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mchlgayser · 3 months ago

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𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏! [my anime ults] how they'd take care of you when you're having your period.

⸻ cw: menstrual pain & not proofread

qeena's brief note: woooooaahh yes this is very much a self-indulgent fic 😕 i'm having a very bad pre-period cramp rn (idk if that's even a word) but yes, this pain is killing me so much and i can't very much believe it that i finished such long writing loll btw this took me two hours and half (with breaks ofc) guys don't bash me for my last ult okie hes just so special to me and i love him sm (as much as truck-kun loves him) im 2021 he was my everything istg, i was literally fighting every bits of his haters (hes my shitsaki yall 🤭) ໒꒰ྀི ≧ ᗜ ≦ ꒱ྀིა and that's pretty much my rant for the day lmao thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 💙

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TOGAME JO will most definitely offer to run errands or take care of your tasks on your behalf. He know how painful and hard it must be for you to endure the aching pain around your lower abdomen so of course, no chores for you for the rest of the week or more. He'll probably let you do light chores if you insisted but no, he'll do the laundry, hang the clothes to dry it, iron and fold them for you, clean the dishes after you ate the food he bought for you.

He loves to spoiled you a lot, making sure you're in bed at all times, only allows you to leave when you have to change your pads/tampons or when it's your time to shower "Kame, I'm alright now..." He grin, tucking you back to bed and bring you a warm heat pack "No, you're not, princess. Now lie down and rest until you're really, really alright."

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MITSUKI KIRYU love to give you a full-body massage to relieve cramps. He'll buy all sort of products that are mentioned to be good for a smooth blood-circulation, buying expensive massage gun because he know you'll love to use them when you're having a severe cramp pain.

"Here?" The rapid vibration of the motor pokes around your lower back making your groan, tucking your head in between the fold of your arm "This feels so nice, thanks, Suki." He smile, moving down to kiss the back of your hair and caress the crown of your head softly "It's a no problem, dove. As long as you're good."

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YAMATO ENDO never forget to bring, or better, surprise you with your favorite chocolates and snacks during your menstrual pain. He know how appreciative his baby is when he brings her chocolates and snacks she love so much. He' also never forget to buy a batch of pain reliever pills because he know you'll take them at night. He just know his favorite baby so well.

"And your favorite chips!" Beside you on the bed is a kingdom of junkies. It's so full of teeth-rotting sweets and snacks Endo got you "So, which one you want to try first?" When you told him you don't know, he laugh, helping you pick one thing he's most excited to try.

Endo will stay beside you, caging you in between his arms as you both eat all your favorite snacks that he got you.

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SAKURA HARUKA may look like he's inexperienced at cooking but hey, let's be realistic, he's been living alone for a lot of years. Obviously, at some point, he must've learnt how to cook and that's why, he absolutely delighted to cook your favorite comfort food for you during your period. Whatever the food it may be, Sakura will make it for you, doesn't matter if it taste slightly decent or not.

He know you loves it when he cooks for you, you didn't say it but he can see it, the way your eyes sparkles the more you take bites of the food he made you.

"It's good or not?" Sometimes, he still need a bit of reassurance so let's give him that... "It's delicious, Haru. So delicious!" He huff, propping one hand beneath his chin as he watch you eat. The notable blush crept to his cheeks all the while you're eating.

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ISAGI YOICHI unfortunately can't help you physically whenever you're having your period because he's in Blue Lock but that doesn't stop him from helping you mentally and emotionally. How exactly? Of course, through sweet texts, memes, random photos of him to brighten your mood.

isababy:

saw this cute video that made me think of you

hope it brings a smile to your face

[video attachment]

you:

aww sooo cutee TT TT ilysm! ❤️

isababy:

sending warm hugs to chase away any cramps

and i love you too

Maybe it's because you're on your period, maybe that's why you're so sensitive in the middle of the night that you can't help but cry a bit (a lot) when your usually nice boyfriend is being nice.

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MICHAEL KAISER is your typical "I'm rich so I can spoil my girlfriend" type of boyfriend so needless to say, whenever you're on your period, a small thoughtful gift is what you are gonna get. Kaiser remember you showing a video of someone unboxing a whole box set of blind boxes so that's what he got you. A set of twelve Hirono's blind boxes. He also remember you saying you'd like a tea boba with abnormally large size of bobas so that's what he got you as well. He wouldn't want you to worry your pretty little head thinking where he got those.

"Oh, my God, let's see our first pull!" He clap his hand together in excitement, laughing when you squeal "What's this... Oh, we got 'Poem'!" He pat your head, happy to see you smile "So childish, getting worked up over sheer boxes." He plop onto the bed next to you, chuckled when you blow raspberry at him "A man who chase round object called a ball for profession doesn't have a say to what I like." He pout, pretending to be hurt which makes you scoff "Come on, let's open another one." Kaiser bet on 'Drifter' and you bet on 'Patience' but you got 'Unspoken'. It's okay, he still got you another ten.

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AKAASHI KEIJI never missed to draw a bath for you when you're on your period, especially at nights when it'll hurt the most. He love to set up a diffuser inside the bathroom and put a various choice of your favorite fragrance so the bathroom will smell nice. He run the tub with warm water and a tropical-scent bath bomb before calling you in. What, you thought he'll done with just that? No, he even got you a projector so you can watch your comfort show while you're at that. It's just a full-package princess treatment.

"Keiji, are you alright?" He hum, situating himself comfortably on the stool, still massaging your head nice and slow "Yes, what about you, Y/n? Want to refill the snacks?" You hums a yes, thanking him in the process. He take the bowl, leaning down to kiss you on the head "I'll be right back, love."

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TENDOU SATORI enjoy keeping you company in your bed where you both would just cuddle and watch movies together. Tendou absolutely love nothing more than just to trap you in between his slender arms, the more when you're on period "You're always so much warmer during your period." He said to which you don't agree at all.

"Tori, we've been in bed for six hours now. Shouldn't we do something else?" He grin, tightening his hold around you, making sure his legs intersected on top your legs to assure you won't move "Don't be dramatic, it was only 5 hours and 45 minutes." He resume the movie, planting his chin to your head and caress your lower back, hoping to soothe your throbbing pain "So warm," You sighed, begrudgingly act accordingly to his will, and subconsciously leaning further onto him making him smirk.

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YUUJI ITADORI is very attentive towards your needs. He know you like a hot chocolate and a place warm enough to shield you from cold so that's what he's currently making, a cozy nest with blankets and pillows just for you. He always make sure you are nicely placed, tucking you on the sofa with all your favorite stuffed animals on your side, a cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table, snacks and pain medication. He especially make sure they're within-reach.

"Anything else, N/n?" You look at him, eyes droop in exhaustion "Can I have a bottle of hot water, just in case..." One moment he's there, the second he's gone, rushing down to the kitchen to get you a bottle of hot water "Here! Go ahead and rest, N/n. I'll stay here." He pat your head, sitting down in front of you on the carpeted floor, legs crossed with a beaming smile on his face.

Let's just say he's somehow manage to get inside your cozy nest, nuzzling behind you, and snoring pretty deeply.

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KISAKI TETTA is a very simple guy. Your basic need such as pads, tampons, snacks and chocolate and medications is a must have. This guy had these in hands before you even got your period. But what's something he'll give you that impressed you the most? Indeed, a bouquet of fresh flowers. They're your favorite flowers, duh. Kisaki like giving you things, providing you stuff and help you with chores when you're having your menstrual cycle but what is it something he do that you love so very much again? Yes, reading you books. It doesn't matter romance book, children book? You'll love them the same.

"...The old woman is a witch and is planning to keep them as her prisoners. Hansel and Gretel are afraid, but decide to go inside the house..." Your head lie comfortably on his arm, smiling despite getting tired, happy because your boyfriend is more than glad to read a book for you "Hansel and Gretel notice a large oven nearby-" The pain long subsided, all thanks to Kisaki Tetta, and after playing war with your cramp, tiredness consumed and you fell asleep through his soft readings.

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im-n-your-walls · 7 months ago

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Sakura Haruka cuddling headcanons

a/n this is not proof read, sorry it’s short 🙇

-I think he is the kind of person who doesn’t care if he’s the little spoon or the big spoon

-I think he prefers to be the big spoon so he can hold you So he feels like he’s protecting you 🥰

-but when he is the small spoon he definitely loves to snuggle in your chest (big or small)

-bro would faint if you stole his shirt to wear wall snuggling 💀

-if you fall asleep he’d just stare at you then kiss your forehead and falls asleep as well

-also I’d like to think he is shameless when he’s half asleep. For example when he’s fully awake when he touches you somewhere private he’ll die, but when he’s half asleep he’ll just touch it more. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

-he’s like “nice ass” then just flops on zee bed

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thinkingotherwise · 7 months ago

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Hello🤸‍♀️, I hope you are well.Could I request Sakura, Kiryu and Suou (individual) madly in love with a reader who is super talented in dancing, gymnastics and is super strong?

