#it's soft shojo manga hours

[unfinishedjulyrain]

i like it when we hold hands. botan to hotaru 🥹

lots of flirting・❥・@temporalobjects ( closed ! )

"It's a nice feeling," Hotaru commented. She was not someone to fall head over heels for someone, she needed time and Botan gave her that as both of them had their own pace. But holding hands was something Hotaru could do without hesitation, as long as the other person felt comfortable - and safe - trusting her this far. "Your hands are soft, Botan-kun."

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

[sinnaminteru]

It was quite late at night by the time Kyoko Kirigiri had returned to Hope’s Peak. The stubborn, serious detective had decided to sneak out without her father noticing her to catch a few criminals who escaped from jail. She knew it was going to be a dangerous mission, but if it meant that Towa City would be safe for another night, then she could rest easy.

“Ha! Did the cops really send some puny little girl after us?! We supposed ta be scared of you, hon?”

Kyoko shivered at the words playing in her head as she opened the back door and stumbled down the hallway. While she did manage to successfully turn the criminals in to the police (making Takaaki Ishimaru promise he wouldn’t tell her father), she sustained a badly bruised arm and a bleeding leg from the encounter. She was expecting them to fight back, but she didn’t except to be injured so badly. As she continued to stumble down the hallway in an attempt to make it to the nurse’s office, the sheer pain in her leg stung so badly that she wobbled and collapsed to the ground, letting out a loud grunt. She did her best to get back up, but found the pain too much to fight against. So, she continued to crawl down the hallway, feeling slightly dizzy from her injuries.

“Keep… going, Kyoko. You’re almost there���”

The sound of a door being creaked open could be heard. Dear god, she wasn’t intending to wake anyone up.

“Dammit…”

Teruteru jolted up from his bed gasping as he heard a load thud outside his room, he groans as he rubs his eyes slipping out of his bed.

“Who could that be at this hour” he thought to himself grabbing a flashlight and quickly adjusted his red pyjamas, before he tip toe to the door.

His heart raced as he shakily cracked open the door as Teruteru mind begin to play tricks “I hope it‘s not burglar or something even worse maybe it just a mouse yeah” he tells himself.

He took a peak outside as he flashes his flashlight across the halls to spot an unconscious Kyoko with a blooded leg oozing out on the floor, he rushes over to her.

“Oh my gosh, a maiden in need” whispered Teruteru as he lifts her up by her shoulders slightly to drag her toward his room.

he lays her on the soft carpet, while he began digging under his bed looking for the first aid kit under the many, many, many porno magazines and a few some shojo mangas in the mix.

“Aha, I found it” yelled Teruteru quitely but it was loud enough to awaken his unconscious guest.

[jaycewrites-192000]

So Much In Common

Summery: Chifuyu meets a really cute worker at a bookstore. Who knew he'd have some much in common with them?

Paring(s): Chifuyu Matsuno x Reader

Rating: SFW

Warning(s): None

He'd go to the same bookstore every weekend, looking for the newest addition to his favorite manga series or to see if there was anything new he'd be interested in. Every weekend would be the same, he go, check out what they had for an hour or so, buy whatever he saw, then left. But this time...there was a slight change in his routine...

The ringing of the tiny bell in the doorway was an all too familiar one to Chifuyu. It was the only thing that interrupted the silence of the store, other than the soft music that played on a low setting in the background. He walked in and went straight to the section of the store he knew best, Manga and Anime.

His face lit up as he found just what he was looking for. The newest addition to his favorite Shojo manga. He picked it out and made his way to the check out. The person manning the register had their face hidden in a book, one he recognized.

"Cool series huh?" He said with a light chuckle.

The person reading gasped before setting the book down, a pink blush dusted their face. "I'm so sorry about that!" They quickly apologized. "W-were you uh...did you need something?" They asked.

Chifuyu smiled softly before putting the book down onto the counter. "Just this for today thanks." The person nodded before scanning the book and handing it back to him. "That'll be 8.35 please."

"What? Normally this would cost 10:35. Is there a discount today or something?" He asked as he placed the money into their hand.

"Mhm. Today books under 11 dollars are on sale....d-did I not put the sign up?" They look out the window, there was no sign at all. "Oh shoot! My boss is gonna kill me..."

"Are you new here?" Chifuyu asked, trying not to laugh at them. "Yeah, I started a few days ago. Honestly I've been a bit distracted lately." They say as the glance at the book they were previously reading. "I use to come here a lot, like almost every day, then when I saw they were hiring part timers, I just couldn't pass it up...Um..." They trailed off.

"I saw you here last week...you looked like you got hurt."

"Hm? Oh yeah hehe. That's a long story." Chifuyu rubbed the back of his head. "Don't worry about it it's all good. So, I guess I should introduce myself, since you've seen me before already."

"The name's Chifuyu Matsuno, nice to meet you." He said with a grin.

The person behind the counter met his grin. "Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you too."

Since that day, Chifuyu was a bit more excited to come to the bookstore, he'd even go after school during the week. Turns out, he and Y/n had a lot more in common then he thought they would. For example, they both liked the same manga series, and even gushed and ranted over how good the mc was.

They had grown to be good friends, even exchanging numbers to hang out whenever Y/n was busy with their job.

"So you're in a gang? Toman?" Y/n asked as she stroked Peke J, Chifuyu's cat, tiny head. "Yeah. I figured I should tell you at some point." From the tone of his voice, he seemed to be a little ashamed to admit it. Not ashamed of the gang was in, of course not. But rather, how would you feel about this? Would you not want to be involved with a person like him after knowing that?

"I'm not upset at all. If that's what you're worried about."

Chifuyu looked up at Y/n, surprised. "You're not?" He asked. "Nah. I mean, I think I can tell if a person is good or bad after talking to them for a little. And you haven't shown any bad traits, even though you're part of a gang. You're so kind and gentle Chifuyu...it's nice." Y/n softly smiles.

Chifuyu felt his cheeks grow warm, and his chest flutter. "W-well, I'm not to gentle with the people I fight. So uh, don't get me wrong. I can mean if I need to be."

Y/n giggles. "Yes, I'm sure you could. Otherwise I don't know if you would be considered gang material." Chifuyu nods. "Yep. Mikey would have turned me away in a second if that were the case."

"Maybe you can introduce me sometime."

Chifuyu didn't know how to respond to that, so taking his silence as a sign, Y/n waved their hand in a dismissive fashion. "Just kidding."

"N-No it's...I mean, I guess you could. But uh, I'm not gonna lie. The people in Toman are a little uh...odd." But that's part of the reason he loved them all. "I think we should start small, maybe I can introduce you to my captain and best friend. His name's Baji, he's a bit of a nutcase but you'll learn to get use to his ways."

"That sounds like a plan." Y/n placed their hand over his own, making his finger twitch slightly. "I'm glad I get to be a part of your life, even if just a little. Thank you for being my friend Chifuyu."

Chifuyu offered them a kind smile. "Same goes for you, Y/n..."

[gentil-minou]

omg mdzs!!!!!! congrats to see you getting into that!! do you have a fav character?

God the better question is WHO DONT I LIKE????

obviously obsessed with Wei Wuxian the prettiest little shit ever. He is nicknamed Bestie. I have a lot of feelings about him but mostly I think he is shojo manga heroine levels of wonderful and I love him for that.

Then we got Lan Wangji who has some of the BEST sass. I loved him in the drama because his acting was so good despite so few lines, but omg in the book is is AMAZING. The scene where they play tag bdsm style??? Obsessed he is baby. Also the novel makes me think he's ASD coded which makes me very happy yes.

His nickname is Boyfriend because of course. He is also shojo manga levels of heroine and hero and he rocks it. I will gift him many bunnies and ribbons to tie up wwx with sjsjfjjs.

I could watch them watch each other for hours ajdjjdjsjjd I'm usually good at not shipping real life people but god....please give me strength their bts videos are just sjfjkakfkks.

Then we get the other characters who all have important nicknames as well. Wen Ning is Puppy Bestie because he is a puppy. Im honestly in shock that his actor is actually one of the oldest cast members because um what????? This baby be 30+?????

I loved him and his sister so much and was so upset that her death was just like off screen????? Excuse me????? For my queen?????

She is Queen Bestie of course. I worship the ground she walks and honestly I need fix it fics. Also her friendship with wwx was so good????? Like I just wanted them to bffs why did they do her dirty whyyyyy.

Jiang Cheng is Angry Bestie. I don't need to explain myself. Boy needs therapy. I will not be the one offering it to him though he too much for me.

Or just give him bunnies I guess. I wish we spent more time on him and wwx reconciling but thats what fics will be for!

The youth kiddos are baby besties. A-Yuan gets an extra high pitched squeal added to his name because he is extra baby

I can't decide if they are my favorite but I'm so excited for all the fics about them being a family SO EXCITEDHDJFJKS (send recs if you got any btw)

Took me a while to warm up but Jin Ling was great and his scenes with wwx was just so much fun to watch. Also the actor is like the same age as lwj's and I'm like????? The skill to act that much like a whiney teenager. Amazing.

(Please send me fics where his parents are alive I need them I need them like air)

(Also side note: making the fearsome historied terrifying Yiling Patriarch afraid of doggies???? Genius!!!!)

Jiang Yanli made me sob so many times cause I spoiled myself early to not get attached to the characters who die but then of course I was an idiot and got attached anyways. She is Soup Bestie or Sister Bestie. Depends on the day.

The best part of their dynamic was me realizing I have chaotic middle child energy like wwx. And she's such a good big sister like she made me want to call my own and tell them I love them and thanks for making that god awful kraft Mac and cheese with soy sauce and Broccoli and did I mention I cried a lot? Like so much (please send fix it fics kthnx)

Lan Xichen is Brother Bestie but honestly he should really be the Number 1 Wangxian Shipper and Wingman.

Boy knew his lil brother was pining over a dead evil guy for decades and supported him. We stan.

I just realized I didn't give Nie Huisang a nickname oops but also i saw somewhere that his idea of faking incompetence so other people will get shit done is genius. I love him, I want to be him. Hence forth he shall be known as Girlboss Bestie.

^me every goddamn day of my adult life.

I kinda hate myself for this but I also have a soft spot for Xue Yang. He's such a petty little piece of shit but also his crazy and evil vibes were just so good. I think I wouldn't have felt the same way if I read the novel version first instead if the drama, but god did I love the way this actor brought him to life. He is called Psychotic Bestie and he wears that title with pride.

This scene did so many things to me it must have been bait but yes twas I, the baited.

Would personally like to sue mxtx for the emotional abuse that was the Yi City arc thank you. Blissfully ignoring canon to say that the moment Song Lan left that city A-Qing and Xiao Xingchen came back to life from the power of gay vibes and found family alone thank you very much.

I can't fit anymore gifs but the short answer is I love everyone I'm so deep deeeeeep deep in this and I think I'll be in here for a while

[mairyuu]

💕 + subkam

@traditionalartist (this is my other acc) @thiective since I got 3 subkam asks and this was first one, I’ll be replying here. They’re getting popular :D

I wrote this mainly with X timeline in mind, but I added other AUs somewhere in between. Since long + some nsfw I’ll keep it under-cut:

How did they meet?

In X they met after Kamui fell into catatonia. Subaru went within his heart and mind to try to persuade Kamui to come back to reality. Perhaps, beside obvious shared experiences and general compatibility, that’s also why they bonded instantly - because Kamui felt like he already let Subaru see depths of his soul, so there was no reason to conceal anything from him. In Horitsuba however, it was something out of shojo manga. One tripped down stairs and fell on top of another or something like that. Bonus if accidental kiss.

Who flirted with who first?

Both and neither? Subaru has no idea how to flirt so even if he said something flirtatious it was accidental (Kamui blushed that day away however). Kamui wasn’t bold enough to even try at first. Then gradually gained courage to compliment Subaru or tell him how much he cherish him. Subaru liked those compliments and confessions of devotion yet was uncomfortable at first by it because he doesn’t view himself as anything ‘good’ or ‘worthy of affection’ and privately assumed Kamui was idealizing him. Some of that turned to be true, but just after initial idealized view crushed down by reality of how flawed Subaru actually was, Kamui started loving him for real. Physical touch was never an issue between them however, they never shy away from it.

Was it love at first sight or a slowburn romance?

