar, Haruhi crosses her arms, "They can afford to break fine china. If I broke a saucer, I'd be paying it off for two weeks."

As you pass her slouching figure, you giggle, "Yeah, double standards, am I right?" You snicker, dumping the shards of china into the nearest waste bin. Haruhi beams.

After making sure your palms are clean of glass, you swipe a tired hand across your forehead, sighing in relief at the momentary break you receive.

The key word is momentary, and you're not even sure you can call it that, as you're leaping to attention when Honey wails deafeningly once more. You grimace at his volume, cautiously peering over your shoulder to see what could possibly be the matter now.

"y/n-chan, I spilled tea all over my pants! I need new ones!"

Surely enough, just as you arrive at his side, your eyes immediately fall on the dark stain covering his pant legs, still slowly growing. Luckily, you know Honey's tea has been sitting out long enough to have grown cold. Still, you cannot fathom how he would be comfortable in a pair of damp slacks.

"Did you pack an extra uniform, Senpai?" You question, tilting your head.

Meekly, Honey shakes his head no. You suppress the strong, strong urge to groan loudly, as that would only upset him further.

"And I suppose you want me to find you one?"

At your offer, Honey beams, "Yes please!"

You feel your eye twitch involuntarily, forcing a strained smile, "Sure thing..." You say through clenched teeth.

As you turn around and lose Honey's attention, you snatch a throw pillow from a nearby sofa and shove it over your mouth, muffling a loud, frustrated groan, stomping your foot.

You inhale deeply through your nose, quickly regaining your composure and putting the throw pillow back in its place. You clear your throat and dust yourself off before setting off on your new mission.

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The only solution you found for Honey's problem was nothing short of embarrassing... to say the least. You've managed to venture all the way to the primary school building, thoroughly out of breath and practically begging for one of the sensei's to lend you their spare pair of boy's uniform shorts that they keep around in case of the elementary students having accidents.

You return to the club with the fresh shorts slung over your arm, receiving immediate attention from Kyoya.

"Where did you run off to this time? You were gone for-"

"Give me one second, please, Kyoya, I'll never hear the end of this if I don't give these to Honey-Senpai now." You forcibly shove past him, leaving him to watch you approach the elder, feeling anxious at the new frustrated attitude you've adopted.

Cautiously, you gain Honey's attention by tapping on his shoulder. "Senpai, these are the only pants I could find you," you say, presenting him with the elementary school uniform shorts. Although they're small, you expect them to fit. And, well, they're dry.

You barely notice the way, Honey glances to Tamaki for approval, as he would be fine accepting the pair of shorts you are offering him, but his boss shakes his head discreetly, indicating that Honey must give you a reason to do something else.

He sniffles on que, "I'm not gonna wear little boy's shorts! I want my uniform pants!" He hiccups.

Truthfully, by now, the wet spot on Honey's pants is mostly dry, and you can't even see the liquid given that his slacks are black to begin with.

You sigh in exasperation, "There's really nothing else I can do. These are the only-"

"No!" Against his better judgement, Honey smacks the shorts out of your hands and to the floor. The room grows silent at his outburst and everyone is patiently awaiting the next choice of words from either of you.

"That's embarrassing, y/n-chan! I don't wanna wear elementary shorts!" He insists, brows furrowed.

Your teeth grind in a heavy effort to reel in your outrage, afraid you'll explode and say something you regret to the poor boy.

"Senpai," Your tone is wavering, eyes shut as you do your best to regain a steady composure. "Unless you want me to drive all the way to your house and personally select another pair of trousers from your closet and come back here, there is nothing else I can do for you."

Honey can sense the sheer frustration in your voice, so he doesn't say anything further. He's decided he's played too much of a part in this little game, and he doesn't think it's very fun anymore... someone else is going to have to step in.

And someone else does. Just as Tamaki is starting to realize that this little "trial" has gone too far, Hikaru opens his mouth.

"Come on, Senpai, isn't this your job?"

Even his brother's eyes grow wide, tugging on Hikaru's sleeve to tell him not to push you anymore, but Kaoru freezes while doing so as you turn around menacingly, your gaze tearing daggers through Hikaru as you fume.

"No, Hikaru, it is not my job to be your personal servant-"

"Don't you serve your dad all the time at home? Get to it, y/n, we don't have all day."

Your fury is replaced by absolute astonishment at Hikaru's choice of words paired with the insult of lacking an honorific.

"Hikaru!" Kaoru scolds with a gasp, seemingly pushing HIkaru's consciousness back into reality as he realizes what he's just said to you.

And that's when Tamaki realized this entire operation was a mistake, uncrossing his arms in a state of shock.

Haruhi's attention turns to Mori as he stands adjacent to her. His eyes are closed in disappointment, as if he knew something like this would happen.

With an indignant huff, your voice slightly breaking, you throw the elementary boy's shorts to the ground, as a loud smack! echoes through the silent room. You manage to suppress your tears as you storm past the onlookers and to the grand double doors, slamming them behind you and bolting down the hall.

Tamaki does his best to disperse the crowd, directing intrigued guests back to their tea and snacks with a polite smile. As the crowd dissipates, Tamaki throws a panicked expression in Hikaru's direction.

"When I said make y/n as busy as possible, I didn't mean make her busy crying!" Tamaki stomps his foot, fuming.

"I didn't mean to! I just wanted to make her mad!" Hikaru whines, feeling the immense weight of guilt pulling at his heart strings.

"She was already mad, you pushed her over into hurt." Haruhi pipes up, arms crossed. She could have guessed that this was exactly what would happen if you were pushed to your breaking point.

Hikaru hangs his head, ashamed of his words toward you as his heart pulses painfully. Kaoru clings comfortingly to his side. "Don't worry, I bet Senpai knows you didn't mean it," He assures. Hikaru only nods slightly.

"I didn't think she was gonna cry!" Honey cries, now bursting into genuine tears. Honey seeks Mori for comfort, lip trembling as his mind runs rampant with his intolerable behavior toward you. Mori places a still hand atop his head without a word.