The reader is preferably female, 1'56 tall, who dances ballet but her body is not thin but rather more vuluptuous or curvy. Her left eye is somewhat strange since her pupil has a not very defined star. Since she was little, she has had incredible strength by nature (her way of fighting is mostly with her legs on tiptoe), she uses very well-groomed nail designs with complicated but well-groomed designs. and she has a funny personality, kind even if her words don't say it, playful and with peculiar tastes for many things, but very loyal to those she trusts.I'm sorry if this request is too long or if you don't make requests with that many characters, it's okay to reject it, but if not I would love to see more of your writing.

Got a little sick, but I'm better now. Hope everyone is doing great.

I read the request and immediately my thoughts went to the reader being someone like Katelyn Ohashi. She is so passionate, joyful, and talented.

Haruka Sakura, Mitsuki Kiryu, Hayato Suou x fem! Dancer/Gymnast! reader

You could say that Haruka knew you were strong since the beginning of your relationship. He knew that dancing and gymnastics were very demanding and helped your lower body become more powerful.

Haruka Sakura

The thing Haruka loved the most about you was you being so passionate about your hobbies and so merry whenever you let yourself go.

However, when he first saw your raw strength, you already dated but were still in this early stage. Somehow you found yourself in the gym together and he spent every minute nearby, keeping a watchful eye on your figure, and trying to show everyone else that you were his. And when you, after Haruka's persistence, did some kicking practice on the punching bag, he was shocked and awed. Noticing the power in your kicks and the strength in your legs made him blush. You were just perfect. At that moment he was falling even more in love with you if that was possible.

As time passed throughout your relationship, he asked you to help him with his gymnastic skills that he sometimes used during fights. But truthfully it was just a pretext to see you more often and spend even more time together, while also supporting your passions and letting you train yourself.

Observing you for so much time he noticed everything about you. The star in one of your eyes was something he started thinking of as fate, because your uniqueness of eyes matches his. And because of that, he loved staring at your eyes, even though he easily got flustered. He did it stealthily. His eyes full of love for you and all your passions.

Haruka like no one else understands your drive for dancing and gymnastics and loves it when you talk about it. He lets you talk his ear off because he feels like he can encourage you to continue moving further and pushing your limits, just like you support his passion for fighting and being the best fighter.

And what would be a better way to show his support than going to your practice from time to time and watching you from the sidelines as you have so much fun doing something you love?

Haruka entered the room when you were mid-practice and sat on the bench on the sidelines. His eyes moved to you and never left from the moment he came into the room.

You, at the same time, were so into your routine, that you didn't notice anyone joining your little session. Moving around the place with focus but also joy evident on your face.

Haruka was amazed, at how something so hard and dangerous to perform seemed so easy when you did it. All these complicated figures and poses.

"Woah.." He muttered to himself again and again through the routine.

As you finished, your eyes from focused turned soft and joyful and a distinct sound of clapping echoed in your ears.

"Oh, when did you get in Haru?" Your gaze followed your flustered boyfriend sitting quietly and watching.

Haruka was far from passing by, he actually came here right after his patrol knowing well enough you'd be here. He just needed his daily dose of you and your smiles, although he wouldn't confess to it even if someone asked him. Well, maybe if it would be you, maybe then.

While being in the same room as you and seeing you training it was certain that he got red in the face. Honestly, it's all because of your curves and how good you look in your sportswear.

"A few minutes ago, just passed by and thought you'd be here." He said casually but there was nothing casual or random in this.

After a few seconds, he hesitantly stood up and walked towards you. You tried to teach him some of the steps of your choreography but they seemed to cause him some issues. Still, he spent the rest of your practice trying his hardest and your heart filled with love when he showed so much appreciation to your interests.

"Oh, so you were watching me all this time?" Your eyebrows furrowed and you jutted your hip out making your curves even more visible and also his face redder.

"Didn't want to disturb you."

"Well, you can always join me." You replied to his mutter and he jumped in his seat.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Mitsuki loved the fact he could be part of your hobbies, even if it meant him helping you choose outfits, or giving you his own.

Not only clothes you wore were making him crazy for you, but it was also the colourful nails and how it seemed you didn't break them even when you trained so hard every day. He honestly loved it when he could go with you to the nail salon and help you pick out the patterns and colours on your nails, sometimes even having his nails done as well and most certainly matching yours in one way or another.

Having Mitsuki as your boyfriend you were used to him gushing over your clothes, nails, and makeup. He would be the one who appreciated your style the most.

He adored watching you wear his cardigans and sweaters seeing as they hug you in all the right places on your shapely body. Especially when all you had under them were your leotards and/or other tight clothes. Mitsuki would even go as far as always carrying backup clothing whenever visiting you hoping you'd wear it.

Your sweet boyfriend loved showing up with matching things and letting everyone around know you were his just as much as he was yours. He would even show up during your competitions or training with clothes matching your sportswear and cheering you on. He was so head over heels for you.

Mitsuki loved having accessories in his hair and because of your star-shaped pupil, he started buying himself some matching pins that he could place in his hair. As soon as he saw something star-shaped he thought of you and your pretty eyes, and would usually message you sending a photo. You also loved the thought and bought him even more accessories sharing them with him.

Mitsuki took you on a lot of dates and after one of them when you were walking back you found yourself walking through the park.

"Would you like something to drink?" Your boyfriend asked as he motioned towards the nearby alley and vending machine.

"Actually yes, can you get me my favorite?" You asked and he nodded.

He kissed your cheek and quickly ran up to the vending machine picking up your drinks. During that, you found some bench and as you were walking towards it a random guy, you didn't know came to you. He eyed you up and down before standing in front of you and smirking.

"Hi there doll."

"Ugh.. sorry but I'm not interested." You said awkwardly trying to turn away from him but he grabbed your wrist keeping you in your place.

"Oh come on surely you can find some time for me." He continued pestering you and you once again tried being nice.

"No thank you, I've got a boyfriend."

He smirked at that making a show of looking around and then leaning closer to you.

"Can't see him here."

You stepped back and frowned at him.

"Come on it will be fun, I bet I could be better than this dumb boyfriend of yours." He cut in before you could say anything gripping your hand tighter and pulling you towards him.

"Leave me alone." You said between gritted teeth trying to keep calm and not the irritation you felt get the best of you.

"You should be thankful someone like me even talk to a bitc-"

You felt your your anger bubbling inside and before he could finish you harshly jerked your hand away from his grip. Taking a quick step back you sent an annoyed, strong kick in his belly making him gasp and stumble back into the tree.

Hearing the annoyance in your voice Mitsuki stepped closer to the man and nudged him with his foot. The man groaned in response but when he saw the look on your boyfriend's face he quickly gathered himself and ran away.

Mitsuki seeing that someone was so close to you ran from the vending machine with your drinks in hand. He was angry, how could some dumb guy come so near you? But the moment he saw you kicking the idiot back and him falling into the tree a smile grew on his face.

"Did this brat disturb you?" His voice grew more annoyed as he handed you your drink.

"Yes, he was quite annoying."

Mitsuki sighed deeply and moved towards you embracing you tightly.

"Sorry it took so long and I didn't see him earlier." He moved his free hand over your back in a comforting manner trying to calm you down.

"'s alright." You mumbled in his chest letting his warm envelope you and drain your anger.

"But that was something else, I wasn't aware your kicks could be so powerful." His voice became more joyful and a chuckle left his lips.

"You really beat him up quite well."

Even though he knew you were strong, Mitsuki was really impressed when you kicked the man so hard that he flew into the tree. You were really something else and that's why he loved you.

Hayato Suou

Being able to show you how much you mean to him in front of others, and letting him shower you with words of admiration is what Hayato loved the most.

Sometimes the cookies would be star-shaped and when he would see them at the bakery he would send you a pic saying he misses you, or that he saw it and bought it just because it reminds him of you, and that in itself is an invitation to come and spend some time with him and that if you didn't want the whole thing you could even have a small bite. He tried to make you as comfortable and confident with your body as he could. Because he loved everything about you.

You frequented tea times shared with Hayato, that he insisted on having, because he would always prepare some special blends depending on how you felt. You also didn't mind as you loved it when he shared his tea with you talking about the new types and their benefits.

With that, he would always prepare some small snacks that he encouraged you to taste. If you were denying it, he would make sure you knew he loved all of your cute curves.

Hayato was very open about showing off the relationship the two of you have, calling you his star and it was both because of your eye but also because you're literally the star for him when it comes to dancing, ballet, and gymnastics.

The two of you sometimes trained together, as Hayato was doing martial arts. Both of you sometimes warmed up and stretched before he would start training while you did your routine. His eyes would frequently search you as he was impressed with the strength you possess in your legs and how flexible you could be.

And once when he saw you beating the shit out of your pointy shoes he teased saying he wouldn't want to anger you if that was how you treat your shoes.

So whenever you two are out he would see someone he knew he loved showing you off. Praising your skills and talking about how good you look when having fun during your routines. He wasn't afraid to say with a straight face how much you mean to him.

It also showed when he was cheering for you before, during, and after your competitions or shows. Hayato was your biggest fan and he did everything he could to show it.

For the first few times, he would bring you some flowers, a bouquet, a single rose. It was different each time. Your room quickly became full of his gifts and as much as you loved it, you worried he spent too much money on you so you told him about your concerns. He understood you and told you he'd try to keep it less expensive.

"What is that?" You questioned after yet another show you took part in.

Hayato stood in front of you with a little smirk holding what seemed like a bouquet of flowers but it was paper-made. The colourful papers were expertly folded and matched each other in every aspect.

