#like he was so desperately angry in the manga
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animation didn't hit quite the same in these scenes, i think.
#dungeon meshi#falin touden#marcille donato#laios touden#delicious in dungeon#the scene of laios mussing up her hair overall felt a little. lacking?#like he was so desperately angry in the manga#idk#the animation was still great tho do not get me wrong
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Ë ÝđĽ Ý âMY BOYFRIEND IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS !â
WINDBREAKER BOYS PROTECTING YOU FROM PERVS. ft. kaji ren, togame jo, umemiya hajime, sakura haruka, hayato suo, toma hiragi, kiryuu mitsuki, & kyotaro sugishita x f!reader
sfw. wc: 2.6K. oh how iâve been wanting to write this since i finished the manga! but individual warnings are below <3
KAJI REN. referred to as she/her, âmy girl,â comments about your outfit
âMy boyfriendâs real scary yâknow.â Your voice falters a bit as you take another step back, hands coming up defensively. âAnd heâll be here any moment.â
Itâs a lie that you hope sounds convincingâ because Kaji coming to save you today may be nothing more than a desperate wish of yours. How would he even find you in a place like this? Youâre not sure exactly how much time has passed since youâve started running, but youâre certain that by now, you and Kaji should have already been inside the bakery, finally getting to taste test the new fruit pastries youâd been dying to get your hands on.
It started off as just a loud whistle your direction, then led to an uncomfortable conversation about how youâre not interestedâ and that you have a boyfriend. One thing led to another, and somehow youâve ended up here, out of breath from speed walking and completely lostâ and to top it off, the only person near you is the one youâve been running so desperately from.
You wish Kaji was here already.
âOh yeah?â The man in front of you takes a step towards you, lips contorting into a sick grin when he sees your hands trembling. âI don't see him.â
Your lips tremble a bit when he reaches you, towering over you with ease. âDonât you dare touch me.â You warn, âMy boyfriend will beat your aââ you yelp as youâre suddenly pulled to the side, stumbling into someoneâs chest as they pull you flush against their front.
The familiar scent of candy melts away your fear in a split second.
âKaji!â
You can tell when you glance at him just once that he isnât happy. His forehead is damp with sweat, and he looks disheveled, chest rising up and down with labored breathsâ he must have been running around trying to find you this entire time.
Your boyfriend clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the man in front of him. âProblem?â
He rips off his headphones, letting them hang around his neck as the man feigns an apology, unapologetic eyes looming over your figure again seconds later. âBut yâknow man, you should be keeping a closer eye on your girl,â he points to you with a smug smile, âshe was practically begging for me to say something with the way sheâs dressed.â
âI wasnât!â You protest, face burning as you tug on renâs coat. You thought your outfit was cuteâ and definitely not anything crazyâ you double checked. You really did. But heâs pointing at you now, rambling on about how you wanted thisâ and you canât help the way tears start to blur your vision.
âHuh?â Kaji snarls, head tilting to leer at the man. The arm around your waist pulls you tighter against his chest, and you hear the angry thumping of his heart. âWhat'd you say?â
âOkay, okay, Iâm leaving now.â The man chuckles in defeat. âI was just joking. Wasnât gonna actually do something to your girl.â he waves him off. âYou should lighten upââ
He chokes when Kaji grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling him off balance before knocking him backwards, your pursuer falling roughly onto the floor as he winces in pain. âThen get outta here already.â Kaji glares, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hand is pressing against your lower back to guide you away.
âAnd donât let me catch you looking at my girl again.â
TOGAME JO. referred to as she/her, âmy girl,â you wear his jacket
Togame gives you a sleepy smile as he watches you from Minisoâs entrance, excitedly sorting through the newly restocked blind boxes. He was resting his back against the wall behind him when he caught his first glimpse of that guy.
Heâs wearing a dark hoodie, head turning back to shamelessly stare your direction as he passes by slowly. Itâs enough to get togame back up on his feet immediately, quickly heading your way just as the man reaches to get a feel of your thighsâ
âHow shameless.â Togame laughs, big hand squeezing painfully into his wrist. âTryna bother my girl?â
In any other situation, Togame would chuckle at your obliviousness, your headphones cancelling out any noise as your eye catches the cinnamoroll section, letting out an excited gasp as you head that way. You really had no idea.
âM-my bad man.â He stutters, ripping his arm from Togameâs grasp. âJust thought she was my sisterâ was just gonna tap on her back to grab her attention.â
Togame raises an eyebrow at the lazy excuse, leaning down until the man takes a nervous step back, eyes darting to the side to avoid Togameâs glare. âSister? Thatâs my Shishitoren jacket she has on, no?â
The man feels heavy beads of sweat roll down his face when Togameâs hands curl into clenched fists. âYou mean to tell me your lil sis is from Shishitoren?â
âI said it was my bad,â he repeats, chuckling nervously. âIt wonât happen again okay? I wonât bother her again.â
Togameâs hands return to his pockets. âWonât let you off so easy next time,â his voice is low as he steps aside to let him off, âso youâd better keep your distance.â
UMEMIYA HAJIME. referred to as she/her, âyour girlâ
Umemiya instinctively perks up when he hears two voices behind him, momentarily tuning out your gushing about how cute the little plant kits at barnes and noble are.
ââŚ.She's probably taken.â
âIs that her boyfriend behind her? Think she's talking to him.â
There's a chuckle between them. âDoesnât matter. Go tell her what you just said to me when she's alone.â
âWhat?â The man laughs. âAsk her if i can grab a handful of that ass?â
More laughter.
Umemiyaâs jaw clenches, eyes darting back at you in a flash, and heâs relieved when he sees youâre still gushing about the flower kitsâ completely oblivious to the two men just beyond this aisle. Heâs by your side in an instant, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
âOh.â You turn to press a quick kiss against his temple, smiling when he melts into your touch. âHi, Haji. Did you find a book?â
âNothing here.â He sighs dramatically, his embrace around your middle tightening just enough for you to barely notice. âBut we can grab some of those flower kits.â
âReally?â
âOf courseââ
âHey.â A familiar voice interrupts him with a stifled laugh, followed by a tap on his shoulder. With the roughness, itâs more like a jabâ but he lets that slide.
âAhâ your friend, Haji.â Your voice comes off as a mix between a question and a statement.
âHey, my friend has something to ask your girl.â
Umemiyaâs jaw clenches again, and your eyes widen a bit at the sudden change in the atmosphere. The first friendâs hand is swat off of his shoulder in a split second, Umemiya straightening back up to look back at them.
Their first thought is that heâs a lot taller than they had pictured. A lot more muscular tooâ and they take note of the way his muscles bulge against the fabric of his shirt. âWhat, you have business with her?â
They flinch at the tone.
âAhâ sorry.â The second friend stutters. âWe got the wrong person.â
SAKURA HARUKA.
âAhâ what happened?â Your hands delicately cup Sakuraâs face, ignoring the way his cheeks instantly turn into a deep shade of scarlet. âN-nothing happened!â He weakly swats at your hand, a futile attempt to dissipate the heat spreading through the tips of his ears.
âI was only in the bathroom for five minutes.â You laugh. âHowâd you manage to get into a fight so fast?â
He stiffens when your arms come to wrap around his bicep, resuming your ramble about some recipe you wanted to try tonight. MacaronsâŚor something. He doesnât pay much attention, because he knows whatever you end up making will be good anyway.
ââAre you listening, Sakura?â
The clueless look he gives you confirms it. âSo you werenât. I had a feelingâ but itâs okay.â You giggle. âBut you didnât answer my question from earlier either. Howâd you get into a fight?â
His eyebrows furrow deeply as he decides whether or not he should tell you. âThey wereâŚ.â he clicks his tongue angrily, âthey were talking about you when you walked by.â
You can feel his muscles tense as he deepens his scowl, still trying to fight off the blush plastered across his face. âI just gave âem what they deserved.â
HAYATO SUO. referred to as she/her, mentions of how youâre dressed
âWhat a bitch. She was totally asking for it.â
I knowâ dressed like a whore.â
Suo stands up from the bench outside your local convenience store, hands dusting off the dirt on his pants. You had asked him to wait outside earlier because âyou wanted to grab him a super delicious snack that he would most definitely love.â
He had a feeling the two dirty men who entered the store minutes later were bad news, so he was already on high alert before listening in.
âThat whoreâ you mean my girlfriend?â Suoâs voice comes out calm, a stark contrast to the sickening anger and pressure he feels building up inside his chest.
âHuhâoh. Yeah.â One of them chuckles, jutting their thumb at the entrance. âThat bitch inside your girl? You let her prance around with her tits hanging out for everyone to see?â
He's calm and composed as they size him up, their chins tilting up to look down at him. âShe's pretty, isn't she?â and Suo fails to stifle the chuckle that escapes his lips. âDid she reject you too harshly for your liking?â
One of them balls his fists, muttering profanities under his breath as he leans closer to him. âNow how'd you know that? You should really teach that bitch some fucking manners.â He reaches forward to grab Suo by the collar, eyes blinking in confusion when he finds himself spun behind Suo seconds later, feet struggling to find their balance.
ââThe fuck did you do?â
âItâs a bad habit of hers,â Suo continues. âI understand it though, not wanting to be around a pathetic thing like you.â The edges of his lips tug into a faint smile.
The other manâs eyebrows twitch, spitting empty threats as he he throws a wide swing, only to find himself reduced to his knees seconds later. âT-the fuck...â he grumbles to himselfâ he could have sworn he could practically see his fist connect. What happened?
âYou'd be better off looking for someone to protect yourself the way I do for her.â His words are mocking as he heads towards the storeâs entrance. âAndâ it'd be really unfortunate if i see something like this happen again.â
TOMA HIRAGI.
âH-Hiragi? What are you doing?â
Your lips are pressed in a nervous line as your hands come to shyly rest on his chest, sucking in a breath when his arms come to roughly cage you against the trainâs walls, strong body towering just over yours.
âDo youâŚneed more space?â You whisper, heart racing at the proximity. You can smell his cologne so well at this distance.
Hiragi simply shakes his head, distracted gaze shifting between you and something behind him every few seconds. âItâs okay.â
He swears his stomach isn't churning like this without good reason. Itâs not just a coincidence that the same person who he had noticed eyeing you at the boba shop had gotten onto the same train. He could let it go at that, but the same man had been slowly worming his way through the crowd to get closer to the two of you. And while heâs not certain, he thought he saw the man take out his phone and try and angle it beneath you, but not before jolting and dropping his phone onto the floor when Hiragi's hands abruptly slammed against the wall beside you.
The train suddenly rocks, sliding his phone to the other side of the train, and youâre knocked off balance, face slamming against Hiragi's chest. âS-sorry!â
âItâs okay.â He gives you a smile, hand coming to cradle the back of your head and pull you closer. âYou okay?â
âIâm okay...â you mumble, rubbing the bridge of your nose. âYour chest is hard.â
He responds with a light chuckle. Itâll be okay like this, he thinks. Heâll protect you with his body for now, and figure out what to do with that guy later.
KIRYU MITSUKI. âpretty thingâ
âItâs no wonder she doesn't like you,â Kiryu sighs. âYou're gross.â
Your mouth is ajar as you stare at the state of the man who was harassing you only moments ago, his unconscious body resting neatly against the wall after Kiryu had dragged him there.
âSorry you had to watch that, pretty thing.â His hand comes to gently interlace with yours. âBut he didn't leave me with much of a choice, did he?â
âItâs okay.â Your voice drops to a whisper. âThat was so cool of you.â
His eyes widen a bit before his lips curl into a small smile. âOh? You think so?â
âMhm. I don't know what wouldâve happened to me if you were there...â your voice trails off a bit.
You really don't know what would have happened, because it's not like you know how to fight or anything. Getting hit on is enough to make you nervous, so a pushy guy like that was too muchâ you froze up as soon as he started spitting threats after you expressed your disinterest.
Thereâs a light squeeze around your hands, and youâre reminded of this gentle warmth that Kiryu always brings with him. âDon't worry about it.â He gives you a small smile. âIâll just need to accompany you more often when you go out. Itâs no problem.â
KYOTARO SUGISHITA.
âYouâre like a bodyguard, Kyo.â
You giggle at the huff beside you. âHowâd you even react that fast?â
It all happened within a second. You were walking beside him, stopped for a brief second to bend down and peer at the plushies lining the shop window, not noticing the man approaching youâ his grimy fingers coming to take a peek under your skirt. Before you had even registered the feeling of the cloth moving, there was a loud crack, and the man was on the floor, groaning with his hands covering his bloodied face and a very angry Sugishita on top of him.
âHe made me angry.â
Of course he would be. And if you werenât with your boyfriend, it would be an entirely different story. Youâd bring along your assortment of self defense items, ranging from pepper sprays to taser lipsticksâ and youâd be a thousand times more cautious. Pay extra close attention to everything around you.
With Sugishita, however, itâs different. You think of it as being able to turn off your brain⌠or something like that. Whatever lets you truly relax and enjoy your time with him, and itâs always okay because your boyfriend is there to protect you. âWell, donât be so mad, cutie.â You smile, your fingers reaching to interlace with his as he tenses at the nickname.
âEverything is okayâ Iâm okay. Iâll even get us smoothies to help lighten the mood.â
He lets you drag him to your favorite smoothie shop in silenceâ still fuming about the incident. He wonders why youâre not shaken up. Ifnhe had been one second later, that piece of shit would have lifted up your skirt. In public. His jaw clenches at the thought, angry eyes darting at any anyone who dares look your direction.
âWhyâreâŚâ his voice trails off, remembering what Umemiya said about toning down his choice of words around others. âWhyâre you so happy?â
âHmm? Iâm not too worried.â You laugh. âYouâre my bodyguard right? Nothing will happen if youâre here.â
part 2
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⊠â§âË âŠăwhat if youâre someone i just want around (iâm falling again)
synopsis. somewhere along the line, you started to hate suguruâthat doesnât mean you stopped loving him too
â word count. 9.5k (i am in misery)
â contents. post canon! au â fix it! (we all need a good fix it fic with suguru don't lie), this fic was started before recent manga chapters so the higher ups are still aliveâjust go with it ok :,), geto survives + lives free of kenjaku, exes to lovers, kind of redemption i suppose, mentions of blood, injuries, and weight loss (geto), mentions of canon character deaths (nanako, mimiko, nanami), mentions of wanting to raise children with geto and have a family, no gendered terms but reader has a personality and actual thoughts and feelings, references to the hunger games (you have movie night lol), BFF satoru (he is babie), there is a kiss yâall !! (scandalous i know :O)
â notes. i started this fic back in march and i had trouble with it and put it on pause for a while. iâm very glad i finished it in the end. i always like fix it! fics and this is self-indulgent and idk if ppl will read it bc itâs sfw but itâs ok if they donât, i loved writing it. thank you koi for beta-reading this whole bad boy. mwah <333
the day suguru is declared a free man is actually the day he signs away his freedom for good.Â
you say nothing, but you know itâs the truth. satoru fights tooth and nail to plead suguruâs caseâyou think itâs perhaps a little too desperate for it to be in the best interest of suguru and not himself. but satoru has suffered enough, and admittedlyâalthough you deny itâa small part of you does not want to lose suguru twice. you watch as satoru argues that suguru has already died onceâsurely he canât die again? and losing control of his body and mind is paying for his crimes enough, is it not? he argues that there are no ideals left for a man like geto suguru to chase after losing himself to every principle he had left.Â
and then satoru wins.Â
you expect it, but it doesnât make it any easier. you watch numbly as suguru is assigned under your watch. you should be happy. you love suguruâyou never stopped. but it doesnât change the fact that heâs not a free man, and now he drags your freedom with his. youâll never break away from him, never cut through the ropes that tie your hands behind your back and bind you to himâand then you wonder for a moment, unsure if itâs selfish or selfless or some cruel in-between to think this way, if geto suguru was better off dead.Â
whether thatâs for your sake, or his, youâre not sure.Â
and yes, heâs let off alive, and sure, thereâs no real punishment for all heâs done, but you know deep down heâs as chained and shackled as heâs ever been. heâs not allowed to leave the house unless you or satoru are there to chaperone, and itâs never to be anywhere near non-sorcerers. heâs not to live in a place of his own until the higher upâs deem him trustworthy. he has to ask you to buy the things he wants from the grocery store. he canât even step outside for a smoke unless youâre aware.Â
for a long time, he doesnât speak muchâcan hardly muster a barely audible morninâ back when you force a smile and greet him cheerily for breakfast. slowly, it turns into half-snarky conversations that get cut short by one of you leaving the room. finally, youâre civilâmaybe even friendly. youâre not so sure where you stand with him as of now.
