#kiyo loving hours

[starbunii]

dark out

sneaking out was a nasty habit of yours. kiyo noticed.

korekiyo x ultimate occultist reader! i forgot i wrote some of this so its been sitting for like a month lol

warning for discussion of kiyo’s sister and all the trauma that comes with it, though its not taken lightly, dw

gender neutral, anyone can read <3

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You scurried across the near-empty corridors of the dormitories, careful that your resting classmates couldn’t hear you. You looked around, trying hard to avoid any and all suspicion. You were unsure of why you were so nervous. You weren’t committing murder, you weren’t hurting anyone, and you weren’t breaking any school rules. Well…any killing game rules at least. You headed outside, the crisp night air filling your lungs. Your bare feet gently glided against the concrete as you made your way behind the school.

Sitting down at the small patch of grass in front of you, you sighed and admired the night sky. The cage above you made you feel so small, so meaningless. It was a comforting meaninglessness. The knowledge that your life had such little impact, the fact you were practically invisible like the many spirits that spoke to you, it was calming. Being the ultimate occultist wasn’t easy. It was so isolating. No matter how hard you tried to convince those around you, they were always afraid.

But if they had only gotten to know you, they’d see that soft side that was hidden under a scary talent and matching exterior. You were quiet and gentle. You loved poetry, animals, and gardening. You never wanted to hurt anyone, that was the most important thing when it came to your mysterious practices. You sighed, putting the book you had carried outside with you to admire the small patch of wildflowers next to you. You grinned, gently rubbing the petals.

“New England Aster.” A familiar, yet spooky voice chimed from above you. You looked up to see your classmate, Korekiyo Shinguji hovering over you. “Apologies for startling you. I could not sleep and I noticed the door to your dormitory was open, yet you were gone. I went out to look for you.” He admitted.

“Ah, it’s all right. Thanks for looking for me, it’s sweet to know you thought something was up.” You scootched over, anxiously patting the grass for him to take a seat. He took the hint and sat down next to you, clearing his throat as he did so. “I can’t believe I left my door open. I’ve been getting a little too careless lately.” You chuckled.

“Careless?”

“I sneak out here when I feel anxious, or just…bad. I like to just relax with the flowers and grass. I usually bring a book and just read. I know I can do that in my room, but I like the feeling of night on my skin.” You sighed.

“What ails you? I am more than willing to listen.” Korekiyo hummed, tilting his head.

“I just…I dunno, I just feel lonely, I guess. Everyone has friends, but the minute I say what my talent is I either hear ‘Oh! That’s…interesting!’ or just screaming and running away. You’re the only one who’s reacted normally.” You laughed bitterly, recalling your interactions with Kaede and Kaito. “I’m just really tired of being treated like a demon because of what I’m good at. It’s not my fault I got saddled with this.”

“I see. I understand where you are coming from. Oftentimes, I feel my talent isolates me as well. No one else wishes to talk about humanity with me. The ups and downs…I feel they appeal to me and me alone. But, believe me, your talent is absolutely wonderful. Do not be ashamed of everyone else’s cowardice. It does not reflect you.” He shook his head. “I suppose it is harder to feel included when people treat you this way, but, I swear on my life, it is not because of you or your talent. Human beings are naturally afraid of the unknown. You have the ability to peer into that unknown, correct?” You nodded. “That may be frightening to others. But, I find it quite impressive.”

“I don’t want people to be afraid of me. I’m actually a really bubbly person underneath the preconceived notion of…devil worship, aliens, and spirits.” You snorted. “I’m not scary to you at least…am I?”

He hesitated.

“Parts of you are, yes. But overall, I find your presence…comforting. Inviting, even. For someone who studies human beings and their behavior, I am horrible at communicating with them. But you…I cannot tell if I am better at speaking with you or worse. I feel odd when I’m around you. Like I am ill.” He scratched at his neck nervously, looking up at the open air. Well, as open as you can get in a cage.

“That might be some of the spirits following me. Maybe that means you’re bad news.” You giggled, gently nudging him with your arm. Korekiyo raised an eyebrow at this. “Only kidding. I feel nice when I’m around you. Because…I guess it’s cuz I know you don’t care.” You rested your chin on the top of your knees.

“That is how I feel around you as well. As though…It does not matter what I do, because you will accept me for who I am regardless. I do not think I have ever felt this way before. I feel very…fast. My heart is skipping four beats a minute. I get a rush of energy, thinking of the golden light that is you. You are a light I could bask in for eternity. You are no longer a human in my eyes. You have transcended that title.” He admitted. You could see a small bit of blush from behind his mask. “You are a god to me.”

“Korekiyo…I! Um…” Your face flushed as you averted your eyes. “Thank you. I…I’m not used to such strong compliments. Especially not from people as gorgeous as you. I appreciate it. I appreciate you and all you’ve done for me. You’re really kind.” You looked over to see his hand a few inches away from yours. You shyly put intertwined your fingers with his, to which he let out a small gasp. “Is this okay?”

“...Yes. Yes, it is.” He nodded, as though trying to convince himself of something. “I…apologize. I get a bit startled. Because…”

“Because of…her. Right?” You looked over to him, not wanting to explicitly state you were mentioning his sister. He just gulped and nodded. “Her presence has left you. Only her tulpa is left. You can’t exactly…get rid of that, I know, but…she’s not gonna hurt you any longer.”

“It is hard to remind myself I am free. I can still feel her.” Shinguji shuddered. “At first I wanted this. This presence…this terrible, sinking feeling. But…I feel as though I’ve grown out of it.”

The world was quiet for a moment. The two of you sat, gathering thoughts and feelings as though they were coins.

“She took advantage of you, you know.” You sighed, breaking the silence. “She didn’t have your best interest at heart. And I know you don’t like me bringing it up, because you want to believe I’m wrong, but it’s true. She hurt you. She sculpted you into someone she could manipulate. Just look at the effect it’s had…” You took both of his hands in yours, not breaking eye contact.

“...I know. I know I should not defend her, I know I should let her go. But I…I cannot. It is not that easy.” He blinked away small tears, trying to put on a brave face in front of you.

“That’s right, it won’t be. But I’m here to help you, and I always will be.”

“I don’t see why you are so insistent on this. But I find your determination…alluring.”

“I’m insistent on this because you’re worth it.” You nodded. “Family is supposed to support you. To be kind to you. She shouldn’t have hurt you. Especially not the way she did. It’s in human nature to get hurt…but…not like that. Never like that.”

“I…” He let out a shaky breath. The feeling of your hands intertwined with his mixed with your kind words made your head spin. “I suppose you’re right. I wouldn’t want her to hurt you like she hurt me. So…if I would not want it for you…It must not be suitable for me.”

“Exactly.” You let go of his right hand, gently squeezing his left as you did so. You then gazed back up at the sky. “I appreciate your company, Kiyo. I appreciate you. I’m glad you’re with me.”

“I feel the same.” He chuckled lowly. “Um…y/n?”

“What's up buttercup?” Your attention was now back on him. He felt like he could melt.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was barely above a whisper. Korekiyo felt so embarrassed he could just die. And yet he stayed; because your company was worth it. You just nodded, and he slowly took off his mask in response. You slowly moved your hands to cup his cheeks, and he leaned into the warmth.

“You’re beautiful.” You muttered. You treated him as though he were a startled cat, moving slowly into affection, as though he’d run away if you moved any faster. “So beautiful.” “I should be saying the same thing to you, my dear.” He chuckled, cheeks bright red. “I…I think I’m ready now.” He took your right hand down from his face and held it in his lap. He gently lifted your face up by your chin, leaning down to kiss you. “Are you…sure you want this?”

Both of your hearts were racing in an insane rhythm. You wondered if he could hear yours. He wondered the same. You grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Positive.”

Korekiyo leaned down, gently placing his lips on yours. He shivered a bit at the contact, blushing furiously. It felt like the peaceful nighttime had melted away, Korekiyo’s presence becoming your own personal sunlight. The warmth was dangerous and confusing, but so comforting. So sweet and confusing. A disorienting desert of emotions.

Pulling away, you two gazed at each other for a moment, studying each other’s features and reactions.

“I um…thank you.” Your face flushed, looking away at the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m probably not the best person to kiss. I’ve never really-”

“Please do it again.” Korekiyo cried, slapping a hand over his mouth once he realized what he had said.

“Okay!”

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[yawujin]

Can you make the danganronpav3 boys with a jealous s/o props if you put extra time into Shuichi, Rantaro and Kokichi they’re my favourites

Thank you if you do!

awwwright here it is, hope you like it :)

request | v3 boys x a jealous S/O

type | established relationship , non killing game , light hearted , gender neutral reader

shuichi saihara always reminds his love that he only has eyes for them, no one else can compare anyway. still though, they feel the slight sting of envy whenever he is with kaede or himiko, even if they are just his close friends. "come here" he'll beckon his S/O over to sit nearer to him. once they do; he'll embrace them, pulling them in so very close and holding on tight. his sleuthing skills led him to the conclusion that today they were feeling especially jealous. (jk he just can read the room v well) "i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere." he promises.

rantaro amami's S/O makes him pinky promise that he has room for only one love and that's them. "i have you here, and that's all i need." he kisses their hand gently. later on, if they still feel jealous, he really lays on his charm thick. the sentences "you're all i could ever ask for." & "you're the only one i want." can be heard while rantaro and his S/O are on a hillside, watching the summer festival fireworks. he squeezes their hand as they walk past the many crowds of tourists surrounding the area.

kiibo usually tries to get his love to talk about all the reasons they are feeling jealous. damn, i wish i was the ultimate inventor so i could spend more time with him is what his S/O would think everytime miu pulled him away for maintenance. when they finally communicate their envious thoughts to him, he says: "this likeness for you is physically impossible for me to feel towards any other person." kiibo pauses. "or in other words, you taught me how to love, and for that i'm devoted to you." and, at least in that moment, their jealousy went away.

korekiyo shinguji tells them they need not worry, for everyone can get a little envious at times. they always remember how kiyo mentioned he had had encounters with various women from villages he visited in the past. they knew they shouldn't get jealous of that since they weren't even dating at the time but...

however, he had a fix for this. laying his S/O down and whispering affirmations into their ear. "i won't ever leave you, my dear. you have my word."

kaito momota helps his S/O's jealousy go away by making the push to spend more time with them. if it's attention they want, attention is what they will receive. he's a man of action and shows them that they're the only one he'll do these things with. he chose a late night picnic under the stars for him and his love.

gonta gokuhara will hold his S/O for an hour straight before he allows them to be jealous any second longer. "gonta promise he only love you!" he always says it with so much sincerity, they have no reason to doubt him.

ryoma hoshi reminds them that there is so use feeling jealous. "i'm already yours." he states it as fact, so they take it as fact. ryoma's comfort is his S/O, just as he is his S/O's comfort. he plans for it to stay that way for a very long time

kokichi ouma's initial reaction is to tease them about it. "aww, you feel that much for me?" he says it as if it's a laughing matter, but internally he feels as though he should make more time for them. he begins making excuses up, explaining to his friends that he can't hang out that day because of (insert ridiculous reason) but in reality it's all because he wants to see how happy his S/O gets when they get more of his undivided attention.

[forusomimiya]

@jamminlocks ship & prompt: “Kiss me properly” w/ Kiyoomi Sakusa ˚₊˚✧🌱✧˖°😷

Kiyoomi is a rich person, with a very good social and economic status, but not the kind of rich person who is proud and boasts about it, but one who goes unnoticed as such.