"A little present for you, it was less expensive just like you wanted." He said clearly pleased with the reaction you showed.

Were you surprised? Yes. Awed? Yes. Did you like it? Yes, yes, yes.

You grabbed the bouquet from his hands and brought it closer to your face, observing each flower carefully.

"So I guess you still like it?" He asked and you nodded your head fervently a big smile blooming on your face.

"Of course I do, thank you."

You quickly hugged him and he embraced you, thankful you appreciated his gift.

You didn't need to know it but he spent a few days learning how to fold paper flowers making sure they would look perfect. And spending those hours was so worth it, if it meant he could see you smile so joyfully.

"Did it take you long to make it?" You asked suddenly aware that origami sometimes could be time-consuming and the flowers in your bouquet didn't look all that easy to make.

"Not really, only like 2 hours." He said it so nonchalantly you had to look at him.

"But it was clearly worth it, seeing as it made you this happy." His eyes met yours and he gave a quick peck on your forehead before smashing your body into a hug once again.

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hvlcy0n · 5 months ago

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CANVAS . sakura haruka x fem! reader

+ tsubaki’s birthday is approaching, and sakura may or may not need your help finding a present. coincidentally, you may or may not need someone to test the gifts on first.

+ 4.3k words

+ SFW (account is still 18+). UNEDITED. i gave tsubaki they/them pronouns. friends to ???

+ i mostly wrote this to get back into the groove of writing, so this was my first time writing for any of these characters. i hope it's not terribly ooc but i literally can’t look at it anymore so just take it

sakura has always prided himself on having never backed down from a fight—never, even when the odds were clearly stacked against him. he has never cowered, never turned tail and fled, never made excuses to weasel his way out of a sticky situation.

but this . . . this is different.

now, every muscle in his body is rigid, a rubber band poised to snap and launch him straight out of the cosmetic shop he’s found himself in. the tips of his ears feel entirely too warm to be normal, and his hands are shoved firmly in his pockets to mask the sheen of sweat clinging to his palms. he feels out of his element, relegated to the corner between two false eyelash displays. make no mistake, the problem isn’t that he’s cornered in a female–dominated area and couldn’t tell you the difference between blush and bronzer. after all, it doesn’t apply to him, so what business of his is it?

the issue is that tsubaki’s birthday is approaching, and at suo’s behest, sakura set out to locate a proper birthday present for his upperclassman. his first two attempts were sorry at best, with suo sending him straight back into town after being presented with a keychain and then a five–pack of white socks. begrudgingly, sakura complied, trudging through the streets in search of a store that would be appealing to someone of tsubaki’s style.

that’s where he bumped into you.

as one of tsubaki’s close friends, you’ve been in their orbit for as long as he’s known them, and consequently, in his. from the beginning, you were unabashed in your acceptance of sakura, the glimmer of kindness in your gaze unwavering despite his embarrassed outbursts as he struggled to get used to your presence. he wholeheartedly expected you to give up and deem him unlikable, but you never did. there was always an invitation to hang out on the tip of your tongue, a certain carefulness in your fingertips as you fussed over his injuries and pinched his skin for being reckless, a smile blooming on your lips every time you saw him approach.

you made strides to understand him—social awkwardness and all.

but, unfortunately—or fortunately, he doesn’t really know—somewhere along the line, that sheepishness and defensiveness he naturally regarded everyone with gave way to something else. he couldn’t quite identify what those feelings were, but he did know that you made him feel different. for starters, the blush that would normally tinge his cheeks when in the presence of his friends would flare almost uncontrollably when he’s with you.

warmth would bleed down the porcelain column of his throat and stain his chest, stirring to life tongues of flame that lap over his muscles and cocoon his chest cavity in a nearly blistering heat. from there, it would trickle into the pit of his stomach, coalescing into a knot of tangled feelings that left him teetering on the cusp of being addicted to and frightened by your closeness. at some point, you’ve managed to sew yourself into the lining of his life, carving out a space in his psyche that makes his stomach clench to imagine empty.

you’re a fucking problem is what you are.

so, when you, arms laden with your own shopping bags, volunteered to help him find a gift for tsubaki since you were already bouncing from store to store, he was initially planning to decline. but he figured that you would know what they like better than anyone. on top of that, he really didn’t want to return to suo with a third failed attempt.

but, now that you’ve corralled him into some tiny makeup store nobody knows about, he wonders if he should’ve just bitten the bullet and admitted defeat. nobody told him ahead of time that the aisles would be so slim and that he would be expected to leave any concept of personal space at the door. you knew what you were doing, that was for sure. but every time you swept past him on the hunt for something new, a whiff of your perfume would smack him directly in the face and cause his heart rate to spike. if that wasn’t disorienting enough, he didn’t know how many more times he could handle being asked by the senile store manager if you two were together.

no, of course, you weren’t together. that would be ridiculous.

but, every time he stumbled over his words to explain the situation, you would merely laugh, causing his blush to worsen.

yeah, definitely not together . . .

there’s no way that would happen.

that would be . . .

“sakura!”

the glassiness in his eyes snaps into focus at the sound of your voice, and his soul nearly slips out of his body when he realizes that you’re standing directly in front of him. a worried frown is etched into your features, and you lift a hand striped with an array of different colors to wave at him. “i’ve been calling you! what are you doing all the way over here? i moved like three aisles away and thought you came with me.”

a rosy blush explodes across his face when he realizes that there’s only a sliver of space separating your chests. an almost comical gasp is punched from his chest as he springs past you, rushing to escape the weight of your gaze on his and the bewitching cloud of perfume that’s beginning to settle over him. “sakura,” you sigh when he lands nimbly a few feet away, “just—”

��what?” he snaps defensively, whirling around to fix you with a weak excuse for a glare.”what do you think you’re doing, sneaking up on me? i could’ve knocked you out!”

“well, thank goodness you didn’t,” you answer breezily, adjusting your hold on your bags. “here, come on. i need to test some swatches on you since your skin tone is like identical to theirs.”

“some what?”

“swatches.” you nod. “they’re like these,” you lift your hand once more to show off the lines of color smeared over your skin. “it’ll give me a better idea of what i’m working with.”

“yeah, alright.” he agrees easily, glancing off to the side to try to salvage what’s left of his self–control and pretend like he hadn’t just seen his life flash before his eyes. “whatever.” turning away, you can’t help but chuckle softly at his desperate grab for nonchalance. he bristles, heart palpitating, at the sound. “don’t laugh at me!” he shouts, sharply jabbing his index finger at your back as you retreat.

nevertheless, he trails after you, glancing at the abundance of lotions and soaps piled on wooden display shelves along the way. what could girls really need all these options for? do they even sell? his attention drifts to you as you stroll a couple paces ahead. do you use any of them? now that he thinks about it, you seem pretty comfortable in this store. do you frequent it often? were you also looking at stuff you liked? should he have been paying attention? did he make a mistake? holy shit, what is he gonna do for your birthday?

“sakura,” his spiraling thoughts are dispelled swiftly, and his eyes dart to you immediately. you’ve halted at one of the aisles and are regarding him carefully, features softened with concern. “are you alright? you look like you’re in pain.”

having been caught, his defenses rise automatically. “‘course, i’m alright!” he retorts, stuffing his hands deeper into his pockets as he stalks past you and into the aisle you were poised to enter. “dunno what you’re talking about.” he mumbles.

you simply shake your head and follow him. “you’re so prickly.” you sigh, but your tone is laced with a faint lilt of amusement.

“no, i’m not!” he objects instantly, eyes popping open in indignation, not even pausing to think about how it makes him seem.

you simply gesture to him with a loose wave of your hand. “exhibit a.” you snort.

he huffs, spinning back around to glower at the array of eyeshadow palettes beaming up at him. “whatever.” he grumbles. “what’d ‘ya want over here?”

you shift the bags you’re holding to one hand before answering. “this one,” you pick up a sleek black palette and pop it open, showing him a lineup of rich, earthy shades. “here, roll up your sleeve.”

“my sleeve?” he gawks at you like you just told him that you were expecting him to leap headfirst into a tank of venomous snakes. “hold on, that wasn’t part of the agreement! i thought it was just gonna be on my hand. what if it gets on my jacket?”