itâs not the same suguru you remember falling in love with, itâs not even close to the version of the man you fell for all those years ago. itâs hard having him hereâsome days youâre angry and want to throw him out, to scream at him for haunting you again just when you think youâve moved on from the horrors of your past. some days you want to cry and cling to him, bury your face into his neck and thank him for being here again, for finding his way back to you. and some days you wish you never met him at all, that this would all be easier if it didnât exist in the first place.Â
heâs not the same geto suguru you loved, but somehow, because life is as bitter as it is ruthless, you fall in love with this version just as hard no matter how much you deny it.Â
âi made your favorite,â you smile gently, placing a neat plate of french toast with freshly cut strawberries on the side. you even take great care to get the syrup-to-powdered sugar ratio he likes right, but he doesnât make a move to reach for the plate. instead, suguru sits at the table stiffly, like he has to be here or there are consequences for that too. it almost makes you sadâeven here, heâs not free.Â
âthanks,â he says quietly, âbut iâm not hungry.â
âyou said that last night, suguru,â you sigh, âand at lunch. and at breakfast. and at dinner the night beforeââ
âiâll eat it later,â he cuts you off, playing with the ends of his hair.Â
itâs a lot shorter now. itâs you who finds his body battered and bruised after the smoke clears. heâs almost unrecognizable, not the same charming and perfect suguru youâre used to seeing. not the same silkened strands and smooth skin, not the same muscled and toned body, not the same chiseled jaw and soft cheeks. instead, heâs a shell of himself. his hair is matted in knots, his body is almost frail, and you notice the sunken hollows of his cheeks and dark undereyes as you lift him from the rubble a little too easily. but his body is his ownâthat much you can tell from the way the stitches have disappeared.Â
it takes shoko a long time to nurse him back to healthâit takes even longer for him to open his eyes.
you waited day and night by his side, hand over his as he breathed slowly, unconscious and unsuspecting. it would be so easy, you think one night, it would be so easy to kill him and forget and move on.Â
youâve already grieved him once before. youâve felt and conquered the pain of loving geto suguru and losing him first to himself and then to death. but love is as selfish as it is selfless, and itâs under your mercy that you let him liveâyet itâs under your cowardice that you keep him close.Â
âyou have to gain back the weight you lost, suguru,â you sigh, âyouâre wââ
âweak?â he finishes for you, eyeing you for a second and then grinning. itâs unsettling, a grin that makes your skin crawl and your heart stop for a moment before heâs reaching for the fork and stabbing into his toast. âis that what you wanted to say? that iâm weak?â
âsuguru, you know thatâs not how i meantââ
âyouâre not wrong,â he hums, chewing on the first bite as he speaks, âi suppose i am pretty weak right now, huh? couldnât even kill you in your sleep if i tried could i?â
your throat is dry as you shrug, âi suppose not,â you whisper.Â
âah,â he grins again, âbut that doesnât stop you from locking your door every night, does it?âÂ
suguru is still healing. his body is weak, and sometimes, he leans against the wall as he walks. his arm is healedâyouâre not entirely sure how, but you catch him rolling the shoulder out every now and then like itâs sore and stiff. heâs lost a lot of weightâpart of it is from being bedridden for as long as he was, injured and half alive, and part of it is from barely eatingâsave for the few bites you force into him. you never thought thereâd be a day when you could say thisâbut the odds of you beating suguru in hand-to-hand combat are high, and the reality is an everlasting reminder that he is not who you fell for.Â
you swallow, letting out a shaky breath as he watches you closely, diligently cutting another bite from the french toast sitting on his plate as he stares you down like he can see past your soul. you donât know whatâs scarierâthat suguru can still practically see yours, or that youâre unsure he even has one anymore.Â
âyou tried coming in?â you ask, unsure what else to say. he merely shrugs, takes another bite, and sets his fork down.Â
âthought iâd check on you,â he pops a strawberry half into his mouth as he speaks.
âis that what it really was?â you raise a brow, âor was i right to lock the door?â
youâre not sure why you lock the door at night. maybe itâs because you donât trust him, or maybe itâs because you donât want him near you just yet. youâre not sure. youâre not sure how satoru can go back to his cheery self, how he can step through your door and boom a loud yo, suguru! before settling beside suguru on the couch with his feet on the coffee table as he rambles away. maybe itâs not realâmaybe itâs satoru desperately pretending that if he tries hard enough, things can go back to how they were.Â
but you donât know how he still has the energy to try, and you donât know if you have it in you to try anymore yourself.Â
you and suguru stare each other down like that for a bit, the tension rising with every silent second that passes. youâre sure he doesnât want to be here as much as you donât want him aroundâbut youâre also sure heâs glad itâs here with you as much as youâre glad itâs with no one else.
âyou tell me,â he smirks after a bit, the hint of amusement making your fists clench. how dare he have the audacity to look at you like that in your own home? like he has the upper hand over you without trying? âwhat do you think i was there for?â
âi think you should stay in your room, suguru,â you say carefully, âi bought a new bed just for that room.â
âhow sweet of you,â he hums. he sips the tea before himâitâs cold by now, but itâs just how he likes it, rose with one sugar. âyou must have been excited to have me.â
âhardly,â you mumble bitterlyâyou canât help it. you want him to feel hurt, even just a little. you want him to know that just because heâs back, it doesnât mean youâve waited all this time for him to be. liar, a part of you says, youâve always waited for him, havenât you? but suguru doesnât seem phasedâhe doesnât even blink.
âthen tell me, why am i here?â suguru asks, his tone is as casual as ever.Â
i wish i knew, you want to say. i wish i knew but i donât.
âbecause satoru asked you to be,â is all you can say.
he nods, pushing back his plate and standing up, offering you that same grin. âyouâre right,â he hums, âthatâs exactly why iâm here.â
it hits you why his smile is so unsettling once he leavesâitâs almost genuine, like heâs still loved you all this time. impossible, you tell yourself. suguru stopped loving you a long time ago. and you need to stop trying to figure out why.Â
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even despite telling yourself you donât care what suguru thinks, a small part of you needs to prove to him youâre not scared of him. that you donât fear for your own safety in your home, and that him being here is not some form of him haunting you. you donât care. he shouldnât get the luxury of thinking you care. he can come in and watch you sleep like the creep he is if he wantsâyou couldnât bother to give it a second thought.Â
the first night you take a chance and leave the door unlocked, suguru slips into bed beside you. it wakes you up instantly, and before you can question it, his head tucks into your neck, and his hand grasps your shirt tightly. you notice the panting almost instantlyâand then you realize, it must be a nightmare.Â
you fall into old habits, even after all these years, defaulting to care for him like itâs second nature.Â
âyouâre safe, suguru,â is what you settle for saying after a moment of contemplation. itâs all you can really think to say, so you brush your lips over the top of his head as you murmur, âyouâre safe,â over and over again.Â
as difficult as it is to have suguru around, as painful and cruel and aggravating as it is to be reminded of his distant existence even as heâs two doors down, this part feels natural. itâs almost like youâre back in jujutsu high, waking up to him sneaking into your room as he presses his weight over your body and wakes you with soft kisses along your face.Â
except this time, heâs not annoyingly demanding cuddles or telling you about his weird dream, heâs not stealing your blanket and demanding you play with his hair. this time, itâs not the same suguruâand this time, itâs not jujutsu high.Â
itâs your room. the one you got on the other side of town to leave the sorcery world behind, somehow still stuck right in the center of it no matter where you go. and yet, just like all those years ago, your legs tangle, and your arms wrap him up, and you murmur, âyouâre safe,â while he catches his breath.Â
âbut theyâre not,â he mutters in between labored pants, making you pause.Â
and then you remember.Â
faintly, you recall the blonde and black hair from a distance, you remember bitterly wondering whatâd it be like watching suguru fathering children of your own as you came to the reality that it would never happen. sometimes, you wonder if you hate nanako and mimiko for existing, for living as the dreams you never got to live through with suguru.Â
itâs selfishâto hate two children because they are what you do not have.Â
but then you feel something wet hit your neck, and then you wish they were okayâfor his sake. and just for a moment, youâre selfless again.Â
âtheyâre not safe,â he mutters, making you sigh.Â
âthey are,â you whisper, hesitating for a moment before letting your fingers slip into his hair. you scratch gently at his scalp, feeling his body melt into yours almost instantlyâlike itâs a response thatâs natural to him. âtheyâre not suffering. not anymore.â
âis that supposed to make me feel better?â he scoffs. you shrug, letting your cheek press against the top of his head as you sigh.
âit helps me feel better,â you say softly, ââs just how you learn to cope.â
itâs an understanding you both silently come to. loss on both sides. bloodshed on either ground. defeat no matter which ideal you take. to love is to bear the pain of mortalityâitâs a lesson that you never cease to learn until the ends of time itself.Â
âthe jujutsu world is one of suffering,â he grits, sniffling into your neck. you hum, pressing a kiss to his head as your eyes close.Â
âevery world is one of suffering, suguru, you canât erase them all. the sooner you realize that, the easier youâll find peace.â
you fall into a slumber after that, faintly aware of the way he shuffles closer to you, faintly aware of the soft kiss pressed to your skin as sleep takes over your body and drifts you out of consciousness.Â
when you wake up the next morning, suguru is gone, and the door is closed. the blanket is tucked up to your chin, and your neck still tingles from last night.Â
ââââââââââââââââ
âget up,â you throw a pillow at suguru, waking him up with a start as he sits up. his hair is tousled and messy from sleepâitâs now long enough that he can put it in a bun without strands slipping from the bottom anymore. you chuckle as he glares at you, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he groans.Â
âthe fuck was that for?â he grunts, holding the blanket up to cover his exposed chest.Â
itâs funny that he does that, in a way. itâs not as though you havenât seen his chestâŚand then some too. itâs not like you havenât torn his shirt off to stanch the flow of blood from his injuries before or feel the bare skin with your palm under the pale moonlight as the lingering scent of sex breezes through the room.Â
but somehow, even though he doesnât need to cover his chest around you of all people, youâre glad that he does. truthfully, it keeps you slightly comforted to know that heâs aware youâre still technically strangersâno matter how well-versed you are in each otherâs pasts. but you donât ponder on it too much. instead, you grin, shoving aside the visual of the small glance you caught at his pecs, and you clap your hands to motion him to hurry.Â
âwe are going grocery shopping,â you say casuallyâas though itâs not something to make him raise a brow in shock.
âme?â he points a finger at himself. you roll your eyes, and he challenges you with another raise of his brow. âarenât i supposed to stay away from civilians?â
âyes, you,â you nod, pointing back at him, âand satoru has worked overtime to get you granted permission to roam around with me. he says youâre welcome, by the way.â
âtell him to go fuck off.â
âthatâs ungrateful,â you say flatly, âhis feelings will be hurt.â
âhis feelings will find a way to cope,â suguru huffs. âi donât want to be aroundâŚthem,â he says bitterly.Â
you suppose itâs wishful thinking to hope suguru has let go of his past beliefs. perhaps heâs long abandoned the possibility of the vision he once planned on bringing to life, but you canât say you expected him to revert back to the old suguru who fought alongside you and satoru. you yourself certainly have no intention of returning to the sorcery world after all the events, so you canât say youâre shocked by the lack of change he seems to show. but then again, you suppose suguru has changed. whether he sees it or not.Â
he stays here and doesnât put up a fight to leave even though he can now that heâs healed. he eats lunch when you tell him and even washes the dishes. sometimes, when you come home a bit late, dinner is even ready on the table as he sits and stares at you expectantly. his plate is empty like yoursâlike heâs been waiting for you even though he doesnât need to. you suppose you can see heâs changed in the way he doesnât scoff at the tv channels you surf through, he silently sits on the opposite end of the couch now and watches with you, and perhaps if youâre lucky, youâll hear a light chuckle or a quiet sigh as the scenes roll on the screen.Â
you suppose this suguru is a step closer to your suguru every day he spends with you, but you donât know if any suguru is what you need right now. perhaps that name shouldâve been buried away as a distant memory, perhaps it shouldâve only been something you unlock once every year on his death anniversary���when satoru clambers through your door drunk and unsteady as he clutches the hand that killed his best friend, only to share pancakes with you in the morning and pretend like you donât notice the dried tears on his cheeks while he acts like he doesnât catch the way your hand shakes as you cut into your breakfast.Â
but suguru is here now. whether itâs as geto, one half of the strongest duo in jujutsu high, whether itâs as suguru, the love of your life and the sole reason you exist, or whether itâs as geto suguru, the curse user and mass murderer who haunts your past, present, and everything in between.Â
so you simply sigh, grab the pillow again, and hit the top of his head before walking over to the door as you call over your shoulder, âiâm gonna wait for you by the door in fifteen minutes. be ready or face the consequences..â
âno thanks. donât wanna,â suguru grumbles petulantly, frowning at you as you stick your tongue at him, smirking as if youâve just played your ace.Â
âtoo bad,â you sing before swinging the door shut.
heâs at the door in exactly fifteen minutes, like he waited until the last possible second to join you as a move of spite. but you simply gesture him out the door and lock up, taking your sweet time as he stands there with an annoyed face. you stare at the doorknob once youâre done, taking a deep breath before turning to him with your best smile.Â
âletâs go,â you hum.
âafter you,â he mutters.
â
he grimaces as soon as he sees the people going about their business, clearly unhappy with the idea of being around non-sorcerers, but one sharp glare from you has him sighing and trekking along. the grocery store, admittedly, is not as bad as suguru thinksâin fact, there are lots of things he doesnât realize he misses until he watches you grab a shopping cart.Â
suddenly, he sees shadows. the silhouette of your figure climbing into the cart, the angry wave of satoruâs hands as he claims it's his turn to be pushed around, the figure of shoko pinching the bridge of her nose in irritation from the backâand then, he sees the dark shadow of baggy pants and a small bun. itâs him. suguru watches himself almost in slow motion through the remnants of his imagination as he gently shoves satoru out of the way and reaches to poke the tip of your nose before he pushes the cart with you in it. Â
itâs a happy memoryâand itâs gone all too soon.
as soon as he blinks, the shadows have disappearedâinstead, itâs you waving a hand in his face, concern written on your features as you call his name.Â
âsuguru? hey, hello? are you with me?â
he exhales, pulled from his trance as he gently grabs your wrist from in front of his face and sets it down as he nods, âyeah, iâm fine. just thinking,â he mumbles.Â
for a second, you hesitate, like you almost mean to say something. but in the end, you only nod before turning to grab the shopping cart. but he stops youâgrabs the handle and turns to you with a small smile on his face, making you raise a brow as he gently moves you away.Â
âwhat are youââ
âget in,â he grins, making you stare at him in bewilderment.Â
âwhat?â
âjust get in,â he sighs, âyou love it when you get to sit in the cart.â
âiâm not a teenager anymoreââ
âget in, will you?â he groans, âalways so damn difficult.â
âhey,â you pout, glaring at him with your hands planted at your hips, âthatâs rude.â itâs cute. suguru stares at you with amusement in his eyes and a soft look on his face that you donât think youâve really seen in years.Â
âhumor me,â he hums, âjust get in, okay?â
so you do.Â
with a huff and a grumble under your breath, you fight back a smile and climb into the damn cart just like old times. you swallow and try not to let it get to you when he reaches over and pokes the tip of your nose and pushes the cart around, letting you name off the things you need from your list while he grabs them. and when he sneaks snacks into the pile, you roll your eyes and glare at him in the way you always didâthe one that isnât actually annoyed. fond. happy to let it slide because itâs him.
âwe need candy,â you murmur, âthatâs the last thing on the list.â
âokay. what kind?â he asks, turning the cart into the candy aisle and smiling softly down at you.
âdoesnât matter, satoru eats anything as long as itâs sweet. heâs more likely to die from sugar than fighting a curse, i think.â
âyou buy candy for satoru?â he asks, making you shrug as you reach over and grab a few bags of candy off the shelves, setting them down beside you.Â
âhe comes over a lot so i learned to keep stuff stocked up for him. you know how he gets when heâs hungry.â
suguru feels something he hasnât felt since he was a teenager. jealousyâspecifically of satoru.Â
suguru is not foolish. he knows as soon as he meets gojo satoru that of the two, one of them is stronger and itâs definitely not himself. for the longest time, heâs okay with that, okay being the strongest only when alongside satoruâuntil heâs not. and even if suguru always had a bit more attention in the romance department than satoru, in his head heâs always known that perhaps satoru can keep you safer, more well off, maybe even happier. with smooth smiles and eyes as welcoming as an oasis, gojo satoru would never leave you in the dark pit of misery as suguru once had.Â
something about the thought of you and satoru keeping each other company through the lonely years, filling that empty spot suguru left behind, sharing moments over candy and empty wrappers makes suguru wonder for a moment if perhaps heâd be happier if he stayed. maybe he could have worn a heartfelt smile in a world that carves them off the faces of sorcerers with bloody knives as long as you were there to wipe the blood. Â
but before he can dwell on it, you snatch one more bagâthis time of his favorite candy, placing it into the cart and grinning gently up at him.Â
âi havenât bought this one in years,â you admit, âi almost forget how it tastes.â
âme too,â he says quietly.