"I think we'll have to move ahead with the plan a little early." Kyoya adjusts his glasses, taking hold of the reins of this operation.

"Tamaki, could you have the room ready by the time I get back? I'll go make sure she's alright." Kyoya tucks his notebook and pen away.

Tamaki nods, "Good idea, Kyoya. You heard the man, get to work." He orders, clapping his hands twice. The remaining hosts scurry away at his command.

As Kyoya withdraws from the clubroom, he has the slightest inclination as to where you might have run off to. Trusting his intuition, he sets off to the place he has in mind.

It's a bit of a longer walk, and Kyoya can't imagine that you ran all the way here, but his intuition was, indeed, correct. He nearly smiles fondly to himself when he finds you perched on the edge of a familiar fountain in your maid's uniform, knees drawn to your chest. Kyoya's chest aches painfully when you brush a stray tear from your cheek, sniffling quietly. He can barely hear you over the calming sound of trickling water flowing in the fountain.

Kyoya steps out from underneath the covered walkway and you notice him immediately.

"Oh." You straighten up, quickly wiping your damp cheeks and hoping your nose isn't too red. Luckily, your cheeks darken to the same rosy hue to match the tip of your nose.

"Want some company?" Kyoya offers gently. You nod wordlessly.

At your given consent, Kyoya sits on the ledge of the fountain beside you, craning his neck only slightly to peer over your shoulder as your back is turned to him.

"Are you alright?" He tilts his head.

You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment, "I know he didn't mean it, it's all part of some stupid charade you're all doing, but it still hurts."

If it wasn't for your last statement, Kyoya would have laughed. Of course you were aware of something going on, you're incredibly observant.

"I know. I'm not entirely sure where that came from, but it was unnecessary." Kyoya reaches out tentatively. His fingers gently caress your arm with an aura of hesitancy. He can't quite tell if you want him by your side or anywhere else.

Soon his uncertainty is settled, however, when you swivel your body and lean into him, still hugging your knees to your chest. Kyoya slithers a casual arm around your shoulders, holding you secure to his side.

"I don't want to go back in there," you say. Kyoya can practically hear the pout on your lips. He smiles softly.

"I think you'll be surprised." His optimistic tone brings your head up toward him to meet his eyes, looking hopeful.

"Promise?"

Kyoya knows without a doubt that what they have planned for you will raise your spirits in the most wonderful of ways. He angles his head to face you, eyes landing upon your expectant irises. The warmth in his heart spreads across his whole chest.

"Promise."

And when Kyoya promises something, you don't have a doubt in the world. A faint tint of red spreads across the apples of your cheeks, reaching the bridge of your nose when Kyoya places a gentle kiss just below your hairline.

You sigh quietly to yourself, hoisting yourself from the side of the fountain, "I better go and give Hikaru a chance to apologize anyway, I bet he's worrying himself sick." You tease, walking closely to Kyoya's side and nudging his shoulder.

Kyoya chuckles, "You know him all too well." He puts a simple, guiding hand to the small of your back.

"Well who do I have to thank for that, huh? Back in the day when you used to boss me around..." You quirk a brow, grumbling.

"Something good came out of it, right? I know they're a pain, but they certainly hold you in high regards." Kyoya says, moving to shove his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I sort of figured that after they staged an entire fight to get the chance to visit my house." You scoff, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

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You reach for the handle to the clubroom, but you're quickly stopped as Kyoya grabs it before you. You glance up at him with questioning eyes, hand poised mid air.

"Allow me." And with that, Kyoya pushes open the door. It creaks all too familiarly, and unexpectedly, you're flooded with a surge of rose petals.

You swat stray petals away from your line of sight, thoroughly confused: "We already opened for the day, what's with the theatrics?" You blink, realizing the room is shrouded in darkness.

"... are you guys just sitting here in the dark?" You squint. You turn to find Kyoya for an explanation, but he is nowhere to be seen.

The echoing thud of a spotlight switching on turns you around, and Tamaki is standing illuminated under a beam of light.

Lining a pathway toward him is an additional, less spectacular row of lights that flash from above. Hikaru, Kaoru, and Haruhi stand on one side in a row, and Kyoya, Mori, and Honey stand parallel from them. They all stand as if they're uniformed soldiers in their butler costumes, arms folded behind their back and eyes glued to you.

You blink, brows furrowed at their unusual formation. You haven't got anything planned... no special event or party that requires a dramatic entrance.

"y/n, would you please step forward?" Tamaki bows like a true prince would, one arm pressed to his chest and the other outstretched, head slightly angling up to glance at you.

Stunned to silence, your legs carry you to move closer to him, barely sparing each host an apprehensive glance on your way to the King.

You cannot even begin to fathom what is going on, a million ideas running through your head at a hundred miles an hour. Are you in trouble? Are they going to ask you to join a cult? Have they joined forces with the Black Magic Club and this is your initiation?

"You've proven yourself worthy against our trials, my dear." Tamaki announces in a royal tone.

"Trials?" You tilt your head to the side, looking curiously at the hosts around you.

"And so, I present you... with this." Tamaki looks to Kyoya a moment. Kyoya hands him a luxurious pillow, meant for ceremonies. Something is sitting a top it. It doesn't look too big, and it looks quite delicate.

When Tamaki is handed the pillow, he moves it into the light, lowering it to your level to reveal...

... a yellow rose?

"A rose?" You have to admit, it's quite beautiful, in perfect condition. However, you can't help but wonder what on earth he's giving it to you for... and in such a formal fashion.

"Your rose." Tamaki corrects in a gentle tone as if he were speaking to only you.

"My rose?" You parrot.

And then, it clicks.

Your rose.

Your rose.

The rose meant to represent you. To represent you as a host.

Your eyes tear from the beautiful flower to meet Tamaki's lilac irises, your lips parted in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" You absentmindedly take the rose with gentle fingers. The gorgeous pale yellow of its petals glisten under the sharp light above Tamaki's head.