He doesn't show others the power he has by coming from a wealthy family, he doesn't show everything he can buy with money, he isn't grateful to people through details to show that he can make people happy, and he doesn't behave in a nicer or more polite way than usual because of who he is or to make himself look good. He doesn't need any of that. As long as he has his loved ones close to him and is loved by them, he doesn't give a damn about anything around him.

That is why, after long family meetings, and long hours where his personality has to change with respect to the people he dinner, which he does not feel any kind of admiration or interest for them, he feels the great need to see you when that happens, thus releasing the tension and returning to being oneself.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the car approaching. You look up from the phone to see that it is the same one Sakusa described to you, a black BMW with tinted rear windows and a small statuette adorning the hood. After typing a couple of times, you put the phone away and get in, but not without greeting the chauffeaur before opening the door.

"Home?"

"Yes, thank you" the gentleman nods and sets off. "How was the trip?"

"Ugh, pretty long. I'm not used to sitting for so many hours."

"That's the thing about living so far away from Osaka. If you lived here with me, it would be different" his voice trails off as he moves closer to your neck, pulling down his mask to kiss it. "I've missed you" you smile and watch as his hand runs down your thigh slowly, searching for a place under your skirt to rest.

"In what way?" you return to his eyes, to his dark, deep black eyes.

"I'll show you later" your gaze flies to the front mirror, where the driver is taking no notice of what's going on back there.

"I missed you too" you give him a kiss on the head and turn back to the window, losing yourself in the people outside on the street and the cars speeding past you.

Suddenly, a mechanical sound makes you turn towards the source of the sound, finding a dark panel coming out from behind the driver and passenger seats, slowly ascending to the ceiling, separating your area from the one in front of you.

“What the h-“

"Don't worry"

"But, that's inappropriate Kiyoomi!"

"Well, it's done. Come here" he got rid of his mask and waited until he saw you next to him and, in a way, you were grateful that he had pushed that button and you had stayed hidden behind that panel.

Yes, his hand traveled to your thigh again, more eagerly than before. As you again provided him access to your neck, you admired the shadow of his figure reflecting inside the car with the light of each street lamp. You gawked at the movement of his fingers squeezing your skin, altering at the same time his breathing on your neck. And you lost yourself when he drew a line with his tongue that reached your ear, manifesting chills that would take a long time to leave, as many more were to come.

"Kiyoomi…" you whispered nervously to not be heard.

"He won't hear us so, you can moan my name if that's what you want" and just with that, he managed to steal one from you. "Yeah... that's how I like it…" your lip wouldn't survive tomorrow if you kept biting it out of anxiety, and your posture didn't show that the last thing you wanted, was to stay strong, when every kiss from Sakusa made you more and more fragile, especially if he got closer to your mouth.

"Kiyo-" his lips took yours, and in a desperate attempt to run his hand down to your panties and make you lose control, he stayed back, getting only, and at least, sweet moans with broken and impossible kisses. That's when the Kiyoomi Sakusa you knew, became as dark as that night. "Kiss me properly" an order that made you surrender and that, defeated and without control, made you take his lips as it was due, without missing shortly after to open your legs for him.

Of that night you would not forget the dominance he exercised over you, and neither would you forget the grunts that, in exchange for giving him his name in a melodious moan and plea as you cum in his bed the way only he wanted, he gave you as a reward for being such a good girl. The scratches, hickeys and the marks of his fingers on your ass would not be forgotten either. And with that, you would reconsider returning to Osaka more often.

[sassycheesecake]

Meeting kid!Kiyoomi was an arranged meeting decided by the parents of Kiyoomi and your parents.

You were just a cute little eight year old, while Kiyoomi was already ten years old.

And to be honest, you have never seen a kid with that deep of a scowl before in your short life.

Honestly, his presence and his dark eyes gave off a highly intimidating aura that you wanted nothing to do with.

Your mum gently ushered you into his direction and you made hesitant steps towards him.

With each step you took, Kiyoomi‘s scowl grew even deeper and he almost looked like a cat hissing at you.

Seeing kid!Kiyoomi‘s mean face almost made you tear up and his mother scolded him to lose that face.

His frown softened just a bit and when you were both close enough, you introduce yourself first, bowing down a bit.

"Hello Sakusa-san, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). Nice to meet you."

The ravenette just looked at you with an undefined look on his face, not sure yet if you’re a friend or foe.

"Why don’t you show (Y/L/N) around a little bit? Maybe you can show her Tora?" His mother suggested.

Kid!Kiyoomi seems in thought before he asked you to follow him.

Not waiting for you follow, you quickly ran up next to him, trying to make conversation.

Yet whenever you talked about something or asked him anything, he would either hum, shrug or give very short answers.

"So… what do you like to do?" You ask him as you kick a few stones away on your walking path.

"I like volleyball." And it was so quiet, you barely heard it.

"Volleyball? How come?" You asked in return with big eyes and your curiosity made him blush a little bit.

"It’s a cool sport. I just like it. I play with my cousin sometimes."

You beamed at him and you got so close, that he backs away a little bit from your excitement, his blush only intensified.

"I am glad there is something you DO like Sakusa." You gave him a big grin and that cheeky grin of yours with one tooth on the side missing, made his heart beat a lot faster and he wondered, where that warm feeling suddenly came from.

Nonetheless, the two of you spent the day together, you got introduced to Tora, Sakusa‘s pet chick and it was the cutest damn thing you had laid your eyes on.

While you were holding the cute little chick, Sakusa kept his eyes on you intensely and without realizing it, a small smile grew on his face as well.

Now older, both of you did grow closer and Sakusa had introduced you to his Cousin Komori.

It’s still a mystery to you how those two are related to each other, the only two things they shared in common was their bloodline and their love and dedication for volleyball.

You did not enjoy playing volleyball with Sakusa due to his harsh spikes and his constant nitpicking on you, but when you played with Komori, that was a different story.

He was kind, gentle and he actually talked more than three words in an hour.

Seeing you get close to his cousin made kid!Kiyoomi‘s stomach twists in a very upset way.

Like if he ate something bad, someone didn’t wash their hands or someone didn’t cover their face when they sneezed.

Kid!Kiyoomi absolutely loathes this feeling.

Seeing his older sister doing homework on the table, Kiyoomi went home earlier without saying anything to you or Komori.

Stopping in front of her, he asks her something in a very upset voice that she is all too familiar with.

"Oneesan, whenever I see (Y/N) with Komori together, I have this very upset feeling in my stomach. What is that and how do I stop it?"

She looked with surprised eyes at him before giggling.

"That is not funny. I could be dying." The curly-haired ravenette frowned.

"Kiyo, you’re not dying. You’re just jealous." She explained and went back to doing her homework, and she explained it as if it was the easiest answer in the universe.

"Of what?" His frown deepened.

She perched up an eyebrow and looked back at him.

"Because of Motoya. You like (Y/N) and you don’t want Motoya near her."

His frown turned into a deep scowl and it made his sister laugh even harder.

"I do not like (Y/N) in that way."

"Sure if you say so. Your googly-eyes at her tell me otherwise." She teased him.

Without any replies, Kiyoomi padded back into his room and slammed the door a bit when he closed it.

Sakusa did start to realize he might have feelings for you when you’re both in High School, attending Itachiyama High.

You were in the Equestrian Club and Sakusa attended the volleyball club.

When your school had a competition with Shiratorizawa, Iizuna Tsukasa, the captain of the volleyball team took an interest in you.

Your determination, kindness and passion gave Tsukasa heart eyes whenever you were near.

And it made teen!Kiyoomi furious.

Unfortunately the Outside Hitter couldn’t do anything but watch as his Captain tried to ask you out at least twice and was rejected both times.

Why, teen!Kiyoomi never found out.

6 years later~

Sitting on a bench swing, you hear the glass door being opened behind you.

Nonetheless, you keep your eyes on the stars.

A presence sits down next to you, wrapping his muscular arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side.

Leaning your head against his comfortable shoulder, you sigh out in bliss, your breath being visible in the cold night.

"What are you thinking about my love?" Kiyoomi asks you in a gentle voice.

"Your mean face when I met you the first time. Your scowl scarred eight year old me."

He scoffs at that and pinches your shoulder very slightly.

"Well I hated you back then but now you’re the love of my life."

"Hated me?! Excuse me Mr.I-Hate-Everyone but I was just trying to be nice and you blocked everything off like Grumpy from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves."

"Thanks love, I appreciate it the comparison to an old bearded grumpy guy."

"Well I mean the only thing that is missing is the white beard."

After that, Kiyoomi tickles your sides, your cheerful laughter filling the cold night air with warmth that reaches the Outside Hitter‘s heart and as long as he is the only one who can hear your laughter, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world.

And even though, both of your bodies have changed and matured over the years, adult!Kiyoomi‘s love for you has not changed since kid!Kiyoomi fell in love with you.

[ohnococo]

Right Start | Ijichi x Reader

After working himself to exhaustion, you provide Ijichi with some much needed stress relief.

❧ WC: 2.2k

❧ Warnings: fem bodied reader, no pronouns used for reader, established relationship, whiny sensitive Ijichi, kissing, pussy job/intercrural sex, vaginal sex, creampie

Ijichi’s work stresses him out, well, all of the time. That’s why when he’s forced to bring it home you can’t help but be left with your heart aching for him. He never says no, because he feels like he can’t - it’s his job to give it his all. And in turn it makes you feel like it’s your job to support him, especially when he’s within your reach at his home office, brows tense, adjusting his glasses and tucking the same strands of hair behind his ear again and again as he tries to keep every bit of his tired mind on point for his work.

So you do what you can, checking in to make sure he takes breaks every few hours, and when he won’t even do that much, bringing him food and drink to at least keep him going.

It’s become a ritual for you, watching the clock to make sure you aren’t bothering him too often, but knowing if you leave him too long he’ll sit there for hours and hours until his stomach is grumbling and he’s nearly dehydrated.

This time, as you walk down the hall and give his door a little knock before opening it, it seems even your diligent efforts haven’t kept your sweet Kiyotaka from succumbing to his stress. His head is down on his desk, face down in fact. He hasn’t even been able to remove his glasses, leaving the arms askew with how his face is pressed to his desktop. One arm hangs limp off the arm of his chair, while the other is draped across his keyboard, leaving a string of semicolons being typed on page god-knows-what of his research.

“Kiyo?” Your voice is gentle, not wanting to startle him, and when that doesn’t rouse him you approach him quietly. This time when you say his name it’s accompanied by a hand on his shoulder, squeezing until he’s taking in a sharp breath and blinking himself back to consciousness.

“Oh no…” he looks at his desk, the drool in front of him, the nonsense starting mid-sentence in his document, then he finds his bearings and realises you’re the one who roused him and turns to you with worried eyes. “Was I asleep long?”

You shake your head, “No more than half an hour.”

“Good.” he sighs, relieved, as he rubs at his eyes, straightens his glasses, and starts trying to get back to where he left off.

“You’re wearing yourself out. Why don’t you take a break? A proper one, not just a bathroom break.”

He puts his hand over where yours is still resting on his shoulder, trying his best to reassure you before he settles his fingertips back onto his keyboard. “I think it should only take a few more hours.”

“Hours?”