âwell,â you hum, âweâll have to have some when weâre home.â
home. you say it as though it belongs to him as much as it does you, and then like you always have, without even meaning to, you wash away the dark stains of his jealousy with no trace left behind.
âyeah,â he chuckles, âweââ
âdaddy, look! candy!â suguru is cut off by the gentle pitter-patter of two tiny feet running into the aisle, pointing at a bag of candy as a man follows close behind.Â
his breath hitches.Â
sheâs small, the girlâshe has two pigtails with soft strands of blonde hair falling out of the loosely tied bands. it reminds suguru of the first time he perfected tying up nanakoâs hair, the soft giggles behind her tiny hand as she twirled in the mirror.Â
thereâs another girl in the manâs armsâdark hair on her head as she curls into her fatherâs chest and tucks her head into his neck when she sees you and suguru in the aisle. sheâs shy, he realizes, like mimiko, and suddenly he remembers the tiny fingers that used to hook into his pants when she got too overwhelmed by the people around her, waiting for suguru to scoop her into his arms.Â
perhaps in another life, suguru would redo everything differentlyâheâd be happy with you and satoru and shoko, and nanami and haibara would be there too, well and alive. but no matter what, heâd never redo nanako and mimiko differently. heâd never change a thing about them, not even the way nanako whines too much about small things or the way mimiko never speaks up even when something is clearly bothering her. heâd never change the way he saved them and took them in at the tender age of eighteen, too lost to be a father but choosing to raise them anyway. heâd never change the feeling of pure joy and unbridled pride when they climbed into his bed for the first time, shushing each other so as not to wake himâeven though heâd awoken as soon as the door to his room opened.Â
because he realized that night that yeah, maybe heâd made mistakes in his lifetime, lots of them too. maybe heâd made a bad choice choosing the path he did, or maybe he didnât. heâs never been completely sureâjust that he had to try at least to make his vision for a different world come to life. but one mistake he never made was his girls. one thing he was always sure about was the soft clutch at his pants and the tiny hands reaching for his own.
suguru wouldnât change anything about nanako and mimikoâexcept maybe the fact that they arenât here, gone because of him.Â
âsuguru?â you ask softly, reaching for his hand as he grips the cart tightly and pulling his gaze away from the family in the distance.Â
he blinks, meets your eyes, and knows that you know. with one glance at your face, he knows you understand. the world is cruel, one filled with suffering, he thinks. but then he remembers what you said, that every world is full of suffering, not just hisâthat itâs a truth he has to come face to face with.
but itâs hard. itâs hard when this man has his two little girls and suguru does notâitâs hard to watch someone have what he wants with no worries of losing it, all because of people and their own weaknesses. he thinks for a moment that heâs been right all alongâthat non-sorcerers are too weak for this life, that the jujutsu world has always suffered so they donât have to.Â
but then the man speaks up, catching both of your attention.Â
âyour mother used to love those,â he says quietly to his daughter, a pained smile on his face. instantly, you and suguru both seem to understand the weight of that single sentence.Â
every world has its own pain, suguru realizes. its own cruelties and unfairness, its own way of bringing suffering in its wake as it rips away the things closest to you from your begging fingertips, leaving them cold and empty and numb from the lost weight underneath them.Â
âletâs go, suguru,â you whisper, âwe have everything we came for.â
âyeah,â he whispers back, clearing his throat so his voice doesnât crack, âletâs go.â
suguru leaves the grocery store with you after you pay, and for a brief moment, heâs unsure. unsure whether heâs grateful to satoru for fighting for him to be able to come and grateful to you for dragging him along, or if he wishes he died along with the rubble, gone before you could find him and turn him into this.
âbefore you even think about hiding away in your room,â you say, grabbing the bags from the cart as you put it back where it belongs, âyou have to help with putting away the groceries.â
âsure,â he says smoothly. he grabs all the heavy bags from your hand, and you make a move to protest that you donât need him to take the heavier ones, that youâre fine and can handle them like youâve always handled them.Â
but he walks off, and finally, you decide to simply follow.
ââââââââââââââââ
satoru likes to come and visitâyouâve started a routine movie night every week (unless heâs away, of course.) itâs fun, but it also means he makes your veins pop because heâs a headache like thatâalways makes himself right at home and eats your snacks like this is his place and not yours. he helps himself to your already limited candy and puts his sock-clad feet up on the coffee table no matter how many times you tell him not to.Â
you try sitting with legs as long as these, he always whines, earning a harsh glare from you as you smack at his shins until he ultimately caves and begrudgingly sets his feet down.Â
but then they always make their way back up to the coffee table, and youâre too busy enjoying his company to careâalthough youâll never admit it.Â
satoru is endearing like that, swallowing the dark clouds from your shoulders whole and eating up your burdens with that side of responsibility that you donât think you could ever stomach. satoru is just like that, you realize, taking the brunt of the weight and laughing off every concern until you canât help but not take them seriously yourself.Â
itâs hard to remember that sometimes you didnât just lose suguru, the love of your life, that night. everyone lost something. shoko lost someone to smoke with, yaga lost a student to scold, nanami lost a headache to avoid, and satoru?
wellâŚsatoru lost what you think mightâve been the only filled void of his miserably empty life.Â
itâs hard to remember that satoru lost his best friendâthe only best friend heâs ever had (although you like to think of yourself as a close contender)âbecause heâs so good at letting you forget. he brings you ice cream (that he eats half of because itâs only fair he gets a share), and he sits and hogs your couch (that he argues you donât really need as much space as him on because your legs arenât as long), and he watches those stupid sitcoms that are dry with boring jokes (that you used to make suguru watch back in the day).
itâs hard to remember that satoru also lost as much as you because heâs so damn good at making you forget about your own loss, you donât care to think about anyone elseâs for a while. just a short while. just until heâs yawning that obnoxiously loud yawn and stretching those awkwardly long limbs of his before he claims he really should go and that being the worldâs best teacher requires as many hours of beauty sleep as you can squeeze in.Â
and then heâs off. and itâs empty again. and just like that, youâre reminded of why he was there in the first placeâto fill in that sick and painful void that geto suguru left in you.Â
itâs gaping, like he tore a chunk of you right out with sharp teeth, like youâre just a piece of meat for him to get his fill of. if suguru really loved you, would you be so easy to let go of? why couldnât he smile? because you couldâgod, you could smile just from the sight of him alone, you realize a long time ago. him with his cigarette tucked between his lips, those death sticks as you called them, hung loosely from his mouth as he gives you a lopsided grin.Â
geto suguru is enough of a reason to smile. the world could crumble at your feet and leave you with nothing but rubble and dirt, and still, suguru is the core of the earth youâre searching for.Â
so why couldnât you be the same? what is it you were missing? what about you was just not enough for him like the way he was enough for you?Â
it dawns on you one night, through bitter tears and shaky sobs, and that sick, twisted, pleading feeling in your gut that begs the wind to carry him back to youâgeto suguru has never loved you the way you loved him.
and for that, you can never forgive him, you donât think.
âyou tryinâ to go bug-eyed?â he asks, settling down on the couch next to you, making you snap out of your trance. you shake your head a little, stare back at him for a moment before putting on that look on your face where you roll your eyes and pretend everything is fine.
âno,â you huff, âiâm just thinking.â
âaboutâŚ?â
âsatoru has rarely ever missed a movie night.â
âmaybe heâs sick of you,â he shrugs, grinning slyly at you as you narrow your eyes with a glare, âthereâs someone here to keep you company now so heâs probably taken his opportunity to run.â
âyouâre hardly company,â you scoff, âfreeloader.â
âhey,â he defends, shrugging as if itâs not his fault. you suppose itâs not. âi didnât ask to be rescued. you canât be high and mighty and petty. âs not how that works.â
âsays who? you donât make the rules. i can be graciously kind and a jerk all at once.â
âcomplexity,â he nods, âi like it.â
âiâm not as complicated as you might think,â you grumble, crossing your arms as you stare at the time. yeah, satoru isnât making itâwhich, he told you as much, but heâs strolled in at the last second too many times to count before. you figure today would be the same. âas long as you donât skip movie nights with me, iâm pretty simple to keep appeased.â
âalright,â he props his feet up on the coffee tableâseriously, what is it with asshole men putting their feet on your table? satoru is a terrible influence. âletâs have a movie night.â
âwhat?â you blink.
âmovie night,â he repeats, âyou said you donât like skipping movie nightââ
âwell, i meant i donât like satoru skipping movieââ
âwell, it was me before satoru, wasnât it?â he says with a smile. his eyes are closed, crinkled at the corners, but his voice is carefully neutralâlike he takes extra care not to let you see any emotion behind it.Â
but that only means there is an emotion, isnât there? is he jealous? does he hate the fact that you and satoru have a routine of your own without him? that you donât need him to continue living your life?Â
good. he should be. he walked out on you all those years ago. he killed a village. killed his parents. you never even got to meet themâhe never even got to take you home and introduce you to them before he ripped away every fantasy you ever had with him.Â
and now heâs backâhe has the audacity to live, to laugh in your face with his existence that yes, geto suguru is here. and he was supposed to be executed, but your stubborn friend didnât let that happen. he was supposed to be your husband by now with kids and a happy little home, and you were supposed to be his parentâs new addition to their family that they loved so much. but none of that is even close to happening, and itâs suguruâs fault, and the least he can do is show you some regret and maybe feel just the slightest bit bad that you now have to watch shitty movies with his best friend instead of him to feel normal.Â
ex-best friend? half best friend? you donât even knowâdo they still consider each other their best friends? does anyone consider suguru anything? you donât know what you consider him. but you think the least he can do is act just the slightest bit pathetic after making you feel so pathetic for so long just to even the score.Â
he should be a stranger. he feels like an old friend. but either is dangerous.Â
âalright,â you sigh, âlet's bring back movie night. donât fall asleep.â
âi get plenty of sleep nowadays,â he hums, âi have more than enough free time for that now.â
âhow lucky of you,â you snort.Â
â
picking a movie with suguru is difficult. he actually has standardsâsatoru watches anything so long as he gets snacks, and he can make anything fun to watch with the way he comments from the side like a critic. suguru, on the other hand, actually cares about the quality of a movie, the metrics that make it good.Â
so you pick the hunger games just to piss him off.Â
âseriously?â he raises a brow, âthis is your pick?â
âyes,â you grin, âi like these movies.â
âof all moviesââ
âmy house, my rules,â you grin cheekily, âyou can pick the movies as soon as you start paying the bills.â
âwow,â he deadpans, âstooping to use my financial status against me? i thought you were better than this.â
âoh suguru,â you sigh dramatically, grabbing a bag of chips from the table, âyou donât know me at all.â
all things considered, you think itâs a rather enjoyable experience. itâs not as fun without satoruâs stupid comments that you pretend to hate, but suguru provides his own commentary that earns a giggle out of you here and there tooâalthough his are not meant to be funny. but thatâs the appeal of it, you think.Â
âshe should have picked gale,â he mumbles. you raise a brow.
âpeeta was always there for her, did you miss the rain scene?â
âso was gale,â he says smoothly, grabbing a chip from your bag and making you scowl.
âgale killed her sister,â you point out, âand a lot of other people too. he was ruthless. she needed peeta.â
âgale did what he had to do,â suguru mumbles.Â
suddenly, it doesnât really feel like youâre discussing the movie anymore. it feels more than that. it feels sickeningâthe air is heavy, and your throat is dry and god, you just wanted a movie night and not this heaviness as you talk about stuff from the past without actually talking about it.Â
you blink before turning to your chips, playing around with the bag as you shrug.Â
âin the end he didnât get katniss, did he?â
suguru studies you for a moment, stares a little too deep into you that you start to feel the urge to bolt to your room and go to bed.Â
âguess not,â he says quietly, âguess thatâs the one regret he has, huh?â
you think for a second, as suguru stares at your eyes with something you canât quite read, that you might cry. you might cry and throw that half-empty can of soda in his face for speaking in codes and making you question what he means and remember your past. you might cry because suguru couldâve always gotten youâin fact, he had you.
itâs not fair. nothing is, but you canât help but dwell on it.
âiâm going to bed. itâs late,â you mumble after a few moments, standing. he only nods, staring at the tv as the credits roll. when you make it to your room and the door shuts behind you, you debate clicking the lock in place.Â
in the end, you donât lock the door. suguru climbs into bed with you once more later that night, shaking slightly from his nightmare but calmer than usual. heâs still gone by the time morning comes, and you still never mention it.
it hits you one night that maybe he still has youâmaybe you never let him stop having you, no matter what you say.
ââââââââââââââââ
suguru is good at cleaning while youâre away. you have to go out and do adult things like breadwinning and grocery shopping and bill paying. he dusts and cleans and even takes out the trash when youâre home to monitor him as he steps two feet out of your front door. sometimes, because you like to get on his nerves, you accidentally mess up a corner of the house just as he cleans it, laughing as he shoots you an unimpressed look.Â
âstop getting crumbs on the floor,â he mumbles, âi just vacuumed.â
âyou make a good malewife,â you giggle, âvacuuming and everything. how cute.â
âdonât call me that,â he grumbles, sitting down on the couch.Â
âbut you missed a spot,â you point to the crumbs youâve sprinkled from your fingers as you snack away, making him glare. âfailwife.â
âiâm going to divorce you and take everything,â he snaps, making you snort as you put your hands up in surrender.
âyou donât have to, you know,â you murmur, âclean, i mean. i can handle it.â
âi think i should carry my weight around here,â he shrugs, âsince you are basically sugar babying me around for now.â
âdangerous curse user to the world, but sugar baby to me,â you tease, pulling a chuckle out of him as he rolls his eyes.Â
sometimes itâs nice to have his company. suguru is good with banter like that, heâs not annoying like satoru where you run in circles. suguru makes you laugh from your belly, makes the hiccups catch in your throat as you double over. heâs always been like that, always known how to make laughter pour from your lips and trickle down your chin. itâs comforting to know he still knows how. it leaves a small amount of bitterness that heâs still able to make you feel like this.Â
âby the way, next time you go shopping, take me with you,â he says casually, âi need to buy stuff for my hair. itâs growing.â
âyouâll finally see the sun just for your hair?â you gasp, âwho knew thatâs all itâd take?â
despite the playfulness in your words, thereâs still shock. suguru is willingly stepping foot outside your house. heâs finally choosing to return to life after living like a recluse no matter how many times you and satoru have tried to beg him to get up and go somewhere. the most you can get out of him is a walk around the neighborhood before he goes back to wandering your home and hiding away in his room.Â
suguru is returning to life, his life, and you canât help but wonder where that leaves room for you.
âmy hair is my charm,â he reasons, âwouldnât you agree?â
thereâs a smirk on his lips when he asksâitâs like heâs seventeen and teasing you again, giving you that unfairly flirty smile that used to make you stutter as a kid. back when you were hopelessly in love. back when it was you, suguru, and the world in your corner. back when you had dreams of your future, practically giggling as you planned it away in a notebook.Â
suguru was always perfect like that, the kind of guy you could only dream about. heâs always been handsomeâheâs always been the center of attention everywhere you went. you used to huff about it, about all the attention he managed to get from walking into a room alone. but then heâd smile, give you that tender look of his as heâd chuckle, and youâd be hopeless again.Â
he shouldnât have that effect on you anymore after over a decade. but he does. itâs cruel, the way the universe works. itâs like thereâs a magnet that pushes you together no matter how far you try to go, still pulled by gravity straight into his awaiting eyes and devilish smile.
âi cut your hair off once, i can do it again,â you huff. he laughs, itâs good-natured and kind.Â
âi was a bit heartbroken when i realized it was so short, i have to admit,â he says, âi didnât look like me.â
âyou looked good,â you say quietly, âi think youâd make anything work, to be honest.â
âyeah?â he grins, âany requests? i might consider it if itâs you.â
âoh shut up,â you roll your eyes, âhow about shaving your head bald? let's see how much charm you have without all that hair.â
âi could charm you without the hair still, couldnât i?â he winks.Â
itâs unfair how he acts like normal. like a few months in your home undoes everything heâs ever committed, all the atrocities heâs caused. the way he flirts with you feels like youâre his again. the way heâs aged and changed feels like youâre meeting someone new. you donât understand how suguru is so natural with thatâwith seamlessly falling back into a rhythm with you like nothing has changed at all.
deep down, you know that suguru is just moving on with his life. heâs making the most of what he can. he canât die, satoru would never let him have a peaceful death after all this. he canât go back to the way things used to be, whether thatâs his sorcery days or his curse user days, and he certainly canât start over. so heâs making do with what he hasâwhich is very little in reality.
itâs you, your home, and the biweekly visits from satoru and occasionally shoko. so he weaves you seamlessly into his life and treats you with a sense of normalcy you canât hope to treat him with. maybe itâs because suguru was actually able to move on after he left.Â
itâs the part you hated him most for. for building a family with new people. for having two girls that he raised as daughters. for finding people to follow him and trust. suguru, after he walked away from everything he ever knew, actually did something with his lifeâeven if it could hardly be considered good.Â
you? you fell deeper and deeper into a pit of denial until clawing your way back out was too impossible, until you had to leave behind everything youâve ever known to get away from the remnants of his existence.Â
itâs easy for him to weave you back into his life because he chose to cut you loose. it feels damn near impossible to let him weave back into yours after he tore himself from the edges and frayed away.Â
âdonât do that,â you sigh, making him frown.