"It's long overdue." Tamaki nods. He can't help but smile at your complete bewilderment.

With a cheek splitting grin, you let out a purely delighted laugh, surging forward and throwing your arms around Tamaki's neck, arms constricting tightly around him.

As surprised as Tamaki is at your reaction, his arms are quick to reciprocate, the warmth in his chest spreading to his lips as they smile fondly.

"Thank you." He hears you sniffle. He chuckles.

"It's wasn't my idea." As Tamaki gently lets you go, you know immediately who to look to.

Your gaze falls upon Kyoya's, already fixed on you with a soft simper.

He truly is a vision in his butler's tailcoat, arms tucked behind his back and eyes focused entirely on you with such an aura of adoration that it makes your heart pulse in the best of ways.

As you approach him, you can't wipe the smile from your lips, "You're really okay with this?"

Your consideration for his anxieties sets Kyoya even more at ease with his decision than he was before.

"Absolutely."

It's not necessarily the fact that you're becoming a host that excites you. Sure, it's a role you've longed for these past few years and you think you'd be an excellent candidate... but that's not the reason you're over the moon.

It would take only a bystander to realize how uncomfortable the notion of you becoming a host made Kyoya in the past. The idea of you catering romantically to anyone didn't exactly sit right with him, but that was when your combined futures were uncertain. That was before he knew the extent of your affection for him. It used to make him nervous to see you interact in such a way with others, but now...

Of course you're excited to become a host and explore the possibilities, but you're ten times more moved by the fact that you have gained such trust from Kyoya. A trust that exceeds his boundaries, a trust that allows him to put your ambitions above his anxieties.

And that is more important to you than anything he could have ever given you.

Such a notion brings a few tears to your eyes and your lip trembles in the slightest, a sound of appreciation caught in your throat as you reach toward him, hands cradling his jaw as you pull him down for a searing kiss. Although he hadn't expected it, Kyoya's hands quickly find their place caressing your waist, eyes slipping shut as he basks in the feeling of your lips pressed together.

Kyoya pulls back only just, gaining your attention and flicking his eyes behind you briefly, jerking his head in the same direction with a faint smile.

You turn to glance over your shoulder, making eye contact with the twins: particularly with Hikaru. He looks as though he might chew his lip off, eyes darting away from yours the moment he sees you looking at him. Kaoru nudges his shoulder a bit.

Kyoya turns you around by the waist and you take the initiative to make your way over to Hikaru.

Hikaru fidgets with his sleeve, "Senpai, I'm really sorry about-"

But as you lean up on the tips of your toes and peck his cheek, Hikaru's words catch in his throat, eyes growing wide as a flush spreads across his cheeks. He gulps as you flash him a charming smile.

"I know. Thank you." You nod, seemingly convincing Hikaru that you don't notice the profuse blush spreading to his ears.

"I'm sorry too, y/n-chan!" Honey exclaims, leaping into your arms. Although you have less than a few seconds to react, you quickly support his weight with ease, playfully grimacing as his hair tickles your cheek.

As you set Honey down, patting the top of his head, you glance around at the hosts surrounding you, "Who's going to do all of my chores now?" You inquire curiously.

"All of us." Mori declares, allowing the corner of his lips to twitch slightly upward when you turn to him with an appreciative smile.

"Yeah, we're all gonna chip in a little." Kaoru digs his fist into Hikaru's arm playfully, who rolls his eyes and rubs over the spot that Kaoru punched.

"It's the least we can do." Haruhi grins widely.

Tamaki sweeps in, taking you by the hand, "Without further ado, allow me to introduce our newest host type!"

Ever a lover of theatrical presentations, Tamaki turns you to face the rest of the hosts, bowing.

"The gentle type."

As your heart swells, gripping your yellow rose tightly between your fingers, the hosts erupt into applause.

"Does this mean Senpai has to flirt with our customers too?" Hikaru raises a brow.

"Guess we're gonna have more male patrons." Kaoru grumbles.

"Guys, your jealousy is showing." Haruhi deadpans, flashing you a knowing look. You return it with a smirk.

"Indeed." Kyoya teases, unable to suppress the smile spread across his lips.

"Now, y/n! Allow me to teach you everything I know about the art of hosting!" Tamaki takes you by the shoulder, casting his hand to the sky and starting on a monologue that you couldn't be paid to listen to in a million years.

Turning over your shoulders with a desperate call for help in your eyes, Kyoya merely shrugs. You roll your eyes.

"When talking to a customer, ask them questions about themselves! Everyone loves to talk about themselves-"

"Do they now?" You quirk an unamused brow. Tamaki completely overlooks your interjection.

You groan. It's going to be a long, long day...

🎵I run and run a thousand miles, and I am barely breathing. Only the fuel of a passionate heart keeps this body strong and moving forward.

Could it be I found a place to rest? How far until I’m OK?

Trees of the town reveal the time has come once again to shift our shade and colors. 🎵

🎵The world always changes around us but weakness will always remain;

Through all the pain, believe in who we are right here and now! 🎵

🎵Raise one hand to the sky; raise them both lift them high!!

And you’ll cut through the darkness make it go!

The time to start is now! And I can show you how.

Start with me, and the world will be even bigger than ever before. 🎵

♡Next time, on Indeed...♡

It's a certain someone's birthday who doesn't seem to share the same desire to celebrate it as much as everyone else...

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[yuurei20]

How is the match with Savanaclaw vs Heartslabyul during investigation written? I think you mentioned Cater getting injured?

Hello hello!! Thank you for this question!

Yes! It is insinuated that Leona intentionally injures Cater during the Savanaclaw vs. Heartslabyul match in the novel.

Here it is! (part 1 of 5)

"Deuce is about to respond when suddenly both he and Ace are enveloped in light, their school uniforms transforming into their gym clothes. Yuuya has seen this before and immediately recognizes it as Cater's magic.

When Yuuya turns around he sees that Cater, too, has changed into his gym uniform. The red T-shirt, the color of Heartslabyul, suits him well.