“that’s the whole reason i’m asking you to roll up your sleeve. the plan is still to just use your hand, don’t worry.” you assure him, and he reluctantly obeys.

you place your shopping bags on the tile floor in favor of reaching for his hand. his reflex is to snatch his hand away and launch himself three feet back, but for some reason, your voice echoes in the back of his mind. prickly.

sakura knows that he is pretty rough around the edges and isn’t always the easiest person to get along with, but he can say with full confidence that he strives to better himself and adapt to his new situation every day. that being said, physical affection—or affection of any kind—has always thrown him for a loop. he never understood how people could be so casual with one another, so generous with embraces and pats on the back; but he couldn’t deny the warm, fuzzy sensation that would envelop his body whenever he received it.

your touch is the one that is taking him the longest to grow accustomed to, it’s different from the rough headlocks and fondly ruffled hair that his friends shower him with. at first, he reasoned it was simply because you’re a girl, but that doesn’t quite make sense either. after all, he certainly doesn’t feel like this whenever kotoha or some other girl he winds up saving grabs his arm. this . . . he doesn’t know what it is.

but he does know that whenever you would make contact with him, he felt fucking weird. butterflies would explode in his chest, the light kiss of their ticklish wings causing his stomach to flip and goosebumps to prickle along his skin. at first, he just thought it was anxiety. but the more he considered it, he recalls that in all his years, he’s never found himself yearning for the feeling of anxiety afterward.

this is different. your touch is soft. it’s comforting. it brims with a gentle affection that he worries will disarm him if he indulges for too long, yet he can’t deny the tiny nagging in the back of his mind that waits for the next time you’ll playfully bump your shoulder into his or casually place your hand on his shoulder to reach over him.

maybe that’s why he finds himself remaining still despite the alarm bells ringing in his ears, his body tense and breath lodged in his throat as your fingers curl around his wrist. the certainty in your hold causes a shiver to zing up his spine and a new wave of heat to surge through his body, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest, blissfully ignorant to the internal crisis roiling in his brain as you shuffle half a step closer. he squints at your face in disbelief. why are you so okay with this? with him?

shit. he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this, much less understand it.

whatever.

“keep it like this.” you instruct him, and he swears he can physically feel his chest decompress when you release him.

the first color you smear across the back of his hand is a shimmery copper, and his eyebrows raise as he tilts his wrist to examine it. “not bad, i guess.” he comments. “you think that’ll work?”

“of course! earthy colors look heavenly on blue eyes.” you insist, raising your head with a vibrant grin. dear god, this is not good for his wellbeing.

but, just as quickly, your smile vanishes, and sakura’s eyebrows twitch. “what’s wrong?”

“there’s blue in this one. they don’t particularly care for that color.” you inform him, pointing to a vivid electric blue at the very end of the line.

“what’s so bad about that one?” he frowns. “blue’s not bad.”

“not, it’s not, but it isn’t as flattering on blue eyes as other colors.” his lips pucker into a small “o” at your explanation, and you flip the palette closed and return it to its rightful place.

“huh . . .” sakura muses, eyes skipping over the selection. “earthy colors . . . so like brown?” you hum in agreement, and after a moment of hesitation, he points to a slim palette with a fuzzy coffee–brown color. “what about this?”

“uh . . . let’s see. here’s the tester for it.” you swipe the frontmost one and pop it open to display a dazzling lineup of warm tones ranging from a deep oak shade to pale peach, and after a moment, your eyes gleam. “wait, this might be perfect!” you gasp. your head snaps over to him, delight scrawled across your expression. “how’d you do that?”

inexplicably, he finds his chest swelling with pride at your praise. “well—” he stumbles. “it was just a lucky guess. it’s not like i was payin’ attention or anything. i just happened to pick it up.”

“regardless,” your smile is genuine and unrestrained, and in that split second, he decides that he wants to see it again—just for fun, of course, obviously, “the colors you chose are gorgeous. here.” you swipe a line of light peach eyeshadow beside the copper color. “this one would be perfect for a more subtle everyday look. it’s pretty light on your skin, so i know it’ll look super pretty on theirs. and look!” you point to a copper shade identical to the one from the previous palette. “there’s even one of these!”

“huh . . . yeah, you’re right.” he blinks.

you promptly snap the tester shut and switch it out for an unopened palette. “alright, this is the one! i think they’ll like this one the best.” you beam. he takes it from you, flipping it over in his hands.

oh.

“uh . . .” his brain stalls for a moment as he processes what you’re insinuating. “so . . .” he hesitates, doing his best to ignore the strange prick of disappointment in his gut. “does that mean we’re done here?”

“let me think . . .” you hum, taking a moment to ponder your next move before decisively planting your hands on your hips. “nope! there’s still something else we’ve gotta grab.” he perks up when you abruptly spin around and take off the aisle without warning.

“h–hey!” he protests, trying yet failing miserably to sound intimidating. “don’t just go off on your own!” he’s left to scramble after you, cheeks burning.

he catches up to you fairly easily, finding you perusing a display of brand new lip glosses by the time he slows to a halt. “this?” he questions. “you wanna get tsubaki . . .” he squints at the sign, “lip gloss?”

your lips curve into a frown. “ugh, there’s no tester for these. whatever, it’s fine.” sakura stares, aghast, as you deftly pluck a light pink gloss from the batch and start to twist it open.

“wh—you can’t just open it!” he gasps. “are you insane?”

“i’m gonna buy it regardless. tsubaki likes this brand.” you reassure him. “i just want to know if it leaves a tint at all.” spotting a mirror on a nearby display, you shimmy past him and make your way up to it, only to heave an exasperated sigh at your reflection. “damn, i forgot i already have one on. this won’t work.”

“well, what are you gonna do?” sakura demands, casting tense, feverish glances around him to ensure you two aren’t about to be accused of thievery.

he can practically see the cogs rotating in your brain as you mull over your options and pensively press your lips together. he stiffens when you slowly turn to him, a wicked grin blooming on your lips and a new idea illuminating your gaze. “you’re not wearing anything, are you?”

a thick silence stretches between the two of you, disturbed only by the monotonous whir of the air conditioning and the staccato squeak of his sneakers along the tile floor as he shifts backward. he’s not . . . what? he blinks blankly at you, arms dangling uselessly at his sides. wearing anything? why would that matter?

“ . . . huh?”

it’s only when you remove the wand from the bottle with a viscous pop! and take a step toward him that the gravity of your words sets in, and his body jolts as if he’s been struck by a bolt of lightning. a shrill gasp that sounds more like a pitiful wheeze wracks his chest, and he staggers backward, narrowly avoiding catching a metal display hook to the back of his skull. “hell no!” he barks, a furious blush blazing across his face. “what are you—you can’t put that on me!”

you continue creeping toward him, eyes alight with mischief. “come here!” you laugh. “you can’t fight destiny.”

of course, he can.

unsuccessful at deterring you, his body naturally assumes a fighting stance, fists lifting as if preparing to strike. but unlike his usual stance, which is cemented by self–assurance and an undeniable prowess, his body feels cumbersome and unsteady, as if he could be bowled over by a single shove to his chest. “so, you wanna fight? is that it?" the slight fracture in his voice doesn’t help the situation. in fact, it only seems to fuel your decision.

there is no reluctance in your movements as you step directly in front of him. with the way your disposition is still relaxed, he wouldn’t be shocked if his words were merely a figment of his imagination. “oh, come on,” you beg, nudging aside his clenched fists without breaking eye contact. “i just need you to wear a little bit. i’d really do it myself if i could! i have makeup wipes in my bag. you can wipe it off immediately after if you want. promise.”

“the hell you think this is, huh?” he snaps. his defenses compromised, sakura presses the back of his hand to his lips in a last–ditch attempt at protecting the lower half of his face.

“you only have to bear with me for five seconds.”

“fuck no!”

closer.

“sakura, please!”

“y–you . . .”

closer.

“just one . . .” you murmur, stepping close enough for your chest to graze his. sakura inhales sharply and flushes a shade you didn’t even know was possible. “little . . .” the hand clutching the tube raises to tug his last defense away as you lean in. he grits his teeth.

really close.

a small, gravelley sound of complaint grinds its way out of sakura’s throat as he finally stills, pinned helplessly between you and a lip balm display. even so, he doesn’t push you away. he doesn’t swat the lip gloss out of your hand. he simply stands there, stiff as a board and overly warm to the touch, and allows you to do as you please. as he waits for you to finish, all he can wonder is why?

why is he letting this happen? he should be rejecting your touch and cursing you out just as he would anyone else. but he isn’t. why? and why are you doing this to him? why are you so comfortable behaving this way with him? why is his heart beating so hard? can you hear it? he sure as hell hopes not.

by the time you step away, it feels both too long yet too soon. sakura clenches his jaw at the frustrating jumble of emotions, but you’re none the wiser as you simply twist the wand back into the tube, eyes aglow. “i was right, it is a pretty color!” you purse your lips sympathetically. “sorry, i know that was probably pretty miserable. you can wipe it off now if you want. it shouldn’t take long for the stain to show up.”

you’re mistaken. the makeup was never the issue. the whole problem is that you were in such close proximity that all he could focus on was the wrinkle of concentration in your brow and how you were close enough for him to count the eyelashes rimming your bottom lid and how warm your skin was and how good you smelled . . . you obscured every one of his senses until he felt like he was drowning in your presence. the problem was that his insecurities began to surface the moment he failed to quell the incessant pounding of his heart and the warm, syrupy feeling seeping through his body at your kindness toward and implicit trust in him.

the problem was that he liked it, but past memories of loss and betrayal have planted seeds of doubt and fear in his chest, leading him to ponder how long he will be granted such goodness before it slips through his fingers. the problem was that he liked it, and he believes that someone like him shouldn’t. the problem was that he liked it, and now he has no clue what the fuck to do.

regardless, he doesn’t respond right away, swiping the hand free of eyeshadow swatches over his lips. “‘s nothing,” he finally mumbles after a moment.

you hum, squinting at his lips. “so, it does leave a stain.”

sakura jolts. “is it super bright?”

you chuckle. “no, it’s pretty faint. oh, right!” you readjust the shopping bags resting on the crook of your elbow to root around in your own personal bag for the makeup wipes you’d promised him. “here!”

he accepts it with a gruff, “thanks . . .” and begins scrubbing the tint off his bottom lip. his tongue reflexively darts out to wet it once he’s finished, and his face contorts in disgust at the sour chemical taste that greets him.