âdo what?â
âyou know what, suguru,â you pinch your nose in frustration, âstop acting like things are normal.â
âthings are definitely not normal,â he snorts bitterly, âi think needing your approval to take the trash out is not equal to normal.â
âthen why are you acting likeâŚâ you trail off, unsure.
âlike what?â he raises a brow.Â
âlike we never changed,â you slam your hands down on the couch in exasperation.Â
he stares at you for a minute, blinks once, then twice, and then furrows his brows.
âwell, of course we changed,â he mumbles in confusion, âi know thatââ
you shouldnât have said anything. you quickly realize that. suguru is not trying to act like things are normalâheâs trying to be civil, and youâre just a fool. a fool who looks too deeply into everything and assumes what you want to out of things and god, youâve embarrassed yourself in front of your one and only ex-boyfriend in over a decade who was once dead and somehow came back to the land of the living.
of course, he knows things are not the same. he doesnât want what you think he does. itâs been years and suguru has moved onâhe had already moved on all those years ago, and youâre the only one here that is still focused on the past. and now he knows it too.Â
you stand before he can finish, nodding as you stare down instead of meeting his eyes, pretending to adjust your clothes.Â
âright, of course you do,â you nod, âi donât know why i said that. just ignore me, iâll be going to my room now. i haveâŚthings to do, so iâll beââ
âhang on,â he frowns, hand grabbing your wrist, âi donât mean it like that,â he says gently.
fuck geto suguru for being so confusing and fuck him for being nice about it too.Â
âyou can let go, suguru,â you pull at your wrist, âforget what i said, i wasnât thinkingââ
âi still feel the same,â he cuts you off, making your eyes widen, âif thatâs what you mean. i never stopped.â
never stoppedâthatâs almost worse than moving on. how could he have felt the same all those years and still never come back?
âthat does not help even a little,â you swallow the lump in your throat. âthat makes this so much worse, do you see that?â
âi know,â he sighs, âiâm sorââ
âdonât say youâre sorry,â you grit your teeth, âwe both know youâre not.â
âmaybe not,â he admits, âi had to try. and that meant leavingâiâm sorry thatâs not what you wanted.â
âitâs not!â you turn around, pulling your arm out of his graspâsuguru, for what itâs worth, takes the shove to his chest like a champ. âof course i didnât want you to leave and kill a bunch of people and have an execution stamped on your forehead and live your life without me.â
âi knowââ
âand now youâre back. back! in my house, eating my food and sleeping in my bed for half the night and i just have to act like this is normal. how is any of this normal?âÂ
âitâs not,â he agrees. heâs calm. so calm, it almost makes you mad. why is he so calm? ânothing about anything in our lives is normal. it never was.â
âyou ruined my life,â you blink back tears. he smiles sadly, taking a step closer.
âi guess i can take the blame for that,â he nods, hands finding their way to your hips. against your better judgment, you lean half your weight against his body. this is bad, very badâbut itâs also the best thing ever.Â
being close to suguru feels like the sunâs heat tearing through your skinâitâs warm. itâs pleasant. it leaves you parched and drained with a dry throat. but still, you need it to survive.Â
âwhy did you come back?â you ask tiredly. his hand finds the small of your back, rubbing slow circles.
âi donât know,â he hums, âi didnât really get a say. maybe i was always meant to, who knows?â
you look at him at thatâtilt your head to get a good look at his features. his eyes are more tired, and his cheeks are a bit more sunken in compared to the youthful flesh you remember him with. his hair isnât as healthy, and his forehead has the slightest traces of pale marks from the scars. but heâs still suguruâand you have always loved suguru, even if he gives you every reason to hate him.
âyou make my life unreasonably difficult,â you mutter.
he hums, smiling. âcan i?â he asks breathlessly, pleadingly. you stare at his eyes, he stares at your lips. you know what he wantsâbut fuck, you canât let him have it so easy.Â
âcan you what?â you ask, raising a brow slowly.
âare you really gonna make me say it?â he grunts, lips almost curled into a pout. itâs cute, the way he looks longingly at your lipsâitâs so cute and beautiful and dangerous all at once, just like suguru.Â
âyes,â you say, âyes i am. i deserve to hear it suguru, after everything you put me through. youâŚyou left me. i wasnât enough for you. i mourned you. i grieved a body i never even saw. do you know what that does to a person? to lose them not once but two times? the least you could do is tell me what you want,â your voice wavers just a little.Â
it shakes for the lost time. for the moments youâll never have. for the memories you lost. for the past thatâs tainted. time is cruel like that. but thatâs the beauty of it allâthe fragility. itâs like sand falling through the cracks of your fingers, every grain slipping from your reach but still soft and soothing against your skin as it falls. everything fades over time, everything starts to hurt one way or another. but it stops. it heals. it starts over. the sand fills the cup of your palms again, warm and delicate and just as beautiful as before it crumbled.Â
âcan i kiss you?â he asks desperately, âplease?â
âkissing me is not a temporary thing,â you shake your head, ânot anymore. itâs for good. only for good.â
âi want to kiss you for good,â he nods, hands digging into your hips impatiently. youâre close. youâre too far. he can feel you, smell you, hear your unsteady breaths. but itâs not enough. he needs to devour you, taste you on his tongue, and melt you with his touch. âi wonât stop this time,â he promises.Â
âyou better not,â you sniffle, tears blurring your vision. you hated suguru for leaving you. you hated him for coming back to you like this. you never stopped loving him, never will stop loving himâand maybe thatâs what love is. when the darkness is worth trekking through for the afterglow of the light. âif you fucking leave me again, youâre dead to me. i donât care how many times you come back to life. youâre dead to me.â
âokay,â he agrees through a shaky chuckle, âi suppose i deserve that. let me kiss you, yeah?â
âyeah,â you breathe.
he kisses youâyears too late, he kisses you. it feels like youâre teenagers again. it feels different and foreign. you know this feeling like the back of your hand. you donât understand what this sensation is anymore. itâs new. itâs old. itâs perfect. it hurts. suguru is here. he promised not to leaveâyou donât know if you believe him, but youâre going to trust that finally, for once, you are enough.Â
youâre enough to make him happy. to give him a sense of purpose. to keep him swimming when his limbs start to sink.Â
finally, for once, youâre enough.Â
âi love you,â he whispers against your mouth, breathing the words into you like heâs offering you the air from his lungs, âi never stopped. i promise.â
âyou donât deserve to hear it from me,â you murmur back, panting against his lips, ânot yet.â
âfair enough,â he chuckles, âyou sure know how to leave a guy waiting.â
âi learned from the best,â you shoot back.
he grinsâsuguru smiles, heartfelt and real. life is full of misery, itâs painful, and nothing fucking makes sense. everything is cruel. everything dies no matter how carefully you water the roots. thereâs always something, someone, ready to tear it from the earth. but if you keep planting the seeds, suguru will keep watering.Â
maybe something kind can bloom from that, something big enough for him to hide under the shade when the scorching heat of tragedy becomes too much.Â
in this world or in the jujutsu world; in this life or in the next. suguru is yours.
âwhy am i here?â he asks gently, his face digging into your neck. you hold him, cradling the back of his head as you hum.Â
âbecause i need you here. will you stay?â
âyes,â he murmurs, âi think iâll stay.â
hi. i have been working on this since march. its still not how i envisioned it to be originally but that's okay. i had fun writing it and it means a lot to me even tho its kind of. well....cliche LMAO like everything i write. but. i enjoy the cliches okay ?? i do. kxljchskdf hope u guys didn't hate it </3
also the fic banner is âŚ. not the greatest. just ignore it ok
#teepods.writings#fics.#geto x reader#geto x you#geto fluff#geto angst#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jjk angst#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru x you#geto suguru angst#geto suguru fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen angst#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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people who undermine the importance of izuku and katsuki's relationship throughout bnha because of "annoying shippers" or because they just don't like katsuki are insane because their relationship is literally so? important??? to the entire story???? katsuki is the deuteragonist of bnha. he was one of the first characters to show up. he was the first other person to know about OFA. so much of the manga is spent showing his development. if you deny his character development and relationship development ("relationship" does not always mean romantic relationship) with izuku, you are quite literally denying a massive part of the series. the manga starts with them and ends with them. you're allowed to dislike him but if you dislike him so much that you, in turn, start hating how izuku is a "punching bag" or a "doormat" for the entire series because he doesn't stay angry and vengeful at people even though a massive part of his character is that he's compassionate and kind even to people who aren't to him or used to not be, and you seriously think that that makes him weak, and you just start to dislike the main two characters of the series, i think you should. idk. stop reading, probably. read the revenge fantasy shit that you obviously want to read. there are like seven million manhwa available to you where the character gets the revenge you so desperately want to see.
#someone on twitter kinda pissed me off#bnha#mha#bkdk#bakudeku#katsuki bakugou#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#i hope this post is understandable bc i am so tired rn#also can i just mention how these people so obviously project onto izuku#how much does katsuki have to atone for you guys#i'm not saying what he did WASN'T fucked up but at what point do you guys think he âearnsâ forgiveness?#apparently he didn't earn it when he: apologized. took a hit for izuku. died because he became the closest person to him.#felt guilty over his actions. cried because he felt guilty and wanted them to compete forever.#spent 8 years funding a fancy expensive suit that could allow izuku to have his greatest dream back.#like i genuinely don't understand what else he could possibly do#he experiences misfortune for being the way that he is (even if not directly reprimanded for it often) and he learns and grows from it#and if you say âhe could've permanently diedâ izuku would have Fucking Hated that actually.#the main character you project so hard onto would have hated it and cried his eyes out and mourned for his childhood friend-slash-bully#proof? see his reaction when he literally saw katsuki lying dead on the ground. he started hyperventilating.#izuku midoriya is NOT A SELF INSERT CHARACTER.
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      LULLABY FOR A BROKEN HEART
pairing: Leon Kennedy x Gn reader.
summary: After a mission, Leon musters up the courage to ask for one thing he's always wanted.
warnings: hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, fluff, Leon is touch starved, no consumption of alcohol but there are mentions of it, injuries, mentions of trauma.
word count: 2.1k
author's note: Hello! So... I had prepared some dad leon headcanons but after reading DI manga latest chapter... I knew I had to write something about it. I wrote this with a platonic relationship in mind but you can also see it as an established relationship! I just wanted an excuse to write about Leon because he is literally an angel ueueueue. He deserves the world.
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With heavy and wobbly steps, Leonâs blurry visionâfrom the lack of sleepâ could make out the frame of your door, your apartmentâs door. A part of him knows that he may be a burdenâor thatâs what he believes. Fatality, sorrow, and overall bad outcomes are the only things his mind can register.
He doesnât want to bother you. Hell, he doesnât want to speak to anyone right now. The fact that he somehow made it safely to your front door was enough for him to know that you would be so angry at him. You shouldnât drive after a mission. You shouldnâtâ... let yourself die. He knows all those phrases by heart.Â
Heâs getting better. Heâs a lot better, to be honest. He no longer drinks, but he may as well look drunk right now. His head was hurting like hell, but he blamed it on his mission. Heâs getting too old for that shit. But, a healthy improvement doesnât mean that he canât fall.Â
Recovery isnât a straight line of betterment. There are nights when he can sleep like a baby. But then again, some days, he goes to sleep knowing that a nightmare may attack his dreams.Â
His fist bangs against your door, at first trying to be quiet. But after a few seconds, some desperation came within his knocking, and a louder sound filled the already silent night.Â
The melancholic feeling of being alone lasts a couple of seconds before he hears some steps inside your home, those get even closer until he sees the door opening. The sight he admires before him is far from comforting. The eyebags under your eyes, your disheveled hair, and the quiet yawn that escapes your lips say it all, you were sleeping.Â
At first, you donât say anything, letting the silence in the air fill the lack of response from both parts. Yours and Leonâs, two souls that are aching right now but for different reasons.
Leon, who is hurting because he doesnât want you to see him like this. And yours because youâd give him the world just for him to stop blaming himself. Ironic, but in reality youâre two sides of the same coin.
Amidst the countless things you want to tell Leon, you step aside allowing him to enter your apartment. The one he knows as his cozy getaway. His second home. The first one is your mere existence.Â
Physical things last no more than a few weeks, months, or years. Everything is doomed to cease existing. He has witnessed it through the years he has worked as an agent. Those gigantic and marvelous houses politicians love to brag about? A bomb would destroy them. That motorcycle he loves? Yeah, that oneâŚ. No more than a few pieces remained.
But the simple fact that you were alive and breathing meant so much. He wasnât a stranger to death. He knows that he has become desensitized to those topics as much as he denies it. But even if someone were to die, their proof that they belonged to this world would live in those who loved them, those who were close to them.Â
And thatâs why youâre his home. The kind of home that served as a refuge when life got too much, when life stopped basking him with its sunlights but rather sent him a blizzard. Your presence was enough for him because you granted him the affection he has long forgotten he could have.
As he enters your apartment, the normalcy and everydayness of the living room embrace him like a thick and warm blanket. The usual smell of your scented candlelight also brings him back to the reality where he could feel safe.
Heâs alone for a while, you let him sit on your couch even though he might stain it with the dirt on his pants and whole body. You donât exactly care, you can clean it after.Â
His eyes are unfocused as he waits for you to come back. At that moment, the memories of his last mission came to his mind. They donât haunt him like they used to do in the past, where he decided to stop the voices from getting louder by drowning in alcohol.
Now, they replay in his mind like a Deja Vu, like a movie he was the main star in. However, it doesnât mean they stop stabbing his heart knowing that he had taken lives.Â
He used to be a religious person. Right now if someone asks him if he follows a certain God, he would respond with a simple no. But when he sees the bodies of those whom he had to kill, he would offer a silent prayer, asking whoever hears him that their souls could rest in peace.
Leon kills, but heâs also a lover of life. He loves the world and its people. He wants to believe that he'd be reminded as the one who fought for those who couldnât, even if he didnât want to be associated with that type of job.
In his mind, it may sound corny but he has started appreciating the simple things in life. The way someone would smile at him in the supermarket, the way a random stranger would greet him even though they donât know him. It was a nice reminder that he was, in fact, alive.
Your steps break the silenceâonce again. In your hands, thereâs a first aid kit.Â
Thereâs a certain urgency in the way you sit next to him to treat his wounds. Your eyes never leave him as you try to make sure that nothing is hurting him. Even when he has awoken you from your sweet dreams, youâre the same caring and compassionate person as always.
An alcohol swab touches one cut he had on his temple, a bruise already forming on the skin. Proof that his head was literally slammed against a metal tube. Not his proudest moment, if he had to be honest.
âIâm not going to break, you knowâŚâ Leon finally speaks as your hand seems to slightly shake out of fear of bringing more pain to him.
You manage to let out a chuckle at his words. âI know. But Iâm not taking risks.â
His eyes continue to remain fixated on your face, like a puppy who is looking at a treat. But rather, heâs like a homeless man admiring one of the prettiest houses he has ever seen.
There are no questions asked, nor complaints about anything related to his late-night visit. He appreciates the fact that heâs welcomed no matter what. Nonetheless, he canât help but thank you for your hospitality.
âThank you.â He murmurs as you clean another injury that was just above his eyebrow. âYouâre too good for me.â Leon's words show a moment of raw sincerity.
Leonâs humanity is palpable, even when he doesnât notice it. Thereâs a childlike glimmer in his eyes when he watches his favorite movies, a hint of regret when he talks about his missions, and a big sense of empathy when he speaks about the victims who died at his hands.
Leonâs kindness knows no limits. And you wish everyone could observe what an amazing human he is.
âWhy is that?â You asked, scooting closer to hear him better. To pay full attention to what heâs about to say. Thereâs nothing Leon loves more than knowing he can really talk with someone about his feelings since he has mastered the art of closing off.
âFor thisâŚâ He admits as his hands gesture your first aid kit, to your apartment as a whole. âIâm not used to being⌠pampered like this. I get hurt and I fix myself up.â His expression darkens slightly.