'Good luck to you, too, Cater-senpai,' Yuuya calls out, but Cater furrows his brow.

'Mm. Yeah.'

For some reason, Cater’s troubled smile makes Yuuya’s heart flutter.

‘Senpai?,’ Yuuya asks, but Cater gives a gentle shake of his head. ‘If this is what it’s come to, there’s no helping it. Yuu-chan, be sure watch from somewhere safe.’

And the mock Spelldrive match begins.

They play by simplified rules, four versus four, as there are four players on Cater’s team.

The members of the Savanaclaw team are the three students that they spoke with including Ruggie, and their Housewarden, Leona.

Cater’s team has the first opening to attack.

Deuce gestures with his left hand towards Ace. There is a pocket on the left sleeve of his shirt for his magical pen, so it must be easier to use that arm, as that is where his magestone is. Despite this, the Spelldrive disc veers significantly to the right. It seems that Deuce still struggles to control his magic.

Yuuya instinctively covers his eyes and hears Ace angrily shout, ‘Where are you throwing that, moron!’

‘I-it’s not my fault! Discs are hard to control!’

While the disc is nearly intercepted by a Savanaclaw student, Cater catches it just in time.

‘Nice try, Deuce-chan.’

Cater, the only member of their team on a broom, ascends smoothly into the air while keeping the disc safely in place above his head. After a moment of contemplation, as if having realized something, he throws the disc sharply towards Ace.

Ace seems to have positioned himself cleverly outside of their opponent's area of focus. Anticipating Cater’s next move, he has a good knack for teamwork, as one might expect from a member of the basketball club.

Ruggie gives an effortless laugh as he runs towards Ace. ‘Oh? You're in a good spot, first-year.’

‘The name's Ace, senpai!’

Perhaps irritated by Ruggie's nonchalance, Ace gestures enthusiastically towards the goal and the disc soars in the direction that he points.

‘Oh dear. Trying to score from here might be a bit reckless.’

Just as Ruggie predicts, the disc rapidly begins to slow. All at once its magic-assisted trajectory changes to a feeble wobbling. Just as Crewel demonstrated on the blackboard, the power-absorbing disc is nullifying Ace’s magic.

Members of the Savanaclaw team gather nearby, poised to catch it as it falls.

‘Not gonna happen!’

In an instant Deuce has maneuvered out it front of the opposing team. Though they all leap up to catch the disc, Deuce jumps in simultaneously to interfere. The disc, stopping in midair, comes back under Cater’s control."

[kiyooriu]

as someone who hasn’t watched a lot of anime but witnesses a Lot of anime fandom happenings on the daily, i love richie lipschitz and i wanna know what he’s like in the fandoms he’s a part of.

like does he indulge in the powerscaling shit? does he genuinely argue about goku vs saitama? does he think both of those sides are stupid because they’re from diff universes and it’ll be hard to measure? does he think both sides are stupid because he believes saiki could solo both of them?

does he secretly love magical girl animes but is too embarrassed to talk about it? does he defend it with his whole heart and hate anyone who says it’s for little girls? has he ever panicked because he forgot to plan his halloween costume months ahead and just decided to put on a white shirt and carry around a chair and say he dressed up as “shinji posing”?

did he ever get into vocaloid? does he laugh at anyone who doesn’t understand hatsune miku leek references? did he love miku binder thomas jefferson and go “omg it’s me” at it? did he have an osu phase? did he ever try to make 8bit music of anime openings?

did he write sasunaru fanfics and post them on wattpad and get at least thousand reads? did he ever participate in the down horrendous tweeting for nanami when that one episode (where he grabs someone by their ponytail) came out? does he know about the (and i mean this in the best way possible) monstrosity that is “Dear Eren Hansen”?

did he ever watch bunny girl senpai for the horny but end up really liking the plot? who’s his favorite from quintessential quintuplets? (i’m guessing nino)

does he watch sports anime? if he did, was it for the actual sport or because it’s very Gay? i’m guessing the second one has he watched sk8 the infinity? did he look at random green and pink objects together and go “oh my god matchablossom in the wild”? did he headcanon reki as trans because he kinned him? did he watch haikyuu and fall in love with iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer? did he cry scream and throw up at “we are the protagonists of the world”? did he read in another life and call up pete and ruth saying his life was over and would never be the same?

i will never know the answer to any of these and i’m very upset about it so i thank grace for having sex with a ghost

[askyuuandco]

TW: Angst but Wholesome. Happy Father's Day

------Flashback------

Yuu's Father: *reading the papers*

Kid Triplets: *peaking from the door watching their father read* :o ... Yuu's Father: *knows his girls are there* Girls. Please come in I know your out there. <:) Kid Triplets: *come in laughing and giggling* Daddy! XD Yuu's Father: *picks all three of them up* Hello my little 明星 (movie star idk how say plural :'l) . How was your day at the park? <:) Kid Triplets: *hold out gifts for their dad* >v<'/>.</>u< !!!

Yuu's Father: *gasp* What's this? Kid Yuu: It's a present for you Baba <X> Kid Amy: HAPPY BABA'S DAY!!! XD Kid Evelynn: Happy...Baba's day... <:> Kid Yuu: Happy Baba's Day. :D Yuu's Dad: Oh girls...You didn't have to give me a present. Kid Triplets: But we made it for you Baba. :'0 Yuu's Dad: *burst into comedic tears and accepts the presents* Thank you my dears I will treasure these for a life time. Yuu's Dad: *pick them up* Just as much as I treasure all of you *gives them all kiss* Kid Triplets: *giggling and laughing* --------end Flashback----- Yuu: *making father's day gifts for all the teachers* <:L Grim: What are you doing henchmen? :< Yuu: making father's day gifts for the teachers. Grim: why the heck are you doing that for? Yuu: because since I can't 100% see my dad right now I thought I'd make them presents too. And Prof. Trien might not be able to see his kids right now either so I thought...why not... <X>