Interest and connection on first sight but feelings developed over time. So something in between. Kamui caught crush in next to no time, but it took him some time to fall in love actually as mentioned above. Still he fell before Subaru did, but he was gradually opening up more and more too. Certainly had a soft spot for Kamui.

Did they start dating right away or were they friends before things became romantic?

They were friends at first. Then emotional intimacy soared past above what ‘regular friendship’ ought to be like. But neither of them have much common sense so to them cuddling on bed with someone for half an hour is your normal friendship thing to do. After they realized they were dating not much changed, except open words of affection and kisses.

What was their first date?

Not much different from their regular hanging-outs (which were dates, just they didn’t know it). Kamui was nervous because of “officially dating” status. It lasted 5 mins however because Subaru noticed his anxiety, instinctively wanted to ease the discomfort, cupped Kamui’s cheek and asked what’s wrong. Kamui explained after some stuttering and evading the topic. Subaru ruffled his hair, kissed forehead and told Kamui he doesn’t have to worry about such things as long as he is in question. It eased Kamui’s worries and date continued tension-free.

What are their favourite things to do on date nights?

Since they’re both introverts they either go somewhere secluded (like coffee shops, parks, places on campus etc.) or stay inside. It’s dinner night (ofc Kamui cooks something), then silent cuddling on sofa; they enjoy each other’s company in relative silence. They even fell asleep like that once.

Do they still go on dates after being together for a while?

They do, but frequency depends on whether they live together. If they don’t, then beside sleepovers and drop-bys they regularly go on dates. If they live together than probably bit less. In case of post!X, Sakurazukamori!Subaru would probably want to keep his whereabouts a secret thus him and Kamui would regularly go on late night dates. Late dinner at local restaurant, long walks around the city until they end up in vacant park late at night. Some heart-to-heart talk or just wordless touch and comfort. Subaru would offer to walk him home afterwards.

What is their love language?

Comforting touch and silent reassurance. Words do provide comfort as well, but it’s mostly silent gestures that spell “I’m here for you, you’re not alone” that mean most to them.

Who kissed who first?

Kamui did. He kissed either in moment of desperation or after he became so overwhelmed by love that he couldn’t keep it in check anymore. In TRC it was Subaru after seeing Kamui stare at him with devotion and affection for nth time already; it encouraged him. Then it was - “Kamui can i try something? You can pull way any second if you don’t like it”

Who started the relationship?

Subaru couldn’t accept the confession at first, but he didn’t reject it either. He offered things such as “I’m no good for you, you deserve better”. Kamui got angry, not because of dismissal, but because Subaru thought of himself like that. They got into semi-fight, didn’t speak for few days, then eventually made-up and decided to give dating a try.

Monogamy or Polyamory?

Monogamy

Are they/do they plan on getting married?

Is gay marriage a thing in Japan? I don’t think they can legally get married but they live together and share everything with each other so it’s as close to being married as they can get.

Who proposed? Was it a yes or no?

Subaru suggested one day while cuddling on sofa that they can get each other rings. Nothing extravagant or too eye-catching, just simple silver rings. Kamui shouted yes instantly, then grinned for rest of the week.

Do they want kids? Who brought it up first?

In TRC no, for very obvious reasons. In X also no, given the apocalypse, Kamui’s age and all things going on in manga. In post!X scenario where world is saved, maybe a decade later they might consider adopting a kid but it depends on their mental states (how trauma affected them till then; they’d probably worry if they’re competent enough to take care of a child emotionally and mentally) and Subaru’s job. In Horitsuba however, there are no such drawbacks so they’d probably adopt a kid when in late twenties.

Do they already have kids, together or from previous relationships?

They don’t.

Do they have any routines/rituals in their relationship?

Every morning they cuddle in bed before getting up. No coherent words except brief sweet nothing into ears followed by tender caresses. If Subaru wakes up before Kamui he'd gaze at him lovingly, place a peck on forehead and get up. If it's Kamui, he'd seek warmth and snuggle up to Subaru, then purr delightfully. If post!X, then whenever Subaru returned from his assassination jobs, Kamui would detect his low mood and allow him space for hour or two. Then he'd wordlessly embrace Subaru, silent reassurance that he'll always be loved despite everything. They spend half of night like that. Subaru never commented anything, but Kamui knows being shown unconditional acceptance is something he privately cherishes.

How do they take care of each other when they are sick/hurt?

Kamui had better immune system and somewhat takes care of himself so he's more likely to get injured than sick. Subaru is systematic about taking care of him. Is concerned and worried (especially about how easily Kamui breaks bones) but deep down knows Kamui would be alright due to his powers. He dotes on Kamui, holds his hand and strokes hair while he's asleep. If possible, that devotion makes Kamui get better sooner. Subaru however, due to self neglect (he still has tendency to hide from Kamui, but not as much as before) he sometimes collapses or suffers from magical backlash. Kamui gets really worried and somewhat panicky. He refuses to leave Subaru's side until be gets better. Subaru reassures him he'll be fine but privately melts at devotion and affection.

How do they like to spend time together?

Study dates! Gazebo on campus became safe haven to them, because when there both of them are present in a moment rather than caught up in past tragedies or what is to come. It gives them sense of normalisy. In case one got injured, other will be by bed side as much as possible. Also ice cream dates are a must! They both prefer quiet settings where they can have their peace, so anywhere they can have their own ‘little space’ is a nice place to go.

What are their favorite non-sexual forms of intimacy?

Comforting touch and words of reassurance. Cuddles provide them with solace and passes ‘You can allow yourself to be vulnerable for a little while’ as silent message. They sometimes resort to mushy talk but both tend to get embarrassed by exaggerated love declarations so they use it as teasing only. Subaru loves caressing Kamui’s hair and face; Kamui instantly leans into touch and lets out hums of approvals (or purrs). Similarly Kamui loves cuddling into Subaru’s body warmth, so if they’re embracing each other Kamui would snuggle into his chest. Subaru finds it adorable. Subaru on other side, loves handholding; Kamui found that out in next to no time and ever since used every chance to entwine their fingers together. Even during tutoring seasons.

What are some of their favorite things about their partner?

Kamui loves how patient and caring Subaru is and how he always manages to find a right thing to say when Kamui is feeling low. Sometimes Subaru just knows no words would fix the situation so he just cuddles him and shows him that he’s there. On more mundane things, Kamui adores watching Subaru sleep; generally loves seeing him relaxed and not melancholic for once. Also Subaru once smiled for real and Kamui thought his heart might stop. As much as Subaru adores Kamui’s cute and uncertain side, he loves seeing him bold and resolved. It doesn’t happens often so when it does Subaru cherishes it even more. Subaru finds Kamui ethereally beautiful and sometimes catches himself staring at Kamui (who adores it privately).

How do they comfort the other when they are upset?

Tender touch, kind words and tiny silent gestures. We’ve seen in X how Subaru offered comfort so naturally, but it’s a bit trickier when Kamui tries to reciprocate. Subaru doesn’t believe he deserves comfort and tries to deflect it. It took Kamui a bit to realized what Subaru was doing, and then a bit longer to understand why. Since then he decided to be discrete about offering Subaru comfort so his ‘ah, this is too much for someone as ‘worthless’ as me, I don’t deserve it’ alarm wouldn’t go off. He prepares meals Subaru likes, gives him massages and silently hugs without asking why he’s feeling low out of sudden, thanks him for little things he’s done before; even sometimes says “I love you, even if you think you’re not worthy of it”.

Who buys the other spontaneous gifts?

Subaru. Kamui does sometimes too, but it’s minor things such as food (because he just knows Subaru sometimes forgets to eat) or house items such as decors. He just, doesn’t have money for anything more expensive. Subaru however, he lacks common sense about what reasonable prices for things are, especially clothing (ahem, Hokuto’s doing). He’d see a necklace that’s totally overpriced, think how elegant it’ll look on Kamui and buys it as a gift. Kamui is speechless by such gifts of course. Once Subaru forgot to remove price tag from piece of jewelry, Kamui saw how much it cost and nearly died on spot, both from shock and realization how much he was cherished and doted on.

What position do they sleep in?

Usually cuddled together: Subaru wraps arms around Kamui’s frame and brings him into his chest; Kamui snuggles beneath his chin and holds onto Subaru’s shirt. Sometimes Subaru falls asleep on back and Kamui cuddles into his side, places head on chest and listens to heartbeat; it calms him down and lures into slumber too.

Do they bathe/shower together?

Yes. Showers are usually brief (unless they’re doing something else there) while baths serve as relaxation to them. They don’t take long baths together often but when they do, they stay there cuddled for at least an hour.

Do they do anything else in the bath/shower other than wash?

They had sex few times in a shower. Subaru would be taking a shower and Kamui would knock on door asking if he can join; if tone wavers, Subaru knows what Kamui really wants. They’d either get each other off, or Kamui would wrap legs around Subaru’s waist, Subaru would pin him to wall and take him. Once they’ve gotten into an argument and Subaru went into shower to cool head off; Kamui was having none of silent treatment stuff and went after him. Emotional pent-up frustration turned into sexual, Kamui shoved him into wall and started kissing and groping rather roughly. Then provoked Subaru into being rougher and more dominant as well. In the end Subaru pushed him face into shower wall and took firmly. They once tried sex in bath - didn’t account how thrusts would splash water onto tiles. Instead of having fun they ended up cleaning up bathroom. Never again.

In the bedroom - Vanilla, a little spice, or kinky af?

All three. In beginning it was only vanilla, until they got comfortable not only with each other, but own body and desires as well. Little by little kinks were introduced (mainly by Kamui but Subaru gladly accepted it all). All until Subaru ended up handcuffed to bedframe and blindfolded one night. Kamui went down on him and edged for an hour. After that there was no stopping them kinks, not when Kamui’s hormones were raging and Subaru discovering his repressed kinks and fetishes. However from time to time they have emotional or comforting sex, where they mainly focus on love and passion. So in the middle ground: little spice.

In TRC and Horitsuba they switch regularly, but Subaru tops a bit more often since he has more patience and endurance than Kamui. In X since Subaru is older (and Kamui discovered he has a thing for submitting and being dominated by him, yes thank you) and has more calm patient demeanor, he also tops more often. But curiosity got best of both, so Subaru coaxed Kamui into topping him few times. Even if Kamui dreamed sometimes secretly about it himself, he was uncertain of both own skill and Subaru’s comfort. Subaru reassured him during sex that he’s enjoying it. They savor little dynamic shift from time to time.

For applicable ships - who tops/bottoms?

For applicable ships - who is more dominant/submissive?

They often have sex where both have equal amount of power, so to speak. But when dom/sub undertones settle in, they switch about roles. If Kamui is feeling bold, he’d either seduce Subaru, dominate him, then climb into lap and ride like a champion, or he’d lose it completely, push Subaru down and have his way with him. Either topping or bottoming, Subaru gladly submits and enjoys every second of Kamui’s bolder side. Kamui sometimes provokes Subaru into taking the lead too; coy behavior, revealing or suggestive clothing, alluring touch or overall being desirable. When bait is taken, Subaru would be more upfront and dominant, Kamui would melt and yield instantly. Subaru is usually calm, composed and somewhat passive - seeing him out of sorts and authoritative is major turn-on for Kamui.

What is their favorite sex position?

They prefer to face each other during sex, that way they notice every change in expression, intake every silent grunt and emotion flashing over face. It’s the ‘show me everything, I want to see it all’ sort of thing, as well as byproduct of affection and devotion they share. Beside that they love to wrap arms around each other and sometimes even kiss during sex (if they’re not to breathless, but even then messy make-out is more than welcomed). So either Kamui ridding or one laying on top of another.

Do either of them enjoy bringing sex toys into the bedroom?

Yes, but not all. They avoid impact play toys, such as whips, floggers (unless used for stimulation) or things that can turn dangerous. Kamui loves penetrative/anal toys, such as vibrators, dildos, butt plugs (fever dream of his that he’s too embarrassed to even consider suggesting - fur tail butt plug) and restraining gear such as handcuffs or straps - it’s because he enjoys giving up control and showing Subaru how much he trust him. Subaru shares those kinks too. He enjoys toys that serve as sensory deprivation such as blindfolds or bondage; especially if combined with body worship, that really gets him going, especially if he’s one restrained. Kamui loves being tied up too but has far less patience. Once Subaru used cock-ring on him and Kamui got so frustrated that tears of total desperation emerged on eyes’ corners. Subaru was alarmed by that (even if nothing serious happened, just a reflex) that he put halt to things. They’d probably try it some time again after Kamui works on self-control a bit more.

