#i'm just insomniacked every now and then

[zee-writes-and-draws]

I love this blog! Could I get Tokita Ohma with a fem s/o who is revealed before Karla shows up,and the others with their reaction. The big idea for this is maybe what if Ohma is actually married ( though he kept this part secret.) not sure on this scenario

A/n: Sure! As a heads-up, I kinda wrote this at 5 am bc i wake up away too early sometimes, so i’m not sure what pronouns i used bc i might have reverted to they/them on default. I’ll see if i can go back and edit it later if that’s the case.

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“Hey Ohma,” you call out as you walk up to his table. You see that even before you finished the second word he’s already aware it’s you, face lighting up ever so slightly.

“Hey, (y/n)” he pulls you into a lazy kiss once you’re right next to him. It’s good to see each other again, and both of you are quite happy with your sneaking on the boat to the tournament. You’ll have to miss part of the real thing sadly, but it’s worth the jet lag and sleep deprivation you'll inevitably have to deal with to see him smile.

“THE FUCK SEAWEED HEAD?!” The blonde asshole who just yelled that delightful combination of words is staring at you in shock, as are all of the other parties present. The old guy and the girl with glasses are both looking at you like you set the table on fire.

“What? (Y/n) and I are married. ‘M allowed to kiss ‘em if I want to.” Some days you wish your husband was a bit more eloquent. Other times you love how he can things like this so casually, like you two weren’t smiling nonstop the day of your wedding.

“Ohma, why didn’t you tell us you were married?”

A shrug. “You didn’t ask, and i didn’t think I’d see (Y/n) until another month or so, so it wouldn't matter either way Akiyamakaede.”

The glasses girl finally composes herself enough to regain the calm expression she had.

“Well, (Y/n),” her voice is remarkably calm, you’ll give her that, “it’s very nice to meet you. I apologize for our reactions.” She (obviously) kicks the old man and the blonde moron underneath the table so they try to stop gaping. “We’re just all surprised that Ohma’s married. It’s never come up in conversation before, so we were a little shocked at this. Nonetheless, I hope we can get along. I’m Akiyama Kaede.”

You take the handshake. She seems nice, if a tad awkwardly clinical. Judging by the outfits, she’s the most organized and put together of the three. The old guy is calm enough now to also reach out.

“And I’m Kazou Yamashita. Your husband is fighting for my company at the tournament. I, uh, I apologize for my initial shock.” Good man, awkward, but willing to accept the unexpected, you note. Unlike Kaede he seems to have already calmed down entirely instead of masking the remaining reaction.

“Alright, pretty face, I’m Lihito, the Superman!” Whatever fragile peace you thought was settling between you and the group quickly evaporates. On the bright side, it’s clearly not just you that’s irritated by this good shoving his face right next to yours.

You push him away as quickly as possible. You can’t help but make a small note of how it’s Kaede who pulls this “Lihito” off of you.

“Leave. (Y/n). Alone. She’s clearly not interested in you, Lihito, and you don’t want either them or Ohma killing you if keep annoying (y/n). Got. It?” Somehow this woman, clearly without any combat skills, is keeping a guy twice her weight back with only painful-looking grip on his ear.

“So, ehh, Miss akiyama putLihitodwnplease, (Y/n), how did you and Ohma meet?” You and Ohma both smile at that memory. You nudge him under the table. You’re too tired to bother with details right now.

“Well, it was a good fourteen years or so ago, if you believe (y/n). I say twelve, but it’s close enough. She was in the forest to meditate, and my old teacher took me there for my training...”