Grim: okay then kind of sounds sly but okay Yuu: *pouts* It's not silly it means a lot too me! >X0 Grim: okay okay! I guess teach's lounge right? >.> Yuu: yep. ^v^

------------Teacher's Lounge------- Staff: *talking to one another* Yuu: *knocks on door* Prof. Trien: Come on in. U.U Yuu: *comes in holding gift baskets* H-Hello <:> Sam: Oh Yuu little imp how ya doin'! :D Vargas: What's with the gift baskets? Is there a special occasion? :D Yuu: *embarrassed blushing* Well from my realm it's Father's day and...* starts mumbling embarrassed* I'd like to give you guys these... @/////@'///

Staff: !!! :0 Crewel: Oh sweetheart you didn't have to go through all of trouble to make or get us anything Vargas: *elbows Crewel* Hey come Divus she made us gifts we can't say no right? >v>

Crewel: *happy blush* I guess not...okay come and bring them over Yuu: :'D *comes over and gives them all presents* Vargas: Dumbbells! Sweet! Thanks Yuu *ruffles up her hair* Crewel: a Dalmatian print tie *little tears come down his face* Thank you Yuu. ;v; *gives head pats while fixing the hair that Vargas messed up* Trien: a mug with Lucius's face on it. Thank you Yuu I appreciate it very much. UvU *gives her a side hug* Sam: Yo I got a mega phone! Sweet! Thanks little imp! >X3 *ruffles up her hair again* Crewel: Damn it Sam I just fixed it! >X0 Crowley: What about me!? ;0; Yuu: =.= ... *gives him his present* Crowley: *takes the mug* "World's Decent Dad" Yuu: *mumbles* you're welcome... >.> Crowley: *cries ugly* THANK YOU ;0; *gives Yuu a big hug* Yuu: Crowley your squishing me! DX< Yuu: *mumbles* I love you too...*pouts* Staff: *chuckles and laughs together* ---------------few hours later-------- Yuu: one more person...actually two more but I'll do him a little later =v= *walking down the hall* Light Music Club: *chatting away* Yuu: *runs up to them* Lilia-Senpai! :0 Lilia: Ah! Why if it isn't Yuu-Chan. How you today? :3 Yuu: I'm good...um...here >///< *hands gift bag with cute bats on it over to Lilia* Lilia: A present! For me! Oh you shouldn't have! X> Lilia: What's the occasion! :D Yuu: *embarrassed mumbles* I-It's father's day in my realm and I thought of you and you know... Lilia: *hears her loud and clear* OvO oh! OOOOHHH!!! *gives her a big old hug* Lilia: Thank you little bat you didn't have too I will treasure this gift bag with my life >w<

Yuu: *hugs back* ;v; Lilia: Now let's me check what's inside >X> *opens the bag all excited* Lilia: A World's Greatest Bat Dad T-Shirt, A bat shaped mug, an acorn bracelet, and a card?!?! *crying and hugging Yuu tight but not too tight* Thank you Yuu-Chan you truly made my day! ;v;

Yuu: <X'> your welcome. Yuu: Read the card later though... <XP Lilia: I promise I will ^u^ ----------2 hours later----- Yuu: *comes back and goes to the makeshift alter she made* ... Yuu:*looks at the photo she paint of her father on the alter*...Happy Father's Day Baba...I miss you very much... U_U *pays respects to the alter and leaves her dad's favorite snacks on the alter and then tells him about her day*

Ghost Dad: *watching from a far smiling and content* UvU

----Meanwhile With Lilia---- Lilia: okay what does the letter say...*reads it allowed* Lilia: "Dear Lilia, Thank you for being an impactful person in my life. Thank you for being so loving and kind too me on my first year in being in Twisted Wonderland. You treated me with respect and love and I appreciate that very much. Although seeing you in your past also through me out for a loop especially how you and mom would butt heads sometimes Lilia: ...was really...shocking...but refreshing I finally got to see what my mom's teen/young adult life was...Sincerely your niece...Cassidy Y. Irving... Lilia: ... :0 *processing* Lilia: *still processing* ...my what... Lilia: *realization* MY WHA- (.OAO.)'///

[hibbablobble]

Fingers crossed my homophobic mum lets me get the pearlina shirt

[honeycomb-fics]

Good Girl

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 

Pairing: Reigen Arataka x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2K

NSFW / Minors DNI (contains: oral sex-female receiving, fingering, dirty talk, clothing kink, pet names)

Summary: The reader stumbles upon that Highso Girl's Academy uniform and decides to have a little fun with her boyfriend. 

AO3 Link

(This fic was previously posted on AO3 in 2019. I wanted to rework it but I am never going to get around to that.)

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“W-what.. Is this..?” you whisper to yourself as you pull out a girls uniform out from your boyfriend’s closet. Freshly showered, still wrapped in a towel, you were searching for a t-shirt to borrow to sleep in. Quickly grabbing the nearest seemily clean shirt you could find you slipped it over your head, walking towards Reigen with the uniform in tow.

“Care to explain why you have this.. Oddly large high school uniform, dear?” You attempted to maintain a serious expression as you stared down at the disheveled man sprawled out on the couch beneath you.

He looked at you in surprise, waving his hands frantically, “Oh that thing? I just needed that for a request from a client. That’s all. You know? The usual.”

“Hmm. The usual must be pretty strange for you, Arataka, if it involves you dressing as a teenage girl, no?” you questioned him, biting back a laugh.

He quickly sat up, feeling a bit pressured and worried that you thought he was some kind of pervert, “I needed to infiltrate the all girls’ school in order to get rid of a spirit that was tormenting the students there. A pretty noble cause if you ask me. So what if I dressed as a girl? I did what needed to be done. Anyway…. Didn’t you want to watch a movie tonight?” He waved his hand at you trying to dismiss your concerns, “so why don’t we let this go and--”

“Ah~ but I have a better idea, Arataka,” you cooed as you tossed the uniform onto his lap, watching his face snap up to look at you in surprise, “Put it on”

“Ha.. Very funny” He laughed nervously shifting, brushing the pile of clothes off of his lap, “You’re not serious, are you?”