âWell⌠Iâm here, arenât I?â You give Leon a warm smile before pinching one of his cheeks making sure not to touch any of his cuts. âYou donât have to be alone all the time, Leon. You can rely on me.â
Leonâs lips turn into a shy smile as you pinch his cheek. âYeah, I know.â Heâs grateful for your hospitality and overall care. But itâs hard for someone who has always been in solitude to think that itâs okay to rely on someone, that itâs okay to need a person.Â
Heâs silent for a moment before asking a question thatâs been nagging him for a while now. âBut⌠Donât you get tired of it? Of taking care of me?â
You instantly shake your head, responding with a blunt âNope, never.â In fact, you would be awake all night long just to make sure he was alright.Â
âYouâre a Godâs sent⌠I swear.â He chuckles as his gaze moves towards his own hands which are fidgeting. As if he was looking for something to grab, to hold onto.Â
He hesitates for a few seconds, he doesnât want to overstep boundaries but then again⌠Heâs not used to being touched let alone hugged. But right now⌠he craves feeling the tender and intimate affection that a hug brings.
When was the last time he was touched? He doesnât remember. The sole thought of admitting itâs been months if not years that he hasnât been hugged brings embarrassment to his already troubled mind.Â
You notice, you know Leon a little too well. You recognize every little quirk he has, from the way he sometimes sticks out his tongue when heâs focused on something to the way he looks at everyone before delivering a punchline.
But you wait for him, you want him to be comfortable.Â
As a sigh leaves his lips, he finally speaks. âCan you hug me?â His words come out hushed, as if ashamed of himself for asking something so⌠banal, so simple. âI really need it.â
The way he speaks, the way his voice suddenly cracks and the way his fingers twitch even more tell you enough.
âCome here.â You encourage him, opening your arms. He wastes no time getting himself closer and wrapping his arms around you. The kindness that youâre showing him could bring him to tears, but he doesnât let them fall. Right now, he just wants to be embraced.
He was bigger than you, being an agent built his body to be ready to fight, to kill. Of course his muscles would basically bury your frame as he curls himself into the hug. But funnily enough, he feels like a kitten that found solace on a rainy day. He feels getting even smaller and almost disappearing from the catastrophes of this world.
He could easily rest his head on your shoulder. But instead, he decides to bury his face in the crook of your neck, feeling even more at ease in this peaceful moment. Closing his eyes, he lets the warmth of your body soothe his aching soul.
He always takes care of everyone, his mind and soul are connected to people he may as well never see again. He feels too much, he feels everything. Nevertheless, there are times when he wants to be the one being doted on, to feel safe.
And right now⌠he is safe.
âYou may think Iâm stupidâŚâ His words are muffled as his face is pressed into your neck, his stubble ever so slightly brushing against your skin.
âI sometimes think youâre stupid.â You tease him, trying to bring some humor to the situation as you sense that Leon is starting to doubt himself. Your arms hug him closer, tighter. Letting him know that you arenât going anywhere. âBut right now⌠I think youâre the most amazing person ever.â
Leon doesnât say anything for the moment. His breathing is steady and calm, drowning in your so familiar scent. His fingers caress the back of your head, touching your hair reminding himself that you were there, as if the hug wasnât enough.
âYouâre the most selfless person Iâve ever known.â You murmur, pressing a kiss on the top of his head. âYou fight so much, youâre so important to many people. You donât even know how much I thank life for having a Leon Kennedy next to me.â
Your words break his heart a little. Not because you said something wrong, not at all. But rather⌠he canât imagine how his existence could bring happiness to someone. Chris, Rebecca, hell everyone has helped him a lot. But you are like an anchor which he clings to.
âDonât feed a stray dogâŚâ He tries joking, but his voice is barely a whisper. Youâre used to his jokes. Most of the time, they are harmless and light-hearted. However, sometimes they served to hide what he was truly feeling. âTheyâll always come back.â
âI donât want you to come backâŚâ You respond. letting your hand rub his back. âI want you to stay.â
And Leon is definitely going to stay, heâs going to stay with you and with everyone else. He will fight off every bioweapon, he will succeed in every mission. Just to come back to his home and to his life. A life heâs learning to love and enjoy.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#resident evil
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BORN TO LOVE YOU
// Michael Kaiser
sum: itâs been a month since kaiser let you slip away from him. he thinks he knows what it feels like to lose everything.
wc: 1080
warnings: probably OOC kaiser idk itâs my first time writing him, kaiser backstory & manga spoilers
a/n: sorry if this is a mess i just had to get exes to lovers with kaiser out of my head xd
likes & reblogs are appreciated :)
When Michael Kaiser was born, he had nothing. Not a family, not care, and most certainly not love. Michael Kaiser was born a mistake, and lived most of his life that way.
Everything changed when he was fifteen, when his life turned around and all of a sudden he meant something. All of a sudden he had a reason to care, a reason to continue living. No longer was he the mistake of a child that neither of his parents wanted, no longer was he a thief that had to steal to survive; he is Michael Kaiser, a member of the New Generation World XI, signed to Bastard Munchen with millions to his name.
He met you at twenty-one, a university student studying in one of the universities in the city, at some coffee shop he canât seem to remember. He remembers the bored look on your face as you took his order at the register, and the way you didnât even react when he said his name. If Kaiser was being honest, he was a little offended - but he also thought you were pretty even with your bored appearance.
He didnât know that that fateful encounter would lead to perhaps the most meaningful years of his life.
Kaiser is not good with love. He was never given even a sliver of it, and he has never been in a relationship long enough to know what it feels like beyond the shallow like. Models and actresses alike all flock to him no doubt as a means of increasing their fame, and he could care less. It was fun to toy with them, and throw them aside when he got tired of them. They were all the same.
You, however, brought him down to earth; you showed him what it was like to be human. You showed him what it meant to enjoy the little things in life, to take a step back and relax for a moment, to enjoy the silence. If he knows how to appreciate the simple pleasures of life, itâs because of you.
Two years with you was more than enough time to get him addicted to the drug that is you. Heâs not a passive person by any means, and heâs the kind of person to speak freely of his thoughts no matter the opinions of the people around him - yet he finds himself unsure of what to say when heâs with you. He finds himself wondering if he should say something, if heâll offend you with his blunt words. So he softens himself the best he can, he tries to be gentler and kinder in his words and actions, all in an effort to keep you.
Yet, you still manage to slip through his fingers, until all he's left with are the bittersweet memories of you.
Kaiser doesnât enjoy admitting heâs miserable. All that runs through his head are thoughts of you, how youâre doing, what youâre doing, where you could be. He yearns to feel your skin against his again, to hold you at night and let your breathing lull him to sleep, he yearns to hold your hand as you walk down the street, he yearns for you. You, who is just barely within reach, but the one thing heâll never be able to reach.
Kaiser doesnât cry. Kaiser gets angry, he gets frustrated, but he doesnât cry. But when he thinks about you, and what was and what couldâve been, he canât help when his face grows wet and the cascade of tears donât stop. He waits for a moment, before he laughs bitterly, remembering that youâre not there anymore, and heâs back to wiping his own tears like all those years ago.
A month passes by, and youâve never contacted him. His heart hurts in a way heâs never felt before. Maybe itâs an act of desperation, or maybe heâs drowning in his sorrows, but he finds himself at your apartment in the middle of the day looking and feeling like a wreck.
âIâm sorry.â The words slip out of his mouth on instinct. Heâs not the kind of person to apologize, but if itâs for you, heâll do it without hesitation.
You let him in and he almost feels like heâs breathing fresh air again. Your apartment is a familiar sight, and he remembers every inch of it like the back of his hand. The only things missing are the frames of you and him.
âIâm sorry.â He all but whispers when you sit down on your couch, his voice rough and raw. âI love you.â
âMichaelâŚâ Your voice, liquid gold to his ears, calls his name so tenderly he might just break down on the spot.
âI canât live without you. I donât know how to anymore. Iâll never love anyone as much as I love you, and Iâll never stop loving you. You⌠Youâre my life. You taught me how to live, you taught me how to be human. If I know love, itâs because of you. How can I love another person while knowing youâre the only one for me?â Michael Kaiser has never begged. But for you, heâll grovel a thousand times over and then some. His voice cracks and he wants nothing more than for you to love him again. âI⌠I know itâs selfish that I need you. You deserve better. Iâm sorry that this is all I am, but I canât let go of you.â
âMichael, please donât say that.â Your voice is firm as you take his hands in yours and he swears he feels electricity shoot down his spine. âYou are more than enough the way that you are, please never think otherwise. Youâre the Michael Kaiser, any person would be lucky to have such a wonderful man by their side.â
He doesnât realize heâs crying, not until you wipe away his tears with your thumb.
When you embrace him gently, lovingly, he completely breaks. The tears donât stop and he canât help his sniffling. Heâs afraid to speak, to hear what may leave his fragile heart, but heâs never felt so warm, so loved. Is this what home feels like?
âI was born to love you.â He finally manages to whisper, buried in the comfort of your neck with your arms wrapped around him, his wrapped around you. Your hands tenderly stroke his hair, and he feels himself being lulled to sleep.
âWe were born for each other, my love.â
#michael kaiser#blue lock#michael kaiser x reader#x reader#kaiser x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#bllk
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It's actually so important to me that the first time we see Ed actually cry in Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood and Manga) - apart from the automail surgery - is when Hohenheim offers him his life to bring back Alphonse.
Throughout the entire story Ed doesn't cry because of his misguided love-filled promise to Al. No matter how horrible their odds, no matter how traumatizing their journey, Ed refuses to cry. He comes close. So, so close. When Izumi tells them it's okay to be sad, offering comfort after a long time without. After Nina dies and Ed and Al let the rain wash away their sorrow. When Hughes dies and guilt becomes an even heavier cloak weighing their shoulders down. When death comes knocking on Ed's door and he decidedly sends it packing.
Ed laughs and rages and smiles and screams.
But he doesn't cry.
Just because Al can't.
Ed was eleven when he made that promise. He was a child suffering through something truly horrific when he promised himself and the world that he wouldn't cry as long as his brother wasn't allowed to do the same.
Which is painful to watch - especially since it tells us that Ed knows how much crying is a part of life. He gave something up, not out of some misguided idea of masculinity, but because he knew it would be a sacrifice to keep himself from crying. A punishment since his brother could no longer offer his tears in the face of sorrow.
But by the end of the story Ed has cried. And it's not tears of joy, like the ones he promised Winry. No, Ed is angry when he cries - and Alphonse is no longer there.
In a way Ed kept his promise to Al - he only cried when the person he made this promise to (be it silent and secretive) was gone.
As far as they knew Al was dead.
But that truth alone didn't bring tears to Ed's eyes, though it certainly shattered his heart and made him quiver in desperation. No, in the end it was Hohenheim who finally allowed Ed to spill tears kept locked away for four long years.
And I love it.
I love that Hohenheim trying to do something truly loving, something completely selfish, something absolutely sacrificial was the thing that pushed Ed over the edge.
Because Ed never forgave his father for leaving, but by the end of the story he understands why he left.
Because Ed is so unbelievably angry with this man who abandoned him, and he still cares for him - partially because he knows Alphonse does.
Because Ed was never forced to forgive Hohenheim, but we still know that Hohenheim loves his children and his wife and would do everything for them.
Even, no, especially if it means dying.
And Ed can't take it.
So many others have died by this point, they are all painted in blood and pain, and Ed has lost his only constant - and now his father wants to make an ultimate sacrifice?
No.
So, Ed gets angry. And he cries. And he saves Al on his own - with the help of all of his friends, and Hohenheim.
Because no matter Ed's feelings on the man who gave him life, he doesn't want to see anyone else die. He doesn't want anyone else's blood on his hands.
And he wants Hohenheim to get a chance to be a rotten father - because at the end of the day Hohenheim is someone worth crying over even, no, especially by the boy who promised he wouldn't cry.
(there is something to be said about Hohenheim crying on their family portrait, only to be mirrored by Ed grinning while holding his own child - there is something to be said about Hohenheim willingly offering his life, only to be stopped by the tears running down his son's angry face - there is something to be said about Ed's anger and Hohenheim's soft grief and their shared past)
#fmab#fma#edward elric#alphonse elric#van hohenheim#fullmetal alchemist meta#fullmetal alchemist#fma meta#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#fma brotherhood#i love them your honor#like... i dont think hohenheim would ever win dad of the year#but like... this is SUCH A TORTURED SOUL#and i think him trying to die#by saving Al#was his way to apologize for all that#for leaving and not coming back#for being awkward and not knowing what to say#if he could die for Al it would all be worth it#only Ed wouldnt let him#because he knew it wouldnt be equivalent#and because he couldnt watch someone else die#not even a rotten father#(especially not a rotten father Ed somewhat cared for)#they never made up#the show never asked Ed to forgive Hohenheim#but I do think Ed understood him by the end#they are very similar after all#and Hohenheim truly loved their mother#and he truly truly loved his sons
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Hcs for Itadori x reader, who distances themselves from him and avoids him, because they have feelings for him and are scared, because they don't know how to behave around him and are scared of rejection please?
Itadori is the best person you know. Heâs kind and empathetic, always willing to listen to others, and has this endearing positivity about most things. He may not be the brightest person but heâs quick to learn when given the chance. Heâs also strong and handsome.
Likewise, people could list positives about you; but in this situation, when you think about what you have to offer in return, all the positives youâve heard, you still canât see what is so special about you that someone like him would accept your feelings. You feel inadequate.
Youâre don't think you're pin-up model pretty like his posters, Itadori likes tall girls with big asses, he claims, and thereâs nothing about his behavior that would insinuate that he likes your personality more than the rest of your friends.
You canât take another day without telling him, feeling the need to scream out that you like the boy every time he gets too close, touches your arm too readily, calls out your name to back him up in whatever dumb arguments he would have with Kugisaki, or save you a seat right next to him.
Youâre terrified that you might accidentally let it slip, and heâd reject you because there isnât a good enough reason for him to like you as much as you like him. And if your words didnât make him realize it then your actions would give it away eventually.
Fortunately, Itadori isnât very perceptive when it comes to romantic feelings towards himself. What he can notice is when one of his friends seems troubled, and he can notice even more that he hasnât been seeing you around as much lately.
He notices things like you donât sit next to him anymore at meals, you donât seem to want to hang out together as much (and when you do you always ask if the others coming too), or when heâs reading a good manga and wants to show you a panel youâre not there.
Itadori thinks heâs done something wrong to make you angry at him, and the guilt of not even knowing what he did wrong starts to preoccupy his mind. Maybe he took one too many snacks out your âsecretâ snack drawer (shit, did I forget to replace it?) or maybe you didnât like the way heâd play with and squish your plushies when heâd hang out in your room (they never complained about it so how was I supposed to know!), or maybe you didnât like his humor (But you laughed at his jokes a lot. But what if it was those awkward uncomfortable laughs and he didnât notice!)
Itadori is pulling out his hair trying to figure it out. He considers you one of his best friends, and itâd be awkward to be classmates and work together if you hated him.
He gets all desperate about it, annoying Fushiguro and Kugisaki to help him figure out what he did so he can apologize already because every time he tries to ask you swear youâre not mad at him!
He wants to make up already and go back to arguing about stupid things instead, like whether purple or pink hair would suit you the best. He becomes hyper-aware of the pinch in his heart when he thinks about the two of you possibly matching and now you keep avoiding him.
Either Fushiguro or Kugisaki is going to try to force you to talk to him because the tension is getting annoying and a bit sad with how pouty Itadori gets and to tell him that you have a crush on him already. That youâre already pushing him away and losing him by hurting his feelings.
Before you can, Itadori is already onto his next move, buying anything to make up for what he thinks he did wrong: new snacks; new plushies; new novelty socks from when you loaned him a pair and they got ripped up during a mission; that hoodie of his youâre always complimenting? Yours, you can have it. He doesnât even like hoodies anyway!
Heâs going to show up at your dorm door, apologizing. He doesnât know exactly what he did so he is going to simply apologize for everything. He really hates fighting with you because he really likes you, and itâs killing him not to have you like him, too.
You end up having to apologize to him and explain that youâre scared to be around him because you have feelings for him and didnât want to be rejected, that you want to be friends with him even if he doesnât have those feelings back for you, and you were afraid to lose him as a friend.
It takes him a minute to process everything you said. Heâs trying to think of a world where he could ever reject you. Youâre so pretty and talented and smart, and you did nothing but occupy his mind over the last couple of weeks and even before then heâd think about you a lot. Youâre dazzling.
He explains all that to you so sincerely, with the smallest hint of shy embarrassment as he puts the words together, that it makes you feel stupid for even thinking heâd reject you and not realizing that he could hold the world with the amount of feelings he has for you.
Of course, you accept.
Itadori laughs and shuffles all the items he got for you: he guesses this means he prepared the s/o hoodie too early?
#yuji x reader#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yuuji itadori x reader#yuuji x reader#yuji fluff#head canon
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How the Pillars react to your death
Important note: all of these deaths occur during the infinity castle arc, heavy and implied spoilers. Rengokuâs reaction to your death takes place before Mugen Train! Readerâs gender is unspecified.
Warnings: this post contains spoilers for the final arc of the manga. This includes implied spoilers for various characters. Please do not read this if you donât want to be spoiled and donât blame me if you go ahead and read it anyways lol
A/N: I wrote this whole post in my head while showering last night and Iâm honestly offended it took me 3x as long to actually write it.