“I just need to finish this, I’m sorry.” He looks up at you with pleading eyes, knowing how concerned you are. It might work if you weren’t so worried for him, but you’re undeterred as you softly tug on his shoulder until his chair is swivelling and he’s forced to face you.

“Kiyo… you can’t be productive like this. Just give me an hour and I’ll get you back in here fresher than before. I promise you’ll feel better afterwards.”

He looks to his laptop screen, then back to you a few times, toying with the hem of his shirt with unsure hands, before sighing and nodding with his eyes closed. “You’re right.”

You have every intention of keeping your word as you settle him down onto the couch, opening the windows to let fresh air in, setting the quickest food and drink you can gather in front of him - making him relax and take care of himself for a moment before dealing with everyone and everything else on his plate. You even turn the little clock on the shelf above his television around, assuring him that you’ll let him know when it’s time to get back to work.

Twenty minutes later and a difference has already been made, as Ijichi is fed and calm and looking at you with his usual loving gaze as you two talk about something other than work for what felt like the first time in ages.

“Thank you for coming over, even if I can’t be a better host.”

You shrug, “Work is work. Besides, if I didn’t come over you would have been passed out at your desk and starving. You need to worry about yourself too, okay?”

He looks down and bites at his lower lip, knowing it isn’t the first time he’s needed the reminder. “I know… I don’t want you to worry about me.”

When his eyes come back up to meet yours he has the sweetest shade of pink tinting his cheeks. His lashes flutter and he seems a little embarrassed at what he’s about to say, but pushes himself to say it nonetheless. “But I do like it when you take care of me.”

A warmth spreads through your chest, making its way up to the tips of your ears as you chuckle at your boyfriend’s earnestness. “Then it’s a good thing I love taking care of you.”

You pull his glasses off, setting them to the side before holding his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs across his sunken cheeks and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He melts into it, resting himself against your lips, and when you lean back he lets his head slide right down to rest in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, rubbing at his back, feeling his long lashes brushing at your neck, and think for a moment that he just might be dozing off until he brings his lips to your skin.

It’s a light kiss, soft lips against your pulse as the breaths from his nose tickle at your skin, then as the second kiss is slightly firmer you can feel him tense as he’s lost in thought. The third kiss is deeper still, slightly wet as he lets just the tip of his tongue brush against your neck before you’re laughing softly at the wavering hesitation of his actions.

“We have time. You can get back to work afterwards, okay?”

It’s all the rationale he needs, finally sucking at your neck lightly, licking before his lips part just to move to another spot to kiss.

You pull him further into your embrace, leaning back and lying down across the couch with him on top of you. He nestles into you, happy hum accompanying his kisses along your neck when you squeeze his hips between your thighs. The kisses take a path downward as he tugs the neckline of your shirt just a little bit lower, lips gentle against what he can reach of your chest like this, until you’ve had enough and pull your shirt up yourself.

He helps you take it off, then sits up, arms raised as he lets you pull his shirt off in turn before he’s coming back down to press your bodies together, slotting himself slightly lower so he can press kisses against your breasts. His long fingers curl into the waistband of your pants, but he can’t make much progress with removing them thanks to how the two of you are lying, so you raise your hips and help him along. With them out of the way, you lie back and let him make the choice of how to proceed.

A choice is made with slow and deliberate movements, as Ijichi sits up and pulls your underwear to the side, keeping them hooked in place with his thumb as he slides the fingers of his other hand through your wetness. His brows knit further, as he looks nearly pained with the intensity of how you feel just with fingertips.

“So soft…”

He knows you are, but has to reiterate it every chance he gets, always lost in the thought of it when it’s presented to him like this. It always feels like it’s not quite real for a moment until you’re speaking to him, encouraging and warm.

“Go on, Kiyo.”

He nods, pulling his fingers from you just long enough to start shoving his own pants down, barely low enough to give him the access he needs. As his cock springs free, standing and aching and twitching as you angle your hips upwards, he shakes his head instead. His glassy eyes meet your confused gaze as he seems to change his mind last minute, “I want to- let me just-“

Ijichi stops, biting at his lower lip, trying to make sense of his thoughts and wants even as his head is crying out for the comforts right in front of him. Then, he lets out a desperate little whine, grasping himself at the base. He presses it against you, gliding through your wetness in a path that has his silky tip stopping for a moment to slide just that bit more firmly against your clit as he pushes his hips forward to thrust back up.

His eyes meet yours again, hoping his actions can help explain, “Just like this, for a second.”

You nod, reaching down to hold your underwear in place as he thrusts in the tight wetness formed between your folds and his own fingers. He looks into your eyes, letting out shaky breaths as he tries to pull his thoughts together.

“Feels good, Kiyo?” The addition of your voice to his slow movements has him whining. He nods enthusiastically as he pulls his hips back enough to really focus the head of his cock against your clit as he slides over it.

“Y-you too?”

“Yes.”

He smiles, wide and happy, like a cat basking in the sun as he continues his soft thrusts. You settle a leg on his shoulders, the other dangling off the couch, and he rests his head against your calf, letting out sweet little coos at the feel of you against his cock. He’s content with his slow, but firm, movements - getting you close but not quite pushing you over that edge as he leaves you clenching around nothing. You grip at his thighs, feeling the wiry muscle jump as he indulges himself in you for this much needed break.

He isn’t worried, he isn’t watching the time, he isn’t thinking about anything but how good this feels. You do the same, letting him partake in your body how he sees fit even as you lie there growing more and more needy for him to push his way inside of you.

Eventually, that time comes for him. He locks eyes with you, brows raised in a silent request, until you nod and he refocuses on finally working his way into where he’s needed most. He pulls back, letting you wrap your legs around his hips as he lines himself up at your entrance, and lets out a shaky breath as he slides in.

He’s too far gone to take it any slower than he already has, burying himself inside of you fully in one quick push. He nestles his face in the crook of your neck, thrusts already sloppy as he whines against your skin between wet, distracted kisses. When even that isn’t enough he brings his lips to yours, trying his best to kiss you, though his focus is pulled in too many directions to do more than slide his tongue messily at your mouth.

The slow and steady pace of before is long gone, and Ijichi is lost in the need to shove the momentum he’d built further and further as he brings both of you closer. His hips rock against yours, barely pulling out before he’s pushing in and pressing himself flush to you. It’s friction enough to have him moaning into your mouth, more focused on the feel of you gripping his cock as he slides against your sweet spot just right than he is on the kiss that has now turned to his wet lips brushing yours. Every signal your body gives him has his body responding in kind as he begins to throb inside of you, whining out your name through gritted teeth as his end fast approaches.

He grips at the cushions beneath you, stomach clenching, trying his hardest to hold out as he feels you just catching up to him. You look up at his desperate face, lips swollen, eyes glassy, and it’s the last thing you need alongside his rutting into you deep as he can to have you cumming on his cock. With just that first tight clench around him, he’s crying out, shaky, rocking into you sloppily as he unloads inside of you with eyes rolled back and muscles tensing so hard you think he may just pass out.

The thrusts continue even after he’s collapsed on top of you, whining steadily at the intensity as he sees you through your own orgasm until you’re satisfied and rubbing at his back, letting him stop before it’s too much. He rubs his face against your chest, panting and sighing, eventually twitching as your touch begins to tickle, and he looks up at you with happy eyes.

“Do you feel better now?”

He laughs, pressing his flushed face against your skin and indulging in your warmth a little longer. His breath tickles at you as he confirms, “Yes.”

“I told you you would.”

[heich0e]

"That the last one?"

Kiyoomi slumps down torpidly into the chair at the end of the dining room table, nodding silently in reply to the question you'd posed. He looks tired, but not weary, a satisfied exhaustion making his eyes flutter as he rakes a hand through his curls.

"You didn't have to walk every single one of them out," you tease him, turning the music off that had been playing through the speakers in your home and setting your cellphone down on the edge of the table as you step towards him.

"They were my guests," Kiyoomi murmurs, his breath hitching ever so slightly as you sneak behind him and knead your thumbs into the muscle at the base of his neck, just above his shoulder blades. He sighs, his entire body slackening as you work the tips of your fingers into the knot beneath his skin, feeling it slowly begin to unfurl under your careful ministrations.

"I'm pretty sure the Miya twins know their way out by now," you remark, laughing lightly, knowing that the two brothers have stumbled out of your front door on their own two feet and own cognizance on more than enough occasions to merit taking on the task without a guide.

Kiyoomi tips his head back so he can look up at you, a little pout dragging down his bottom lip. "It's polite."

You smile, sneaking your hands up over his shoulders so that your palms can glide gently along the front of his shirt. As you dip down towards him, his eyes never stray from yours, even as you grow nearer.

Softly, you hum. "You're right. But you're also the birthday boy."

Kiyoomi's lashes flutter, and you see the way his gaze lowers to your lips just for a moment. You tilt your face towards his until your lips brush, the ghost of the kiss you know he really wants, a whisper in place of a scream. All too quickly, you pull away, and Kiyoomi groans as you step towards the opposite end of the table again.

"Did you have fun?" you ask him, plucking one of the last few unopened bottles of wine from the collection at the end of the table, and then two clean glasses to accompany it. Kiyoomi watches raptly as you make quick work of popping the cork, and then the slow trickle as you fill both glasses with a healthy pour.

"I did," Kiyoomi agrees quietly, his eyes trained to the steady flow of red wine from the bottle in your hands to the waiting glass below. A few years ago no one would have ever imagined that Kiyoomi would concur to a similar sentiment in this way. Just hours ago this home–his home, your home–had been filled to the brim, near bursting, with people. Every single one of them present to celebrate him. His friends. His family. You. But neither the crowd nor the invasion of his personal space that night were enough to unsettle him. Not even the mess that had been left behind seemed to dampen his spirits.

You smile to yourself as you realize it: realize just how much has changed in what feels like so little time. You love Kiyoomi now as much as you loved Kiyoomi then–the one who never would have allowed so many people to infiltrate his carefully guarded sanctuary, the one who scarcely let enough people close to him to fill a sofa let alone a home.

You turn to look at him, and aren't surprised to find him watching you again. You can't remember a time when you've searched for Kiyoomi's eyes in a room–whether crowded, empty, or somewhere in-between–and not found them already staring back at you. That's one thing that hasn't changed, and you're endlessly thankful for it.

You bring Kiyoomi his wine, setting the thin-stemmed glass in front of him as you lean against the edge of the table at his side. He watches as lift your own up to your lips, taking a sip, and his hand reaches to caress the warm skin of your thigh where the hem of your dress rests.

"You look pretty," he says quietly.

"Thank you, Kiyo," you reply, the same way you have each time he's told you the same thing that night.

"This is my favourite colour," he continues, pinching the hem of your dress delicately between his thumb and his pointer finger. You already know that too, of course, but hearing him say it still makes you feel good.

"That's why I wore it," your voice is breathy when you reply, your tongue peeking out to moisten your lips. You taste the wine that lingers on them as you do. "But I'm glad you like it."

Kiyoomi is still fiddling with the edge of fabric, his eyes glued to the skin that he reveals beneath it the further he eases the material up. He hasn't touched his wine, but his skin has begun to stain high along his cheeks not dissimilarly to the merlot waiting for his attention in his glass.

Finally he sighs, letting the hem slip from his fingertips, leaning forward and resting his cheek against your abdomen. Your fingers thread through his curls like second nature, holding him against you as the soft ringlets tickle the sensitive skin between your knuckles.