Favorite place to have sex?

Any soft surface such as bed or couch (even carpet can do it).

Most adventurous place they’ve had sex?

In TRC they probably had more sex in risky places than in private ones. They probably did it in a forest, in a desert, in river or some cave, out on filed in middle of the night. In acid Tokyo word probably behind some stone slab after three years of separation. In X either in school library (between bookshelves or closet room next to it) or in Seals’ dorm while everyone is there. During lunch Kamui did something to accidentally arouse Subaru on sight. He blushed slightly, excused himself and went into bathroom. Kamui put two and two together, got turned on by turning Subaru on and couldn’t resist following him. They had to be really quick and really really quiet. Kamui still wonders somedays if Sorata and Karen know what happened that afternoon.

How often do they fight? What about?

Not often. They don’t fight over mundane minor stuff. But when they do it’s probably fight triggered by something relatively minor but actually indicator of major issue. Which usually come down to one being self-destructive, Kamui being stubborn from time to time or Subaru implicitly distancing himself by habit. For example: Subaru visibly neglects his own wellbeing (not sleeping, skipping meals) and becomes sort of depressed (punishing and harming himself due to trauma). Kamui gets worried, tries to point thing out and mentions how Subaru promised he would take care of himself for both their sake’s; but Subaru distances himself and deflects the issues (becomes dissociated completely). Kamui, being so young and raw, lashes out due to feeling hurt and says something rash in heat of a moment. Subaru would pull back into self-destructive barrier even more then. Kamui would engage in self-punishing and isolating behavior too; until Subaru comes to him (maybe even after few days) and points out how it hurts seeing Kamui like that, how both of them are hypocrites and how he wants to try to get better for Kamui’s sake but still can’t find self-worth to do so for own. Kamui apologizes for angry outbursts, being insensitive in a moment and explains himself too: how he wants to offer Subaru space but is hurt when Subaru distance himself and closes off. Those issues root deep, they can’t be changed overnight, wounds might never heal, but at least they’re openly talking about it now; neither of them are abandoned to own pains and hardships anymore.

Have they ever broken up?

If they started dating during X timeline, then post Rainbow Bridge would be type of implicit ‘don’t seek me out, you’re better off without me’ type of break-up. However following what I wrote above, if such fight occurred it’s possible Kamui would break up with Subaru in a heat of a moment or that Subaru would once more decide that Kamui is better of with someone who’s not “broken and sick” like he is (depression, on top of trauma and low self-worth would cloud Subaru’s mind, make him hyperfocus on own ‘worthlessness’ and how Kamui ‘deserves better’; so thought that he’s selfishly deciding what Kamui wants wouldn’t cross his mind due to bad mental state because he sees no reason why Kamui would want to stay with him). Break up might last some time, especially if Subaru went into seclusion, but they’d instantly crave each other’s company. After gathering courage and pinning hard and long enough, Kamui would seek Subaru out and after some difficult talk and maybe even tears they’d make up.

Messy breakup, amicable split, remain friends, ride or die or til death do us part?

It’d be silent breakup if tragedy in X separates them, or Subaru takes role as Sakurazukamori and totally disappears from Kamui’s life (in misguided attempt to protect Kamui but also himself since it’s ‘better’ for him to close off than risk to be emotionally hurt again). If they meet again they might start off as friends however but yearning and leftovers of feels would persist. Whether they’d act on those emotions and tension is debatable (depends on many factors). But otherwise it’s ride or die type of thing - “anything and everything for you”

[kuroos-world]

The Bookshop Keeper - Dabi mini series

Masterlist A/N: thank you for reading ! :) lmk if you want to be tagged !

Pt.1 EC Pt.3 Pt.4

Ever since your official introduction Dabi comes in more frequently. Often the two of you stay way past closing, discussing books you’re reading and theories you have about certain lines. Recently though you’d been reading lots of poetry, which you read aloud and Dabi listened intensely. Your voice was so soothing to him and he loved the way you annunciated your words. One night while you’re reading poetry, you sneak in some of your own. ‘Casually’ asking Dabi his thoughts on it, and when he realizes it was an original he’s elated. Demanding to read everything you’ve ever written, he’s so impressed and loves how intelligent and knowledgeable you are. Really though he’s just happy you trust him enough to read your innermost thoughts, and he learns so much about you through it. Pains you’ve hidden from others, topics that are important to you, how deeply you're capable of loving, and so much more. You become his escape from reality, and he was yours.

No matters what struggles you faced during the week, the two of you could always come to one another and relax. Whether it be reading in silence next to each other (which was Dabis favorite) , venting about the problem (mainly you) or distracting yourselves with talking about anything. He even stayed with you on long nights when you had to update your records or check inventory. Dabi became your most trusted friend, he knew practically everything about you, and even though he never talked about his personal life you felt like you really knew him too. But the closer you grew the more worried Dabi became. He feared his life with the LOV would catch up to him or worse you, he wanted to keep you as far away from that as possible.

“Dabi?” Your voice is so soft as you call out to him.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He asks from across the aisle. Tonight the two or you were unboxing and shelving a new edition of shojo manga, “Thanks for always keeping me company,” you’re smile is sweet and pure, Dabi chuckles, “anytime”

“I really like hanging out with you, mm, maybe though we can hangout outside the shop too?” Your tone is hopeful but you catch his gaze, Dabi stares at you with a blank face. He knows he has a mission coming up so he probably won’t be around for a while anyways “...or not” your voice falters but you smile at him to show you’re not upset. “Uh I mean I’d like to but I can’t for now” you nod and busy yourself with shelving the new books. He leaves soon after and you mentally kick yourself, ‘ he probably doesn’t want to or maybe he just doesn’t like being around me as much as I like being around him’ you lock up shop walking home quietly ‘only 2 blocks’ you tell yourself. You’re too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice the shadowy figure trailing behind you. He walks slowly mentally scolding himself for being so cold to you, but also for barely realizing you walk home alone every night. ‘I always stay late with you, dangerous and this idiot hasn’t even realized I’m following, ugh why don’t you ever say something?’ He thinks as he watches tensely as you walk into your apartment before walking away.

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You haven’t seen Dabi in about two weeks, you were worried you overstepped your boundaries. You sigh feeling lonely as you close up shop for the night. There was a quiet knock on the back door, you opened up to see Dabi. He was breathing heavily, his turquoise eyes wild with adrenaline, he’s holding his side leaning into the frame. His whole demeanor had changed from the quiet pensive man you knew to a cocky bastard, he smirks looking down at you, “can I come in?” He asks his voice full of arrogance, but you side step anyways. The two of you walking towards your office, “what happened?” You sounded so worried it was almost enough to bring Dabi down from the high he currently felt, “don’t worry about it-,” he sighs and you feel a change in him once again as he sits scratching his neck awkwardly, “uh I just need to lay low for a few hours, can I stay here?” You nod, “course you can” you touch his side and he hisses, your eyebrows furrow and you reach out to him. He lets you, watching you tentatively, you pull up his shirt seeing his scars but also a giant bruise forming right under. You stare at him eyes full of worry and pain for him, “ ‘s okay hun, I’m fine, I just need to lay low,” He was so excited to see you after his mission he completely forgot he’d have to lie about where he’d been and why he needed to hide out. The main reason he came here was because he’d rather hide out in a place he could feel close to you. He sits back in your comfy chair, eyes even more tired than you’ve ever seen. “stay with me tonight,” you say the words before your brain can even process them, Dabi still laying back, opens one eye, peaking at you. Once he sees the pink in your cheeks and the seriousness in your eyes he nods. The two of you walk side by side avoiding the open roads or anything with too many lights and people. When you arrive at your apartment your heart is racing, Dabi walks in behind you, his mouth hung open in surprise at the wall of books you had, filled from top to bottom. “Um so it’s not much but this is the living room, the kitchen is there, the bathroom is on that side and my room is through here,” you point everything out to him and walk into the room with Dabi right behind you, he laughs when he sees another small bookshelf by your bed, “those are your favorite ones right?” He asks seeing how worn most of them are and noticing a few familiar titles, your face heats at his words, “yeah.. I like to have them close” the innocence in your voice drives Dabi mad, you’re too cute. “Anyways, you can stay in here and I’ll take the couch” you smile at him, “y/n” his tone is stern and his eyes meet yours, “I know you read a lot of romance so not to be cliche but, we’re adults we’re more than capable of sharing a bed,” you give him a sheepish look, and he laughs loudly, more than you’ve ever heard him laugh. “Dabiii, I knoww,” you huff and he laughs louder, a full belly laugh, Your heart skips a beat at the beautiful sound, and he teases you some more. His demeanor was no longer cocky but also not as pensive as usual, he seemed more in his element, more comfortable than in the shop. He looked like he belonged here, teasing your embarrassed state, and laying in bed next to you with a book in his hand.

You leave him laying in bed while you go shower, you come back changed and sleepy. You yawn as you crawl in next to Dabi, who was still reading. He turns his attention away from the book, “y/n” he waits to have your full attention before continuing, “I appreciate you letting me stay with you,” he smiles, so kindly at you, you return the smile, “anything for you” he smiles wider, “read to me” he whispers, his face inching closer to yours “okay” you respond whispering too. He hands you the book, you open your mouth to read but he stops you, “come here” he pulls you to him. He leans against the headboard and sits you between his legs, you lay back against his chest, looking up at him in the dim light. He smiles down at you, playing with your hair, “read hun,” and so you do. The two of you lay like that you reading and him listening playing with your hair, happy to be in the blissful world you create.

You continue to read until you can barely keep your eyes open, Dabi takes the book from your hands placing it to the side and turning the light off, as your body relaxes into his,

“Y/n, lovely as ever,

Kind as can be,

You’re so very clever,

Please always stay with me”

he laughs at his own sappiness, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head.

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Muku + Azami headcanons

For lovely @skateboarding-poet!

It’s my first time writing a rareship but I had so much fun! These two are just so precious, I love them to pieces. Please enjoy! 💕

This ship is basically nonchalantic innocence meets bubbly dreamland and is gorgeous.

Azami might not get why Muku likes reading shojo so much, but while he can feel he’s going to hell just from hearing all the indecent things his boyfriend has read... he won’t judge too much overall.

Muku likes them and they are important to him, so now they are important to Azami too within certains limits of course

Others are not extended the same courtesy though, a.k.a Sakyo

Both of his personalities are pretty calm and chill so whenever they go on dates it’s all about walking around Veludo to shop for make-up and books, visiting animal cafes or just staying at the dorm in each other’s rooms.

Muku adores listening to Azami’s voice. He also discovers Azami tends to hum whenever he’s in a good mood so the summer troupe member will usually peak over the manga he’s reading, his heart skipping a beat at the soft sounds.

I also feel like Azami is not really one to expect praises out of nowhere, so when Muku starts compliment him -as the ball of sunshine he is with no filter whatsoever-.

“...Need something?”

“Oh,no! I was just thinking I really love your eyes Azami-kun, they are  beautiful!”

Azami can never anticipate those and becomes an absolute mess.

On a similar note I don’t think Azami is a looks person as much as he is a personality person, but he can’t deny just how pretty Muku is?? 

Everyone in Mankai can see his eyes softening while unconciously staring at the pink-haired helping Izumi with the dishes or laughing at Misumi’s antics and it’s so blatantly clear how in love he is.

Kisses are too much for Azami’s heart at the beginning of their relationship though, maybe a peck on the cheeks in private but he’s NOT a pervert okay??

The first time Muku ever reached out to held Azami’s hand, boy swore his heart stopped.

“Wha-! A-at least wait until we are married dammit!”

“R-right, I’m sorry! I just thought that- um, your hands always look so soft b-but of course my hands are sweaty and they-”

Before he finishes, a pinkie intertwines with his. Muku has never seen the boy’s ears in such a red color “Azami-kun?”

“Just don’t look at me, okay?. God this is so...”

After the initial shock, Muku squeezes back giggling. 

Later that night, both are still glancing at their own pinkies in their respective rooms and im soft about it.

Of course the whole yakuza family knows Muku by now wouldn’t expect less and you better believe that boy will be protected for life. The Sakisaka’s also adore Azami who brings them the best skin products choosen with the utmost care.

Muku asking opinion to Azuma, Yuki and Sakoda gift ideas for Azami for being always so attentive but he’s so lost.