GiyuÂ
âCAWWW! DEAD! KOCHO SHINOBU AND L/N Y/N ARE DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER A CONFRONTATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO!â Giyuâs body comes to a screeching halt, Tanjiro shooting past him before falling to his knees as violent sobs wracked his body. Giyu, on the other hand, is frozen in place, a sob stuck in his throat. Shinobuâs death was a punch to the gut, but you? For the first time since Sabito had died, Giyu felt tears burning at the back of his eyes. Yet, nothing would come out, those tears wouldnât break the barrier and slip down his cheeks. His tight throat would not let the sob escape. There was no possible way you were gone, you promised him youâd be okay. Though, childish beliefs like that reminded him of his own faults. Once again, he couldnât protect the people he cared about. Rather than wallowing in sudden grief, he began moving again, past Tanjiro who was struggling to get back up. He needed to keep moving, if he didnât stop, he was certain he would collapse entirely and never get up again. He couldnât let your sacrifice go to waste.Â
ShinobuÂ
Her feet barely hit the ground, body manoeuvring through the endless castle with one destination in mind. âCAWWW! DEAD! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING UPPER MOON TWO!â She stumbles, shock hitting her like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head. Her mind is racing, not willing to believe what the crow had just said to be true. You had steered away from the plan. In a desperate attempt to save Shinobuâs life you tried to defeat Upper Two yourself. Hot, angry tears are spilling down her cheeks, hand clutching her heart as she tries to understand. âWhy would you do this? Why wouldnât you take my word for it and go with Tomioka? Look what you did⌠you went and got yourself killed,â Yet again, Upper Two had taken something precious to her. One word flashed through her mind, alongside your beautiful face. Revenge. She would get her revenge, not only for Kanae, but for you. âDonât worry, my love. Iâll be with you soon.âÂ
RengokuÂ
Itâs quiet, too quiet even. You should be back by now, the sun has fully risen. Kyojuroâs heart is hammering in his chest, doom creeping up his spine. He has an unshakable bad feeling about your late arrival. His worst fears are confirmed when your crow arrives without you. âNoâŚâ breathless, as if all the air is being ripped from his lungs. âDonât say itâŚâ his knees are giving out as your crow lands on the wooden porch. âT-theyâre goneâŚarenât they?â he chokes it out, the words are as bitter and burning as bile. Your crow only caws, soft and full of sorrow, unable to share the proper message as Kyojuro begins to sob. Heâs curling in on himself, crying so loudly but unable to hear it due to the intensity of the ringing in his ears. Itâs a panic attack manifesting in the most intense form. He canât fathom a world without you, nevermind having to live in one. Senjuro is rushing to his brother's aid, seeing your crow gives him more than enough information to know as tears well in his eyes.Â
Tengen
Heâs kneeling dutifully outside of Nezukoâs room, Shinjuro by his side. His wives are inside, too stubborn to sit out and not help at all. Their excuse being that Nezuko saved his life, they owe her the same kind of protection now. You on the other hand, were too determined, leaving your retirement to fight the battle against the demon lord himself. Nothing Tengen nor his wives said could convince you to stay on the sidelines. His heart is sinking the moment your crow appears in the distance, heâd recognize it anywhere. âN-no⌠donât you dareâŚâ Tengenâs voice is cracking as it lands, Shinjuro is turning his head the other way, knowing what is to come. âDonât you dare say they are deadâŚâ his voice is rising in his panic, he knows the answer. The commotion has Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru running outside. The moment Hinaâs eyes land on your crow, a violent sob escapes her chest, falling to her knees as Makio and Suma come to the same conclusion. âT-theyâre deadâŚarenât they?!â Makio sobs, Tengen canât raise his head as your crow delivers your final message.Â
MitsuriÂ
Sheâs frozen in place as a crow comes directly for her, fear is ebbing through her body, a cold sweat forming on her brow. She knows the message before the crow can even utter it. âNo! Go back! I donât want to hear it!â Obanai is frozen beside her, grabbing her arm so she doesnât collapse. The crow circles around her, cawing woefully as she begins to cry. âI-I donât want to know! Donât tell me!â sheâs hiccupping as Obanai tries to pull her forward, they need to keep moving. âMitsuriâŚâ his voice is surprisingly soft, the crow is still circling overhead. âWe need to hear the messageâŚâ she shakes her head, hands coming up to cover her ears as tears slip down her cheeks. The crow caws again, Obanai signals for it to deliver the message. âCAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON ONE!â The crow continued on about who lived and who died, what was important is that upper moon one was dead. That didnât matter to her though, no she couldnât even hear the rest of the message over the ringing in her years. Mitsuri let Obanai tug her along, they needed to keep moving at whatever the cost.Â
MuichiroÂ
âCAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD!â He keeps running, uncertain as to why he feels a tightness in his chest at the crowâs message. âTHEY DIED DURING A CONFLICT WITH UPPER TWO!â Heâs still moving, more so concerned over his unexpected and overwhelming sadness. Why am I sad? I donât even remember that name⌠but then your kind smile is flashing before his eyes and the world is crashing down around him. He comes to a screeching halt, eyes wide as he finally pieces together the message. ây/nâŚâ how could he ever forget? Before he realizes it, heâs sniffling. Tears blur his vision for a moment before he blinks them away. He begins to move again, the sadness gripping his chest is slowly fading, fading until he canât even remember why he got teary eyed in the first place. He needs to remember the task at hand⌠where was he heading again?Â
Obanai
The flapping of wings catches him off guard, head craning upwards as the crow begins to caw. The noise is full of sorrow, which can only mean it bears bad news. âObanaiâŚâ Mitsuri is watching the animal circle above them, her heart pounding erratically at the endless possibilities of the message it may share. âCAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED IN BATTLE AGAINST UPPER MOON ONE!â Obanaiâs feet are slowing, hitting the floor beneath him with a little too much force as the message rings through his head over and over. âN-no⌠oh⌠Iguro IâŚâ Mitsuri is crying, staring at the man beside her as the world seems to cave in on him. Itâs as if everything is in slow motion for a few beats in time. The words the crow uttered felt foreign, your name paired with âdeadâ didnât make any sense in his mind. It was impossible really, there was no way you were dead. You had gone to face Upper One with Gyomei, Sanemi, Muichiro⌠four hashira against upper One and you didnât make it? You were so strong⌠no the message canât be correct. âKanroji⌠letâs keep moving.â heâs turning it off, every swelling emotion is being suppressed as he takes off again. Mitsuri is left with no choice but to wipe her tears and follow.Â
Sanemi
Upper Moon One is standing before him, Gyomei at his side. This battle needed to be won, if not, everything would be lost. The demon before him needed to be put down, there was no other option. Heâs talking, but he couldnât be bothered to listen. Rather, Sanemi is gauging every vital point he can strike and how to go about doing it. âCAWW! I BRING A MESSAGE!â he doesnât glace up, nothing that crow could say would be able to break his focus. âL/N Y/N IS DEAD!â except for that. Sanemi inhales deeply, eyes widening significantly as he debates on if he heard the message correctly. âTHEY DIED DURING AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO! UPPER MOON TWO IS NOW DEAD!â it feels as if all the air in the room had been sucked away with the crowâs flapping wings. Upper One no longer seemed smug about the message after the addition of Upper Two being defeated. Beside him, Gyomei is crying. Sanemi doesnât realize it, but so is he. Heâs oblivious to the hot, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. Still, his patience remains intact, waiting for Gyomeiâs signal to attack the high ranked demon. Now, he has absolutely nothing to lose. Kagaya is gone, now you are gone, it is likely the rest of the Hashira wouldnât make it out of this⌠he has nothing left to fight for.Â
Gyomei âCAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING MUZAN!â Tears flow freely as he fights, part of him wishes he hadnât been able to hear the message in the first place. You had met the unfortunate fate of encountering Muzan himself. It was likely that you were alone, if you werenât, you were likely the strongest in your group. It pained him, knowing you likely died a brutal death. That pain fueled his attacks, taking every ounce of heartbreak and despair out on the demon before him. You didnât deserve that, nobody deserved a fate that cruel. He keeps moving, mind reeling yet completely focused. Itâs as if he is fighting in a bubble, the world muffled around him yet perfectly clear all at once. Too many emotions are raging through his soul to really pinpoint just one of them. He can only hope youâll wait for him on the other side, he can only pray youâre watching over him at this very moment. Guiding him, giving him strength. âIâll meet you again soon, donât worry. I promise I wonât keep you waiting much longer. Wait for me, please? You will, wonât you?â
#kny#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer imagines#demon slayer fanfic#demon slayer headcanons#hashira#demon slayer angst#kny headcanons#kny imagine#kny angst#giyu angst#shinobu angst#rengoku angst#tengen angst#mitsuri angst#sanemi angst#obanai angst#gyomei angst#giyu headcanons#shinobu headcanons#rengoku headcanons#sanemi headcanons#tengen headcanons#mitsuri headcanons#gyomei headcanons#obanai headcanons#hashira headcanons#kny hashira#muichiro headcanons
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Chifuyu Matsuno:
- Him not admitting jealousy when you spend more time with baji than with him
- Kazutora flirting with you to irritate Fuyu
- He freaks out when you or Baji kidnap Peke J
- When you two fight, he says that Peke J is sad and that you need to talk to each other again
- You watching chifuyu vent with peke j
- Seeing chifuyu sad and disappointed when peke j prefers you over him
- He cries for the slap you gave him after he once again forgot to buy Peke J's food
- One of your dates with him was reading manga at his house. (you two always do this at least once a week)
Kazutora Hanemiya:
- keisuke flirting with you (revenge for when kazu flirts with baji's girlfriend)
- you helping him with his problems (his free therapist)
- him hitting on a waiter who flirted with you
- him thinking you want to break up when you ignore him ( you were wearing headphones and didn't hear what he said)
- you were avoiding his food (you don't know if that mess is trustworthy)
- him showing up at your house at 3am because he couldn't sleep
- him staring at you for more than 5 minutes straight
- he angry when you go to feed kittens with baji without him
- him getting desperate when he doesn't know where you went
Keisuke baji:
- He says he hates physical contact, but if you don't give him hugs, he gets sulky with you
- Gossip about him with his mother
- Feed kittens with him and chifuyu
- Being âkidnappedâ by him at dawn, to take you on a motorcycle ride
- You helping him study (you just get angry)
- He fights with anyone who flirts with you (the person just asked for information about a place)
- After a fight between the two of you, say that Ryoko invited you to have lunch at his house (which his mother denies and says he was just missing you)
- Once again see kazutora flirting with you
- You two stealing peke j from chifuyu to see him suffering from worry
Mikey:
- him calling you sweetie
- him taking you to his room (to do dirty things) in a hurry whenever he has time in his schedule (sometimes it happens on the bike)
- him throwing a tantrum when you don't buy the dorayaki he ordered for you buy (he didn't ask)
- you being the biggest spoon at bedtime
- him not letting you hug him when he's mad at you.
-you and Draken leaving him in the cafeteria because you two are annoyed with Mikey.
- You and Emma fighting with Mikey because he left the toilet seat open
- Him hitting on any guy who makes you uncomfortable (or makes him jealous)
- Him supporting you to hit on the girl (or boy) who flirted with him
Draken:
- Mikey always getting involved in your dates (Draken hates it when Mikey does that, so he never told Mikey where and when you were going to meet)
- Draken doesn't like you getting involved with anything related to the gang (he only takes you to meetings because Emma says she needs company and loves you, and Mikey also bothers him with that)
- you with jealous of Emma at the beginning of the relationship and he just laughed and gave you a kiss saying he loved you.
- him loving it when you sleep on his chest (especially when you run your hand over his abdomen)
- him stopping by your house before stopping by Mikey's
- him letting Mitsuya pick you up somewhere when he can't
- him buying you candys because knows you love it
- him ignoring Mikey's calls when you guys are on a date
- he loves it when you guys are having sex and you kiss his abs (he gets hornier)
Mitsuya:
- Win pieces of clothing made by him for special festivities (your birthday, Valentine's Day, dating anniversary and Christmas)
- His sisters preferring you to him (they already asked if you could take them to your house)
- Mana and Luna making you turn against Mitsuya (just so they have your support whenever they do something wrong)
- When you and his sisters do something stupid, Hakkai helps you hide it so Mitsuya doesn't find out
- He loves having a picnic with you
- Him buying you flowers and chocolates when you are sad
- He loves cooking for you
- He always walks with his hand on your waist or on your shoulders
- He thinks it's cute when you get jealous of the girls at the club (he always sets limits on the girls)
Souya:
- Having nahoya threaten you if you hurt souya
- Sleeping holding it, with a bunch of stuffed animals next to it
- Having nahoya trying to meddle in the relationship
- Dates at your house or his (watching movies together)
- He thinks you're mad at him when u takes so long to respond (you were just sleeping)
- When you two fight (a rare thing), the reason for the fight is nahoya
- Nahoya learning to stop interfering in your relationship because you make his brother happy
- You finishing his curls (if you have curly hair he finishes yours)
- Him putting the stuffed animals you give him as gifts on his bed (he only sleeps with his favorites)
Nahoya:
- He loves spanking your ass
- Him making jokes that end up hurting you
- Your dates with him are usually at parties (he doesn't know how to be romantic, it's up to you)
- He always leaves hickeys on your neck
- He sleeps with his hand on your butt (sometimes he uses your butt as a pillow)
- Him wanting to straighten his hair and you two fighting because you don't want to let him straighten it
- Him making you ramen as a show of affection
- He often brings his brother on any date between the two of you (his brother who has to refuse to go out just the two of you)
- You forcing him to massage you after a fight, and him complaining (you hitting him and him shutting up)
Rindou:
- Language of love being gifts
- He invites you to parties where he will play as a DJ
- Ran flirting with you just to irritate Rin
- You and Ran hiding Rin's glasses and him getting angry
- You dyeing a strand blue to match him and him saying that this is ridiculous (he loved it and Ran confirmed it to you)
- Ran showing you Rindou's baby photos (him being embarrassed)
- Him forcing you to go to parties that Ran forces him to go to - He likes to show that he knows how to play the DJ table
- He doesn't show that he loves you when you praise him
Shinichiro:
- Izana is jealous of your relationship with Shini (he accepted it over time)
- You spend most of your day in the S.S. MOTOR with Shini to keep him company
- Mikey when he does something wrong asks for your help, and you taking his side, making Shini give up fighting with Mikey ( he's afraid when you get mad )
- Always get questions from Emma, Mikey and Shini's friends about why you chose him
- Buying things for you, like a candy or a perfume that you like (this makes you happy, so he does it even if he has no money)
- Receive hugs full of grease, because he gets dirty and loves hugging you all day long (and with kisses on the neck as a bonus)
- Mr Sano complaining about Shini with you
- Him trying to cook for you (it went wrong so he asked Emma for help)
- He can only sleep when he's with you (you have a house, but it's useless since you only stay at the sano's house)
N/a: It wasn't that good, but I decided to post it because I had nothing to do
#tokyo revengers#shinichiro x reader#sano mikey manjiro#keisuke x reader#chifuyu x reader#kazutora x reader#mitsuya x reader#draken#souya kawata#nahoya kawata#rindou haitani#mafezinrh
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I'm comparing the Dungeon Meshi manga to episodes I just watched and now I gotta capital-p Post about this one episode (spoilers past Episode 12)
So this part is an emotional side-step from the central throughline so far - Laios and Marcille got Falin back successfully and reunited, and they got that payoff from the very beginning where they thought it would be impossible. But Chilchuck is very much a part of these layers of development, so after that dragon finally dies, we stop for a second - Laios and Marcille are recovering, Falin has disappeared again - how does Chilchuck feel at that point?
It's the perfect stage to insert that because he didn't really share in that sense of victory in the same way as Laios and Marcille recovering someone extremely close to them. And that's on purpose because he keeps everyone at arms' length. As soon as that arc hits its end and Falin is recovered, there's at last space to ask - why is Chilchuck even here.
He's asking himself that through the chapter. Now that they've lost the person they intended to save, he regrets agreeing to come.
And starts shouldering responsibility for everything ending up this way. We saw that when he got stuck in the mimic room before - he refuses to let himself ask for help, or he'll try to take burdens alone to lessen relying on others. The original Touden Party was six people, and when Laios insisted on going back underground they were two, and he knew they would die, and figured maybe, maybe if they were one more, with his skillset, maybe they'd have a chance. He couldn't let them walk back down just to die.
And he's going back to that mindset - their lives are on me. He thinks he could have prevented this if he'd chosen differently. Essentially, the walk alongside the orc woman is him working through a guilt spiral.
He sees a second chance to correct that mistake of joining the party. He wants them out now, before they die. The orc asks him how they defeated a dragon and, in explaining it, he reminds himself of all the risky, ridiculous things they had to do, and he isn't satisfied with just getting lucky. Laios got his foot bitten off, on purpose! This proves to him that if they go any further they will not survive. And he hints at this dissatisfaction a couple chapters later, wishing his teammates prioritised things other than winning at all costs...