"Are you tired?" you ask him, though you're sure you already know.

He hums, nuzzling against you a bit more. Social events like this one do still take a lot out of him, regardless of the fact that he’s enjoyed himself. They make him a little needier–a little clingier–but you don't find that you mind it at all.

Kiyoomi pulls away after a few more moments of your comfort, reaching out for his neglected glass. He lifts it to his mouth, and as he swallows down a mouthful of the wine he finally lets his eyes sweep along his surroundings for the first time. You watch as his gaze traces the room while he swallows, admiring the delicate bob of his throat, and then he looks up at you again.

"There's a lot to clean up," he says, setting his glass back down atop the table. There's a drop of red wine clinging to the edge of his mouth, and you reach for him on sheer instinct, cupping his warm cheek in your hand and dragging your thumb along his lip to clean it off. Kiyoomi stares, inky eyes blown-wide and completely captivated, as you lift the digit up to your own mouth and lick it clean.

You can't help but smirk a little at how completely transparent his expression is to you now. How plainly you can see what he's thinking behind those ever-watching eyes.

"It's still your day, you know, birthday boy," you say to him, reaching behind you on the table until your fingers brush the unmistakable shape of the bottle of wine. You drag it towards you by the neck, the glass rumbling as it slides across the tabletop. As you lift it up, the bottle swings precariously in your grip. "That means you're allowed to make a mess."

Kiyoomi swallows, only this time theres no wine in his mouth. He reaches up and catches the base of the bottle as it sways idly before him, and you let him take it from your hand into his own. His eyes trail back to your dress–your pretty dress, his favourite colour dress–and yet again, you know exactly what the man in front of you is thinking, without him having to say a single word.

You and your dress would look even prettier in red.

[y2kuromi]

࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LOVE LETTERS ?! O1: parallel lines

synopsis: love is a foreign concept, often hard to express in words. except your feelings poured into the sweetest letters, intended for your eyes only. when the saccharine envelopes are mailed out to the five boys you’ve loved sparks fly, hearts break and chaos ensues. “heavily inspired by tatbilb”

𝖎. series : seishiro nagi x f! reader (she/they) | wc: 2.2k | contents : semi-angst (if you squint) conflict! chaos, fake dating trope. kinda? forced proximity. toxic/fake friends, cheating! heavy pining second person (you/your/yours) flashbacks & swearing in italics

𝖎. notes : i actually loved writing this chapter. especially because the real chaos starts now ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ i'll try and update as much as i can!

⇆ series masterlist prev: dear nagi next: stars aligned

FRIDAY,

. . . ❀ you scribbled furiously on a pale post-it note. the words “where are my letters?” were etched in smooth graphite markings. you needed to know desperately.

your mind hadn’t been at peace since you woke up and discovered your ‘best friend’ and your love letters were missing. you’d hightailed it to school shortly after but kiyomi avoided you like the plague. you were now sitting in geography class — hours to the semi-finals —desperately trying to talk to her

you tossed the post-it onto her desk and she ignored it. the pile of sticky notes was growing larger by the second.

“kiyo” you hissed, “this isn’t funny answer me!”.to your distaste the strawberry blonde ignored you. her viridian eyes remained glued to the faded geography textbook

“oh my god!” you whisper-yelled. except you didn’t really whisper. you just yelled. the sea of students pivoted and you sat like a deer caught in headlights

“sawako” mr. mishima said, his voice sending chills down your spine, “would you like to share this enlightening piece of information with the rest of the class?”

“no…” you sighed, “not really”

“i’m waiting” his boney fingers tapped impatiently on his desk, “it’s that or detention after class”

“i’ll take detention then” you said through gritted teeth. you shot kiyo a withering glare as you trudged towards mr.mishima’s desk and collected the pink detention slip

your classmates gawked at you in amazement. (y/n), student council president, volleyball captain and little miss perfect? got detention? it didn’t seem plausible. not for a million years

you sat through the rest of the class with a stoney look on your face. why would kiyo take your letters? what did she want? your resignation as captain??

the strawberry blonde you’d grown to trust more than anyone averted your gaze. she bit down on her lip anxiously awaiting the bell, and bolted the second its shrill ringing echoed in the classroom

as far as you were concerned, she could burn in hell.

you gathered your things together sluggishly. you weren’t particularly eager to head to detention.

your geography textbook landed in your bag with a thud and you squeezed your eyes shut. you’d die if she sent them. you could already feel your heart stopping and your cells dying

“i’m really disappointed sawako” mr mishima frowned as your last classmate filed out. reo mikage, the resident rich kid kiyomi was head over heels in love, flashed you a pitying look

“i can explain i swear” you pleaded, it was starting to dawn on you that being stuck in detention would prevent you from playing against niiyama today

“is there really a valid explanation for disrupting class?”

“no….yes….i don’t know!” you wailed, “kiyomi took something of mine, well some things actually and they’re very personal and sentimental”

normally , you detested snitches but your life was on the line

“did she take them in school?”

“no..”

“then you should settle that externally” he scolded, “unfortunately your detention still stands”

“mr mishima please” you said, desperation clutching your voice, “the semi-finals are today and i’ve got to play”

“the most i can do is give you one hour rather than an hour thirty and then you’ll have to write an essay on the importance of tourism” he shrugged, “regardless of the trigger you still disrupted my class”

you gaped at him, astounded by the severity he was handling you with. you pressed your lips firmly together and nodded, trudging out of the classroom and down the hallway

“hey (y/n)!” a familiar voice called, you spun around to see kunigami standing in the midst of the sea of doors. he was holding up a bag you were sure was filled with seaweed snacks

“hey kuni” you said, waving and flashing him a half-hearted smile, “what’s up?”

“i was going to ask if you were down to talk before your game” he admitted, auburn eyes boring into yours

“can’t” you said plainly, “got detention thanks to kiyomi”

“oh” he frowned, you felt slightly irritated. he didn’t get to wait on you now. you’d been chasing him for ages and just as you’d moved on he wormed his way into your life

“maybe next time” you shrugged, leaving him standing in solitude. you stumbled across the old classroom hakuho used for detention. it had the perfect view of the field and the rest of the campus

you slid the door open. the dusty room was near empty, save for seishiro nagi sleeping soundly at the back. he jolted uptight, glancing around confused until he locked eyes with you

he gave you a once over with his dull grey eyes and plopped his head back on the table. you pulled out the chair beside him and sat down wordlessly

the silence was deafening, save for the faint huffs of breathing and the sage clock ticking obnoxiously

“so…why’d you get detention?” you asked, peering at nagi with curious eyes. you’d heard he practically lived here, “after missing school for a day, that was fast”

“offered the teacher some melonpan” he said, not even bothering to lift his head off the table

you stifled giggles as you pictured the tall boy offering his teacher sweet buns rather than an answer. you only shared one class with him, which was history and the only thing he did was sleep

“i bet you were sleeping as-well” you mused, pointing an accusing finger at him, “like you are right now”

“why’re you here anyways” he grumbled, screwing up his face as he gazed at you. you thought he looked cute like this. eyes hazy with sleep and his messy bangs a curtain for his face, “aren’t you s’pposed to be perfect or something”

“it’s a long story” you grimaced, “i’m just worried coach’ll bench me today.”

“what’s today?” nagi asked, his voice laced with the precipice of sleep

“uhm friday?”

he exhaled exasperatedly before asking again, “what’s happening today?”

“ohh” you laughed, “we’re playing niiyama’s girls volleyball team. it’s the semi-finals for nationals”

“you got into the semi-finals?” he asked, letting out a whistle of approval , “that’s cool”

“thanks” you grinned, your smile dropped a split second later, “i don’t think i get to play today”

“you’re the star player” he murmured, “‘least that’s what reo said”

“when’d you become such good friends with mikage?” you asked, “i thought it was just you and sora” you clapped your hand over your mouth once you realised how insensitive that was

“we broke up” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t matter to him. but you knew nagi. his eyes were sunken and he was more withdrawn than ever

“i know” you cringed, “are you okay?” you looked at him with such tenderness he could feel his heart breaking again.

“yeah” he nodded, “‘s fine”

you knew it wasn’t fine, but you weren’t going to push. after so many years of friendship you’d learnt nagi hated talking about his feelings

“you should come to the game today” you blurted, in an attempt to curve the jarring silence, “we won’t disappoint”

“don’t wanna” he yawned, “volleyball games are boring”

“blasphemy” you gasped, “take that back or i’ll end you”

“you’re so weird” he laughed. butterflies fluttered in your stomach. his laugh was quite literally the sweetest thing you’d ever heard

“you’re in detention ‘cause of melon bread” you snickered, “it doesn’t get any weirder than that”

he hummed in agreement, “d’you think sora cheated ‘cause i’m weird?” he asked. and that’s when you knew that girl really did a number on him. nagi despised people who spoke negatively about themselves and here he was doing just that

“funny question! i think sora cheated because she’s weird” you were really satisfied with your answer, even more so because nagi was laughing again

“why’d we stop being friends?” he asked, his frame shook as the softest giggles left his lips, “i haven’t laughed like this in ages”

“it was your fault!” you said, and it was, “we can be friends now i guess…there’s a long queue for that so you’ll have to wait a few business days”

“i don’t mind” he said softly, and you knew he meant it. his eyes were as bright as the glistening stars in the night sky, “‘s not a hassle”

the shrill ringing of the whistle pierces through your consciousness. your (e/c) eyes light up with excitement and triumph. hakuho had scored the winning point in yet another thrilling volleyball match. the elation in your heart was palpable.

as the crowd erupted in cheers,. you couldn't help but let a smile grace your lips as you looked over at your teammates, their faces beaming with pride.

you felt  a weight lifting off your shoulders, the pressure of expectations and the sinking feeling of your problems with kiyomi momentarily forgotten.

"you guys are amazing" the other team's captain said, she had messy ginger hair scraped into a low ponytail and her sportsmanship was leagues above her teammates who looked as if they were on the verge of tears.

"thanks" you grinned, "really good game, see you in the finals hopefully" you added, hoping to get rid of the other team's intense gaze before it could make you uncomfortable.

"hell yeah to that"she cheered, backing away from the net and returning to her teammates. you did the same, joining your teammates by the bleachers. they immediately enveloped you in a crushing group hug

"you played really well today, (y/n)!"

"yeah! we couldn't have won without you!"

"best captain in the league hands down!!!!"

you smiled softly, the praise warmed your chest pleasantly, "i couldn't have done anything without my amazing team" you responded simply. contentment settled in your heart at the affectionate comments your teammates showered you with.

except kiyomi.

she stared at you with a blank expression as she gulped down water. the chemistry between you during the match had been severed.

“kiyo” you said, slipping away from the rest of the team and sitting down beside her. you wordlessly handed her a fresh towel.

“i’m sorry” she sobbed, the tears seemed to erupt from the depths of her soul, “i’m really sorry (y/n)”

“why did you take them?” you asked warily, “you know what it doesn’t even matter just tell me you didn’t send them”

she sniffled loudly and you bit the inside of your cheek so hard you could almost taste blood. you wanted to scream. you wanted to end her

“i-i did” she said quietly, looking down in shame

“oh my-” you let out a strangled groan, “why the hell would you do that??” you instantly thought back to the hour you’d just spent with nagi. the rekindled friendship would come crashing down the second he saw it.

and oh…kunigami. you could feel tears prickling at the back of your eyes. you couldn’t cry here. you just couldn’t.