You stepped forward lightly grabbing his chin pulling his face to meet your cold gaze, you briefly grazed your thumb over his lower lip as you firmly stated, “Don’t make me say it again. Put. It. On. Arataka”

A blush spread across his face as he shakily exhaled, a faint smile pulling on the edges of his lips. He leaned forward wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his flushed face into your abdomen before letting out a sly remark, “It seems I don’t have a choice now, do I?”

You reach down, carding your fingers through his soft hair, eliciting a small hum from the flushed man clinging to you, “You always have a choice Arataka,” You said with a soft laugh, “Do you want to play or no?”

Pulling back slightly from your embrace, hair thoroughly disheveled from your fingers Reigen looked up at you with a toothy grin, “Yes, Senpai~”

You were pleased that he was willing to play along with your game, hungrily watching him pull off his shirt and sweatpants. Your eyes glanced over his undressed body, you debated just stopping the act now and pushing him down on the bed to have your way with him as is. His blush spread down his chest as he gingerly stepped into the skirt, pulling it up his long legs before fastening around his hips. You didn’t fail to notice the already very prominent bulge in his boxers before he slipped the skirt on, despite his embarrassment, he was clearly getting turned on by this.

Once he was finished getting dressed you hummed in satisfaction, taking in the full vision of your tall boyfriend dressed in the schoolgirl outfit. You never imagined that this would be something that would arouse you in the way that it did, but you felt a rush of heat start to pool in your lower abdomen. Suddenly making you hyper aware of the fact that you were completely bare underneath your boyfriend’s t-shirt, rubbing your legs together slightly you could feel that you were already quite wet.

Taking note of your fidgeting, Reigen shot you a smug smile, “Enjoying the show?”

You stepped forward running a hand up his bare thigh, up his skirt ghosting your fingers along the bottom of hem of his boxers. “Yes, I am. But don’t get cocky. You’re going to have to be a good girl for me. You can do that right?”

“I can try to be good, Senpai. I really can try” He said as he wrapped his arms around you, running his hands down your back as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, “but what happens if I’m a bad girl?”

You moved your hand further up the skirt towards Reigen’s erection. You palmed his warm cock through his boxers causing him let out a sharp hiss at the sudden attention. “Are you sure you want to find out?”, you teased.

Reigen let out a small moan at your continued ministrations, moving his hands further south to grab at your ass, soon coming to the realization that you were missing your panties. His fingers slipping under the fabric of the t-shirt groping the soft flesh of your bottom. He let out a short laugh, giving your butt a small squeeze as he scolded you, “It looks like you’re the naughty one here”.

You remove your hand from his cock, opting to wrap both arms around his neck pulling him down towards to for a kiss. Somewhat frustrated that he always seemed to talk himself into having the upper hand, even though you were desperately trying to control him for once in the bedroom. He always hinted at the fact that he wanted to try having you be more dominant on occasion but he never could seem to stop running his mouth for long enough to give you the chance. Reigen truly had a knack for dirty talk, not that you minded in the slightest, however it made you weak and you gave in to his every whim whenever he opened his mouth.

At some point during your heated kiss, he had weaseled his hand between your thighs, stroking your slick heat. You gripped at the fabric of his blazer as he slowly slipped one finger inside, teasing you briefly before moving to rub your clit. You let out a loud moan into his mouth as he continued to circle the sensitive bud of nerves for a few more moments. While your guard was down, giving into the pleasure your partner was doling out, Reigen took his opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth, trying to taste, feel, to claim more of you. He turned his attention back to your pussy, this time pushing two of his fingers deeply inside of you, a self-satisfied smirk played on his lips when you whimpered pushing back against his hand, practically begging for him to give you more.

Reigen thrust his fingers in and out of you, rubbing your walls seeming to always hit the right spots and occasionally scissoring his fingers to stretch your tight cavern slightly. If anything he had been extremely observant since the two of you had started being intimate together, paying extreme attention to exactly what you liked and responded to and choosing to play upon that making you practically melt in his hands every time.

His breath on your ear he began to shower you in dirty compliments, further sending you closer to the edge, “You’re already so wet, Senpai. You must really like this uniform. Mmm you’re so tight ”

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you pressed your body flush against his chest, a small moan leaving your lips as he continued to tease you, “You’re just so warm and so soft. You’d feel amazing if you were around my cock~”

As you felt yourself start to give in to him, you remembered that this is exactly how it went every single time you attempted to take charge. It would start off smoothly but then he would end up accidentally switching the energy in the room again. You gently pushed against his chest pulling away from his embrace finally coming up with a solution to help with his incessant talking problem. Reigen cocked his head in confusion as you gently removed his hand from between your legs and stepped away from him, opting to sit yourself on the edge of the bed.

You smirked as you spread your legs for him, revealing your core, grabbing his full attention, “Why don’t you be a good girl now and get on your knees for me?”

Before you even had a moment to gather your thoughts, Reigen was between your legs looking up at you eagerly awaiting your next instruction. You took a moment to take in your boyfriend’s appearance, fully appreciating his mussed hair, blown pupils and slightly disheveled uniform. His tongue poked out from between his lips wetting them in anticipation for what you surely were going to ask him to do next.

“Arataka” You said softly, still slightly breathless from your previous encounter with him moments ago, “I want you to lick me.”

You instantly felt your cheeks flare with heat from your sudden boldness. However, your embarrassment is short lived as your lover practically lunges forward, burying his face in your heat, licking one broad tongued stripe down the folds of your pussy.

“It would be my pleasure,” he panted out before returning his attention to softly licking and kissing between your legs so thoroughly. Stopping to tease your entrance with his tongue before gently prodding it open, slipping his wet muscle into your tight heat. Jolts of pleasure rippled through your body as he continued to slip his tongue into pussy, eliciting soft mewls of praise from you as you ran your fingers through his hair, encouraging him. Reigen’s hands were grabbing and lightly kneading your thighs as he delved into you, always making an attempt to feel as much of you as possible whenever he had the chance.