CDs?? Make up? ah, but make up is expensive, and what if he already has them or worst what if he hates them or-

In the end he makes wool felt dolls of them with Omi’s help. 

“A-as I thought it’s really childish, right? I’m sorry I should have just-!”

“Are they for me”

“Uh?”

“The dolls” Azami takes the one that looks like Muku and glances at the young boy.

“Oh! um- yeah!”

The dolls are now sitting next to each other in his desk and NO ONE is allowed to touch them.

Anyway, Muku going starry-eyed whenever he sees Azami’s skills in action.

Also, whenever Azami gets injured or he just genuinely feels tired from rehearsals, Muku takes his hand unconsciously and places a kiss on it and Azami becomes a blushing mess right away.

But in general Muku knows just how reserved Azami is in the romantic aspect and won’t push him out of his comfort zone until he’s comfortable.

Still, Azami will be more likely to show PDA if he senses Muku needs a comforting presence, tiny kisses in his forehead are a must.

All in all it’s a quiet and slow love, but neither of them would change it for anything.

Extra!

Azami had never been good at showing his feelings, or at least that’s what he heard from others since he was young- deadpan face was it?- he didn’t remember much.

Reality though was quite the opposite. He always seemed to feel too much, respond too quick in waves of emotions. His determination and strong fuse if pressed wrongly often gave him troubles so he opted to lay low, or at least, that was before he entered Mankai.

And then- god, then there was Muku, who had amplified those feelings beyond what he thought it was possible.

Much to Azami’s own surprise due to their evident views on love and its approach, the pink-haired boy had become someone who was eager to learn everything about him, who accepted both the good and the bad. Someone who accepted his passion and pride.

“Azami-kun, you are amazing!”

Of course he had fallen in love.

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It was a fuzzy feeling whenever lights were out for the day and Azami still got messages from the young summer member, even if they had said their goodbyes half an hour ago before heading to their respectives rooms. It was the Muku who started them most of the time, usually to rant on him about the last story he was reading in a failed attempt to warm Azami up towards that hell of a perverted genre, but he would lie if he said he hadn’t gotten used to them.

His phone vibrates, a light signaling a new message once again.

What do you think, won’t you consider it? It’s one of the best I’ve read!

Azami rolls his eyes, but there’s a fond smile on his face. His thumb scrolls down softly over the five continuous paragraphs -new record, he also noticed- that consisted the review of Muku’s manga before texting back.

Already told you. Just find me one where there’s no kissing, holding hands or any of that perverted stuff you and that shitty old man enjoy and then I’ll read it.

He could practically visualize the pout forming on Muku’s face as he read his response.

But that kind of shojo manga isn’t romantic at all!

He chuckles. Being in a relationship before marriage was something he had swore wouldn’t happen to him. But his feelings for Muku were real, and he wouldn’t changed them for the world.

Checking the time, he saw it was getting late- they shouldn’t cut more hours for their skin to rest. He was about to write back to notify Muku of his plans to go to sleep when he saw an audio. Turquoise eyes frowned as he tilted his head confused. Muku had never sent him audios before, mainly because they saw each other every day.

He laid back, resting his head on the pillow and clicked on it, vaguely curious.

There it was, that characteristic bubbly voice Azami had learned to distinguish, quieted down probably to not bother Kazunari. Just what-?

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

He definitely jolted and quickly turned to Sakyo’s side, containing his breath until he noticed the annoying snores from his bed. All compose had left him in those three seconds the audio lasted, and Azami swears his chest did a backflip on its own. 

“What the hell...?”

Muku really wasn’t aware of the weigh of his own words.

He stares at the phone, his mind registering what had just happened. Then, as if in a trance, he’s barely aware of his actions before his finger presses the audio again- just one more time.

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

One more time.

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

One more time.

“Sweet dreams-”

One more time.

He could feel the sound of his smile over the phone. The way he drew out his name, so full of affection. His tone was warm and light, and how was he supposed to sleep now, Azami didn’t know.

Groaning, the autumn member covers his face with the back of his hand. Shit, he’s so embarrassed he can feel the heat growing on his cheeks and ears.

He rolls on the bed, taking a quick glance at the few photos of Mankai Omi gave him once to decorate the empty wall. A special warmth showers Azami when he makes contact with those purple eyes, always gentle. They looked back at him with a softness he had rarely encountered before and a smile that made his heart once again leap on his chest.

Oh, he was so done.

“He’s gonna kill me…he’s gonna fuckin’ kill me…”

And yet, he played it once again.

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Wishing everyone a wonderful day!  💕

[liibrii]

A Hijink

Akagi x reader

Genre: Fluff, some badly written pinning 

Warnings: just kids doing stupid stuff, none

Summer training camp. Your favourite week of the year. The one week you spent your meals sitting with other managers, gossiping and complaining over your teams. Even if the days were unbearably hot and you had to endure many sweaty hugs these were your favourite days.

Pratice for the day ended and you just returned from a shower when you hear someone calling your name.

“Y/n!“ You turn to see Akagi strolling over with the most innocent smile you had ever seen on his face. “Y/n, I need your help with a little somethin'.“

You narrow your eyes. The smile might be innocent, but the mischiveous gleam in his eyes gives him away. You already know his request won't go in a direction you’d like. “If it has anything to do with sun cream I'm out.“

“Hm? Oh no, it's somethin' else.“

“You could ask Twins. They'd probably do it.“

“Yeah, but they'll also rat me out if anythin' goes wrong.“ He flutters his eyelashes and you want to kick yourself when your stomach does a flip. Gods, he was so cute. “Besides y/n it won't be half as fun without my trusty sidekick!“ Ah. The trusty sidekick. That would be you. Ever since you introduced Akagi to this little thing called waterproof eyeliner, that made doodling on the faces of sleeping teammates so much more fun, he sought you out every time he got the urge to pull a prank. A part of you would complain, if you didn't enjoy his company so much.

“What do you need?“

He practically beams at you. “We need to go to the kitchen. Come!“ Akagi grabbs your hand and pulls you down the hallway. It was exciting really, sneaking through the hallways, avoiding other players and coaches.

Kitchen was empty as dinner ended hours ago. Door creaks a little when the two of you enter but besides that it's dead silent.

“No lights,“ whispers Akagi, instead pulls out a small torch. Your heart beats fast, not only because you'd get in real trouble if you were caught. He opens the fridge and pulls out a stick of cream cheese and a bottle of mayonnaise. “Y/n can you get me a knife and a spoon?“

You look through a few different drawers before finding them. “What are you doing?“ you peer over his shoulder.

“A little surprise,“ he mummbls, trying to ignore how close you're standing. He pulls a stick of deodorant out of his pocket and you groan. Oh, you know where this is heading.

“No, no Akagi that's a waste of cream cheese.“

Libero smirks while chopping off the top of deodorant, replacing it with cream cheese. “Oh come y/n, it'll be hilarious.“

“Will it?“

Akagi stopps for a moment, then shruggs. “Point taken.“ He fashions the cream cheese in a nice semicircle. If you didn't know it wasn't deodorant you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Whoever was the owner; you feel sorry for them. “A completely new Axe fragrance, fresh and creamy,“ he chuckles.

You barely manage to stifle a giggle. “Now let's get out of here before people start looking for us.“

“No no, y/n we're not done yet. Also I'll need your help with the next one.“

“Right. Do you want me to keep an eye on-“

“Nope, hold this.“ He shoves an empty toothpaste tube in your hands.

“Okay?“

You watch in horror as Akagi squeezes half the bottle of mayonnaise into the tube. “Remind me to never accept any gift from you,“ you mummble.

“Even if it's flowers?“ he asks.

“You'd probably hide a bunch of spiders in them.“

Akagi pretends to be insulted: “Why would I ever do that to you?!“

“For the same reason you're gonna swap someone's toothpaste with mayonnaise?“

“But the difference is I really can't stand that wing spiker from Himeji High, and you I like! So don'tcha worry y/n, there won't be any spiders.“

That makes sense. If he likes you then- oh. OH. Blood immediately rushes to your face and you're infinitely thankful the lights were off.

“There, all done.“ He puts food items back in the fridge, then returns to you and you hand him the unsuspicious looking tube. Akagi grasps your arm. “Wait. There's one more thing we could do.“

Oh there sure was, you think, your mind jumping to one of those scenes you read in shojo manga. “Yeah, get caught if we don't hurry back.“

“Come on y/n, it'll only take a minute.“ He glances around the kitchen then sighs. “No chairs eh? Can't be helped then.“ He looks back at you. “I'll lift you up and you unscrew the light bulb, 'kay?“

Your cheeks flame up and you quickly spin around, hoping he hadn't noticed already. “Like hell I'm doing that!“

“Please? I'll buy you ice-cream! Or coffee! Whichever you like better!“

It really does take so little for you to agree. Part of you wants to ask if it would be a date, but by gods, you don't have nearly enough courage. You sit on Akagi's shoulders, one of your hands tangled in his soft hair, and after he stands, reach for the lightbulb above your head.

“The other way,“ he says when you try unscrewing it with no avail, “But not all the way. Just enough to lose the connection to electricity.“

You do as he instructs. “Now what?“

With you still sitting on his shoulders Akagi walks over to the light switch and turns it on. Bulb flickers then goes back to black. “Perfect!“ he declares.

“Amazing,“ you smile to yourself, still worried about the fact the two of you had been here for quite some time and someone might start looking for you. “Can you put me down now?“

Akagi huggs your legs tighter. “Why? Don't you like feelin' tall?“

“Akagi Michinari I'm giving you 3 seconds and if you don't put me down I will tell Kita it was you who swapped Oomi-sensei's pen for a leaky one.“

“Fine, but then I'll tell him it was you who distracted him for long enough for me to do it.“

“Why am I being blackmailed?“

Akagi laughs and helps you back to the ground. “Because you make it too easy.“

You puff half in anger and half in embarassment. In the last weeks Akagi has dragged you into so many of his antics you'd at the least got suspended if teachers were to find out. It was a stupid thing to do, you knew that. But saying no to Akagi had become practically impossible. “Let's just go,“ you sigh.

While exiting the kitchens Akagi bumps your shoulders together and his fingers brush against yours. “Admit it y/n, you enjoy helpin’ me out.“

You never get the chance to answer.  

“So then,“ speaks Coach Kurosu's voice behind the two of you, ���mind explainin’ what you were doin' in the kitchens?“

[krisdreaming]

Soft hour! Tendou's s/o loves manga; he has someone he talk about Shonen Jump with. And thanks to her, he learns to appreciate shojo manga too. He gives it a try after listening to her laugh at cliches, rant about bad writing, and praise likable characters and relationships.

Omg this!!! I can totally see him being the person who starts out reading it iRoNiCaLlY, and ends up actually kind of entertained by it. It’s a nice change of pace from the usual more intense & suspenseful shonen he reads. PLUS it’s something he can relate with you about, so the two of you end up in these long conversations going on and on about it. Maybe he even takes some ideas from these shojo manga with *ahem* varying degrees of success 😂

☁️soft hours are closed☁️

[melodiesofblueroses]

𝘋𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦

→ 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

• 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Levi loves visiting a certain café in the human world to get away from the chaos in the house of lamentation, although it’s mainly because of the cute barista that works there. 

