#mitsubaaa my boyy

[crescenttm00n]

can you tell that i love him <3

[dunnieko]

could I get pomerate and earl grey tea with mitsuba please?

hI YES BB OF COURSE,, IM SORRY IF THIS ASS AND SORRY FOR THE WAIT LOVE U BTW

Mitsuba - Pomegranate And Earl Grey Tea

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

You sat in front of him in your mathematics class, and he tapped you on your shoulder, beckoning for your attention.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Mitsuba Sousuke, I hope we can be friends as we’ll be sitting in name order for a while.”

You looked the pink haired boy up and down, and hesitantly placed your hand in his. His hands were warm and soft to the touch, no calluses like you’d expect from a boy. And this Mitsuba boy was quite cute too, but something about his personality made you feel like you’ve been deceived somehow. You meekly nodded in acceptance and an almost sickenly sweet smile appeared on the boy’s features.

The bell rang and everyone quickly filed out of the classroom for lunch. You stood on your tippy-toes to try and find a puff of pink hair blending in with the other students. You didn’t have a wide variety of friends yourself, and the boy did intrigue you (plus he was cute) so perhaps he wouldn’t mind if you got to know him better? He did ask if you two could be friends so it was like you were intruding, right?

Hastily grabbing your wrapped bento, you hurried after the boy, following his bright pink look he sported so you wouldn’t get separated. Curiously you trailed behind, trying not to look like a stalker, until you realized you were already at the roof. It was a nice day, the cool breeze gently flowed against your body, making your hair sway. Mitsuba sat down, his back against the wall, as he tinkered with something in his lap. A camera. 

Apparently you’d been staring too long because he noticed you and his shoulders jumped. Ah shit, now you had to explain yourself before you looked like a creep.

“W-why hello there Mitsuba-kun! Nice day we’re having, right!?” you asked, smoothing out the wrinkles on your clothing, trying not to look at him. You could feel his eyes boring into you.

“Anyway, I just wanted to see if we could maybe spend our lunch time together? After all you did say you would like to be friends with me right? See, I even got my bento ready here and everything-” you paused midway, glancing at his face for any reaction. He was biting his lip, as if he was trying to hold himself back from saying something.

“Y’know, Mitsuba-kun, is something bothering you? In class today, your smile didn’t look quite right if you ask me. Almost as if it was forced-” you stopped as you heard a soft voice.

“Hmm? Repeat that, Mitsuba-kun?”

“Shut up, you squeaky voice having ass.”

You froze almost comically, processing what Mitsuba said.

“Have you been breathing in too much helium?! Because your voice certainly is squeakier than a rubber duck!”

You were speechless. Mitsuba rose.

“You stalker! Crazy! Dumbass! Because I’m so cute, you want to befriend me only to threaten to spread fake rumors about me! Just because I’m so adorable, doesn’t mean you can have your way with me!” Mitsuba panted after his outburst, sending a glare to you.

(Your face was like ö)

Your mouth was open and eyes widened. Well, looks like you’ve discovered the real Mitsuba Sousuke!

“Hmpt! And the stalker isn’t gonna say a word-”

You burst out laughing, trying to contain your loud guffaws as you grabbed the sides of your stomach, walking over to the cocky boy. He stepped back, his sleeve covering his mouth as he watched you in disdain and a hint of surprise that you were actually still here.

You slid down the wall and patted the space next to you, as you tried to control your chuckles.

“I didn’t expect that from someone like you, Mitsuba-kun! But I think I like the real you better than the fake one, ya know. Come sit here.”

Mitsuba hesitantly inched towards you, and sat down quite far from you. You pouted, sliding over until you bumped shoulders to him.

“You don’t need to be so cold, Mitsuba-kun! I want to be your friend and get to know you. I’m sure you can get those words through that cute head of yours,” you giggled, fluttering your lashes.

Mitsuba froze. Your face was so close to his. He could see your pretty features, long lashes, plush lips, blushy cheeks. (Not cuter than his of course.)