“Arataka, you look so sexy in that uniform” you purred as you tugged on his hair when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.

His eyes flicked up to take in your expression as he moved his mouth to now focus his attention on your clit. He let out a satisfied hum when you gasped in pleasure when he gave the sensitive spot a sharp flick of his tongue. Continuing to tease the small bundle of nerves, Reigen removed one of his hands from your thighs and instead inserted two of his deft fingers into you, bringing you closer to the brink of release. Your grip on his hair tightened as you subconsciously pushed his head further between your legs, getting lost in the euphoria you were feeling, your breath now coming out in pants.

“Have I ever told you how delicious you are?” Reigen praised you, pulling back only momentarily before resuming his ministrations. The only reply you were able to manage was a loud moan, due to Reigen crooking his fingers to hit just the right spot inside of you, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your entire body. The sensation was overwhelming, you felt the heat building up knowing you weren’t going to last much longer, your legs were threatening to clamp down around your lover’s head. It only took a few more well timed flicks of his tongue in tune with his fingers to send you over the edge, letting yourself fall back against the bed, your back arched as your orgasm coursed through your body.

Reigen wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before moving to lean over your body, resting his hands on either side of your head, kissing your cheeks before giving you a quick peck, “Am I a good girl yet?”

You can’t help but smile up at him, giving him a quick kiss back before putting a hand on each of his shoulders pushing him over onto his back, “Yes, Arataka, you’ve been the best girl”

You slid his boxers off from underneath his skirt before straddling his waist, not missing the excited grin on his face, “And good girls’ should be rewarded”

[yuuniee]

“Oh dear, it seems you’ve met with such a terrible fate... Would you like me to help you out?”

[x]

Name: Sebastian Dubois

Japanese: セバスチャン・デュボア (sebasuchan dyuboa)

Dorm: Pomefiore 👑

Birthday: 24th November

Age: ???

Height: 182 cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: City of Flowers

Family: Unnamed mother, unnamed father

Voiced by: Daisuke Ono

Nicknames/Aliases: Monsieur Ten-face (Rook), Anglerfish/Ankou-senpai (Floyd)

Grade: Third

Class: 3-C (no. 08)

Club: Movie Appreciation Club

Best Subject: Ancient Curses

Hobby: Crocheting

Favorite Food: Creme brulee

Least Favorite Food: Escargot

Pet Peeves: Failure

Talent: Identifying gems

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Appearence: Sebastian is a young man with curly black hair that’s divided right in the middle, green eyes, fair skin, and slightly toned body.

In his school uniform, he wears the standard Night Raven College uniform; white shirt, violet vest and pants with gold stripes facing out on each leg. Except, he wears his black jacket on his shoulders like Lilia and he wears black pointed shoes with his white socks visible. He also wears a golden armwatch on his right wrist.

In his dorm uniform, he wears the standard Pomefiore uniform with violet eyeshadow.

Personality: He is outwardly a generous, polite and caring gentleman that always smiles and dotes on everyone in a loving manner. Yet he also seems to bear a cruel and sadistic nature that shows at certain times...

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Unique Magic: “Hourglass Effect”

It allows him to control time for a limited amount in a small area. He can also use it on himself, someone else or an inanimate object. However, it takes a lot of concentration and energy to use, so he can’t use it for too long or else he may accumulate blot and it may lead to overblotting.

[x]

P.S: This is actually him without his coat, vest and jacket, and also I had to put sneakers since the picrew didn’t have these options that I put on his appearence... I know it’s free to edit, I just chose not to!

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🥀 Fun Facts:

Everywhere he goes, he carries a pocket mirror. When asked, he’ll just say to fix his uniform or makeup because he wants to be flawless at all times.

When MC and Grim first meet him, he introduces himself as a staff member. Later, Rook tells them that he is actually a third year student but he’s told the same joke to everyone else.

In his Dorm Uniform story, he mentions his grandmother used to bake pies at Mondays and it would smell delicious. That was why he had tried to bake one himself to keep a tradition going.

Strangely, Lilia seems to know him a bit too well... He even warns MC and their friends about him and tells them to stay away from him. When he hears that, he comes out and says, “That fae sure knows how to lie about someone. I was only intending to befriend you all as my precious juniors!”

From canon cast, he seems to bear hatred for certain people like Vil, Silver, Azul and Epel... Though he doesn’t show it on the outside, you can see his eye slightly twitching.

Sometimes, at night, he may go on a midnight stroll in his dorm as to clear his mind.

[More facts are yet to come!]

[dallieart]

Long post incoming! I wanted to share my thoughts about the Hololive EN Connect the World concert I went to last night.

overall, the concert was fun and amazing and I had a really good time. it was great being surrounded by other fans. it's like being in a comfy swarm of strangers that are somehow also your friends. it's surreal.

I was sitting waaaaaay in the back, so while I got a clear view of the entire stage, the giant screen felt small. they weren't Hatsune Miku style holograms as I had thought. but I will say that this was the only negative thing I have to say.

it really felt like yet were actually looking at us and hearing us. the only awkward one was Kiara, who had quiet pauses at the end of her sentences 🥲 still love you, Kiwawa!

hopefully it was audible, but after Fauna's performances, dudes would yell "I love you, Fauna!" "I love you, Fauna!" and I tagged on at the end "I also love you, Fauna!!"

this happened 2 or 3 times lol 😂 I wanted Fauna to know that she has female fans, too!!!!!! 💚

fans are great. While waiting for a ride back to the hotel, I spotted a squad wearing Deadbeat shirts and I yelled, "Let's go, Deadbeats!" and they all cheered really loud!! My Calli nui high fived another one! it was a special moment lol

Calli was amazing as always. I'm glad she got to use her guitar scythe. wanted, wasted is such a hype song, I wished I knew the lyrics better to sing along! 🩷

I'm so glad Kiara sang SPARKS. I've recently started getting more into her music, but I've always admired her as a dancer. the song was so hype, I was bouncing out of my seat. just such a good song. 🧡