“gross, right?” you laugh at his reaction.

“dunno how these things haven’t poisoned you yet.” he gripes.

“me neither,” you agree. you lightly bump your shoulder into his to distract him. “come on, let’s go.”

“whoa, whoa, wait,” sakura wrinkles his nose and points at the tube in your hand. “i can’t give that one to tsubaki if you already used it on me.”

“oh!” your eyes light up. “i’m getting this one. i figured i’d try out their recommendation since i’m here.” you reach out and pick up a crimson color of the same brand. “this one is the present. they mentioned wanting to try a gloss in the same color as their lipstick. i just wanted to see if it really tinted your lips or not.” before he can think too hard about the situation and throw a fit all over again, you turn on your heel and head for the checkout counter.

sakura feels as if his brain has been switched to autopilot during his transaction. his blood pressure has been at dangerous heights throughout almost the entire interaction. how he’s supposed to walk outside and continue on with his day as if nothing happened is beyond his scope of comprehension. is he supposed to pretend like this was normal? or is he supposed to pretend like this didn’t happen?

he sneaks a sly glance in your direction while you pay for your lip gloss, trying to gauge your expression and body language. how do you feel about him? well, he assumes you must find him at least somewhat tolerable if you volunteered your time to assist him.

his attention trickles down to the abundance of shopping bags balanced on your arm as you use your free hand to pick up the newest addition to your collection. his eyebrows twitch. they must be heavy. at the very least, your circulation must be suffering. he’s carried groceries for enough elderly people to know that much.

“you’re pretty quiet,” you tease as you both turn away from the counter and head for the exit. “something on your mind?”

he’s silent for a moment, debating whether or not he should risk it. what if this was a stupid decision? what if he’s reading this all wrong? what if you wanted to carry your own bags? you’re a strong girl. you’re perfectly capable of carrying them yourself. he exhales forcefully, and before he can let doubt settle in, he rigidly juts his hand out to you.

“give ‘em here.” he mumbles.

your attention bounces back to him, perplexed. “huh?”

he grits his teeth, embarrassment already beginning to creep in. “your bags. i’ll hold them.”

at first, you’re pleasantly taken aback, a smile blossoming on your lips. but it turns wistful after a couple seconds. “i can’t make you carry everything, sakura. that’d be too—”

a fleeting hint of irritation sharpens his expression, and he kisses his teeth. “fine, then.” he—a tad ungracefully, he hates to admit—snatches your shopping bags off your arm and shoves the small gift bag containing the eyeshadow and lip gloss into your hands instead. “you wanna carry something so badly? carry this.”

you stare at him with wide eyes, shocked. pretending like he doesn’t feel your gaze burning holes into his temple, he clears his throat and hikes the shopping bags up onto his right shoulder, all the while keeping his head angled away to conceal the light blush dusting his cheekbones.

“sakura, thank you, but you really didn’t have to.” you assure him, but one glance at the indentations where they’d once been tells him otherwise.

he grunts. “quit worryin’ about it. if they’re heavy, then say something. you helped me out, so just . . .” he pauses, trying to string together his words in a way that doesn’t incriminate him. “think of it as me payin’ you back.”

“but—”

“deal?” he interjects, his voice bearing a note of urgency he hopes you mistake for roughness—for his sake.

but you, ever perceptive, let your gaze linger on him for a moment before your expression melts into a small, knowing smile.

“deal.”

#wind breaker #satoru nii #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker x you #sakura haruka x reader #sakura haruka fluff #sakura haruka x you #sakura haruka

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dira333 · 2 months ago

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Cats and dogs and bunnies too - Sakura Haruka x Reader

Timeskip

You notice it long before he mentions anything.

Sakura Haruka is fond of dogs. Cats too. Once, he even caught a little bunny that had been adamant about escaping its owners, petting it slowly with a look of utmost focus as he took it back.

But he’s careful not to show it too much.

Sometimes he pretends he doesn’t notice the old dog at the corner flagging its tail at his sight until you walk over to pet it, like admitting to it would be a weakness.

Sakura Haruka has many weaknesses.

He always stubbs his toe at night, when he gets up for a toilet break because he doesn’t want to turn on the light in fear of waking you.

He drinks too much coffee and forgets that he’s no longer sixteen but twenty-six now, that his back starts hurting if he sits hunched over for too long.

He never remembers sorting his clothes before putting them in the wash and wears the white-turned-pink shirts with pride after he accidentally drops one of your red panties in with the white laundry.

He’s married to you yet he tends to forget, staring at the ring on his finger in silent wonder at least once a week.

“Baby?” He asks one Sunday morning, his head in your lap, his laptop forgotten on the coffee table.

“Hm?” You massage his scalp, pretending to rub the stress from his temples.

“Could we get a dog?”

It’s a simple question, one you thought he’d ask much sooner.

You wonder if he knows about the box of supplies in the back of your closet, of the surprise present that’s due any day now.

“Do you want one?” You ask back.

Haruka is quiet for a moment. You might think him asleep if not for the tension in his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he admits finally.

“Good,” you lower down to press a kiss to his temple. “Then we’ll get one.”

“Really?” He blinks up at you, his eyes now soft and vulnerable, like they were when you met all those years ago.

Haruka once told you that looking at you seems to make his heart crack open and looking at him now you can’t help but believe it.

“Really. What kind of dog do you want?”

“I don’t care,” he answers just like you knew he would. “What kind of name would we give it?”

“Well, let’s think about it. What if we get a little dog? What would you name a little dog?”

“How little?”

“Like a Corgi? Or a Spitz?”

“Princess.” The name shoots out of him too fast to be casual. He’s thought about it for sure.

You laugh, a little surprised by it. “I mean, sure, but you already call me that. Don’t you think it would get confusing?”

Under your gentle touch, his cheeks burst aflame.

He’s too flustered to speak and you let him stay quiet, tucking his hair behind his ears.

“What about a big dog?” You ask eventually.

“Queenie,” he breathes out softly, clearly learning from his mistakes. You wonder if he knows that he’s only picked out female names so far.

“Haruka, can you come help?” You yell from the doorstep. “There’s a package but it’s too heavy for me.”

“Coming!” He calls out, jogging down the stairs in all his post-work-glory, the sweatpants and hoodie combo looking cozy enough to forget about the whole surprise.

“Kiss me first,” you command, pulling him in by the collar until you’re satisfied, grinning when he picks the package up with ease.

“Careful, it says fragile,” you point out as he carries it up, unaware of the other box you carry after him.

“What’s in it anyway?”

“I don’t know,” you lie, “Open it.”

It’s not properly taped shut, which he laments about as he fiddles with the tape. But all the words leave him when the box opens and he comes face to face with all the goods.

“Dogfood?” He asks, a little confused, picking up the bag. “Toys? You already ordered the stu-” He stops short when he sees you holding another box in your arms, this one already open.

“Don’t tell me-” Haruka breathes out, taking a step back as if he’s going to lash out in panic like he used to.

But he doesn’t. He just breathes, in and out, his eyes zeroed in on your face until he’s calmed himself enough to take a step forward.

Another one follows and then he’s close enough to touch you, yet he doesn’t.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“It’s really heavy,” you joke just as Queenie’s head pops out of the box, the puppy clearly not amused about your arms shaking from her weight.

So many emotions flicker over his face, sad ones and happy ones alike.

When Haruka reaches for the dog, his hands shake but his grip is gentle and his hold is steady.

It reminds you of the first time he held your hand, knuckles bruised and eyes tear-shot. He’d been gentle then too, even scared-shitless.

Maybe one day he’ll hold your kid like that too. But time will tell if and when that happens.

There’s still a cat to adopt. And maybe a bunny too.

#my writing #windbreaker #wind breaker #bofurin #wind breaker x reader #sakura haruka #sakura x reader #bofurin x reader

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searenbound · 4 months ago

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I’m reposting the fic I posted last night just to test a little theory of mine. I want to see if the time I posted at ended up killing the first post or not.

Anyways please reblog if you liked it! I got impatient for y’all to see my first work after I’ve been grieving for awhile so it’s a cliffhanger ending but let me know if you want a part 2 ok? I promise to be more patient with that one!

Warnings: male masturbation, female reader, reader flirts with Sakura but no actual cheating,

Pairings: Haruka Sakura x reader, Hayato Suo x reader (mentioned)

He isn’t a pervert.

Really, he isn’t!

But he is just a man. He can’t help it if his eyes happen to glance her way from his spot in the little caffe he was dragged to.

Burning the image of her bouncing around in that little skirt she wore.

It’s not like he was trying to look, or that he’d even see anything if he had been looking internally. Despite how short it was, no one would have seen anything with the shorts she was wearing underneath.

It was probably her boyfriend’s idea, anyone could’ve seen her panties otherwise. He likely wouldn’t have wanted anyone else looking at her in such away.

Which made Sakura hate this that much more.

It wasn’t intentional, his thoughts wandered without his permission once he was home and alone.