• 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

• 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: ~1.3k  

• 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱: f!reader

there was a familiar tune that played throughout the quaint coffee shop. it was a soft melody reminiscent of quiet rainy days when one would cuddle up indoors underneath the weight of a few blankets. a rather vivid description, but it fit the atmosphere that the cafe was trying to sell: a relaxed evening with a cup of coffee in hand. for levi, it was a chance to spend a few hours or so away from his obnoxious brothers and the loud crashes often heard throughout the house of lamentation. even he needed some time away from his computer screen and dimly lit room. 

and this cafe provided for the perfect escape: few customers scattered about, a soft jazz instrumental that played overhead in the speakers, and the smell of freshly roasted coffee and baked pastries. not only that, but there was a pretty cute barista that had caught levi’s eye the first time he visited this particular shop. it was quite practically the reason that he kept coming to this shop if we’re being honest, although he would never admit that, not to himself or his brothers. 

besides reading his manga that he often brought along for the journey to the human world, levi loved observing (although it could be classified as staring) the barista whose name he only knew because of the tag she wore on her uniform. y/n. every time he mumbled it to himself levi would shudder, almost as if he had just spoken a forbidden word. it was such a beautiful name, more so because he had never heard of such a name back in the devildom. demons didn’t exactly have names that humans would consider normal. diavolo, asmodeus, barbatos. he was sure that they would receive weird looks if any human had heard of those names. but y/n was different. it was a completely normal name, unlike mammon (he loved to trash on him whenever given the chance). at least levi was a somewhat normal name, not leviathan though. i mean, that one anime character was named levi, wasn’t it cool that he shared a name with him? a bit off-topic but nothing could surpass his love of anime. 

and every time she said his name sent butterflies to his stomach. sure it was a bit of an overkill, especially since she was just calling out his name so that levi could receive his order, but he was a bit of a shut-in so this wasn’t particularly an everyday experience. besides, no human had ever called his name, at least not ones that he was fond of. anime characters couldn’t exactly directly speak to him after all, but those short few seconds where y/n would call out for him would suffice.

you may be wondering, what exactly made levi attracted to her in the first place? and to put it simply, it was her dimples. they were the first features that levi noticed, which managed to shock him considering that he didn’t think of himself as a dimple type of person, er well, demon. it was during his second or third visit to the cafe that levi came across y/n, well, more like took notice of her. specifically, he was waiting for his coffee to finish, and being the impatient social recluse he was, levi decided to just awkwardly wait on the side until his name was called, not wanting to make contact or bother anyone. and when she had handed him his coffee, levi couldn’t help but blush when he saw that smile of hers, especially those dimples. they were just so cute?? sure, he had seen dimples and whatnot before, but hers caught his eye the most. was it because she was cute? maybe. could it be that her smile was distinct from all the other ones he could recall? ehh, that may be stretching it. whatever it was, that smile of hers was so cruel. 

and today, yet again, levi found himself sitting in the cafe, reading a new issue of shojo beat. if his brothers ever found out, there was no question that they would snicker and make rather awful remarks. shoujo manga was just too cute, ok? besides, it helped fill that void in his heart, the one where he longed for a romantic relationship. plus, some of those stories were just too good to not be invested in them. although he did come here to read manga in peace, levi was instead focusing all his attention on y/n, which was nothing out of the ordinary. he often found himself spending more and more time gazing at her rather than focusing on whatever he said he would do (he totally didn’t come to the cafe just to check up on her, nuh-uh).

levi was sure that she had taken notice of him by now, with the weekly visits and ordering the same drink and all. there was no way her memory could be that bad, right? truth be told, if she hadn’t memorized his name by now, levi would be pretty heartbroken. his shoujo manga fantasy of accidentally touching hands which would then cause a chain reaction of him asking her out would never come true then. truly pitiful. then again, what if she rejected him on the spot? i mean, anyone would. he was a social recluse after all, why would anyone want to date him? forget the fact that he was one of the most powerful demons of all time. he was somewhat of an otaku after all.

while he was mumbling rather self-deprecating comments to himself, levi failed to take notice of the fact that his order was almost done. “levi.” that voice never failed to startle him huh. hearing her say his name made levi feel butterflies in his stomach every single time. quickly snapping out of his trance and trying his best to wipe off his blush, levi got up to retrieve his usual order. 

“t-thank you,” he muttered, mentally cursing himself for the hesitation as he had practiced this encounter many times beforehand. it didn’t necessarily help that y/n was smiling at him either, showing off those cute little dimples that made him fall for her. gahh, those dimples were pure evil. avoiding her gaze, levi took his cup of coffee in hand, failing to notice yet again a napkin with a message scribbled across it in black ink. 

“levi,” she called out once more, which nearly gave levi a heart attack. once was already dangerous enough for him, but now she said his name twice? he was sure that y/n was trying to murder him at this point. meeting her gaze, levi noticed her gesture to the napkin on the lid of the cup which had a phone number scrawled over it with a small message.

“call me,” levi read, the words taking a few seconds to register in his mind. his face quickly shifted from one of confusion to shock, a blush quickly settling on his cheeks as he looked up at y/n who was now finishing up another order. levi was basically frozen in place, looking back and forth between the napkin and her, trying to register the fact that someone had just taken interest in him, something that he didn’t think was possible beforehand. 

taking one last look back at y/n and the napkin, levi shoved it in his pocket before speedwalking out the door. y/n, who took notice of his departure, shot him one last smile, which suffice to say, made levi certain of the fact that she was going to be the death of him. curse those dimples.

“ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 ”

[degenerate-yandere]

Yandere Original Characters

Oh you best be sure I used picrews for this, ya girl can’t draw to save her life. Picrews used: (Ray), (Damon).

Anyway, people seemed sort of interested in my ocs so (⺣◡⺣)♡* here they are. Hope y’all like my boys.

Also special thanks to @darlingyanderez​ for inspiring me with her wonderful OCs.

Feel free to ask me anything about them if you’re interested! Please ask I have a lot of cute information for them. 

Also the names are just placeholders at the moment, I’m terrible at naming.

Name: Ray

Height: 183 cm (6′0)

Age: 19

Bio: A reserved, introverted college student with a dream of becoming a renown manga artist - a dream that he hopes will come to fruition from the inspiration his beautiful little muse instills. Suffice to say, he’s utterly obsessive. Skillfully drawn panels litter the walls of his bedroom, each depicting a character that bears a striking resemblance to his darling. Ray draws himself taking them on dates, embracing while they watch the fireworks, exchanging tender kisses; fulfilling every sappy shojo trope his little heart desires. Then, of course, there’s his private collection - the pieces he frantically drew as a wild blush bloomed across his face. Every perverse, deviant fantasy is drawn in intricate detail. He’d love to show them to you, one day.

Ray’s a terribly shy man, so he’s not one to outwardly approach his darling. Instead he opts to watch them from afar. He simply wishes to know everything about them! The route they take home, what their apartment looks like, the kind of clothes they like to wear, what time they to go to sleep... He has a list of ‘reference notes’, a compilation of all their information. Ray just wants to make sure he remains true to the source material. Pictures of his darling line his walls, his favorite one taking permanent residence within his wallet. He could stare at them for hours.

Ray’s apologetic, soft-spoken and nervous, even as he ties his darling to the post of his bed. He’s submissive in that regard; wishing only to dote on his beloved, to take the utmost care of them. He loves to drag them onto his lap as he plays his video games, gush about how cute they, tell them again and again how much he loves them. This man is a tad touch-starved, so he’s very handsy - but any ounce of reciprocation will leave him in absolute bliss. He’ll keep them safe, but more importantly, he’ll keep them his. Ray is gentle, completely adverse to any physical discipline. But he’ll do what’s necessary to keep his inspiration by his side, where they belong.

Name: Damon

Height: 197 cm (6′6)

Age: 22 

Bio: A thug with a troubled past of delinquency which, when coupled with his imposing stature and strong physique, make him quite the intimidating figure. Usually, seeing the fear upon peoples faces while in his presence instills him with a sense of pride. But if his darling avoids him, or flinches away whenever he walks near them, his heart shatters. That dread-filled expression that paints across their beautiful features makes his protective instincts kick into overdrive. Damon wants to keep them safe; to wrap them in his muscled arms and hold them as tightly as possible so that nothing can hurt them. He wants them to see him as their protector, and he’s quick to anger if they don’t.

Romantic rivalry is sure to bring out Damon’s sadistic side - he takes wicked glee in reducing anyone he deems a threat into an unrecognizable pulp. He thinks about showing you all his hard work, maybe you’d be proud of him. He’s quick to grow insufferably jealous, you are his after all. He’s possessive, sure, but what’s to be expected from a man so used to simply taking what he wants?

Damon is not a man of eloquence - he’s gruff and calloused. His actions speak volumes over his grumbled words. He’ll snatch their hand in his larger one, mumbling something about walking them home. Any protests will be outright ignored. He makes it clear how much bigger and stronger he is than you - if he wants something from you, he’s not adverse to simply taking it.

When Damon finally has them all to himself, he’ll be demanding and stern. He makes it clear that they are expected to crawl onto his lap whenever necessary, they are to kiss him and tell him just how grateful they are that he’s protecting them. His punishments are painful and ruthless. He’ll feign apprehension, but there’s a subtle, maniacal glee that he gets from putting them in their place. Just be good for him, and he can make all that pain go away.

[skiyooomis]

After Class

A/N: ahhhh !! this is my first time writing! hopefully you all like it! !!

Character: Suna Rinataro (Haikyuu)

Warnings: fluff, and maybe some bad writing.

you and suna have been dating for a few months now

the days when that he doesn't have practice, he waits for you outside your classroom.

he stood outside your class seeing all the students rush out to go about their days, but he doesn't see you come out.

he assumes that you're talking with your teacher, so decides to wait a few more minutes.

after five more minutes, he gets confused. he doesn't hear any voices talking inside the classroom. were you even in there? maybe you thought he had practice today so you already went home.

he finally decides to walk inside the room, and the sight he saw made his cheeks burn and his eyes soften.

there you were, sleeping soundly on your desk, with your head buried inside your arms. no one had even bothered to wake you up. i mean how could they actually, you looked so cute like that.

"what an idiot." he mumbled to himself. he walked towards your desk where your soft snoring could be heard more clearly. he clicked his tongue at you, knowing that you probably pulled an all nighter last night. he's told you to stop doing that, but you never listen to him.

he turns the chair from the desk in front of you and sits on it, silently staring at you in awe. he's always thought you were so pretty since first year. the way you smiled at others, your precious laugh, and most importantly, the way you always put the miya twins in their place when they acted up. that's something he could rarely do.

the sun beaming from the windows and the cherry blossom trees from outside makes the scene look like it belongs on a shojo manga. to any other person, it sort of looks creepy, but he didn't care. he was so in love you. he wondered if you're in love with him too.

he sighed, realizing that he should wake you up before you both miss the train. he tapped on your desk, hoping to wake you up without making too much noise. you stirred around with a groan coming your mouth. he waited a few seconds to see if you would get up, but instead you just fell back asleep.

"jesus, how tired were you?" suna said in a soft voice. he started petting your head, feeling bad that you stay up each night studying to pass every single test you had.

"you really have to stop staying up, you know? it's not good for you. maybe one day you'll fall asleep during a test, then all that studying would be for nothing." he said to you in a soft voice, even though he knew you couldn't hear him.

he looked up at the clock to see what time it was. the train leaves in 30 minutes and it's a 20 minute walk. if you don't wake up soon, you'll both miss the train.

he sighs, deciding to tap on your desk again, but this time harder than before. he waited a few seconds to see if he would have to have to do it again. he felt your head slowly rise up under his palm.

you looked up, squinting because of the sunlight that was shining through the windows. you were so confused on what was going on. your whole body felt heavy and you could barely open your eyes. as the realization hit you, your eyes darted around the room in a panic. "holy shit, how long was i asleep for?", you thought to yourself.

you kept looking around until your eyes landed on suna, who had a tiny smile on his face. your cheeks burned up at the sight of him. how long has he been here?

you buried your face in your hands in embarrassment. how come no one woke you up after class ended? "suna, how long have you been here?" you voice sounded muffled because of your hands. "probably about 20 minutes, i noticed that you never came out your class."

you opened your mouth to speak but got cut off by suna. "y/n, please stop staying up so late. it's not good for you mentally or physically. i don't want to see you fail a test because you slept through it." you could tell his voice was laced with concern with his soft gaze staring at still sleepy face. you slowly removed your hands from your face to look at his. you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach at his words. no one has ever treated you with so much care like he does. your brain doesn't know how to react to it, but you do know that you never want this feeling to go away.

"i- i'm sorry rin, i'm just so scared about this test. i'll try not to stay up anymore." you sighed. you put your hand on his cheek to pull him into a kiss. you both didn't kiss much, but when you did they were tiny pecks with little spark in it. but this kiss was different, it was soft, it was romantic, it screamed love.

you pull away, feeling like you both are the only people in the world right now. your cheeks were burning and the butterflies in your stomach are getting more intense. "you don't have to apologize, i know you just want to pass. if you want, we can both study together." suna stood up grabbing your hand. you leaned down to grab your bag that was under your desk, standing up hand in hand with suna to head home for the day.

you both walked out in class into the empty hallways. it was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence between you two. who knew that you'd be dating the athlete that you've had a crush on since middle school. 14 year old you would've definitely called you a liar.