“G-get away from me, you pervert!”

That is how you got to know Mitsuba. And that is how Mitsuba got to know you, (Name) (Last Name), the seemingly crazy person who became his friend despite knowing his cocky attitude. The person who didn’t make fun of him and rather refuted his insults.

Mitsuba could feel his hopes rise, just a bit. Perhaps… just maybe, this year wouldn’t be lonely after all. For once, he couldn’t wait to see you again.

The next day when you came to school, Mitsuba wasn’t there, and the classroom was filled with whispers.

“Did you hear? The Sousuke boy died in an accident yesterday.”

Your heart stopped, as you froze. How? You had spoken with him only yesterday. How could he just disappear, slip away from your fingers like this? What’s more, you felt as if there was a pit deep in your stomach. You had only known Mitsuba for a day, no, a few hours at best, yet you felt such emptiness.

You would never see Mitsuba again.

Or so you’d thought.

–

A few days later, you were walking to the middle school entrance to change your shoes. You had arrived early like you usually did. Mitsuba was still lingering in your thoughts., as you absentmindedly opened your locker to switch your shoes. You switched your shoe as you let out a huff.

A hand grabbed onto your forearm, and you looked up to see who the hell would touch you like that without permission. The hand was cold as if it was a dead person’s hand.

“Hey…”

You used your other hand to close the locker door shut, as it was blocking this mysterious person’s face. If it wasn’t for the hand holding you up, you would have fallen down when you saw the face.

“Did you forget abou-”

“M-MITSUBA-KUN?!” you exclaimed, and immediately the arm retracted from you. The boy looked up and you could see his hands now covering his ears, and an annoyed look on his face.

“Hmph, scream louder won’t you-” Mitsuba was cut off as you jumped on him, tumbling to the floor as his back his the ground.

“Oi, you pervert! Trying to take advantage of my cute self just because I’m dead, I didn’t know you were so-” he faltered when he felt a warm liquid soaking into his sweater. You gripped the clothing tighter.

“Mitsuba-kun… how can it be you? You’re… dead.”

“…You’re making my clothes wet, (Name).” The normally cocky boy couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice. Your warm body on his cold one made him feel almost human again, your warmth seeping into his.

“Mitsuba-kun, we have to catch up on everything!”

Mitsuba’s heart panged. You still wanted to talk to him even though he was dead. You barely even questioned the fact that you can talk to him even though he’s literally a ghost.

“Y-yea. Maybe try putting on your shoes first idiot.”

After that, you and Mitsuba got quite close after that. Mitsuba was surprised when you still wanted to be his friend even though you’d only knew him for a few hours, and was quite frankly rude to you (he’s rude to everyone though.) Despite his real personality, you didn’t shun him, rather you sought him out. He didn’t voice these thoughts, however, deep down it felt good to have a friend. It felt good to have someone who finally accepted how he really was. Mitsuba still continued with his usual berating, and you took it with a grin and a few quips of your own. His heart began to pound against his chest, and sooner or later he couldn’t bring himself to say anything too hurtful. Why though? He never had a problem saying exactly what he thought before. But deep down he knew why.

He loved you. And he didn’t want to say anything too bitchy because he was afraid. Afraid that you’d leave him for being too mean or something else. Damn these feelings… and damn you for making him feel these things he didn’t want. He would probably try to avoid you just so he could keep his mouth under control.

It’s up to you to do something now if you truly love him. (And if you don’t love this boy, what are you even doing???)

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Mitsuba is way too tsundere to ask you out directly. Bringing up the topic of love and romance just ends in him bullying you for not having a partner yet, and if you’d tried to get someone else’s attention he would probably laugh at you. Of course, secretly he’s glad no one has taken you yet because he wants you all for himself. He’s never going to say those words out loud though. If you love Mitsuba, then you are going to have to take matters into your own hands because this boy cannot do fluffy romance to save his life.