He couldn’t help his curiosity as images of what type of underwear she possibly wore flashed through his thoughts so quickly that he didn’t even consider the reality of his situation.

Were they plain and simple and cute, made of something practical like cotton? Or maybe they were frilly with ribbons and lace and made of silk or satin?

Soon enough, he’s aching for something that’s not his to have. Throbbing and pulsing hard and cursing her name for making him want her.

He didn’t mean too let himself get so carried away. He swears he doesn’t usually care about this sort of stuff, but he slides his sweats down just enough to free his cock and a strangled groan is leaving his lips as his hand wraps around it.

He has to be the worst kind of friend, right?

His hand slides along his length and a hiss leaves his lips as he imagines it’s hers instead. He doesn’t think it’d compare.

His hands large and rough from years of fighting and her are probably soft and gentle. Well taken care of and a manicure he’d kill to see wrapped around his cock.

A sight he’s sure Suo is very used too and is probably proud of and— his hand falters— he should be ashamed.

This was his friend’s girlfriend he was thinking about! But it’s her own fault for being a shameless flirt, isn’t it?

She was always teasing, always touching and clinging on to other men, always trying to get his attention when you’d think she’d have plenty from her boyfriend.

But when he really thought about it, there was only two men she clung to like that.

One was obvious, it made sense, of course she’d want to be around Suo all the time. They were dating, so why did she cling to someone else?

Why did she go out her way to cling onto him? He wasn’t anyone special to her so why did she feel so comfortable with shameless flirting with him like she had earlier?

“Hey, hey! Haru-chan can I ask you something?” he recalls (Yn) practically purring at him.

She was leaning in too close, bright gleaming eyes sparkling with mischief and intrigue as he jumped back in surprise.

His back hitting the wall behind him, making him feel trapped in by the little wannabe predator in front of him.

He wanted to lash out and yell, wanted to challenge her for having such audacity to think she could get away with this, but then her chest was against his.

Soft and warm and plush compared to his firmer chest— his hand begins to move as recalls that fell—and she dawned a wry smile at his flustered frustrated sputtering of threats and swears that die in his throat. He thinks he’d like to make her look that pathetic, shut her up with his cock down her throat and listen to her sputtering and gagging.

His fist clenches around himself, stroking a little rougher at the thought. Imagining her in front of him, looking up at him with this wanting look.

She’d pull away for a moment and tilt her head to the side and lock her lips with that evil pink tongue of hers before speaking—

“Do you like me?” he freezes at the memory of her question

How the hell was he supposed to respond? Should he have just said no?

It’d have been easier, even if it would have been a lie, and it not like he could have said the truth there.

She was dating someone else already. Someone he was close to and, for that matter why the hell did she care for? It’s not like they could be together so— guilt quickly turns to anger at what he had overlooked in the moment.

“(Yn), don’t you think you’ve had enough fun? If you keep playing with him like that you just might kill him” Suo had chuckled with a hand on her lower back to usher her away as she whined.

“You’re no fun Yato-chan!”

Had those two been fucking with him the whole time?! Well fuck them! Now he doesn’t even feel bad about wanting to fuck his friend’s girlfriend!

In fact? Maybe he will just to teach them a lesson!

He doesn’t stop to consider that maybe that’s what they wanted from in the first place, oh well, the seed is planted now all they have to do is wait for it to grow into a plan.

#haruka sakura x reader #haruka sakura x reader smut #sakura haruka x reader #sakura haruka x reader smut #hayato suo x reader #hayato suo x reader smut #suo hayato x reader #suo hayato x reader smut

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jennapancake · 6 months ago

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~Requests open~

However, I usually only write x Reader unless requested otherwise and usually Reader is female. Please send in requests. ❤️

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•Mattheo Riddle

•Theodore Nott

•Tom Riddle

•Blaise Zabini

•Lorenzo Berkshire

•Cedric Diggory

•Oliver Wood

•Charlie Weasley

•Bill Weasley

|Marauders Era|

•James Potter

•Sirius Black

-I want you to want me

•Remus Lupin

•Regulus Black

•Barty Crouch Jr

-The Diner (Stalker Headcannon)

•Evan Rosier

|Maze Runner|

•Thomas

•Newt

•Minho

- The Monsters Creator

•Frypan

•Gally

|Teen Wolf|

•Stiles Stilinski

•Void Stiles

•Derek Hale

|Windbreaker|

•Haruka Sakura

•Hajime Umemiya

-The Dreamcatcher

-Wontons

•Hayato Suo

•Jo Togame

|Stranger Things|

•Steve Harrington

•Eddie Munson

•Billy Hargrove

•Robin Buckley

|Outer Banks|

•JJ Maybank

•Rafe Cameron

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-More to be added-

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ccraccz · 6 months ago

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Hi hi lovelies!!! Long time jo update LMAO 🫢🫢🫢

I'm am announcing NOW THAT

1. Requests will be opened, but updates will be quite slow.

And

2. I will be doing headcanons, one-shots, and scenarios of WINDBREAKER (the anime and manga)

Though sadly, there will be no more Heartsteel in this blog, even though I love it with all my heart, I have to let it go...

I will try to organize this blog a bit more now.

Thank you all for your support, I understand that change is hard, but I believe this is a necessary mover for me in this blog.

🧡🧡🧡🧡

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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What I write:

fluff, smut, angst

emergency requests

blurbs, fics, series, headcanons

character x: female reader, gender neutral reader

aged-up characters if the character is a minor

character x OC: available only via commissions

I write for:

My Hero Academia (all characters, but mostly Dabi, Hawks, Shoto & Bakugo)

Demon Slayer (all characters, but mostly Douma, Akaza & Hantengu Clones)

Jujutsu Kaisen (all characters, but mostly Sukuna & Choso)

Genshin Impact (all characters, but mostly Wriothesley & Neuvillette)

Bucchigiri?! (all characters, but mostly Marito & Matakara)

Wind Breaker (all characters, but mostly Hajime Umemiya & Haruka Sakura)

Haikyuu (all characters, but mostly Osamu Miya)

Blue Eye Samurai (Mizu)

Honkai Star Rail (all characters, but mostly Boothill)

Avatar by James Cameron (all characters, but mostly Neteyam & Jake Sully)

I won’t write about:

anything underage; extreme kinks

male reader & other gender identities than gn!reader and fem!reader as it aligns with my comfort zone and ensures that I provide content responsibly

detailed descriptions of a specific reader (including characteristics like eye color, skin color, hair color, any specific genders, and very specific disabilities)

Don't interact if:

you are a minor/blank blog with no age listed

r*cist

h*mophobic or anything like that

you willingly use hate speech of any kind

Due to real-life commitments, I may not always be able to write consistently. I prefer to take my time and ensure I'm satisfied with my work before sharing it. Writing brings me joy, and I hope this journey will help me improve my skills.

#about the blog #navigation #rules

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h8ani · 1 year ago

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Updated Rules List

With my new updated list I’m going to be listing all the requests I’ll be accepting, what fandoms I write for and how you should go about requesting them :)

But also if you are an ageless/blank blog or a minor please do not request me, follow me or interact with me as you will be blocked. thank you.

I also write both nsfw & sfw content, I also label it on my writings I post. I don’t shy away from anything really so if you’re unsure just send me a message and I’ll clarify if I do!

Things I’ll write for: yandere, noncon/dubcon, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stepcest, professor/student, sensei/student, spanking, choking, slapping, torture, abuse, female x male, drug use, use of sex toys, issues with eating, etc type shit

Things I won’t write for: anal, piss/shit play, boy x boy, girl x girl (I’m not super comfortable in my writing yet to write for same sex couples yet I hope you guys understand!)

Fandoms I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Porco Galliard

Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Wing, Kite, Pokkle

Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Minato Namikaze, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Deidara, Sasori, Pain/Yahiko, Iruka Umino, Shino Aburame, Hidan, Kankuro, Sai, Genma Shiranui, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Hayate Gekko

Tokyo Revengers - Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Tetta Kisaki, Atsushi Sendo, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Naoto Tachibana, Izana Kurokawa, Inui Seishu

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Uta, Ayato Kirishima, Nishio Nishiki, Koutarou Amon

Ouran Highschool Host Club - Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,

Wind Breaker - Haruka Sakura, Akihiko Nirei, Kyotaro Sugashita, Hayato Suo, Mitsuki Kiryuu, Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Toma Hiragi, Choji Tomiyama, Jo Togame, Kota Sako

Haikyuu - Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yu Nishinoya, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Keishin Ukai, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsuroo Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Kentaro Kyotani, Kotaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Eita Semi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Yuji Terushima, Naoyasu Kuguri, Shinsuke Kita, Atsumu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Osamu Miya

Fruits Basket - Shigure Sohma, Kyo Sohma, Kureno Sohma, Yuki Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma, Momiji Sohma

Demon Slayer - Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Muichiro Tokito, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Tengen Uzui, Obanai Iguro, Muzan Kibutsuji, Doma, Akaza

Prompt Requests/Writing Requests in general:

I will usually have a link of the prompts to request from, from the original post.