"hey rin?" your eyes staring at floor as walk closer to the entrance doors. suna felt his heart beat faster at the nickname. "what's up, y/n?" he turned his gaze towards you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"i love you." you whispered in the softest voice. you weren't even sure if he had even heard you, and you really didn't want to repeat it.

it's felt like hours have passed when you said those words to him. is he gonna call you weird? is he gonna laugh it off. maybe you should've waited-

"y/n, i love you too." he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek as he opens the door. you look up, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. yeah, you definitely don't want this feeling to go away.

"now let's get to the train yeah? i'm craving your mom's curry." you playfully hit his arm with giggles that simmers down into a small smile.

"yeah yeah, let's go you giant." you teased. you both walk in the direction of the station, cherry blossom leaves covering the ground you walked on. you continue teasing suna as those words still linger in your head.

he loves you too.

[honeybunny-sawamura]

Chapter 2: 5 Times the Stars Tried to Align & 1 Time it Did

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of harassment (nothing in detail), light swearing (like only twice)

Word count: 5.6k

1. Grocery store

It has been about a week since Daichi had gone with Detective Takei to the skating arena and the young officer will admit that he can’t really get Miss Nozomi Hoshikai out of his mind. He finds himself recalling her performance, her shy smiles, and soft blushes during the lull parts of the day before snapping back to reality and going back to burying himself in work. He had stopped by the ice rink two days ago to get any more information on the perpetrator… And maybe see the pretty figure skater again. But when he asked if she was around, he was told that Miss Hoshikai was away for some training. Daichi couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.

Now, he’s at a grocery store picking up dinner after work. He groans and rolls his shoulders before reaching to grab a pack of beer; today was a long and grueling day and he needed to go home pronto and just relax. He looks into his basket at what he’s got: along with the beer, there’s a couple of instant ramen, pre-made food, and some snacks. He really should be eating healthier, but Daichi figures he’s allowed to have a cheat day after the shit he’s been through today. He compromises with himself and decides to pick up something to actually make for his day off tomorrow: some fluffy pancakes sound nice. He heads into an aisle, looking for a good pancake mix when he notices a young lady trying to reach for something on the very top of the shelves. She’s quite short and he guesses she can barely come up to his shoulders. She’s tippy toeing to try and reach a bag of brownie mix before sighing in slight frustration then trying to jump for it. Daichi lets out an amused huff before heading over to go and lend a hand.

“Can I help you?” he asks when he approaches the young lady. He is pleasantly surprised when she turns around and he sees that it’s Miss Nozomi Hoshikai. Her coffee brown eyes light up in recognition and a small smile graces her face. He feels a flutter in his chest as he takes in how cute she looks without the make-up and ornate figure skating outfit he met her in days before; she looks so cozy.

“Ah, Officer Sawamura. Hello.” She greets with a polite bow.

“Miss Hoshikai.” The officer reciprocates with a small salute then a bow as well. She giggles at his formality then takes in his appearance. Daichi is still in his police attire but he’s also got on a puffy jacket and his cap is nowhere to be seen. Nozomi admits to herself that he looks very handsome in his uniform, whereas she probably looks like a mess in a faded hoodie and threadbare jeans with her hair in a lopsided bun. Just her luck to run in with the dashing Officer Sawamura looking like this.

“I’m a bit surprised to see you. Did you just finish work?” Nozomi tries to start the conversation, pointing out his state of dress. Daichi looks down at himself and then nods with a slight chuckle.

“Yeah. Just grabbing dinner and maybe tomorrow’s breakfast.” he answers and brings up his basket as proof. He somewhat regrets it when Nozomi leans in to peek in his basket with a curious hum; Daichi really wishes he had picked up better things.

“Oh! I like those too!” the skater happily points to some rice crackers he’s got in his basket then grins up at him. He isn’t prepared for that sunny smile and his brain stutters for a moment. Clearing his throat to stop himself from staring at her, Daichi looks over her head to the brownie mix she was trying to reach for earlier.

“So umm…” He starts to say, jutting his chin to the item above her. Nozomi follows his gaze before making a cute ‘o’ with her mouth and flusters a bit.

“Ah yes! Umm… Could you help me? Please?” She asks, tilting her chin down a bit and looking at him through her eyelashes in bashfulness. This makes Daichi’s cheeks burn, throat dry, and palms sweaty. He easily plucks the mix from the shelf and gives it to her, even though he feels like his motions are jerky and robotic. She happily takes it from him and grins at him again.

“Thank you! It’s been a while, but I really like baking! Cookies and brownies especially!” Nozomi tells him. Suddenly, Daichi is imagining her in a cute frilly apron, mixing up some batter while something is already in the oven baking. Interestingly, it’s his kitchen he’s picturing her in.

“I hope my little toaster oven can handle.” She ponders aloud that the officer snaps out of his imagination.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He assures her as he pushes his daydream to the side. The figure skater nods in agreement.

“Thank you again. And thank you for stopping by the arena a couple of days ago! Someone mentioned to me that you came by to check on us.” Her eyes are shining with admiration and the blush on Daichi’s cheek darken.

“Ah yes!  I- I just wanted to get as many statements and evidence as I can. And to make sure you’re all safe.” He explains to her, ducking his head a little and rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand.

“You’re so sweet. Thank you so much.” She tells him with such softness that the flutter in Daichi’s chest grows.

“Zomi? Did you get it?” comes a silky voice down the grocery aisle. Daichi and Nozomi look over to see an alluring and smartly dressed woman approach. The figure skater nods at her and shows the brownie mix while listing off the other things she needs to grab. The other woman listens but throws a glance at Daichi, a perfectly shaped eyebrow lifting in interest. Nozomi notices and introduces them to one another; Shiori, her best friend and Officer Sawamura, the officer helping with the skating arena’s predicament. They greet each other respectively but her best friend looks him up and down as if she were assessing him. He admits the other woman is quite intimidating. Daichi, feeling like he should let the two women finish their shopping, excuses himself but not without grabbing the pancake mix he came for then giving Nozomi a mock salute as a farewell. She laughs at that and salutes him back. As he’s walking away, he thinks he hears a “He’s handsome.” then a cute giggle. If his ears turn red in embarrassment, no one is around to point it out.

2. Bookstore

Daichi scans through the rows of books before looking down at his phone again to read a text Suga had sent him a couple of days earlier. He had gotten a book recommendation from the silver haired elementary teacher and he had promised to try and get into it. Daichi, on occasions, will read during his free time if the book is interesting. So when Suga suggested this one, he thought he’d take a look. His eyebrows furrow as his search seems to be unfruitful. The busy bookstore employee could only point out to where the book could be found before another customer came badgering for help. Daichi figured this is what he gets for going to the main station’s bookstore during rush hour and thought that he could handle looking for the book himself. But after a good couple of minutes looking and no results, Daichi sighs and runs a hand through his hair; maybe he’ll try buying it online.

“Need help?” comes a voice to his side and he makes a small sound of relief thinking it’s another employee coming to aid him. Instead, he finds that it’s Miss Hoshikai. She’s got hair up and face done all prettily this time. And judging by her looks and apparel, it seems like she had just gotten out of skating practice. She’s smiling at him, eyes twinkling with amusement, and a few books in her arms.

“Hello, Officer Sawamura. Nice running into you again!” She greets him.

“Nice to see you too, Miss Hoshikai.” He returns and adds a mock salute like last time; it never fails to make her laugh. A smile spreads on Daichi’s face at the sound of her laughter; he finds the sound pretty. He leans over a bit to look at the books she’s carrying around and Nozomi, taking notice, tilts them to him so he can see the titles better.

“Something to help get any inspiration for future skating routines. And a few for some light reading.” She explains as she holds up a shojo manga as an example of light reading.

“What about you? You seemed to be looking for something?” Nozomi pulls him back into what he was doing before and Daichi nods.

“Actually yeah, I’m looking for a book a friend suggested to me. Would you know it?” he shows her Suga’s text with the suggested title. She lets out an “Ah!” and then with a “Follow me!” she leads him to the next aisle and they both look for the book. It doesn’t take them too long to find what Daichi has been looking for, but they stay behind to look at other books; talking about which one’s they’ve read or if this one has been made into a movie or not. Daichi takes up another book when Nozomi finds one that she’s read before and excitedly tells him about without much spoilers. He’s interested to know what books she takes pleasure in reading.

They spent a good time wandering about the bookstore chatting and looking at different subjects together: flipping through manga they’ve read as teens as well as finding books on weird subjects. At one point, Daichi picks up one that looks to be harmless only for both of them to go bright red when they peek into a random page. Daichi hastily shoves the book back where it belongs while Nozomi tries her best to stifle her giggles. And somewhere between the history and psychology sections of the store, the two began playing hide-n-seek; peeking through shelves and surprising each other around corners. But their little game stops when a couple of other customers raise their eyebrows at them; some even shaking their heads at their silly behavior. Blushes rising to their cheeks, the officer and skater hurry to the register to buy their books and leave the store. Once outside, the two of them stare at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“Thank you for the help and book suggestions.” Daichi says once their laughter dies down. To emphasize, he holds up the three books he’s got in his hands. He’s gifted with a bright smile from Nozomi.

“Anytime! I hope you like them!” she chirps. There’s a moment’s pause and it looks like Nozomi is about to say something when an incoming text pings on Daichi’s phone. He checks it to see that some co-workers were planning to meet up for drinks and were extending an invitation to him.

“Well… I best be going.” Daichi quickly looks up to Nozomi as she motions to where the station gates are. He opens and shuts his mouth, wanting to say something but not really knowing what to say to make her stay. So, he just nods and offers a wave.

“See you around?” he tries and Nozomi’s smile turns fond. Like the time at the grocery store, something flutters in his chest.

“Of course. Hope to see you soon, Officer Sawamura.”

“Likewise, Miss Hoshikai.”

3. Train

“ -enri Station. Please get off here for the Chuo Line.”

Daichi blinks as the train’s announcement pulls him away from his thoughts. He takes a moment to observe the car he’s in before going back to looking out the window. He had taken the weekend off to go out of town and visit a relative. Being stationed in the big city had its perks but there were times when the young officer got homesick. He lives too far to see his family often so he’s grateful he knows someone who lives a couple train rides away that can ease the loneliness. Daichi lets out a sigh and watches as the scenery slows with the train pulling up into the station. If he could, he would’ve taken his car, but it was currently in the shop for maintenance. He didn’t mind taking the train for this trip though; letting himself just be and zone out by watching the fields and landscapes whizz by.

As the doors slid open, a few people came trickling into the train car: a businessman, two high school students, a mother with her son, and an elderly woman. Daichi immediately stands up and offers his seat to the latter, who bows in appreciation and even pats his arm as she sits down. He smiles at her and after making sure she was seated, takes his bag and stands by the door to again stare out at the scenery. The chime to warn passengers that the train doors were closing rang out, but someone suddenly came rushing through; barely making it into the car before the doors shut. However, the poor person was still in momentum and looked like they were going to ram into the two high schoolers until Daichi puts himself between them just in time and caught the hurried passenger. The person lets out an “oof!” when they collided into him, but because they were quite small and Daichi was pretty sturdy, there didn’t seem to be any harm.

“Omg! I’m so sorry!” Daichi recognizes that voice and looks down to see the familiar face of the pretty figure skater known as Nozomi. At first, her face was scrunched up in worry: eyebrows furrowed, and mouth formed into a pout. But when she realizes who is staring down at her, the young woman’s eyes widen in shock and her eyebrows shoot up. Red rushes to her cheeks and he is pretty sure his are similar in color.

“Miss Hoshikai.” Daichi says breathlessly.

“Officer Sawamura!” Nozomi yelps. The two of them stare at each other; neither of them moving as she’s pressed against his chest and he’s got his arms around her. The jerk of the train pulling away from the station knocks them back into their senses and they pull away as if they had been burned. Daichi coughs as if to hide his embarrassment while Nozomi tucks a strand of hair behind her ear in nervousness. From the corner of his eye, Daichi thinks he sees some of the passengers snicker at the two of them.

“I’m really, really sorry. Are you hurt?” Nozomi asks him, worry back on her face. Daichi waves a hand to assure her that he’s alright.

“I’m fine. What about you? You okay?” he returns the question and even looks her over for any injuries. The worry slips away from the ice skater’s face and she nods.

“I’m okay. Thank you for saving me.” She gives him a small shy smile that kicks up that flutter in his chest whenever he sees her. He does his best to push it down and calm it, but it lingers.