If Mitsuba really loves you, then he’s bound to take photos of you! Whether it’s you gazing out the classroom window or your frustrated face as you chew on your pencil to try and figure out some math questions. Or perhaps your cute sleeping face as you rest on his shoulder. He would always take these pictures when you’re not looking. After all, he once told you that he takes pictures of things that are important to him… and well, you’re never going to let him live it down if you caught him taking a photo of you. He could already hear your teasing voice already.

But you really were important to him. Probably the most important person he’s ever met. You are the person he loves after all.

You are the only person Mitsuba would ever let touch his camera (besides Kou but shhh.) That’s just how much he trusts you. Of course, whenever you ask him to let you hold it, he’ll always act annoyed and begrudgingly place it in your hands but he’s actually quite happy you are interested in photography. Photography is an escape for him, and the only way he can express his feelings for you without sounding like a lovesick fool.

He usually leaves his camera in the photography room so the photos (of you) he took can develop. He never tells you where his camera is though because he doesn’t want you to see that he took photos of you. Let’s just say you were wandering the school one day and stumbled upon the Photography Club. Perhaps some of Mitsuba’s belongings were still here! You entered the room, taking a good look around the room when something caught your eye.

Mitsuba’s camera.

You know it so well because Mitsuba is always holding it. Tippy toeing over to it, you peered at it and raised an eyebrow at the pictures scattered around it. Carefully holding them up, you tried to make out what it was. Many were still black as they didn’t develop yet, however, there were a few that had color in them. Squinting, you furrowed your eyebrows at what you saw.

It was you. You were in the photo.

Well, damn. Mitsuba thought you were good enough to take not one, but a ton of photos of. You weren’t sure whether to be happy or scared. But you were sure of one thing.

You were finally going to confess to Mitsuba Sousuke.

It was after school, with just a few students and teachers left in the building. You met Mitsuba on the rooftop like usual, the red and orange colors swirling around in the sky, as the sun began to dip. He was standing there as always, tinkering with his camera. He glanced at you.

“(Name-)”

“MITSUBA-KUN!!!!”

You ran up to him and firmly grabbed his shoulders, looking straight into his pink eyes, as Mitsuba let out a scream.

“You molester! Pervert! Release me immediately!”

“Mitsuba-kun! I like you a lot, okay?! You might be rude and cocky sometimes- well no, most of the time, but I like that part of you! You’re a camera geek, but I think that’s a cute part of you! And even though you can be really mean for no reason, I still love you! I have for a long, long time!”

Your chest heaved as you panted from your outburst. You hang your head, scared to see what Mitsuba’s expression was as you squeezed his shoulders a bit harder.

Mitsuba was a blushing mess. His face was redder than his hair and his words were stuck in his throat. For once, he couldn’t say anything as he just stared at you.

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same. I just wanted to tell you, Mitsuba-kun,” you said, your shoulders slumping as you didn’t hear a response, tearing your hands away from the boy, beginning to shuffle away.

Mitsuba’s mouth tried to form words as he grabbed the sleeve of your arm.

“Idiot…” Damn it, of course that was the only word he could say!

“Mitsuba-kun, you don’t need to make fun of me for this too-”

“That’s not what I mean!” he huffed. “I’m trying to say that I like you as well… dummy.”

You raised your eyebrows as a delighted grin appeared on your face. Without warning, you launched yourself into Mitsuba’s chest, wrapping your arms around him.

“You do? Oh yes, you do! I love you too, Mitsu-kun!”

“G-get off of me! And don’t call me that!”

A genuine smile formed on his face, reluctantly snaking his arms around your waist as well. He didn’t say it aloud, but he wished this would last forever.

– 

Extra:

“I’m not surprised you fell madly in love with me, I am so cute after all!”

“Hey Mitsuba-kun? Can you tell me what these are?” *shows him the photos of you*

…

“You stalker! No regards for personal space and privacy, huh?! How dare you steal from me?!” *blushes*

It was nice to enjoy these simple times.

TLDR: mitsuba takes some nice ass pics of u, then u infiltrate his camera and find them and he’s like ok fine i love u idiot