If you’d like to request something I wrote just state what content you’d like and who the character is/member he is

I default by writing in fem! reader pov so please state if you’d like gn! reader

Reaction Requests:

State the type of reaction you’d like (example: reaction of them kissing you mid argument)

For any anime reactions just state the anime, boys you’d like the reaction for

#rules #updated list #credit for border goes to benkeibear #navigation

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thelovelywriteress · 5 months ago

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⟢ MASTERLIST (AND RULES) ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝

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➤ 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌

─ Itona Horibe

➷ Hard-fist crush

➷ Penguins give pebbles as way of proposing

➤ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

─ Sakura Haruka

➷ Night without pillow

➷ With Zodiac Cursed Reader

➷ With Zodiac Cursed Reader (2)

➷ First Kiss

➤ 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

─ Killua Zoldyck

➷ My Idol

➷ How the rain changes

➤ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎

─ Arthur Rimbaud

➷ Wasn't sastified with just teasing that night

➷ Favourite type of death

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─ stuff I write: age gaps. platonic adult & minor. fluff & angst. female pronouns (gn on request!). both female and male characters.

─ stuff I do not write: nsfw. poly. incest. adult x minor. kinky stuff or any specific trait. male pronounce (sorry!)

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thanks for coming this all way to read and understand. hope you will enjoy my works. do not hesitate to leave any comments. make sure to eat your meal<3

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#i wrote something #anime and manga #fanfictions #writers on tumblr #writer stuff #masterlist

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maruflix · 3 months ago

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(DON’T WANNA) FALL IN LOVE ALONE!

FEATURING: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Kaji Ren, Umemiya Hajime, Togame Jo, Endo Yamato, Takiishi Chika x f!reader/ REQ.

CONTENTS: female reader, separate scenarios, reader is oblivious in some, just wbk boys being down bad for the reader, fluff fluff fluff, they fall in love first, they fall in love harder, no beta we die like my sanity

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

SAKURA HARUKA -> A BLUSHING MESS ?!

Sakura can not hide his feelings from you. To his credit, he really tried. He really, really tried — but how can he not blush when you flash him that gorgeous smile?

“Whoa!”

In front of you, his friends turns their head in mild surprise.

“Sorry, there was a leaf on your hair...” You raise both of your hands in surrender as Sakura turns several shades redder.

“W-Whatever! I was just surprised, that’s all!”

He really didn’t need to reason like that. It makes him look like a child as he stomps away from you and into a convenience store, disappearing behind the closed doors.

“I wonder what’s up with him... he asks me to come with him but he always gives me the cold shoulder.”

Suo and Nirei exchange glances like there’s a huge secret they’re not telling you.

“Well, whatever...” No sooner than you had said those words, Sakura reappears, stomping out of the store with a plastic bag in hand. He stops just in front of you, face still burning red.

You can hear Suo’s faint chuckle behind you.

“T-Thanks for accompanying us. You haven’t eaten, have you?” Reaching a hand into the bag, he hands you a milk bread. “Sorry for making you skip lunch...”

Eyes widening in surprise, you take the bread from him and wonder why he’s being so considerate. Your hands touch by accident and Sakura flinches away, stuttering apologies after apologies.

Still, you smile. “Thanks, Sakura.”

Sakura regrets lifting his head to see your smile. You’re a pretty girl, but when the corners of your lips lift up to form that gorgeous smile, he swears he goes blind from the brightness of it. The heat of your smile is getting to him too with the way his cheeks warm up.

Oh, whatever happened to his tough guy persona?

“Y-y-you’re welcome. You look... pretty today, by the way.” He finally manages to say it, the words he’s been dying to say since the first time he sees you that day.

Your own face instantly explodes in red.

He knows his friends are giving him the nastiest mocking grin, but if he can see you flustered because of him? It’s so worth it, he’d do it over and over again.

SUO HAYATO -> THE SPECIAL TREATMENT

With others, Suo is always cocky, teasing, acting like he’s above it all— but with you, he lets his guard down in the hopes of getting you to like him, even just a little bit. Please don’t make him wait too long, it’s killing him!

Suo is a patient guy.

Even now, as he’s holding your bag with one hand and your drink with the other, he’s smiling at you like it doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

Meanwhile, you’re scouring the bookshelf for the newest volume of your favorite manga — it’s got to be there somewhere, hidden beneath the copious amounts of Weekly Shonen Jump.

“Give me a second, Suo.. sorry for making you hold my stuff.”

“It’s no problem, really. Take your time.” He responds, leaning down to inspect the bookshelf with you, humming to himself. “What’s the title again?”

Before you can answer, a few guys are calling out his name from the distance. A black and white-haired guy with a blondie in tow. The two of them approach him with surprise painted on their faces.

“Hey, didn’t expect to see you here. Who’s this?” The blondie asks in interest.

You pause your hunt to greet the two unfamiliar faces. “Hi! I’m a friend of Suo’s. The name’s—”

“—none of your business.” Suo pipes up from beside you, stepping forward to shield you from their sight. “We’re a bit busy, you know?”

“Huh? Are you on a date or something?” This time, the black and white-haired guy asks, pointing an accusing finger as he, himself, blushes.

Suo tilts his head. “Oh, is your romance radar going off?”

The two exchange some more back-and-forths before the black and white-haired guy — who you learn, is named Sakura — admits defeat after being teased to death by Suo.

“Okay, see ya later~” Suo calls out after his friends, ignoring the depressed air that hangs around them. Blinking, you stare at him, surprised to see this side of him.

He’s usually always so kind with you, taking everything you say seriously, it makes you think that he’s that kind of person with his friends too. It turns out he can be such a little devil. Honestly, it’s kind of endearing.

Catching your gaze, Suo turns his head to you and smiles sweetly once more.

“Sorry for the wait. Now, what was the title, princess?”

He doesn’t miss the way pink tints your cheeks. He can’t help but to let hope blossom in his heart — is his actions slowly getting through to that thick skull of yours?

KAJI REN -> NUMBER #1 FAN

You want help? You can count on him. Feel like eating sweets? He’s already extending a lollipop your way. Need a shoulder to cry on? You can lean on his. Kaji is your biggest supporter and biggest fan... and to everyone’s surprise, he doesn’t even try to hide it.

“Say, that friend of yours...” Enomoto says in between munches, “... she’s pretty cute, isn’t she?”

Everyone expected Kaji to shrug or ignore that comment altogether, but to their surprise, he nods.

“She is.”

“What? Who?! Kaji has a girlfriend?”

“I did not say that.”

“But you said she’s pretty!”

“Well, she is.”

The little exchange is what causes the situation right now: Kaji, standing in front of you to walk you home as always, but this time with an entourage of guys behind him.

“Uh... am I interrupting a guys night out or what?” You chuckle in amusement as Kaji rubs the back of his head.

“Sorry, they insisted on tagging along.”

“It’s fine!” Although you don’t fully understand the situation, it doesn’t bother you either way. Kaji’s friends are, by association, your friends. Not to mention they look slightly comedic as they stare at the two of you like you’re animals in the zoo.

“So you’re her...”

“Kaji’s friend... I see now.”

“The one Kaji said is cute...”

That last line made you stop. “The one Kaji said is what?”

The guy who let it slip, a tall white-haired guy, instantly smacks a hand to his mouth.

“Oh, I said you’re cute earlier today.” Kaji casually says after draping his jacket around your shoulders.

“O-oh! W-well, I mean...”

Kaji stares at you for a moment before sighing. “Don’t pay any attention to them.” He guides you to walk next to him, “How was your day?”

It’s like you instantly forgot about the earlier interaction as you excitedly tell him all about your day. He listens silently, throwing some comments here and there.

“I can’t believe she said that. You’re totally in the right.”

“... She is?”

“... Is she?”

Kaji turns to glare at his friends, who took the hint and clamps their mouths shut. Then, he turns back to you, smiling softly like nothing happened, urging you to continue your story.

UMEMIYA HAJIME -> EVERYONE BUT YOU KNOWS !!

Umemiya is a kind person, it is something he takes pride on. But when it makes you struggle to receive his signals, it makes him want to rip out all his hair out. Everyone in town knows that he’s down bad for you — when will you finally look his way?

“Oh my, you two make a very cute couple.”

You’re grinning as the old baker lady down the street says the same line for the second time this week when you and Umemiya passes by her store.

“We’re just friends, granny!” Giggling, you link arms with Umemiya and yank him closer, “We look that close, huh?”

You miss the blush that dust his cheeks as he turns his head away from you, struggling to give you a response.

“E-Excuse me!” A girl suddenly jogs up to the two of you, handing over a box of pie to a surprised Umemiya. “Sorry to bother you, my mom asked me to give this to you as thanks for your help yesterday! Thank you once again!”

With all the little favors he has done for the townspeople, Umemiya can’t really recall which one the girl is referring to... and frankly, he couldn’t care less. Not when he’s busy trying to woo you.

On that note... Will you be a little bit jealous that a girl is talking to him?

He glances over at you anxiously, wondering how you will react. Much to his disappointment, you merely smile and look at him questioningly. Unaffected. He slumps and takes the box, asking the girl to relay his thanks to her mother.

“You’re a real popular guy, huh?”

Umemiya knows he’s pretty popular, but he doesn’t want to hear that from you! “I guess so...” He sighs and lets you drag him off by the arm, wondering when you will finally realize that he has feelings for you.