Like, obviously. The point of this chapter is Chilchuck pretending to be a self-serving coward. To the point where others react with disdain, even disgust, towards him because he wants to lie to Marcille and Laios to ensure they turn back. He's desperate to get out of a hopeless situation by any means necessary, and will destroy his standing in the group in a blink if it means nobody else dies. He has to go on a stupid mental health walk for his stupid mental health and talk through his little bout of panic and doubt.
'You called me a coward so don't be surprised when I act accordingly'
He needs someone very blunt to tell him 'dude you're not being a coward for wanting your friends to get out of hell alive. you're a coward for making excuses instead of honestly telling them your concern is genuine' and he BSODs about it. He needs to rant and externalise that frustration over their recklessness at a third party. He needs to scream that they are idiots because he's the only one for which the ends don't justify the means and he can't keep losing his mind over everyone's safety. Down to a point, the orc praises their ability to survive the explosion from the dragon's fuel sac, and it only justifies Chilchuck - Falin didn't even know she could cast the spell that stopped them all being killed, and they cannot continue getting lucky like this.
Anyway. The reason I stopped to think about it was this part-
Where he recovers Laios's monster-infused sword. The thing that made their situation in the dragon fight go from bad to worse, that he swore at Laios for in every language he knew. The most angry we'd seen him. And now he calmly picks it up and praises it for being the only one of them smart enough to make a run for it.
He's projecting, obviously. He's internalising the label of 'coward' and changing himself to fit it. And, look at him, he's so tired of this. It's evidence of his sheer exhaustion that his anger immediately disappears and he actually gives it a compliment. Him and Laios's sword, the group cowards, the only one who agrees with him.
Then, because he had a walk before getting into the argument, he's organised his feelings and drops all the walls and pretense and just says it.
There's a rule of writing where you contrast your high energy sequences with parts that are slow and mundane, to make the difference more apparent. I think that's why I like this bit so much. The fight against the dragon is long, and the emotional stakes are enormous. Right after that we have the bath scene with Falin and Marcille, and Laios ruffling Falin's hair, and this part that pauses everything to explore the stuff that Chilchuck finally needs to say. And it's wrapped in this neat little solemn journey to pick up their supplies and remember how it felt when all five of them had a meal around a real dinner table at last.
And because he doesn't resort to individualistic trickery, because he explains his point as a duty of care rather than pitting himself against the others, he gets backed up. Senshi agrees that they don't have the supplies to continue, and the orc lady mentions her brethren will return later and can give them support, all of which together breaks down Laios's singleminded devotion to his cause.
Personally I think the manga's better suited to comic timing, but in the anime you can get fleshed out little moments, like Laios's face journey as he realises the other three are making a good case for their survival.
This was my favourite part so far, and I like how both Chilchuck-centric episodes have separated him from the others. Because he won't reveal anything he's thinking otherwise. lmao
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi spoilers#long post#yeah im sorry dungeon meshi good i'm posting through it
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Childish Mistake | Kalego x Reader
Fandom: Mairimashita! Iruma-kun
Pairing: Naberius Kalego x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Genre/Tags: Fluff, Married Relationship, Memory Loss + Deaging Potion Accident
Summary: You have an accident and end up losing your memory and reverting into your teenage self.
A/n: I'm starting to think that all my fics for this fandom will be spur of the moment, I-got-possessed type of fics lol. I read the Kalego Gaiden and caught up to the manga so, I obviously had to write for him~ I really want to write a teenage Kalego or Balam fic tho! so much fun to write about their Babyls days...
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"Sensei!!" A shout had you pausing in your steps. You turned around to find a student running to you with a desperate expression and your admonition about running in the hallways died on your lips.
"Is everything okay?" You asked in concern. He stopped just short of bumping into you and panted.
"There's been some disturbance at the Magic Development battler!" He said immediately. "I think one of the potions leaked and students have become all aggressive. Fights are breaking out!"
"Oh no," you muttered under your breath and immediately dashed to the battler's room. You could make out some of the abnormal class students trying to subdue the aggressive ones; Jazz must have called for help. "Alright, break it off!"
You immediately cast spells to get everyone distanced as you joined the fray. With a snap of your finger, you bound up the students who were trying to lunge at the others again. There was still chaos and shouting and you turned to see the Magic Development battler wailing and getting angryâ a lot of the potions and gadgets were now broken and spilled over the floor. You carefully tried to walk around them to where the battler head was but accidentally bumped into a shelf where only one bottle was remaining.
Your eyes widened as you watched the contents spill on top of you in slow motion, your reflexes only fast enough to close your eyes in time so that it wouldn't blind you.
Excruciating pain ripped through your body and you couldn't help but let out a bloodcurdling scream. It felt like your blood was on fire and like your skin was being stretched taut. You crumpled into yourself, balling up on the floor, too overwhelmed by the pain to heed the concerned shouts of your students as you passed out.
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Kalego was walking down the hallways to the staff room when he heard the commotion coming from the Magic Development battler. A scream he had never heard before pierced the corridors and he immediately rushed over; he had never heard it before but it still sounded familiar. There were students shouting and he parted them with a wave of his hand, trying to get to the centre of the commotion.
The purple haired teacher was shocked to find you lying on the floor. Well⌠âyouâ was a bit of a stretch. Because the one lying unconscious on the floor was not the you he talked to, but the you from your teenage, when you both attended Babyls as students. You had somehow reverted to that age and Kalego was glaring at the students in a silent question.
Everyone seemed relieved that he was here (a first, he mused) but it took a few minutes for them to properly tell him what the hell had happened. Kalego sighed and immediately called for more teachers to take care of the affected and bound students. He himself made his way over to your unconscious body and started to pick you up so he could take you to the infirmary but the moment he touched you, you woke up with a loud gasp.
Kalego froze and looked at you, finding it strange to look at your younger self. Your wide eyes were still the same and yet, teenage you somehow seemed more brighter and innocent. Like you had yet to see the horrors of the world.
"What's your name?" Kalego asked immediately in lieu of checking your memory after he had helped you sit up. You cocked your head at him, staring unblinkingly. He waited for a few seconds but you didn't respond. "Can you hear me? Can you talk?"
"Uh, yeah," you nodded and blinked, cheeks flushing. It did not go amiss by Kalego, who only now remembered something you had told him a long, long time ago. "I'm (y/n). What's, what's your name, mister?"
Kalego could feel the silent stares from the students all around him and decided that he needed them gone.
"Alright, get out of here," he shot everyone a glare and most of them scampered off, not wanting to bring on the wrath of the guard dog of Babyls. The Abnormal class stayed behind but Kalego glared at them too. "You won't get a special warning. Leave."
They were hesitant but agreed to leave only after Iruma asked, "Will she be fine? Can you fix this?" and Kalego had answered an unwilling "Yes." It appeased them for now and they left him alone with you, who were looking at everything in curiosity.
"List everything you can remember and are aware of," Kalego said immediately, not bothering to get up from where he was crouched next to you. You immediately straightened up at his commanding tone.
"My name is (l/n) (y/n), 16 years old, student at Babyls," you said quickly, eyes flashing over your surroundings. "You are⌠Naberius Kalego. Last thing I remember is watching my juniors' Harvest Festival before going to sleep. Judging by my surroundings, I'm guessing I am currently at Babyls but⌠this is an unfamiliar Babyls. I have probably lost a lot of my memory if I'm correct in my assumption."
"Yeah, it's a lot," Kalego sighed and stood up, offering his hand to you. Your eyes flicked to the hand and you blushed even more furiously. Now was not the time but Kalego couldn't help but be pleased at how flustered you were getting around him. You had told him long back when you got together that you had had a crush on him since your school days. He had only nodded and moved on but now. Now he could see its effect in action.
"Thank you," you took the hand and stood up. You followed him and Kalego could see you glancing at him with awestruck eyes as you walked.
"Is there something on my face, (l/n)?" He asked calmly, enjoying this. It had been years since he had called you by that name. It wasn't even your name anymore.
Your excited smile dropped immediately at his question and you looked heartbroken. It made him pause. Kalego hadn't noticed you in school days much. In fact, when you joined as a teacher, he just remembered you by virtue of you being one of the top scorers during your years. He hadn't got to see your younger face much and unexpectedly, he had the chance nowâ yet he had somehow made you sad.
"What's wrong?" He asked, failing to hide his concern. He wouldn't let it slip to anyone but you⌠you were different. He could let it slip because you would never tease him. You huffed and looked away, pouting.
"I don't know, Naberius," you bit back. Kalego had to bite down a smile threatening to pop up on his face. If only you knew that you were Naberius too. "I'm not stupid. I can tell that you're all grown up. You look pretty much the same. I can hazard a guess that I probably fulfilled my dream of becoming a teacher at Babyls too."
"What's the problem then?" He asked as the two of you started walking again. The infirmary was close now.
"I don't know," you said quietly, looking sad. "I thought⌠I thought we'd be closer now, I guess. I want to befriend you, you know? Ah, I mean, for you, it's probably in the past. I guess I'm just sad that I failed to do it."
"Who says we're not closer?" Kalego asked as he opened the door for you and gestured for you to go in. You went in and shot him another tiny glare. It really was cute.
"You're calling me by my surname," you pointed out. "Not even a bit different from my memories."
"I did that to suit your memories," Kalego answered, moving to the shelf to bring out certain ingredients. A quick and easy recipe to fix the problem at hand. "If you wanted me to call you by your new surname, you could have said that outright."
There was silence in the room as Kalego quietly worked on mixing the antidote. He waited a few minutes but with no response from you, he had to look up. You were staring at the ground in horror, looking absolutely terrified with tears in your eyes. Internally, he wondered how much he had fucked up to see you cry.
You never cried because of him. The only times he saw you crying was during the days leading up to your rare evil cycle. Even when he was mean to you, glared at you, or accidentally said anything hurtful, you had never cried because of him. You had looked sad and always talked it out like a mature adult but, he had forgotten that right now, you were just a teenager.
He was your husband but⌠he actually had no idea how to comfort you when you were crying. Kalego ditched the antidote to make his way to where you were sitting. He kneeled in front of you and took your hands in his own.
The action startled you and you stared at his hands in amazement.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. A genuine apology was always a good start whenever he upset you. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I just wanted to tease you a little."
"Telling a 16 year old they're married to someone is cruel, Kalego," you huffed. He raised an eyebrow at the usage of his first name. You looked away, face flushed again. "What? Do I not call you that? What do I call you then? Darling? Love? Here, doggy doggy?"
Kalego's face scrunched up at that last remark and you burst out laughing. He let your hands go but you grabbed his, looking pleased.
"So I was right," you breathed out, looking a little amazed. You could tell from the way he was acting around you, concerned and teasing like he was very familiar with you. "You really⌠married me?"
"Yes, I had a lapse of judgement five years ago," Kalego stood up but didn't try to get his hands back from you. You tugged him to sit next to you on the bed, eyes still glimmering with excitement. You clearly didn't read into his attempt at seeming nonchalant.
"Shut up!" You beamed, eyes raking over his entire body. "I can't believe I convinced you to marry me. Good job, future me!"
Kalego didn't tell you that you had hardly needed to do any convincing. He was unfortunately quite in love with you. He was the one who had to do the convincing, actually. You had insisted on a romantic proposal and refused him three times before you finally deemed his proposal worthy.
"I can't believe I'm really living my dream life," you couldn't stop smiling, looking absolutely giddy. You had dropped his hands to cup your own face. "I'm sure I tell you this all the time but, you look very hot in your teacher uniform, Kalego."
"You sure got used to saying my first name quickly," he said dryly, trying to switch the topic. It was one thing when you said it to him before dragging him to bed. It was another if you said it in your teenage body with none of your memories. You grinned at his remark.
"I've been preparing for this ever since I met you," you said, a little shy at the sudden confession. Kalego felt like his heart was going to burst if you kept making new admissions to his face. He would never show it to anyone because showing he cared was showing weakness, but damn if he did not love you with every inch of his body. "I⌠I'm sure the me of your present is living a very happy and satisfied life."
"You are," Kalego smiled softly. You froze at the sight, body shaking in shock at the fact that this older Kalego had just smiled at you. Right. 16 year old you had never been on the receiving end of one of his smiles, right? "I try my best to ensure that."
"I- I see!" You squeaked, face fully red as you tried to hide it. Kalego got up and went back to finish making the antidote. There was silence again for a while before you spoke up. "Are⌠Are you happy too, Naberius?"
You had switched back to his surname in your nervousness but hearing you say it made him smile. It really had been so long since you had called him by his surname.
"The happiest," he confirmed as he finished making the potion to fix you. He non-verbally cast the spell on it and walked over to you. "I⌠don't know if I'm doing a good job but, I really try my best to keep you happy."
"You're silly," you smiled at him as you took the potion from him. You smiled down at it, more to yourself than him. "I may not have my memories, but I know I am the happiest too."
With that, you downed the potion in one go. Kalego immediately caught you in his arms as you dropped unconscious and started morphing back to your actual age. In a strange way, today's events had let him meet the you of so many years agoâ a side of you he never had the chance to meet.
Even back then, when he hadn't noticed you, you were brilliant, smart and quick to understand your surroundings and yourself. Kalego smiled at the top of your head as he gently picked you up and placed you flat on the infirmary bed.
Today's mistake was unlike you but⌠that was okay. You weren't perfect and that was fine. As your husband, it was Kalego's job to ensure that you were okay even when you end up accidentally dousing yourself in age-reverting memory potions. Seeing you knocked out like this, trusting him fully, Kalego couldn't help but think. He was the guard dog of Babyls; that was his destined duty from the moment he was born.
But being your protector, your lover, the one who stood by your sideâ that was his choice.
A duty he was just as happy to fulfil.
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#mairimashita! iruma kun#mairimashita! iruma kun fanfic#welcome to demon school iruma kun#fanfic#fanfiction#naberius kalego x reader#naberius kalego x you#kalego x reader#kalego x you#kalego sensei#naberius kalego#female reader#fluff#married relationship
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"Now let's talk about Shigaraki and Spinner. Can we talk about Shigaraki and Spinner please? I've been dying to talk about Shigaraki and Spinner, okay?Â
Spinaraki, this connection keeps comin' up over and over and over again. Every once in a while, Spinaraki crumbs get given to me, to you, to us all. Spinaraki, Spinneraki, I look in the manga, this whole story is Shigaraki/Spinner!Â
And so I say to myself, I gotta read carefully, I gotta get a hold of myself, I gotta abide by canon! Otherwise, iâm just daydreaming, itâs gonna just be fanfic I made up for myself. So I try to keep my expectations low, I prepare myself for disappointment, I know that Spinner is just a silly guy, a side character, he canât be all that important, Shigaraki probably doesnât even care about him. Theyâre loser gamers, they play fucking League of Legends. Theyâre villains, they want to destroy everything, Spinner is some mindless follower, Shigaraki is fucking possessed. Theyâre nothing. Theyâre toxic. Itâs the imitation of a connection, they have no genuine wills, they donât know what a real bond is.Â
And what do I find out? What do I find? Thereâs Chapter 379, when Shigaraki breaks out of AFO possession and he thinks of Spinner. Right there smack in the middle of the page is Spinner, Spinner at his most heartfelt moment when he pleads, fucking pleads for Kurogiri to save Shigaraki and the others, when he deviated from AFOâs control and manipulations and machinations to wake Kurogiri up his own way, powered by the strength of his friendship with Shigaraki. Shigaraki wasnât even there for that, and yet that flashback panel is there.Â
So I decide, "Ohhhh shit, buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper." There's no Spinaraki connection? You gotta be kidding me! I got the next panel on the same page, a flashback of Tenko, Inner Tenko, Core Tenko, the pure, innocent five-year-old, angry and insulted at being accused of having no friends - of not understanding what it means to have friends, because he would not feel the need to destroy. Shigaraki remembers this moment that is his core, bursting out temporarily from the depths of possession because it had not, could not be consumed or overtaken or erased, itâs part of his indomitable will, and through the strength of that will heâs bursting out completely to end AFOâs possession. Shigaraki says he doesnât need OFA, doesnât need to follow AFOâs goal; Shigaraki mocks AFO for thinking he could ever control everything. Shigaraki thinks of having friends. Shigaraki thinks of Spinner. All right.Â
So I start marchinâ my way to the next chapter, and the next, and the next. I read and I say, âNoooo, that was nothing! That was Shigaraki still wanting to destroy everything, still misguided, still refusing to be saved and given a real friendship! This pseudo-connection can be broken, will be broken, make way for something better.â And when I reach Chapter 411, what do I find? Thereâs Shigaraki, saying heâs going to make the horizon Spinner is looking forward to. There is Shigaraki recalling Spinner's line in Chapter 239, where Spinner thinks Shigarakiâs horizon is the prettiest thing he had ever seen, and Shigaraki knows this, somehow.