“You’re welcome. Where are you headed by the way? You were in such a rush to catch this train.” Daichi inquires, genuinely curious. She flashes him one of her grins before answering,

“Ah! I’m heading back home actually. I stayed over a friend’s place for the weekend. What about you?”

“Went to visit a cousin of mine. It was nice to catch up with him.” He responds and Nozomi nods in agreement. The two of them went more into detail of their weekend as the train cruised on. Soon the topic went to other things; like hobbies, places they’ve been to, and even current events. Daichi learnt that pretty figure skater liked sweets, had monthly karaoke nights with friends, and avoided anything dealing with ghosts. While Nozomi found out that the handsome police officer hit different ramen shops with colleagues to compare, was looking to get a dog if his apartment allowed it, and continues to play volleyball even after high school with some gym buddies. Speaking of high school, Daichi was shocked to know Nozomi had graduated from Shiratorizawa a year after he grad from Karasuno and that they were from the same area.

“Sorry, I just assumed you were from the city…” he says apologetically but she waves it off, unoffended.

“It’s no problem. I’m very much a city girl so it fits me!” They chatted a bit more before Nozomi’s stop was announced to be coming up. They were reluctant to part but neither of them voiced it out.

“Thank you again, Officer Sawamura. See you around!” she chirps as she stood up to leave.

“Nice seeing you again, Miss Hoshikai. Don’t go watching those horror movies before bed.” The officer responds teasingly, and he chuckles when she pouts at him.

“Tell that to my friends!” Nozomi huffs but laughs along when he does. They wave goodbye at each other when the train doors open and Daichi watches her hop onto the station platform. He loses sight of her when other passengers also get off the train and he figures she was already making her way to the station gates. But when the door closes and the train slowly beings to pull away, Daichi spots her still on the platform; waving one of her arms to bid him farewell. The fluttering in his chest that he had pushed down previously comes rising back up and he waves back until he could no longer see her.

 4. Coffee Shop

Daichi was in need of some coffee. He had pulled an all-night patrol and instead of getting to going home when the sun started to rise, the precinct needed him to come over and fill out some paperwork. Saying he wasn’t happy about this was an understatement. Daichi can literally feel the bags under his eyes along with achy muscles and knots in his back. Daichi queues in line at a coffee shop that isn’t so busy despite it being the morning rush hour. He sleepily lifts his head to check the menu, even though he’s pretty sure he’s just getting a cup of straight black coffee. As he puts in order when he gets to the cashier, he glances over at the baked goods display and wonders if he should grab breakfast too. He takes a moment to think about it but decides against it. He’s about to pay, when a voice pipe ups from behind him,

“Add a bagel sandwich and I’ll pay!” Daichi whips around to see Nozomi looking up at him with her bright sunny smile.

“Miss Hoshikai!”

“Morning!” she happily greets him and gently brushes past him to add in her order with the cashier and pay for his and hers. Daichi, totally sleep deprived, could only stare in bewilderment before his brain caught up with the situation and the officer flusters about.

“Ah! Miss Hoshikai! I can-! You don’t hav-! I just-“ he tries but he’s met with the same sunny grin after Nozomi finishes the transaction.

“Think of it as a thank you for all you hard work and that time on the train.” She reasons with him and once she has the receipt, she ushers them over to the side to wait for their order. Once she gets a good look at him though, the figure skater frowns,

“I thought you looked tired when I saw you enter the shop. But now… You look absolutely exhausted.” She tells him. Daichi blushes but he can’t deny it when he knows he’s got bags under his eyes and his hair is messy and probably greasy. That thought makes him wish the floor could swallow him; ashamed to be looking like a mess in front of the pretty figure skater. He probably looks ghastly standing next to Nozomi who’s got a cute pink coat dress on and her hair looking so soft and fluffy while down.

“It’s… It’s been a long night.” He sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair and down his face. He sees a look of guilt join in with worry on her face.

“Oh… I’m sorry… I-“ she started.

“No no! I… You… Thank you. For treating me.” He tells her genuinely. He is honestly flattered that she’s doing this for him, and it makes that fluttering in his chest go crazy. A soft blush spreads across Nozomi’s face and she gives him a shy smile.

“Y-You’re welcome. Again, you look so tired. I wanted to do something nice and make you smile.” She explains bashfully. The flutter in him intensifies and he has to stop himself from clutching at his chest.

“You always make me smile” He replies softly. When he sees her eyes widen and cheeks go bright red, Daichi realizes what he said and combusts in crimson as well. They stare at each other, not knowing what to say. After a minute or so, Nozomi opens her mouth to say something but,

“Order for Zomi!” the two of them jump at the intrusion and turn to look at the exasperated barista. They quickly take their things and with embarrassed thank you’s, they exit the coffee shop.

“Again, thank you.” Daichi says, holding up his coffee and sandwich. He still feels awkward about what he said in the coffee shop but he still has a mind to thank her. Nozomi nods, clutching her own drink in both hands while the blush on her face lingers.

“You’re welcome.” is her only reply. Daichi hesitates, a suggestion of them going out to get coffee together on his tongue. But before he can get it out, the radio on his uniform crackles loudly. It makes Nozomi jolt and Daichi fumbles to grab it to tell whoever it is on the other line that he’s on the way. He sighs once the message is received and gives an apologetic look for frightening her. She waves a hand to say she’s alright.

“Looks like you have to go.” She utters softly, sounding disappointed. Daichi feels the same.

“Yeah.” He confirms in the same tone, shoulders starting to slump. He’d rather be at home in bed than go back to the precinct. He’d rather be enjoying coffee with the pretty girl in front of him than go back to work. But said girl gives him that bright sunny smile from earlier, though a bit softer, and it boosts his will to get the last hour of his shift done.

“I’ll see you around, Officer Sawamura.”

“Nice seeing you again, Miss Hoshikai.”

 5. Bar

Daichi, Suga, and Asahi always try to meet up every so often. Using this time to catch up with each other’s lives and just have fun. They’ll go anywhere: from amusement parks, to clubs, to even concerts. Tonight, they decided on an izakaya bar; just to drink and catch up.

They are already a couple of drinks in, chattering and laughing out loud. Their table has a few bottles of booze and a couple of entrée plates that they’re snacking on here and there. The three men were talking about their old volleyball days when Asahi brings up something that happened during that one summer training week during their third year. All of them burst out laughing; guffawing and hitting each other as they recount that event.

“Officer Sawamura?” Daichi almost chokes on his own laughter when a familiar voice calls out to him. He whips his head so fast, he almost gets whiplash, to see Nozomi standing by their table. She’s looking a little hesitant to say something, not wanting to barge in on his time hanging out with his friends.

“S-Sorry to interrupt… I just… Wanted to say hello.” She stutters slightly. Maybe it was the alcohol or the shock of seeing her in this bar, but Daichi couldn’t help but stare at the pretty figure skater. He drinks her in: dark brown eyes twinkling, dark hair down and framing her face. Her outfit is cute and casual, but it hinted the curves that were hidden underneath. He is unaware of how long he has been staring until Suga kicks him under the table and hisses at him. In a panic, Daichi stands up abruptly but ends up hitting his thighs against the underside of the table and causing a few things to clatter. While he groans in pain, he can hear Asahi and Suga stifling their laughter; letting out snorts and snickers while their shoulders shake trying to keep it in. Nozomi is also trying not to laugh by biting her lower lip. But the corners of her mouth were coming up, so she brought up a hand to hide it. Daichi opts to sit back down before he makes more of a fool of himself.

“It’s nice to see you again, Miss Hoshikai.” He finally replies and he kicks Suga under the table when he sees a smirk grow on the silver head’s face. Both friends have heard of her from the police officer and they often prodded him into asking her out. They can see that Daichi had it pretty bad for this girl and it was more evident now that they can see the situation up close.

“Nice to see you again too!” she gives a small bow in greeting. Her eyes flicker over to Suga and Asahi and again it takes a moment for Daichi to react properly. He introduces his friends to her, commenting about how he knew them since high school and that they played volleyball together. Asahi smiles and bows from where he’s sitting while Suga beams at her and reaches over the table to offer a handshake. Nozomi accepts it and introduces herself to them in return. Suga wastes no time in engaging in a conversation with her by asking how she knows the past Karasuno captain. Daichi almost groans, hoping that his friend won’t embarrass him. When he looks over to Asahi, the taller man gives him a knowingly look over the rim of his glass. Daichi glares at him but it just makes Asahi chuckle.

“Why don’t you join us?” comes Suga’s suggestion and Daichi can feel both dread and excitement thrum in his body. He would love it if Nozomi would join them. But he was sure he was drunk… Or getting there. Who knows what he’ll say to her while intoxicated? Also, having Asahi AND Suga here would just end up with both of them telling Nozomi embarrassing stories about him. Suga especially would never let him live.

“Ah, I’d love to but… I’m actually with some friends.” Nozomi declines and she points to a table in the other part of the bar that has a few young ladies sitting around. Daichi is again torn, this time in relief and disappointment. It must show on his face because she gives a reassuring smile at him and just him.

“Maybe next time.” She tells him with eyes shining with something. He doesn’t know what it is but Daichi can feel that damn fluttering in his chest go bonkers that it kinda hurts.

“I’d like that.” Is all he can say. He and Nozomi stare at each other for a bit before one of her friends calls for her. She bids Asahi and Suga a polite good-bye and a “Nice to meet you” before glancing back at Daichi and giving him another smile. Daichi watches her go, almost skipping back to her friends, and he can’t stop the goofy smile that slips onto his face.

“Dork…” he hears Suga tease followed by a punch to the arm. Asahi laughs as Daichi argues with Suga while the other man mocks him. The officer doesn’t notice Nozomi peeking behind her from where she sat with her friends and giggling to herself at how cute Daichi looked all flustered and a bit dazed.

 +1. Ice Rink

Daichi had gotten the radio call when he was patrolling another part of the city: Another officer catching a man heckling a pair of young couple. When asked where the fellow officer was and if he needed back up, Daichi still made his way over to the precinct as his colleague reassured he was all good and that he picked up the creep around the skating arena. After interrogations and new witness statements, it was proven that they had the man who had been prowling around the arena and harassing the people coming and going there. Detective Takei made the call immediately to Mrs. Bessho about catching the harasser once a confession was given. So, in honesty, Daichi didn’t need to go and inform Miss Nozomi Hoshikai; she’d mostly likely be told about it by her coach.

Yet the next day, Daichi was sitting on the stands of the ice rink during his lunch break. He watches Nozomi and a few other women teach a group of children how to skate. He smiles at the sight of her holding the hand of a little girl, probably around 5 years old, as she helps her get used to gliding over the ice. It warms something in his heart at the way Nozomi encourages and praises the little girl; loving the way her face blooms into a smile when the little girl can skate along without her help. As if sensing his presence, Nozomi lifts her head and looks in his direction. Surprise colors her face until it’s replaced with fondness and that same smile he was admiring from afar was now directed at him. It makes his mouth go dry and he ducks his head in embarrassment; why was he here? The harasser had been caught and the case was on its way to being closed. Daichi didn’t need to be here. But deep down he knew why he was here: he wanted to see her again… On purpose. He was no longer satisfied with just the run ins the two of them seem to have frequently. He loves seeing her blush; how they go from the softest of pinks to the rosiest of red. He wants to make her smile; remembering how he always made her giggle with his salutes. He knows the melody of her voice; able to distinguish it over the chatter and laughter in the bar that time he was with Suga and Asahi.

“Hey.” Daichi lifts his head when that voice he was just thinking about breaks him out of his thoughts. Nozomi had made her way from the rink to sit next to him in the stands, head tilted to study him.

“Hey.” He replies, smiling at her.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on patrol?”

“On my lunch break… I actually wanted to see how you were doing.” He confesses.

“Doing good! I was told you caught him! Thank you so much for finally getting him.”

“Ah… Well, I didn-… Another officer got him.” He corrects her but she huffs and continues.

“Still! You, Detective Takei, and all the other officers helped and caught the guy. So again, thank you.” Daichi chuckles softly and nods, accepting her gratitude. They sit in silence for a bit and Daichi contemplates what to do with his sudden revelation. Somewhere in his mind, something urges him to take a chance and ask her out. He can almost hear Suga say “Just ask! The worst thing she can do is say no.” His friend is right though and when Daichi takes a breath of courage to finally ask Nozomi out for coffee, she interrupts,

“Hey. Did you finish that book by the way? The one I suggested.” Daichi blinks at her question and hesitates before answering.