“By the way, thanks for helping me assemble the desk. I’m bad with those DIY furniture things.” You beam up at him, making him smile. “Gosh, this is totally why you’re so popular! You’re so kind, Ume. Do you always help people with this stuff?”

Once again, Umemiya sighs. Yeah, sure, he likes to be helpful when he can, but don’t you find it at least a little bit weird that he sticks to your side everyday and asks you if you need help with anything? He’s a kind guy, yeah, but he doesn’t normally go out of his way to offer his help to just anyone.

He holds up his palm.

“Hmm?”

“Hold my hand.” He says for the first time that day.

“Oh? Okay!” Oblivious to his feelings, you take his hand. Umemiya instantly laces his fingers through yours, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. That makes your heart skip a beat, but you tell yourself that this is Umemiya after all. He totally sees you as a little sister.

Next to you, Umemiya studies your expression in displeasure. He can tell you’re doing the mental gymnastics to somehow come to the conclusion that he doesn’t have feelings for you.

So he does the only thing he can think of: he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses them gently, making you squeal.

“U-Umemiya?!”

He flashes you a cheeky smile. “That one, I only do to you.”

TOGAME JO -> SILENT AND ADORING...?!

Togame is calm and gentle with you. He has always been that way, in your ten years of friendship. Lately, you notice something different in the way he acts. It’s fine, though. He wants you to know that he hates losing.

“Kame!”

The Shishitoren boys don’t even look up from what they’re doing when you enter the building, already accustomed to your presence. Some of them wave at you as you make your way to your best friend of ten years.

Togame raises an eyebrow at your use of nickname. “Since when do you call me that?”

“Since I heard Choji call you that, duh!”

Tomiyama chortles. Togame’s eye twitches.

“Sorry, sorry, don’t give me such a scary expression!” You throw yourself in the middle of the two boys, slinging an arm around Togame’s broad shoulders. “No fair, you let Choji call you that but not your best friend of ten years? I’m hurt!”

“Stop it.” Togame turns to you, his eyes narrowed, “Since when do you call him ‘Choji’?”

Taken aback, you blink at him questioningly.

“You call him by his first name but not your ‘best friend of ten years’?”

“Huh- well- I’m-”

Tomiyama bursts into full blown laughter, holding his stomach as he hunches over in his seat.

You sputter, not used to his demanding behavior. He’s usually calm and quiet with you, letting you do whatever you want and always cleaning up after your mess. But this time...

“Well? I’m waiting.” Togame eyes you, leaning back in his seat so you can’t retract your arm that is currently around his shoulders, bringing you even closer to him.

“Y-You could’ve just said it normally! Stop being so unreasonable... Jo!”

He’s definitely satisfied now, grinning from ear to ear as he leans down to tuck a hair behind your ear. “Huh, you’re blushing? That’s new.”

“I feel like I’m interrupting something, guys.” Tomiyama moves to stand, smirking at his two friends knowingly.

“No, don’t go!” You don’t know why you uttered those words. Perhaps it’s because your best friend just made your heart race so badly, you no longer know how to act around him.

“Go.” Togame doesn’t need to tell him that because the beige-haired boy is already skipping away. “Sorry, he’s better friends with me. Naturally, he’ll listen to me.”

Your cheeks burn.

“You’re a bad friend, you know? I want to stop being friends with you.” He leans closer to you, looking at you seriously, “How about we take it to the next level?”

You resist the urge to smile. Tomiyama was right: Togame Jo hates losing. After years of mutual pining, it takes only a small interaction between you and Tomiyama to finally get him to admit that he likes you more than a friend. You should’ve done this sooner.

Acting dumb, you tilt your head. “You mean...”

Oblivious and too caught up with his own feelings, Togame smiles and takes your hand, gripping it tight. “I like you, I have for a long time now. I hid it from you because I don’t know how to tell you, but... I need to make it clear to you before someone else steals you from me.”

His confession makes your heart flutter. You smile, giving him a reply by kissing his cheek. Togame blushes and looks at his lap, not expecting you to be so forward.

In the distance, Tomiyama gives you a wink.

ENDO YAMATO -> LOVE LANGUAGE: TEASING

It’s not like you’re unsure whether Endo hates you or not. You’re sure he hates you. He teases you nonstop, hides your things, takes bites out of your food until you yell at him to stop. So he definitely hates you... right?

“Hey, my backpack!”

You should’ve known better than to go to the library with Endo. By the time you return from picking a book, your backpack is gone from the chair. Endo lazily lifts up his head from the table, acting like he’s not the one who hid it.

“It’s in a safe place~ Can you guess where it is?”

Huffing, you place a book in front of his face. “Don’t know, don’t care. Read this and don’t disturb me.” If he thinks you’re going to humor his attempts of disturbing you, then he’s dead wrong. You sit next to him and flip the first page your novel, smiling.

It’s the first day of summer vacation. The air conditioning in the library makes you feel like you’re in heaven. The novel in your hands is pretty interesting, too. “Perfect,” you think to yourself as you hum in satisfaction.

Endo has long since lost interest in his book, choosing to instead watch you read silently, your eyebrows knitted in focus. The sun is blaring outside, the beams of light falling on your figure, illuminating your side profile.

You’re so beautiful.

“Wha- Hey!” You protest when Endo suddenly takes your book from you, lifting it above his head. Reaching for it, you lean forward and into his open arms as you flail your arms upwards to try and get it back.

After a while of you struggling and him chuckling, he finally places it on top of your head. Glaring at him, you move back. He only smiles at you like he’s looking like a pet fish or something.

“Drinking inside a library? You can’t do that, you know~” This time he grabs your bottle before you can take a sip.

“What is your problem!?” Whisper-hissing at him, you want to tackle him to the ground and wrestle the bottle from him but the cap is opened and you don’t want to risk spilling the contents.

Endo grins and you’re taken back to your elementary school days. He’s always been like this; teasing and annoying you half to death until you scream and tell the teacher. He always gets punished for the little tricks he plays on you but he never stops doing them.

You gasp when he takes a big gulp from the bottle. He smirks and hands it back to you. “Sorry, I was thirsty. Here you go.”

“You left your germs on it!”

“Hey, what’s your problem?” He parrots your earlier sentence mockingly.

“You’re so noisy, keep it down or I’ll call the staff.” Out of nowhere, a gruff-looking guy appears, glaring at you.

Endo openly returns the glare while you apologize. “Sorry! We’ll be more quiet.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Sneering, Endo stands to his full height, towering over the guy intimidatingly as he shrinks back. “Don’t talk to her like that, you hear me?”

He doesn’t bother waiting for a reply, already pulling you up to leave as he slings your backpack over his shoulder.

“Wait- Endo!”

He wraps a protective arm around you, glaring daggers at anyone who dares to look your way. “It’s too noisy here. What book were you reading? I’ll just buy it for you.”

TAKIISHI CHIKA -> YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE

Takiishi warned you at the beginning that it’d be best for you not to get involved with him because he’s unable to feel affection for anyone. But you know better. You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it through his actions, and you can see it reflected in his eyes.

“You’ve been busy.” Is all Takiishi says when he strolls up to you that week, arms crossed in front of his chest.

You know he’s just saying he misses you.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m drowning in assignments.” He already starts walking and you fall in line, bending slightly to look at his expression. It’s blank, as always.

He notices you peeking and meets your gaze. “Don’t stare at me.” But the tenderness in his eyes betrays his cold tone.

You smile. As the two of you walk together, your shoulders brush against each other, yet neither of you move away. Honestly, you wish he would just hold your hand already.

“Did you get enough sleep last night?” He knows you didn’t. He can see the bags under your eyes, a clear sign that you’ve been overworking yourself again.

You chuckle and he’s even more sure. It’s just like you to deflect questions you don’t want to answer. He hates it when people beat around the bush, but when it’s you, it just makes his stomach churn with worry.

“You haven’t eaten.” This earns him another chuckle, and he clenches his fist. “Let’s go.”

Takiishi is not a touchy person, so you know you’ve angered him when he pulls you by the arm and drags you to a cafe. He orders your favorite food and still makes you eat ice cream afterwards, watching you finish everything with a satisfied look on his face.

“It’s getting dark, huh?” The streetlights gleams comfortingly when the two of you step outside. “But somehow, I don’t want to go home yet.”

Takiishi pauses and changes his path trajectory to the direction of a nearby bench. You follow suit and sit down next to him as he looks straight ahead.

You know it’s your cue to start talking.

“I hate going back to an empty home.” Relaxing against the cold metal of the bench, you fix your gaze on the dark sky. You’d rather be outside in his company, if you’re being honest. “So thanks for treating me to dinner, Chika!”

Takiishi nods.

“I’ve been feeling so tired lately... I guess it’s unhealthy to pull all nighters.. I need to fix my sleeping schedule, too.” You mumble to yourself. “Oh, speaking of... shouldn’t you be going home?”

Instead of replying, he removes his jacket and drapes it over your body. He returns your shocked stare blankly, crossing his leg over the other.

You pull his jacket tighter, scooting closer to him. He lets you. “I love you, Chika.” Feeling all your burden disappear, you’re now so close to him you can feel the heat radiate from his body.

“I’ve loved you for much longer,” is what Takiishi wants to say— but he merely hums in reply and places a hand on your head, gently nudging it to rest on his shoulder.

“Rest.”

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