“i’m so sorry (y/n) i-“ kiyomi hiccuped, “i was trying to play c-cupid”

“with five guys???” you hissed, “do you know how embarrassing this is? did you think for a second you’d be ruining my life??”

“i’m sor-”

“no i’m sorry” you said, venom laced in your words, “i’m sorry i didn’t listen to minai when she told me you were no good”

you shoved yourself off the bench, angry tears stung your eyes. you blinked them back furiously, stumbling blindly through the crowd of students. the sound of their sweet congratulations shot sour daggers in your chest. come monday they’d be pelting you with insults and scorn. you could already feel it

“careful!” someone said, but it was too late. you were crashing into reo at the speed of light. your nose was engulfed in the exquisite scent of versace eros

“sorry” you said, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment . god could this day get any worse??

“you’re all good adara” reo said, concern dripping from his amethyst eyes, “are you okay?”

“i’m fine” you said unconvincingly, “i just need to get out of here”

“we were just heading out” nagi piped up. you hadn’t even noticed he was there, especially because he said he wouldn’t be coming. you figured reo dragged him here “wanna tag along?”

the thought of becoming closer with the grey eyed boy and having it negated by the stupid letter you’d written three years ago sounded sadistic

“i’m good” you said, shaking your head profusely, “thanks nagi,”

“suit yourself” reo hummed, you stuck your tongue out at him

“later mikage, bye nagi” you waved

“reo” he corrected, you rolled your eyes. he’d been telling you to call him reo since middle school. you refused

you darted around the pair and slipped out of the gymnasium

the wind stung against your cheeks. the sky above was a collage of cascading pink, purples and oranges. the sun dipped gracefully behind buildings. despite the beauty, there was an unpleasant chill in the air; a reminder of what awaited you on monday.

you trudged dejectedly across campus, your duffle bag swung against your hip as you walked out the gate. you contemplated switching schools. maybe even leaving the country but you knew you wouldn’t

“just strike me down dude” your groaned, looking up at the sky. much to your dismay, lightning didn’t flash and end your suffering

you got home safely and crashed on the sofa in a heap of sweat and despair. when you woke up hours later the blazing sun had been replaced by the stars and the vast, murky canvas of the night sky

you picked up your phone warily. heart drumming in your ears. yep. just as you feared your notification center was a symphony of chaos

+5 missed calls from: kiyo

+25 missed calls from : ren ren: can we talk? + 10 new messages

+1 new message from: megs aww i think ur cute 2!

+1 new message from : sei got your letter :x

©Y2KUROMI 𝜗𝜚 2024 please do not plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

[revasserium]

neverending daydreams with kenma? 🫶

reqs are open :)

neverending daydreams

kenma; 3,709 words; almost freakishly fluffy, but also kinda trippy. basically my specialty and i love this fic a holy freaking hell of a lot. if u read pls PLS tell me what u think u__u and lemme know if u 'get' the ending!!!

he has never been, in all seriousness, what people would have called a dreamer. but having spent most of his waking hours either gaming or wishing he were gaming, kenma quietly considers the implications of being called as such. a dreamer. what a title — what a name.

what a burden.

“was it bad last night?”

“no, not as bad… but at least it was interesting.”

“oh yeah? tell me.”

“so there was a maze, right — and then you know the super hot manga character from the new series — yeah, he was there too, and we had to like figure out this maze but we couldn’t wear shoes —”

kenma lets his head lilt to one side, his eyes falling shut in the early afternoon sun filtering through the wide classroom windows. they’d been cracked open half an hour ago to let in some air, the spring blossoming into what kenma is already sure would be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer. he’s already dreading it.

“— and then i woke up!”

“aww… lame! you didn’t even make out!”

your laughter spills across the room, warm as the sun now soaking into kenma’s skin and he shakes himself awake, blinking unfocused towards the gaggle of girls sitting three rows ahead of him, heads bent together, a multi-limbed conglomeration of painted nails and hair pins, phone baubles and perfume. he shudders slightly — making out — what a thought. how gross. he’d never understood the appeal, even as more and more of his classmates began to whisper about it, to joke and cackle about it next to the shoe-lockers, in the stalls of the boys bathrooms during lunch, on the benches near the playparks on the way home, loitering around convenience store corners, eyes lingering on bare skin and bracelets, on rolled up sleeves and blushing cheeks.

kenma crinkles his nose, thinking now, of noses. and where on earth they’d even go if you were to —

“oi kenma-kun, do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma blinks, nonplussed as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“huh? you… don’t really believe that, do you?” he asks before he can quite stop himself. the resulting silence makes an uncomfortable heat climb up the length of his neck till his cheeks are burning with it, and still, you stare at him.

“why shouldn’t i? her dog eats weird stuff all the time.”

kenma blinks again, owlish, and he’s unsure if your confusion is feigned and this entire thing is just some elaborate prank, one that’ll break you into laughter any second. he resists the urge to look around, to make sure that the rest of his classmates aren’t all watching him like they’re in on the joke, waiting for the cue to start laughing as well. he feels his shoulders shrugging up as he fights down a frown.

“yeah but… that’s like the oldest excuse in the book, isn’t it? my dog ate my homework?”

this time, its your turn to blink, cocking your head to one side as you regard him, not a hint of malice or trickery in sight. he feels almost ashamed of himself for thinking it of you. of course you wouldn’t.

and then, you laugh. and he starts again, not because this was what he’d been afraid of but because this is the exact kind of laughter he was not expecting, pure and unhurried and unabashedly happy.

“ah — i guess you’re right, but… well, if she wants to keep my notes, then that’s fine. i’ll just make another set. so…” you smile at him, bright as dawn and summer starlight, “can i borrow your notes from yesterday?”

kenma resists the urge to groan, because his mind is already racing into overdrive — why not just ask kiyo from 2-b to give you back your notes again? nay, to demand that she give it back? to threaten her dog with… with what yet, kenma isn’t sure, but he is sure that that would be simpler, would it not, than to ask him for his notes. even though, sure, yes — he has almost all the same classes as you and sure, yes — he does also take pretty good notes. and sure, yes — fine.

this might be the path of least resistance but… doesn’t it feel a bit like punching in the cheatcode? isn’t it stunting… character growth and exp gain for both you and kiyo in 2-b? what if this causes a glitch in the matrix and you’re stuck in the eternal loop of borrowing people’s notes only to have your own notes be taken and eaten by kiyo’s homework-devouring dog until no one in school has notes anymore and everyone fails? would everyone have to hard-reset and start the year over?

“uh… sure… i guess. if you promise to give it back.” he reaches into his bag to pull out his notebook, pressing his lips for a second before handing it over.

you make a noise that’s caught between a squeal and a squeak. it’s a happy sound, he’s sure.

“thank you, thank you, thank you! and yes, i promise i’ll give it back! and my dog doesn’t eat homework — only table scraps and puppy treats — and maybe the occasional piece of trash on the sidewalk, but definitely no homework!”

you press the notes to your chest and beam at him and kenma finally lets out a soul-shaking sigh. he wishes he were home; he wishes he were playing video games; he wishes that the day came with a fast-forward button so he didn’t have to deal with all these scenarios that don’t make a lick of human sense.

the next day, when you return his notes, it’s with a shy smile and that he isn’t entirely sure what to make of. you’d licked your lips and looked anywhere but at him before pressing the notebook back into his chest and scurrying off with a thankssomuchforyournotes! tossed over your shoulder before you’re disappearing into your multi-limbed girl-gaggle and they were all laughing and giggling as they absorb you back into their amorphous blob, casting furtive glances his way that make his shoulders want to shrink up to his ears, if only to hide his face behind.

he hunkers down over his notebook, adjusts his sports bag and hurries into homeroom.

it isn’t until japanese literature, when he’s flipping open said borrowed-and-now-returned notebook that he notices — there’s a drawing on next blank page. or, well, what used to be the next blank page but is now definitely no longer blank. and it’s a drawing of you.

kenma stares down at it, at the cartoonishly large head, the huge, anime-lashed eyes, at your chibi-rendered hands clasped together in an unmistakable gesture of thanks. and something inside him jumps. something warm and thumping and uncoordinated. it coughs, skips, skids inside his chest and it takes him a moment to realize that it’s his heart.

thanks again! let me treat you to lunch sometime?

he reads the line four times before he finally manages to process the words. lunch. sometime.

treat?

he frowns. but school lunches are always free.

his eyes slingshot towards you, drawn as if by a magnetic force, and he finds you immediately. your eyes meet and a zing sings through him, shaking him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. your cheeks flush, but you don’t look away. instead, you cock your head as if asking a question.

his heart thumps, and then thumps again. heat slowly unfurls in the base of his stomach, something like hunger, except it isn’t actually hunger. it’s a wanting, a thrumming wish — pressing and feverish and — he swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from you to look back down at the drawing, at the words.

treat. lunch. sometime.

sometime. but it can’t be during school. then when?

kenma freezes as realization washes through him, cold as a too-large bite of icecream.

oh. oh.

and then, he blushes hard enough for him to bury his face in his arms, refusing to pick his head up even when the literature teacher asks him expressly if he were feeling ill.

it’s saturday at noon, to be precise. and as kenma waits outside the neighborhood soba house, he wonders briefly if he’d accidentally stumbled upon a hidden side-quest that’s actually more difficult than the main storyline, because he’s almost certain that he’d never signed up for this.

cold-soba with you. alone. together.

no. he scuffs his feet against the floor, his fingers furling and unfurling in his pockets, so unaccustomed to not having a game console to fiddle with, no controllers to twiddle. he feels it like a phantom itch, like ghost-controllers as he opts for chewing on his lower lip instead.

stupid kuroo, taking away his switch. stupid, stupid, genius kuroo, letting it “slip” that kenma had a date on saturday, so that his mother had fussed all morning and had subjected him to a full-body pat down to confiscated the rest of his ill-hidden hand-held gaming consoles one by one with a scowl and a reprimand of no gaming when you’re on your first real date, kozume!

at least, he thinks, tugging his phone out of his pocket to flip through the preinstalled games there, there’s alway snake —

“kenma-kun! hi! sorry i’m late!”

your voice catches him like a punch in the stomach and he almost drops his phone, fumbling it for a second before catching it and shoving it into his pocket.

he looks up, a frown already forming on his forehead when he stops — he catches sight of you and that strange, twisting not-hunger-hunger gnaws at a growing space inside him. because oh — there you are. you’re standing in front of him, a little breathless, but dressed like… like a display from a pastry store window, or one of those ball-jointed dolls that have entire fan-followings online. you’re lashes and lace, earrings and nail-art, and all the normal things he’d come to associate with the strange, foreign concept of girl-geometry but you’re also nervous, and sweet, and looking up at him with those huge eyes, not unlike those in the chibi-doodle version of yourself that you’d left in his notebook.

and nervousness he understands. sweetness… he understands too. to a certain degree.

“no, you’re fine… i just got here too,” he says, and it’s a not-really-lie, because he did just get here… like fifteen minutes ago. but time’s just a human construct anyway, and there’s no point in getting caught up in the semantics.

he takes a breath at the same time you do, and you break into a fit of nervous laughter that makes him want to reach out and bottle the sound. or maybe just to record it on his phone for a rainy day. he tamps down the strange and doubtlessly creepy urge with a cough and motions vaguely towards the door.