“Uh yeah… I also finished the one my friend Suga suggested to me.” He tells her. She beams at him with her sunny grin,

“Good, good! I actually have another book suggestion for you!”

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm! How about you give me your number and I can text you the title of it. I can’t remember it on the top of my head. So, when I remember, I’ll text it to you!” Daichi blinks again at her and then smiles when he realizes what she’s trying to do. He lets out a small laugh at this and before the figure skater misunderstands, the officer pulls out his phone and hands it to her. Nozomi fumbles a bit to do the same and they go about putting their digits into each other’s contacts. When Daichi is given his phone back, he almost drops it as he sees she’s put herself down as Nozomi ❤; the little heart winking playfully at him. He wishes he could take his phone back and put himself as something better than just Officer Sawamura but it’s too late.

“I’ll text you the title later.” She tells him with happiness and hope dancing in her eyes. Gathering his bravery from before he responds,

“If you want… You… Could text me about other stuff. Not just about books. Maybe like how your day was or what you were up to.” He offers. Nozomi blinks at him owlishly, the pink in her cheeks growing. She clutches her phone a little tightly and ducks her head to hide a bashful smile but Daichi sees it; the flutter in his chest now blooming into something more.

“Even if it’s something silly like how I got an extra bread roll at the bakery nearby?”

“Anything and everything. I… I want to get to know you.” There was a pause and Daichi thinks that maybe he went too far. But when Nozomi lifts her head and even though cheeks are bright red, she giving his the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen yet.

“I want to get to know you too.”

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[obiyuki-beebs]

last chapter gave me more confidence in obiyuki being end game. ryuu basically narrated it. obi was gone for just a day and she’s already nervous. i also noticed that when she talks about supporting zen, it seems to get more and more abstract. like supporting “the crown” more than the personality. she still loves him, for sure, but her relationship with him doesnt go beyond the fate. he’s a prince before he’s her lover, and thats what she wants. obi, though, is her partner before he’s her knight

<3 oh anon yes. My heart leapt when Shirayuki was on the balcony gazing off, and then again when Ryuu said she is most likely worried about Obi. 

Ryuu has seen pretty much all of their relationship and its evolution. Obi was assigned to be her body guard after she started apprenticing under Ryuu. And THEN Obi’s and Ryuu’s relationship develops separately as well. 

I’m working my way through the manga and in the early stages, Shirayuki brings up Zen frequently in conversation, and Obi will comment on it occasionally like, “Ah yes talking about Master again,” but you are SO RIGHT that as the story goes on they mention him less and less. Sorata seems to be killing the ship. It’s certainly unprecedented for a shojo manga but I LOVE IT. I’m trying to save caps to illustrate the change but I’m getting carried away by the story again.

The path to Zen’s side does seem more and more likely to be as an ally and close friend. I think we’ve been getting less romantically inclined dialogue / scenes related to Zen to kind of represent the distance growing between them and their romantic feelings, as they were. Shirayuki has changed and Sorata made a point of showing us that Zen doesn’t see that and THEN there was that awkward, out of frame kiss where her eyes are open. This is all hours after the 10 seconds of ThisMangaisChangingForever.

I have a huge soft spot for best friends >>> lovers and I think the slow burn we’ve been experiencing is leading up to that.

thank you for the ask! :D

[fieryanmitsu]

The Heart-Pounding Sunrise Trek of Bonding | A3! | “Take the Stage” Fanzine

I am very honoured to announce that I am one of the contributors for the recently released A3! Take the Stage Fanzine! It was such a great experience working with so many talented artists and writers! Everyone's pieces turned out AMAZING, and I would highly recommend to check out the full zine! The fanzine can be downloaded for free here!

And, now that the zine has dropped, I'm able to share my piece with you all here! This story is based on the "Campfire Bonds" event and stars Muku and Citron as the focal characters!

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THE HEART-POUNDING SUNRISE TREK OF BONDING

THEME: “Campfire Bonds” event

CHARACTERS: Muku Sakisaka, Citron, Sakuya Sakuma, Masumi Usui, Tsuzuru Minagi, Itaru Chigasaki, Tenma Sumeragi, Yuki Rurikawa, Misumi Ikaruga, Kazunari Miyoshi & Izumi Tachibana

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Muku stared intensely at his phone as he checked for the umpteenth time that he had set his alarm properly. Seeing that the numbers really did read ‘3:00am’, he locked his phone and placed it beside his pillow. 

“Ugh. I swear I can still taste the tabasco in my mouth even though I brushed my teeth,” Tenma groaned as he entered the tent.

“Did anyone get a normal chocolate for the s’mores?” asked Kazunari, looking up from his phone. 

“Izumi liked hers!” Misumi chimed in.

“That’s just because she’s a crazy Currian! No one would normally like a curry-flavoured chocolate,” Yuki snapped back.

“Anyway, everyone’s here, right? I’m gonna turn off the lights,” Tenma announced. “We have to get up early tomorrow, so we should sleep now.”

A flurry of mumbled goodnights flew around the tent as their leader turned off the lamp. Before long, the air was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and light snoring. 

However, sleep continued to elude Muku as he stared fretfully at the ceiling of the tent—his brain whirring with his anxieties. Though the Summer Troupe’s first two plays had gone well, deep down, Muku felt that he had barely squeaked by with his performances. He knew that he was still the weakest link, and was terrified of dragging everyone else down. 

Just once, Muku wished he could give back to the ones who continually helped him so much. But, he didn’t even have any special skills—like Yuki or Kazunari—that he could put to use for the Summer Troupe or the Mankai Company. 

So, when Izumi had first announced this training camp, Muku had immediately volunteered to be one of the organizers, even though he had never taken on such a role before. At the time, it had seemed like the perfect opportunity to prove himself and be helpful to the others. Surely, even someone as untalented as him could manage to do this much.

Inspired by a scene out of a shoujo manga, Muku had manically researched to formulate a grand plan. First, they would strengthen their bonds as they hiked side-by-side through bountiful nature. Then, they would share a heart-racing special moment together as the rising sun etched its image into their memories. Plus, with the fresh mountain air, he was sure they would get more mileage out of their vocal exercises. 

However, when they had gathered to discuss the itinerary, his excitement had quickly been extinguished when his plan had been met with unenthusiastic faces. Some of the Company members hadn’t seemed interested in witnessing the sunrise, and many others had groaned about the early start time. 

After the meeting, Citron had clapped him on the shoulders, looked him in the eyes with a mysterious, all-knowing smile and said: “Do not worry, Muku! Your idea is most wonderful! Everyone will be super duper happy when they see the sun grating them! I will make sure of it—trust me!”

Though his brain continued to worry and fret, Muku clung to the words and reassuring grin that the Zahran man had given him that day and allowed the darkness to finally lull him to sleep…

The next morning, with much struggle—along with Citron banging some pots and pans together—the two organizers managed to wake up their fellow troupe members and line them up outside of their tents. Though, they may as well have still been laying in their sleeping bags. Masumi was draped on top of Tsuzuru’s back, fast asleep. Itaru was crouched on the ground, muttering to himself with a half-dead expression on his face. Even the ever-chipper Kazunari had his chin propped on Misumi’s shoulder, both of them nodding off despite being on their feet.

Citron came to stand beside Muku and nudged him gently. With a gulp, the pink-haired boy mustered all of his courage and stood up as straight and tall as he could manage.

“G-Good morning, everyone! Thanks for waking up so early to join us for the first item on our itinerary today: the ‘Heart-Pounding Sunrise Trek of Bonding!’” Muku announced. “I know that it’s silly to want to follow someone who’s more annoying than the itchiest bite from a mosquito that arrived earlier than the usual mosquito season—”

“Muku, literally no one said that,” Yuki interrupted with a sigh. “Just lead the way.”

“O-Oh right! S-Sorry!” Muku responded, snapping out of his rant. “P-please follow me and watch your step!”

As Muku led the way to the forest trail, with the others shuffling groggily behind him, he couldn’t help but cringe as he heard someone yawn loudly and another person let out a groan.

“Ugh, this sucks…” 

“Masumi, stop it! The Director wouldn’t be happy to hear you say that,” Sakuya protested in a hushed tone. “Look! She’s enjoying herself, so you should copy her.”

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all… Muku thought to himself, worrying at his bottom lip.

“Muku, why don’t you tell everyone about the path?” Citron suddenly said from behind him. “Did you not do lots of the research?”

“Really, Mukkun?” Kazunari asked, perking up and looking more awake than earlier. 

“O-Oh, yes! Apparently, this path dates back to the Sengoku era. Monks used it as part of a pilgrimage route and this campsite actually used to be an aesthetic training ground,” Muku explained.

“That’s actually really cool,” Tsuzuru remarked. “Who knew that there was so much history in a place like this!”

“Ah! That signpost there marks the quarter-way point! We can take a quick rest here!” Muku explained, noticing that they had lost a few members. 

“I-I can’t go on…” Itaru wheezed as he finally caught up to the others several minutes later.

“C’mon Itaru, we’re almost there! You can do it!” Izumi chirped encouragingly, passing the salaryman a bottle of water.

“It’s okay, Itaru! You will soon have your senses delighted by a surprise up ahead! Tell them about it, Muku,” Citron implored.

“Y-Yes! Ummm… Just down this path is a beautiful waterfall that the monks used as part of their training,” Muku responded, taking the older man’s cue. “I… I actually purposely picked this path because it would take us by the waterfall. Legend says that, if you make a wish there, your deepest desires will come true! So, I thought that you would really like to see that, Itaru! Maybe it’ll help with your next gacha pull in your games!!”

“Seriously? Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.”

Muku felt his heart flutter as the others started chattering excitedly about what wishes they would make. With this renewed vigour, their group continued on their hike, making a stop at the wish-granting waterfall on the way. 

Then, almost an hour after they had left their campsite, Muku spotted the sign marking their final destination.

“We’re here, everyone!”

There was a collective sigh of relief as the members of the Mankai Company cleared the last steps and planted their feet on the plateau. However, their mutters quickly died in their throats as they came face-to-face with the view before them. A forest of trees spread out endlessly ahead, surrounded on both sides by jagged cliffs. The sun peeked above the horizon of the valley and the sky was dyed a gorgeous blend of soft oranges, pinks and straggling blues.

“Amazing!” Sakuya breathed softly. “This is beautiful, Muku!”

“Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it!!” Kazunari added, immediately taking out his phone.

“You did good, Muku. Here’s a triangle!” Misumi said with a smile, handing the pink-haired boy a smooth and shiny triangular-shaped rock.

“Yeah… It made waking up worth it,” Masumi murmured, showing a rare smile.

“This was great, Muku. Thanks for planning this for us,” Tenma said, punching him lightly in the arm.

“Yeah, seriously! I’m so glad that someone was able to plan a normal activity for this training camp. Unlike a certain someone’s crazy ‘Russian Roulette S’mores’ idea,” Tsuzuru said with a sigh, throwing a baleful glare at Citron.

“Oh, Tsuzuru! You wound me! I put so much thought into making an unforgiveable event for everyone!”

“I think you mean ‘unforgettable’,” Itaru piped in.

“Look here, it’s not ‘Russian Roulette’ if all of the options are weird!” Tsuzuru exclaimed in exasperation.

“No kidding! I can’t believe I had to eat that awful wasabi chocolate because of you! I thought my mouth was on fire!” Yuki added, jabbing a finger into Citron’s chest angrily. “You’re lucky this sunrise made up for that atrocious game!”

As Citron dramatically crumpled to the ground from Yuki’s attack, a hand clutched over his heart, he turned his head towards Muku and shot him a wink.

At that moment, Muku felt a rush of warmth surge out of his chest and envelope the rest of his body. As he suppressed the tears prickling behind his eyes, Muku thought that he could now truly understand the meaning behind all of those times his shojo manga had compared someone’s smile to the brightness of the sun.

Writing this story was such a fun challenge for me! I had to work with a word count restriction, but I also wanted to make sure I somehow included every other character from the event — so it was definitely a juggling act, haha! It was also my first time writing about both Muku and Citron, so that was a new challenge in itself. Especially since I wanted to make sure I did two of my favourite characters justice!! In the end, I'm really happy I had the opportunity to write this and am so thankful that I was able to be part of this zine! Again, do check out the full zine if you have a chance!|

As always, thank you for reading and feel free to leave a comment if you have any thoughts!! Any reblogs are always appreciated!!

-Anmitsu