Ame had improved SO MUCH since her debut. absolutely amazing. ChikuTaku is an insanely fun song. I was singing along. Such a stark contrast to her purin song at 3rd fes. she was really moving and singing, she feels like an idol 💛

Gura did great as always. looking forward to the song when it officially comes out. Gura fans are always so hype, it was great 🩵

Ina did amazing on Ghost. she's another one who's singing has improved and become so much more confident since her debut. and the takodachis are nuts as always. but so much fun.

they were so hype, they jumped the gun on Ina's call and response lol. just way too much excitement!!!! 💜

I can't believe Kronii wasn't at 100% because of her jaw??? because she did freaking amazing. I love her singing voice. such a legend. her dancing was so good, too, I did not expect her to shake it so much on that stage. just amazing. 💙

Mumei took me by surprise. I knew she was a good singer, but she really delivered the emotion of the song. just wonderful. 🤎

Bae was incredible as the opening singer. she freaking delivered. dancing, singing, her performance was amazing. I loved that she encouraged everyone to sing along with the end of the song. what a way to start, just blowing it out of the park. ❤️

Fauna!!! my dear kirin...she was amazing. her singing and dancing have improved SO MUCH since she debuted, it blew me away. even since 4th fes she's just improving exponentially. She was so cute, it warmed my heart and soul. I ALSO LOVE YOU, FAUNA!!! 💚

finally, Irys was every bit the idol that you'd expect. Amazing performances, I really liked her song choices. You're not alone. 💗

The guest performances were also great, as expected from the jp senpai and ID girls are all so cracked. I was hoping they'd sing more with the EN girls and maybe get some shuffle units in there, but I'm also satisfied with what they all sang.

I was worried about what they'd do for Council's unit song, Rise, in regards to Sana's lines. but I'm very happy with how they handled it.

everyone singing Sana's final "for eternity" together felt very poignant. hit me right in the kokoro, as it always does.

the audience chanting for an encore was funny because we chanted for so long we got tired and started to lose hope...and then BANG. Encore song.

that little video of everyone's 3D journey almost got me. tears did well up. 🥹

Hololive EN forever! 🩷🧡💛🩵💜💙🤎❤️💚💗🪐

[notmonaca]

no more dear senpai shirt 😭😭😭😭

[bloodymoonxvampire]

It'd been something he thought and mulled over to the longest time. Uncertainty wavering in his mind closing up on the time of the year. Does he need to consider it so significantly? No. Yet... it's difficult for him not to. After all, he's highly aware of their differences. What he likes ultimately never the same. He's got to be completely confident in what he brings forth to the table, yet all he has comes in the form of a small little box.

Giving the older the same gift more than likely to ruin the whole meaning of the day. Just singing them a song while strumming at strings is typically the thoughts in the front of his mind. Or a basic wish of happiness. UGH. IT'S DRIVING HIM INSANE. Grip tightens on the gift within the little box, not enough to squish it, though. Koga finally decides to go seek out Rei.

After a short while strolling the halls, following along with a familiar scent he's yet to forget after the years ( it's difficult to considering things, not that he completely wants to ), Koga spots the familiar head of wavy raven locks. With one hand behind his back holding onto the small box, the guitarist quickly maneuvers up to them. Free hand takes a hold of the collar of their shirt, yet to say a single word, as he pulls the taller down.

The wolf catches soft lips together in a kiss. Acting entirely without much thought otherwise, as if it to quell the nerves he already feels over giving them something so simple. Pull together with a soft pop and a tiny little lick by the tip of tongue before releasing and thrusting the small box out from behind his back. It contains a small bag of handmade chocolate balls and a golden bat pendant he found while out the other day. "H--Happy birthday, Sakuma-senpai. Here's my gift to you, so I hope you enjoy it fully and appreciate what I've gotten for you!"

Now, this is a surprise.

It's early, at least by Rei's standards, but he has an obligation to fulfill. Or, if one chooses to be more fair, he has a birthday party to attend, to entertain and be entertained at, and it promises to be exciting. One beloved producer has put a lot of effort and attention into making it perfect, and the vampire intends to do his part to live up to her expectations.

Just the same... it's quite early.

He pauses to stifle a yawn behind his hand, wondering idly if it wouldn't benefit him to take a different route, just to wake up a little more. It wouldn't necessarily make the journey longer-- such is the brilliance of Ensemble Square's design. Despite the sheer size, it had been built with commodity and convenience in mind.

He's just about made up his mind when he becomes aware of the muted sound of footsteps-- becomes aware, because they've been audible longer than he's registered their existence. He turns to cast a curious glance down the hallway, interested to see just who could be traveling with such purpose.

Ah. Is he..?

He doesn't have much time to react before Koga yanks him down for a kiss, simple and sweet, but it sends electricity through his body, down to the very fingertips, fills his mouth with static and heat. This isn't the kind of thing he's come to expect from the other, but he likes it. He decides right there and then-- he likes it, its missive, its declaration, the audacity of the messenger.

He's certainly awake now.

When he stands again at his full height, he swipes his tongue over his lips appreciatively, a smirk evident on his face as he slowly drags his gaze from Koga to the box he holds. Whatever it is, while it can't be half as exciting as what he's already received, the mere fact of its existence makes his heart race with joy. It's hard not to get a little emotional at least, being surrounded with such care these days.

❝Koga . . . You've certainly gone above and beyond. Truly, I'm speechless.❞ Evidently.

He considers opening the box later, but, well-- his dear companion has gone so far as to meet up with him before anyone else; it would be rude of him to keep the other waiting. He's careful as he does so, his gaze flickering back to meet Koga's every few moments. Delight spreads across his features as he reveals the contents of the box, his eyes and voice brimming with warmth.

❝I'm grateful. Thank you very much. Will you help me put it on?❞ As an accent to his words, he brushes his hair to the side, out of the way. Is this necessary? After the display he'd been treated to? It just might be.