“uh — you wanna…”

you nod, a bit too hard, before brushing by him into the soba shop and bowing to the middle-aged woman behind the counter.

she seats the pair of you in a booth, tucked into the corner, and for this kenma is thankful. he feels himself relaxing into the secludedness of the position.

“hot?” he asks, watching as you fan yourself with your hand from across the table.

you freeze and blush again, and he looks down immediately, feeling rather guilty for putting you on the spot. but when he glances back at you, you’re smiling.

“yeah, a little. it’s gonna be so gross this summer.”

“yeah, i know. i hate it already.”

he would’ve winced if it hadn’t been cut off by the sound of your laughter. with this, at least, he is familiar. how many times had he let himself melt into that sound during all those classes you had together? how many times had he centered himself around it, made it the still point of his turning universe, grounded himself to it so he could count from one moment to the next. he hadn’t thought it anything strange before now — after all, isn’t that what the internet says you’re supposed to do when you’re feeling unmoored? to find a commonality and stake yourself to it. only…

is it strange that he’d chosen your laughter?

it’d been such a simple choice, so easy to make — it was everywhere, and when it wasn’t there, he could conjure up the sound perfectly.

sitting across from you now, he pauses, wondering what kuroo would say if he were ever to bring this up. probably call him a pervert and never let him live it down.

“me too. i think i hate a lot of things but…” you break off, your eyes meeting his for a split second before looking away.

kenma breathes, watches the way you worry your bottom lip.

the conversation is stilted, but after a while, the awkwardness wears off. like silver soaking off years of accumulated tarnish, the shine breaking through as the soba is served and the pair of you are left slurping at the chilled noodles.

by the time he offers to walk you home, kenma finds that he’s no longer searching for things to do with his fingers, the phantom itch of a ghost-console no longer needed to occupy the space between his hands. and when you say goodbye to him this time, it’s no longer a string of words strung together too fast, tossed like an endless hope over your shoulder, but held between the pair of your bodies like a promise.

“see you on monday!”

kenma smiles, “yeah… sure. see you then.”

he watches as you turn to walk away, and his feet warm with the premonition of motion, but something holds him still, holds him there as he watches you take two steps, three steps — and then, you turn back around. and you’re closing the space between you and him, quick as a flash, your lips grazing the skin of his cheek, and then just as quickly, you’re falling back onto your just-taken steps, your cheeks ablaze as you wave a hand at him and race off before he can do more than open his mouth, his jaw loosened by the action, the thought — the motion and e-motion of it all.

kenma stares at the place where your body had just been, taking up space, and then oh-so-abruptly… not.

you’d turned the corner, and now not even your shadow lingers, but he fancies that there’s still a break in the light, a tear in the air just in front of him where you had been, warmed by your just-there-ness. slowly, he raises a hand to swipe it through that space, before bringing it up to his cheek to brush it against the place where your lips had been.

and are now no longer.

and there too, he feels his own skin, warmed by the just-there-ness of your no-longer-there lips.

three days, it takes him. three days to build up the courage to ask you out again. on another date. and this time, he doesn’t tell kuroo, or his mother, but he doesn’t bring games with him either.

the frozen yogurt place isn’t too crowded on a wednesday night, early enough to still be dinner-time, too late for the afternoon-stragglers to be out and about. he arrives, as he had done, fifteen minutes before you, and he wastes no time in starting a game of snake on his phone.

by the time you get there, it’s getting hard to maneuver the pixel-snake’s body without it’s tail trailing across the entire screen.

“i thought you’d only be into the kind of games with like… a million levels or something.”

your voice jolts him out of his intense concentration, and this time, he does drop his phone. your reach out to catch it with a knowing grin, handing it back to him, but by then, the large GAME OVER is already flashing over the screen.

“oops… sorry,” you say, looking genuinely apologetic.

“don’t be. and you’re right, i do like games with a ton of levels but… things like this are fun once in a while too.”

he blushes as he motions at the space between the pair of you, his phone still clutched in his hand, so that it’s unclear if he’s talking about the game or… something else entirely.

“only once in a while?” you venture, the slightest hint of a tease in your voice. and it’s incredible, he thinks, the change a single week’s worth of familiarity can do for the both of you. because while your first “date” had been all awkward silences and rough, stumbling changes of topic, this one — already — has taken on a sheen of smoothness and liquidity that makes kenma’s skin prickle up with what he can only assume is excitement.

“well… maybe — i dunno…” he gulps as he holds open the door for you to walk into the yogurt store, “it’s only a pattern if something happens more than three times, right?”

and god, where had this come from? this daring, this strange, almost alternate-universe confidence — and is he really flirting?

you let out a pleased sort of hum that warms his entire body and he thinks that he’d rather like to hear that sound again too. to add to his collection of bottle-able sounds that come from your body — he bites off the thought there, because kuroo will really start to call him a pervert then.

“i’m free on saturday,” you say, turning towards him to offer him a yogurt cup.

he stares at it for a second before taking it, letting his fingertips linger where they brush against yours.

“okay then,” he says, allowing himself the shadow of a smile as you ask him what his favorite yogurt flavor is, and he asks you your favorite toppings. and it’s easy like this, isn’t it? how had he ever thought this difficult? had it ever been? the bell-like sonance of your voice, the tinkling texture of your laughter, the great, blossoming fire licking up, up from the base of his stomach all the way to the top of his chest.

why had he ever scorned this as strange? as unnatural?

how could he have ever thought this to be a mere sidequest when this — he’s sure of it now — is the entire point of the game to begin with? because don’t all roads lead to this? to this giddiness and certainty? to this… unshakable knowing that he, even in his youth, is held still by in it’s immensity that this could be something more?

something like… love?

but it’s too early for that yet, and he’s getting ahead of himself. skipping the levels and peering at the walkthroughs.

he forces himself to focus on the tang of the yogurt, the crunch of the oreo chunks. he anchors himself to the grace of your smile and the weight of your laughter.

and after, when the yogurt is done and the night is still young, he offers to walk you home again. and this time, he doesn’t wait for you to close the gap between your bodies — he leans down to do it himself. because somewhere between the space of then and now, he’s made the decision that he doesn’t want the shadow or the just-there-ness anymore. he wants the just and the there. separate and whole and oh.

so that’s where your noses go.

the kiss breaks between you and kenma leans in to unbreak it.

you make a small noise at the back of your throat and he has to keep himself from grinning.

there, again, another bottle-able sound.

he inches his hand up to cup your cheek and you lean into him, pressing both your palms to his chest. and for moments and moments and moments, the pair of you stay locked there, breaking and unbreaking the kiss again and again and again until finally, you press him away to take a breath.

you are breathless, and so is he.

and briefly, oh so briefly, kenma wonders as he looks at you, stares into your eyes as you look back at him, if this could be called dreaming.

“oi… oi kenma-kun?”

kenma blinks, frowning slightly as your face swims into view, his vision catching on the tiny gems glinting from your earlobes.

“h-huh?”

your face is inches from his, and the afternoon sun is warm against his skin. the classroom behind you is filled with the scent of a blossoming spring, trailing into what kenma already knows will be an absolutely sweltering tokyo summer.

your voice rings through him like knowing, and your smile, when he finally focuses on it with bleary eyes and a buzzing mind, looks something like the remnants a dream.

“do you have notes from yesterday’s class? i lent mine to kiyo in 2-b and she says her dog ate it.”

kenma chews on his lips as he weighs the answer on his tongue, and finally, he allows himself a tiny, secret smile as he digs around in his bag for the notebook, handing it to you as he says —

“you don’t actually believe that, do you?”

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

Danganronpa "As a Ship" Edition #7:

💙 Shuichi/Korekiyo 🤎

Most are intimidated by Korekiyo, but Shuichi finds him genuinely interesting. In fact, both of them find each other mutually interesting in different ways. They both admire and respect each other a great deal.

Korekiyo provides Shuichi with much needed stability and practicality when he is in a dark place of place.

Shuichi has genuine passion and interest in Kiyo's anthropology lectures, and he could listen to him for hours without judging.

Only with Shuichi does Kiyo share his trauma with. It takes a long time for him to realize that he even has trauma from all the denial, but Shuichi ---being ever so observent---noticed. In return, Shuichi opens up to him about his own hardship and struggles.

They savor the simple moments of drinking tea and reading together.

For expressing their love, Kiyo showers Shuichi with romantic poems that perfectly captures his own deep affection for Shuichi, or gives him meaningful objects/artifacts rich in historical and passionate significance. Basically, he is a complete hopeless romantic. Shuichi expresses his love by supporting Kiyo and going above and beyond to ensure his happiness and safety.

The struggles of their relationship would be dealing with Kiyo's dark nature and beliefs, and Shuichi being too sensitive, or too logical in contrast to Kiyo's more spiritual beliefs.

Kiyo brings out Shuichi's intelligence and thirst for knowledge.

Shuichi brings out Kiyo's sensitive side.

They are socially awkward nerds who are in love.

[sdr2lovemail]

Domestic life with Shinobu! (Female Reader)

Note: Wrote this for lesbian visibility week but only got around to posting it now...at least it's in time for pride month! I was totally about to make this angsty, but lesbians deserve peace! Also, fun fact: a ring on the thumb is often a symbol for sapphic women!

The beating summer sun is harsh and hot. Your hands ache as you swing a wooden sword. Counting to ten, readjusting your grip, repeating the reps, and continuing this pattern for hours even when your muscles begin to tense.

Breaking the serene atmosphere of the Butterfly Mansion courtyard is the sound of three rushing girls. The sound of their shoes clicking against the rock pathways breaks your concentration. Their cute voices calling your name have your attention.

Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho run up to you, a bottle of water, a towel, and a snack in each of their hands. You accept the items graciously, setting the wooden sword down to sip the water.

“[Name]! You looked so cool out there. The rehabilitation training is paying off!” Kiyo praised, the other two girls nodding along.

You quickly drink the water and scarf down the food. Smiling at the girls, you pick up the wooden sword. “Thank you, girls. The snack was delicious, but I must get back to training.”

Small hands grab your uniform, stopping you from walking. They pull you back from trying to reach the sword. “No! You can’t; it’s time for a break.” The girls hound you, struggling to keep you in place.

Smiling down at the girls, you try to free your uniform from their surprisingly firm grip. “Oh, don’t worry. I just took a break not too long ago.” Your soft words do nothing to stop their tugging.

With puppy-eyed expressions, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho keep pulling. “But it was a direct request from Lady Shinobu!”

……

The aforementioned medic sit’s in her office, writing formulas and the status of her current patients. As she works, Shinobu can hear the sound of familiar footsteps. She closed her notebook with a smug smile and patiently waited for her visitor.

The door to her office slides opens with you on the other side. Shinobu claps her hands together, bringing them up to her face. “Aw, if it isn’t my diligent slayer.”

You walk up to Shinobu’s desk, standing over her with a slight glint in your eyes. Setting your hands on her desk, you lean close to her smiling face. “You sent the girls after me while I was training.” 

Shinobu’s face takes on a look of innocence. She knew you couldn’t resist when the girls looked at you with those cute puppy eyes. “I have no idea what you mean.” She gets up from her seat, bringing her hands to rest on your waist. Her fingers squeeze the plush skin there. “You’ve trained a lot today. Take a break.” Shinobu leans in to kiss your cheek like she’s trying to seduce you into staying.

You can feel yourself get a bit flustered at her sudden affections. “I have to train, Nobu. I need to get back to work as soon as possible.” 