And see, what Shigaraki can probably remember that he was the one to set Spinner on this path, when he spoke of the beautiful horizon he could create, in Chapter 222, because he wants to destroy everything.
Back then, Shigaraki hadnât remember that he could not, would not forgive the world for rejecting him at his most desperate and helpless - but he knew he hated the world. Due to a betrayal of his very existence he could not yet name, Shigaraki felt like he could never feel happy again, because he had the lump of lead in his heart spewing out maddening rage, and before that he had once been an empty shell, completely hollowâthe same way Spinner feels. The same words Spinner had screamed in his face just moments before. They had gotten along okay before that, they had talked about games, they had hung out, Spinner watching over his shoulder as he played a game he brought along. They were homeless and penniless, but gamers gotta game, and Spinner would hover during and Shigaraki would let him. But then the League went and killed the CRC and Spinner shut down the next morning, terse and skeptical and angry, remembering the discrimination he suffered, raging at Shigaraki at him for not doing anything, for not leading the League to a changed world. Asking him, where are we going with all this? Where are we going? Just another thing Shigaraki is witness to - like Twice, an insane guy with no place in society; like Toga, who wants an easier world to live in; now Spinner, who was made to accept he was a lizard freak.
Everything he witnessed in the world, up to that moment, and then ever since, a world that refuses and rejects and denies, a betrayal of their existence - heâs going to destroy it all. Thatâs where theyâre going. Heâs going to give his friends that changed world.Â
Heâs going to make that horizon that Spinner wants.
Half the manga is Spinaraki crumbs! This story is a goddamn love story!"
#don't take this seriously#hence the meme#spinaraki#Spinner#Shigaraki Tomura#nalslastworkingbraincell
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i dont have any trigun mutuals so i'm just gonna ramble my thoughts into the infinite void of tumblr. and im sure others have touched on this same topic but
it almost seems like vash is getting softer with every new installment of trigun? like incredibly consistently and incredibly specifically.
let me explain.
i'll start with tristamp and work backwards; the tristamp vash we all know and love there is incredibly adverse to violence.
more often than not he ACTIVELY refuses to fight and just WON'T draw his gun. this post loosely counted the amount of bullets that he shot throughout all of season 1, and almost ALL of them (like to an insane degree) were dished out against knives, who vash knew was strong enough to take the hit.
the few times vash does draw his gun against a human in tristamp, it's as a blunt force weapon (against the badlads gang and livio, for example) or to disarm others/save someone with ricochet (like shooting the punisher before wolfwood can kill livio).
he just doesn't shoot people. at ALL.
then if we look at 98 trigun, things change drastically.
here, vash isn't afraid to hurt people a little if it means more will be saved in the end. of course he never kills, but he actually shoots people here. not only that...
he holds a casual, sarcastic conversation while pointing his weapon at people.
he constantly shoots at limbs to immobilize people, fires warning shots extremely close to peoples' vitals, and performs several very insane trick shots throughout the show to wound those with armor.
tristamp vash wouldn't even draw, but 98 struts around firing warning shots into the sky and singing about bloodshed for intimidation! i'm not sure there's a single episode where he doesn't shoot someone at least once.
...so what about trimax, then?
(PLOT SPOILERS AHEAD)
he is so. shockingly. violent.
of course he never kills. of course he's still trying to save people, but there's this anger in him that i was completely taken off-guard by reading for the first time.
tristamp vash is so soft he's painful to watch. 98 vash makes a heartbreaking effort to be as silly and nonthreatening as possible, constantly making himself out to be the fool. but trimax?
he's... literally grief-stricken and out for revenge. explicit revenge. he's angry and he's hurt and he lays his intentions out so clearly. he's making THREATS.
seriously:
hunting legato. HUNTING him.
it's not even a matter of drawing his weapon anymore. he does it constantly, and fires just as much. never to kill, but he doesn't joke around the way 98 vash does. the most he'll offer is a sunny smile to reassure others and nothing more.
i'm not that far into the manga, either. i'm sure there's countless more (and probably better) panels to convey this side of trimax vash, but i suppose it also says something that i've found so many panels depicting this so early on.
but the progression of vash's personality is fascinating regardless.
from a tortured, angry loner desperately trying to cling to his morals for rem's sake
to an equally devastated man who devotes himself so completely to acting the role of the fool
and finally to the sad, chronically depressed shell of a person in tristamp who refuses to so much as draw his weapon.
#trigun#trigun stampede spoilers#tristamp spoilers#trigun 1998 spoilers#trigun 1998#trigun 98 spoilers#trimax spoilers#trigun maximum#trigun maximum spoilers#vash#vash the stampede#ok god just trying to cover my bases with all those tags#the last thing i wanna do is spoil anyone#this is such an incredible series and i want everyone to enjoy it in its purest form#but yeah i could ramble about the different vashes aaaaaaaalllll day#i kinda wanna compare all the ww's too cuz even if the differences arent so violently distinct theyre like twice as intricate#but vash's relationship to violence over the years is the most fascinating thing. he's so quick to fire in trimax and 98 for the safety of#others- both with wildly different mental states behind those bullets- but tristamp just. doesnt. Period.#tho admittedly this s1 tristamp has kind of turned out to be the prequel. i wonder if he'll be quicker to the punch in s2#anyway god gonna stop rambling now. this post was mostly just for me anyway cuz i wanted to put my thoughts in order#ill be surprised if this goes anywhere#trigun spoilers
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// small warning big re touken hate it's a post on why I hate it and how I think it could've been done better BUT I encourage you to keep reading if you do like them and to give me your thoughts whether to tell me why you like them or why you think im wrong in some regards i love a good debate its why i joined Tumblr
I'm gonna start this off by talking about why I loved the original mangas touken.
They start off as strangers, them only having a REAL meeting when she saves his ass from nishio. Initially she was cold and rude, for every reason he was very disrespectful(also for good reason he was scared and all he knew about ghouls is that they are monsters who hurt people, one literally just had him in a choke hold) but I digress. Kaneki starts working at anteiku and he's shadowing touka much to her dismay she feels he can't do anything right and is just a know it all human.
Right off the bat they have a very interesting dynamic, touka learning to care for kaneki him starting to see her(and ghouls as a whole) as a person and not something he should be afraid of.
As time goes on, touka falls for him, it's what makes everything so hard when he abandons her. She feels betrayed he left just like ayato and her dad did no one ever stays for her? How could they? She makes herself so hard to love shutting everyone out. She blames herself partly, not being able to protect him from whatever happened at the aoigiri base.
When she does see him again she's angry! How dare he come back after all this! Why can't he just make up his mind! So she lashes out, she misses him so dearly but she can't tell him that? Let him know she cares? She hits him and tells him to never come back to anteiku (to her).
You can see why it's so appealing!! The angst!! The drama!!! They have it all! Toukas longing and kanekis isolation are what makes them so GOOD.
To explain why I don't like re touken we have to talk about why I don't like re touka.
Touka before was a very well rounded character, she was brash and a little impulsive, she loves the people around her even if its hard for her to show it in a healthy way. She'll do whatever it takes even if it means risking her own life.
Re touka, doesn't really have that. She's very... Water downed. I like to call it house house wife-ification. She's lost any semblance of her old personality. While I do like the idea of touka calming down and becoming more docile it's not done right, we meet her again and she's just... Like that? There's no character development of her changing it just happens! She's shaved down so she can be the perfect love interest for kaneki, it's even shown in her design! Her eyes are softer and she doesn't hold any of the same energy as old touka(this happens with a lot of female characters ishida just ended up giving them all the same face besides eto).
Kaneki is? Fine? I loved haise as a character and him and touka were sorta cute if u kinda ignore that fact touka isn't touka. Kaneki was fine and re and that's it, he's just okay. His Savior complex is removed and it's just "I wanna save people!!" The whole reason his savior complex is important is BECAUSE it ends up hurting more people he should've been developed to learn how to manage that and be the hero he could be.
Now for their actual relationship.
It's very.... Rushed? There's no tension no build up just "are you a virgin?" Which in my opinion is something touka would never say she'd stumble around it. they made her bold at the wrong times she's an awkward lil freak. And then boom! Sex yeah! And it's? Okay? It's not my favorite I felt like a sex scene between them should've been more desperate!! That's when the marriage bite should've happened! It should've bites and messy kisses and promises to never leave again! There was no passion! There was the "why are you crying" but that didn't really do anything for me!!
I do like the end scene where she was petting his hair that was very soft which is what he needs.
Then toukas pregnant!(Which is something I'll get into good another time) And it kinda feels like they only rush into the marriage because she is... Like I feel like they should've atleast had a dating stage y'know!! Everything just felt so fast with them and nothing like the original:(
The end credits scene feels nothing like touka, she looks dead that's not the character I used to know :( kaneki too only the scene with hide felt real
And yeah! I like ichika! But how cool would it have been if touka got pregnant AFTER re and in the end credit thing she was revealed! Another natural born one eyed ghoul!! Idk...
This is very messy sorry I had to get this out. if you like them? That's fine!! That's super duper cool its just not my favorite. Tell me why you think I'm wrong! Id love to hear your opinions
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Heloooo!
Can i have a 1 second chance romance with topping âI canât imagine going back to a life without you.â âThen stay.â ?
Name is Sae Itoshi âŁď¸âŁď¸âŁď¸âŁď¸âŁď¸
from the valentine's day event! ⚠࣪ Ë
itoshi sae + second chance romance +"I can't imagine going back to a life without you." "Then stay." ËËË
tags :: probably ooc sae :(, gn!reader, this doesn't exactly follow the manga, a little angst but overall fluffy yayy, also probably grammar mistakes..
a/n:: anon im so so so sorry for the delay</3 i really hope you will like it nonetheless. on the other hand, this is almost 2k words :o
You remember the first time Sae asked you out.
You both were still children at the time, but in front of the ocean waves and ice cream dripping on the sand, no one had ever made you feel the way he did, so complete and loved.
That day, with the orange of the sunset illuminating his face, you almost thought he was an angel. When he looked at you so intensely and wrapped his hands around yours and whispered those words, like a precious secret between just the two of you, you already knew that he was the one for you.
"When I'm around you, I feel these strange things," he paused as if searching for the right words, "After a while I finally figured out what it was. I like you, I really like you, so... We should just date."
There were no fancy roses or chocolates, just an awkward confession of his way and the childish desire to always be there for each other.
"Dating? Like what adults do?"
"Yeah, like cuddles and stuff..." He looked away embarrassed as he spoke. It was rare to see Sae blush and the sight brought you more joy than you could explain.
"But we're not adults! And we already hug all the time..."
"Whatever, just accept it."
Sae's hands weren't much bigger against yours, but at that moment he felt as if he could hold the world in them.
After that, even though things had changed a bit, it felt natural, a good change. He had treated you well all along, but now he had turned into a complete gentleman. He would insist that you go to all his games to be his "lucky charm" even though he had always said that he didn't need anything but himself to win. "If I see you cheering for me, I'll definitely score another goal."
He would wait for you after school to go for ice cream together, walking hand in hand.
Once you insisted that you play ball together. Despite knowing nothing about the sport, you still wanted to share and support Sae's passion for it, but you just shamefully tripped over the ball and fell flat on your face in front of him, instead of laughing or mocking you, he knelt down beside you so worried that you were surprised. "Are you alright?? Does it hurt?! Do you want me to carry you??"
"I'm fine..."
"Good, don't scare me like that." He had given your knee a little kiss to "heal" and helped you up.
You wish you could cherish moments like that forever and everything was like a beautiful fairytale until Sae was offered professional training in Spain.
He had always loved soccer and that was no secret to anyone, so when the news arrived everyone hugged him and congratulated him. You couldn't have been happier for him and jumping for joy alongside him, despite his usual stoic façade, you knew that he too could barely contain his excitement.
There was just one small problem that you didn't have the courage to point out and apparently, Sae too.
When the day of his departure arrived, your heart was heavy with mixed feelings that you desperately tried not to let show. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Sae, and despite feeling so, so happy for him, when his flight was announced, the curtain of tears in your eyes finally came down.
You expected to meet his angry gaze, for being so selfish and crying at such an important moment for him, but instead you saw kind eyes and a sad smile.
"Don't cry, you look ugly like that."
The tears just fell harder. The hand that had been patting your head moved to your shoulder and pulled you against him.
The sight of you crying for him - because of him - brought an uncomfortable feeling to the pit of his stomach that he couldn't describe, but knew he didn't like. He had no experience in comforting anyone other than Rin, and you weren't Rin, but for your sake he was willing to learn anything.
"You won't forget me, will you?" Your hands grabbed at any piece of him they could reach.
You knew that Sae's family was probably watching the whole interaction, yet at that moment it felt like there were only the two of you in the world.
Sae seemed even sadder. "I should be the one asking this, you know. Don't think you'll be able to get rid of me that easily, I'll still call you every day. There are the holidays too, I'm going to visit at Christmas. Nothing between us is going to change."
You desperately wished it were true, but it never was. Sae didn't come back for Christmas.
The daily calls he'd promised became weekly, stopping only once in a while until you were the only one calling and being answered by the operator's monotone, robotic voice - this number is unavailable. Try again later.
You were worried, then angry with him and then at yourself. You didn't know what had caused the sudden change, so you blamed yourself. No matter how much you wanted to, you had to come to terms with the fact that you'd probably never know if things really could have been different.
Like putting a bandaid on a deep wound, that scar would always be open in you. Sometimes the slightest gust of wind was enough to make it bleed, like passing the ice cream parlor on the corner where you made so many fond memories with him, or Mrs. Sae who still greeted you on the street.
The truth was that the more you tried to forget the boy you handed your heart to on a platter, the more attached you felt to him.
That's why when you saw him standing in front of your door after four long years, you almost thought you were crazy.
With your emotions betraying your reason, you found yourself in front of the ocean waves with Sae again. Your mind has imagined this situation many times and each time you would shout at him, beat your fists against his chest, answer him with the same coldness that he dismissed you from his life, but a simple "Can we talk?" was enough for your determination crumble.
With your arms over your chest â your only armor against the memories that came at you like an avalanche â the dichotomy between the boy with the gentle hands and soft eyes you knew and the man in front of you is so much that it seems to destabilize you.
With his hands in his pockets, Sae almost looks a bit embarrassed. The deja vu of the situation doesn't go unnoticed and you decide to be a little petty and remain silent.
"... Coach said recently that there was still something holding me back in Japan."
"..."
He scratches the back of his neck slightly. "You probably hate me, right? I don't blame you for that... But in the last almost five years there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about you."
Hate him? You don't think you've ever hated Sae. Sure, there have been times when you've been angry with him, but hating him... You don't think you're capable of it and the thought haunts you. You'd like to hate him.
"..."
He sighs as if he's tired. "This is where it all started, remember?"
"...Just what am I to you, Sae?" You thought your voice would come out as loud as a scream, but only it shakes with anger. "You... You make me think that you're the only one for me and then you leave just like that! Now you come back out of nowhere, what do you think I'm going to do? Crawl at your feet and say I missed you?! Just what I am to you?"
He doesn't seem surprised and this increases your anger even more. There's just one second where only the waves of the sea can be heard.
"There was this one time in elementary school when the teacher asked us what we wanted for the future. You said you didn't know, but as long as you could see me play you'd be satisfied... That's when I realized I was madly in love with you."
His answer catches you off guard, this happened right at the beginning of his and Sae's friendship.
"I'd never had those kinds of thoughts before. Futebol is an individual sport for me, so I thought my life would be like that too. I'd never imagined someone always by my side before, but then you'd give me that stupid smile with that cute little window of yours and suddenly all I cared about was having you with me."
"S-Sae..."
"When I got the offer to train abroad, I wanted to take you with me, but I couldn't... Some things happened there, and I was no longer the same boy you last saw. I didn't want to disappoint you and I didn't have the courage to look at you again, so... I thought it would be better if you just hated me. I was a coward."
He interlaces your fingers against his.
"Despite everything, all this time that has passed and trying to convince myself that things would be better this way... I can't imagine going back to a life without you."
Sobs clog up the words in your throat and even when you try to reply, all that comes out are cries. with your face stained with tears, you're sure that if it weren't for Sae's arms holding you, your knees would have lost their strength a long time ago.
"Sae, Y-You idiot,â you whisper against his chest, voice heavy with the pain of finally knowing the truth. âCoward.."
He hugs you and caresses your head, his touch has never felt so right on your skin - like the missing piece of a puzzle finally falling into place. So many years ago you were the same size as him, but now his shape completely engulfs yours.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Then stay." He opens his mouth but you stop him, you already know what he's going to say. "It doesn't have to be in Japan... Just with me, just be here, with me."
He rests his forehead against yours and hugs you harder. With a kiss salty with tears, he doesn't need words to seal this promise against your lips. Sae doesn't intend to make the same mistake twice.
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