Shinobu does not let up, her lips moving to kiss your jaw. “The other Hashira can take over in your absence. Besides, I already had Aoi start a bath for us. You wouldn’t want her work to go to waste.” She looks at you with teasing eyes, capitalizing on your love for the younger butterfly girls.

Her teasing and kissing had done the trick. She walks you to the bathhouse of the mansion. True to her words, a steaming bath was prepared. Incense line the room and fill the space with a soft lavender scent. Aoi had done a great job setting the room up. It was just as Shinobu requested it.

Shinobu makes quick work of taking her uniform off. She purposely gives you an eyeful of her curves. After folding her clothes into a neat pile, she turns to you. There’s a smirk on her delicate features. “Hm, you have too many clothes on, honey.”

Her nimble fingers work on the buttons of your top. Shinobu’s fingers are working slowly, teasing. Her face is so close to yours, yet not close enough. Once she’s finished, she slips the shirt off. She makes sure to drag her hands against your skin, her nails leaving light scratches. Shinobu leans in close, her lips just about to touch yours. You could feel her breath against your skin.

“Time for your pants.” She lets out a playful laugh as she pulls away. Your pants came off much faster than your top. Shinobu eagerly rushed you to the bath, helping you into the hot water. She gets in soon after you, letting out a sigh. “Doesn’t the water feel nice? It’s filled with plenty of healing minerals.” 

Smiling at her, you lean in close. “It feels amazing. This was very thoughtful of you.” Pulling into your body, you press a kiss onto her forehead. “I’ll admit, I’ve spent a lot of time training. It’s just,” You paused, thinking over your words. Since you entered the butterfly mansion: you spent every moment training. Unknowingly neglecting Shinobu and your health, running your body ragged. “I don’t want to feel weak.”

Shinobu’s smile falters, forming into a more concerned look. “Honey, you’re not weak. What happened was just an accident. It wasn’t your fault.” Her hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“But I’m a hashira! I’m not supposed to make such mistakes.” The mission you were on was supposed to be an easy one. However, one minor slip-up was enough to take you out of action. You felt embarrassed, ashamed. The whole incident left a heavy weight on your chest. “I…I could’ve died on that mission.”

Hearing these words, Shinobu could feel her anger bubble up and rise. Not at you, but more at the feeling of helplessness. This feeling of dread. The same way she felt when she heard the cries of those who lost their loved ones to demons. The same way she felt upon losing her sister.

As she shifts around, the water ripples. She brings you into a hug, her arms shaking almost unnoticeable. Her head rests in the crook of your neck. You could feel a single tear drip against your skin.

“Don’t say things like that.” Her words came out more like a demand, but there was still that shakiness. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters. We can talk more later. But for now, I want to enjoy this time with you.” Perhaps it was selfish of her, but she wished to forget the horrors of being a demon slayer. All she wanted was to be in this moment with you. Enjoy this illusion of domestic bliss before having to face the grim reality.

Leaning into her hold, you let out a soft sigh. For just a second, you truly felt at peace. “Alright, let's talk about something else. Hm, do you know what’s for dinner tonight?” Your tone was light, not wanting to break the serene air.

Shinobu smiled, a soft glint in her eyes. She shifts her position again so that she’s now leaning against you. “I may have pulled a few strings. It’s your favorite tonight!” There were no real strings pulled. Shinobu was a hashira, and she could have almost anything she wanted. She just liked the feeling of having to work for what she wanted; rather than just being served to her.

“Well, you’re spoiling me tonight, aren't you?” You laugh and press a small kiss on her cheek.

Leaning up and kissing you on the lips, Shinobu’s smile gets more teasing. “You’ve been so focused on training lately. I have a lot of love I need to catch up on.”

……

True to her word, Shinobu’s treatment was not finished. After the bath, she massaged your body. Her nimble fingers worked out any knots that were present. Once your body was thoroughly worked, she helped you get dressed in the finest pajamas she had to offer.

The two of you now reside in her quarters, sitting at the low table in the center of the room. Shinobu had brewed some tea. She fills two cups with the steaming liquid.

“This tea is said to reduce stress and relax the body. The ginger I added is full of antioxidants as well.” 

As she explains all the properties of the tea in front of you, there’s a smile on your face. One full of pure love and adoration. 

“I know you like your tea sweeter, but sugar would slow your healing process,” Shinobu explained as she sipped her tea. Glancing at you, she noticed that love-filled expression on your face. She leaned over to pinch your cheek. “Hey, are you even listening?”

You let out a sound of surprise as her pinch broke you out of your daydream. Giving her a sheepish smile, you hold her hand against your face. “Sorry, I wasn't. I was just thinking about something.” 

“Oh? And what could be more important than my medical knowledge?” She teased.

Looking at her, your eyes softened. You bring her hand to press a gentle kiss onto it. “Well, I was thinking,” You take a short breath, building up your courage. “When all of this is over, when there’s no more fighting or grief, I want to become your wife. We’ll settle down, maybe get a new estate. We could take the rest of the girls, living happily in peace. I love you; I want to spend the rest of our lives together.” 

Your sudden proclamation of love caught Shinobu off guard. Her eyes were wide, and on her cheeks was a faint blush. For a moment, she felt vulnerable. She pulls away from your touch. You could feel your heart sink at that moment. She moves with quick steps, retrieving a small box from her desk. You soon felt relieved as she took a seat in front of you.

“It seems you beat me to it.” Shinobu teased. She opened the box. In it was a simple silver band, a purple jewel encrusted in the middle, and a soft stripe of lilac going through the ring. “This isn’t a proposal, but more of a promise.”

She gently took your right hand, setting the ring on your thumb. “When we no longer have to fight, I’ll propose. When everything is over, you’ll become my wife and I’ll be yours.” Shinobu’s voice was that of a whisper as she held your hands.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. Leaning in, you brought Shinobu into a passionate kiss. One full of love and trust. Pulling back, you rest your forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. “I would want nothing more.”

[berrisweet]

MILES AWAY . . . s. kiyoomi

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intro : kiyoomi's away on one of his volleyball trips and you miss him too much.

rika 💬: just a little self insert😈

tw : hurt(?)/comfort , more like angst

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it's the day kiyoomi left for his trip to new york. you knew what you signed up for when you started dating him, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. you're lying on the couch, scrolling on your phone with the tv playing in the background. you're doing anything to get your mind off kiyoomi's absence, but it's clearly not working.

you sigh, getting up from the couch and shutting the tv off. it was late, but you didn't really have an appetite. you've always had bad separation anxiety from the start, starting from when you were younger. your mom would always leave for work trips, leading to you crying at night and hardly eating until she came back. it was always a hard thing to deal with.

you make your way towards your shared bedroom, taking in the the sight of the tousled sheets and empty bed. you run your hand over your face, walking towards the bed and lying down. you cuddle yourself under the blankets, grabbing kiyoomi's pillow and hugging it. you nuzzle your face into it, inhaling the subtle scent of his cologne.

your phone is in one hand, open to your contacts. you debate whether to call kiyoomi or not. he's always told you to call him if you miss him, but you can't bring yourself to do it. you don't want to feel like a bother. after a few minutes of debating, you press on his contact and hold your phone to your ear.

each ring makes your heart beat faster. you're hoping he'll pick up, but at the same time you're not sure he will. after what feels like forever, you hear his voice on the other end of the line.

"sweetheart?" he asks. "kiyo." you reply, voice a bit shaky. "sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asks, clearly concerned. "jus'...jus' missed your voice." you say, voice a soft murmur.

"oh, love.." he says, tone sympathetic.

you talk on the phone for what seems like hours, kiyo telling him about his day, how he ran into his fans, how his team's been, how his game went, how he's gonna come home soon and make it up to you. finally, after an hour and a half, he says he needs to go to prepare for his match. you wish him a good luck and an i love you. you can practically see the smile through the phone. he says an 'i love you, too' before wishing you a good night. you place your phone back on the nightstand, smiling.

the apartment may still be empty, but in that moment, it feels a little warmer, a little less lonely.

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tags ! @chloiyoomi , @kozuwhore !

[flyingwargle]

sakuatsu week day 1: "i've waited for this."

it’s a simple setup, rows of chairs on either side of a white carpet decorated with flowers that ends at the altar, an arch with curtains on either side, adorned with a beautiful assortment of fauna. the ocean and sky meet in an infinite expanse of blue, the sun giving its blessing onto the couple of the hour. the guests chatter amongst themselves, dressed anywhere from elegant suits, traditional kimono, radiant dresses. the minister awaits on the altar, waiting.

with uniformed footsteps, the couple arrives to walk down the aisle, arm in arm. the crowd jumps to their feet to applaud, whistle, and cheer, throwing flower petals in the air. a few have their phones out to record the moment, taking photos as the couple walks by, clad in matching pink suits and red bowties, smiles wide at the family and friends gathered together.

at the end of the aisle, before the minister, stands their best men. osamu’s smile shines brighter than the stars in the galaxy, motoya subtly wiping away tears with his hand. the couple reaches the altar, turns to face each other before the minister. atsumu’s upper lip wobbles as he tries to hold back his tears; kiyoomi can’t help but look at him fondly, with an adoration that has cultivated for years upon years, and will continue to grow, for as long as he lives.

once the crowd is seated, the minister starts. “it is my pleasure to officiate one of japan’s first same-sex marriages on this lovely day,” he begins. “may the couple find nothing but happiness for the rest of their lives, and may nothing threaten its validity, for as long as i have breath in this body.” he turns to atsumu. “miya atsumu, do you promise to take sakusa kiyoomi as your husband, to be there for him in sickness and health, and stand by his side, no matter what obstacles may come?”

“i do.” despite the tears in his eyes, his voice doesn’t waver.

the minister turns to kiyoomi. “sakusa kiyoomi, do you promise to take miya atsumu as your husband, to be there for him in sickness and health, and stand by his side, no matter what obstacles may come?”

“i do.” it’s a vow that he has made over and over, a vow that is legally recognized at last.

“please exchange rings to show your vows to one another.”

he steps back, and both partners reach into their pockets, where they stowed their wedding band for each other, a slim silver band with the outline of a weasel engraved on the outside, and the outline of a fox on the inside. kiyoomi slides his band over atsumu’s ring finger; atsumu does the same.

“i now declare you husband and husband. you may now kiss.”

kiyoomi cups atsumu’s cheeks, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion that surges through him. atsumu rests a hand on his chest, leaning forward to capture his lips. the crowd roars, throwing the remaining flower petals in the air.

when they break apart, their fingers intwine together to face their audience, witnesses to their union. “congratulations!” hinata shouts. bokuto is bawling beside him, the rest of their teammates whistling.

on the other side, aran has also been reduced to tears, kita gazing fondly at his underclassman. ginjima and kosaku shout at atsumu, suna unwavering as he films the entire ceremony. the husbands step away briefly to hug their respective best man – osamu wraps his brother in the tightest hug possible, and kiyoomi steps into his cousin’s arms. “congrats, kiyo.” motoya is on the brink of tears. “it was so beautiful.”

“thank you for being here, motoya.”

his cousin starts sniffling. “anything for my favorite little cousin!”

kiyoomi rolls his eyes, then turns toward osamu, who is approaching him for a hug. motoya happily embraces atsumu; kiyoomi gets a harsh slap on the back instead. “ya promised ta take care o’ ‘im.” just like his cousin, osamu’s voice is also thick. “i expect ya ta hold onto yer word.”

he thinks of the arguments over the years, the disagreements, the tears and slammed doors. every time it happened, he would always find atsumu at onigiri miya, crying or complaining to his brother. he witnessed their every up and every down, will continue to do so. now, however, kiyoomi has made a promise to only go up from here.

“of course,” he answers. “you can expect nothing less.”

osamu releases him, and kiyoomi finds atsumu’s hand again, whose tears have begun to flow freely. he turns to wipe a teardrop away, and atsumu smiles, overwhelmed by a sob. “i’m not sad, don’t worry. i’m just- i’m so happy, omi. ya have no idea.”

“i do.” even if he remains stoic, his chest feels like it’s about to burst with love, mind filled with endless mornings and nights with his husband, official papers and documents that recognize their marriage, maybe even a future with kids. anything is possible now, and he scarcely know how to start.

instead, he begins with a kiss on his forehead, lacing their fingers together again. atsumu turns, and kiyoomi lowers his head to kiss him again through the roaring applause. before they leave the altar, he pauses to take one last look over his shoulder, husband by his side.

they’ve waited for this, and it’s finally theirs. they turn, ready to celebrate with their loved ones, for tomorrow, they’ll face life as each other’s husbands, united forever.

--

inspiration: fanart of sakuatsu's wedding!! <3

[satoruzlove]

not proofread, kiyo being a dick to atsumu, anxious reader

you sigh in relief when the cold midnight air greets you like an old friend. you smile and hug your cardigan closer to yourself, closing the beautiful french doors of shoyo’s balcony behind you. the party was nice, you would admit, lots of warm food and a very playful , light air about it. the entirety of the jackals was over along with their partners which was alot for you, so as time passed your social battery really couldn’t keep up.

you snuck away after having a conversation with bokuto’s boyfriend, keiji he said his name was. he was the only person apart from your boyfriend that seemed to be more introverted. despite that, you really couldn’t bare to be around anyone anymore. you’d spend the last two hours socialising and listening to atsumu talking about something you couldn’t care less about.

you liked the boys. they’re all very sweet and hardworking, but you just weren’t a party person. you were only here for kiyoomi. he’d explained many times that he didn’t even want to be there, that he’d rather be home with you and your cat, he whined between kisses. you insisted that he went, because he never does. he needs to hold some kind of relationship with his team- they’ll be together for a very long while.

kiyoomi noticed your absence almost immediately but couldn’t find a way to join you without raising suspicion, or worse, risking anyone following him and being the reason you can’t recharge. his thumb and index finger fiddled with his promise ring - the one with your name on it - as his hand was in his pocket. the other held a drink that he didn’t even like. he felt very on edge in crowds and more so when you weren’t with him.

eventually everyone started doing shots and he saw his chance. he slowly snuck out to the balcony where he saw your figure leaned against the wood of it. your boyfriend was very careful to not startle you as he carefully closed the doors behind him. he filled the empty spot beside you with his large figure. you pass him a small smile. he leans against you every so slightly when he realises that his social battery had died too- he just hadn’t noticed.

the weight of him felt good. like your own personal anchor or a weighted blanket. calloused palms rest atop yours and your promise rings align. kiyoomi feels his heart swell at the sight of it, and he finally speaks. “you could’ve taken me too, y’know,” he mumbled. you laugh airily at the whine in his tone, “ this is your team party , kiyo. i can sneak away without people noticing - but you,” you hold a few of his fingers as you make eye contact, “people’ll notice if you’re not there. especially atsumu.” you giggle at the last bit. he shoves you softly, “god knows i’d rather he didn’t,” he chuckled. “i think it’s cute how much they admire you, ki,” you say softly . he hums, you feel the vibration in his throat right above your forehead. “i guess..? i just, i like it when they’re not loud about it. i like silent appreciation.” he explains to you. now you hum, he always has been that way.

“i guess not everyone shows it the same,” you tutted playfully. he casts an affectionate gaze your way. “we can leave soon if you want,” kiyoomi offers. you brush his battered knuckles against the soft of your lips, not even glancing at him. if you did, you’d see the magenta hues on his cheeks and the hooded sensuality in his gaze. “ if you really want to,” you hummed. kiyoomi did want to go. he wanted to leave and be alone with you, to protect and nurture the energy in him. to be in a familiar and comforting presence as your own.

however he couldn’t bring himself to move , to grab for his keys. the intimacy of the moment felt surreal to him. the bite of the air, the steamy breath of yours on his hand, the muffled music and laughter just a few rooms away. it felt like he wasn’t in his body- because a few years ago he never thought he’d experience love this way. in a way that makes everything else stupid. in a way that makes him feel that maybe the way he loves isn’t stupid.

kiyoomi’s lips find yours easily. his broad palms holding your jaws as yours lazily link around his slender hips. his lips mesh with yours, the taste of shitty beer evident on his tongue and the smell of tom ford on his skin. your thumb searches for skin, finding it under his hoodie and rubbing at the tender flesh. he sighs dreamily into you.

he pulls away, the air fogging up when he breathes from how cold it’s getting. “ maybe we should-“,” woah, omi.”

atsumu’s voice brings rage to kiyoomi like never before. the blond continues. “ didn’t know you had it in ya to just make out with your partner like this. props, i guess,” atsumu laughed. your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “miya , i’d appreciate it if you left us alone, there’s a reason we took a fucking hike from the room,” your boyfriend spat. atsumu winces at the harsh tone, and you almost feel bad for him. part of you knows he was just making a little joke and that you should ask kiyoomi to say sorry, but he takes your hand before you can say anything. you hear the jingle of keys that were tethered to your boyfriend’s belt loops.

in no time, you’re in the car and driving. “ that was mean, what you said to atsumu,” you say , breaking the silence. kiyoomi glances at you, not a tinge of annoyance in his gaze that you’d usually see if he disagreed. he nods curtly. “ i know, i was mad,” he answered. you look at him, “ you cant be mean just because you’re mad, ki,” you scold softly. he nods once more. “ i shouldnt, i just felt annoyed . i didn’t even wanna go in the first place, i finally got comfortable and he just came and shat all over it with some dumbass joke,” he explains. you purse your lips.

“ no more parties if you don’t want to,” you say. he spares you another glance and there’s two beats of silence. “ .. promise ?” he asks like a child. you nod at him and you feel a large hand on yours over the console . kiyoomi feels a warmth spread through his middle, into his chest, all over him. a peace he can only get from you. no matter who upset him or chose to ignore the way he is, whoever disagreed with his habits- you would always understand. you kept him sane.

[neeneee]

CHAPTER TWO

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼Highschool Bullies✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Gojo x reader

please tell me y'all understood the highschool bullies reference

if you're wondering if Gojo stalks reader, yes he does, very much

would y'all respond ? I would, because I fold easier than wet paper

Kiyo's image says 'I'm sick of pretty boys. I've decided to like girls from now on' and Ren was her bf right before coming out so...

I'm using the days as a sort of guide, but ignore the years and hours!!

I love Twinote, it's like actually using twitter, memi on the other hand, *side eye*, cause it screws up the images so bad and glitches constantly but its like the best app i've tried in terms of saving contacts and creating gc

I feel like I'm making Geto ooc

The writer in me cannot bring herself to miss commas, periods or question marks but I’m trying y’all 😭

Also whenever I post a work I get so self conscious that I immediately want to take it down, like I’m afraid y’all will read the synopsis and then be underwhelmed by the actual story 😔💔

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[transkorekiyo]

amaguji hcs because i cannot stop tihnking of the its rotting my brain away

pplease guys ik soe of these sound wonky and dumb but just hear me out ,,,

cw;

mentions of smoking

rantaro :

-- demiboy + bi

-- has piercings EVERYWHERE (not an exaggeration)

-- had a pet iguana once and he MIGHT get one again

-- ..sm...smoke..s..... <:0 but not near korekiyo he hates tha t stuff

-- actually pretty knowledged in folklore because korekiyo just yaps alot everyday

-- loves lime flavored stuff so much that its not even funny

-- a very good writer / poetic

-- most definitely likes southpark but not like some of those people on tiktok >_>

-- EXTREMELY strong from being used to dealing with all twelve of his sisters at once (he can even pick Gonta up)

korekiyo :

-- transmasc + pan

-- has sensitive skin + ears

-- secretly has a unicorn shirt hidden in the deep depths of his closet

-- HATTTTEESSSSS smoke so much its not even funny

-- his nails are incredibly long but in a pretty way

-- very good at gardening + animal caretaking

-- horrible immune system

-- fragile bones ?!!? does that make sense

-- multiple wounds on his body (ifykyk :'( )

-- perfers mythical animals over real ones

amaguji :

-- korekiyo little spoon !!?!??!? (he loves having attention)

-- rantaro calls kiyo "babe" nd other wonky pet names like that while korekiyo calls rantaro more formal ones like "darling"

-- korekiyo is the literal embodiment of satan while his bf is just some high dude he found in a dumpster behind mcdonalds

-- rantaro brings the worst out in kiyo , everytime he gives him attention, kiyo becomes like a child in need of desperate attention

-- rantaro spoils korekiyo every single day no matter how angry korekiyo is at rantaro

-- rantaro will literally go to hell and back for korekiyo while korekiyo will finally step outside and socalize for once for rantaro (they r literally extrovert + introvert to me :'( )

-- they watch mlp together and then korekiyo ends up rambling about it for like 6 hours straight after swearing up and down he doesnt like colorful ponies

the end . >:)

[demonslayerdoodles]

Mermaid Rehab AU Kaori’s thoughts on everyone from Kaori UwU~

Tanjiro has such a kind heart, he’s really a good kid

Nezuko is such a sweet child, she’s precious~

Zenitsu…? He’s nice but he cries…a lot…um…it’s awkward…

Um, Genya is…aggressive sometimes, but he’s cool

Kyōjurō!!…U-u-uh he’s really nice…I like him…he’s nice to everyone around him o//////o

Senjuro is like a little brother to me, I love him so much~ >^<

Obanai…he scares me too…

Sanemi is scary…he wasn’t very friendly when I first arrived…

I’m worried about Giyuu… o-o

Muichiro’s very quiet, but I enjoy his…presence

Kanao also is very quiet, but she’s really sweet

Inosuke is pretty chaotic ovo He really brings some action to the rehab

Shinobu is very nice, but I prefer some of the other workers 7-7

Kanae is so sweet, I like her

Mitsuri!!! I love her so much oh my starfish I love hanging out with her and Kyōjurō!!

Tengen is a lot of fun, I like training with him!! I love it even more when he teaches me things with Kyōjurō~!!

Gyomei is so gentle, I like how he speaks with me

Aoi is very strict ú-ù But she’s nice I guess

Ubuyashiki-San (Amane) is very nice, I love her so much, it’s a real treat when she comes to talk with me~

Ubuyashiki-San (Kagaya) is very calm, I love listening to him talk, I could listen to his voice for hours…n-not in a weird way!! I just love his soothing voice

Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo! I love those girls so much~!! They’re so sweet to me >u<

I really like Hinatsuru, she’s very kind and gentle with me, she’s one of my favorite workers here~

Suma…I don’t know how I feel about her…

Makio is…a bit aggressive sometimes…she makes me a bit uncomfortable…

May add or change things later :3

KNY Mermaid Rehab AU by @simplytemonade