#nagisa drabbles

[aphroditesswan]

New request if that's okay with u :)

Can I request a fem!reader or gn!reader where they are insecure abt there face since they get random pimple, so they cover there face with a face mask.

Fandom: assassination classroom

Character: Nagisa

Platonic or romantic is fine either way!!

Have a nice day/night

ignore him 

nagisa shiota x fem reader 

warning: insecurities, karma akabane. need i say more. 

summary : you wake up with a nasty pimple on you one day and decide to wear a mask to school until it clears up or you’re able to pop the nasty thing.

genre : fluff 

notes : can u tell that i HATEEEE acne. bane of my existence i swear. this can be seen as platonic or romantic!! no mention of crushes or an established relationship, just nagisa being his sweet self. 

requested : yes!! thank you omg ur like my favorite requester EVERRR i love ur brain 

waking up with acne was the WORST. the most dreadful thing that’s ever happened to you. 

okay, maybe not but it’s still terrible. 

you had school today, it was only tuesday so you’d have to sit the entire week with a big gross zit on your face. 

you searched frantically for something, anything to cover the stupid thing up. you were ever so conveniently out of the cute heart and star shaped acne stickers that could at least pass off as an accessory and no make up could cover this up. 

finally you found a face mask, and while it wasn’t the most flattering thing right now, it would have to work. 

you put it on, rushing out the door since you know the walk up the mountain would be dreadful. 

once you finally got to the top, catching your breathe, kayano called out to you as she started to speed walk up to you. 

“hey! you’ve never looked so tired while walking up here, whats-… what are you wearing.” 

she looked at you with a blank expression, staring at the black doctors mask that covered your face. 

“what do you mean?” you asked, playing it cool. or dumb. 

“you’re joking right?? you’re way too pretty to be wearing that thing, take it off!” 

she reached out to your face, you promptly backing up. nagisa and karma were strolling in only a couple steps behind kayano, both also taking note of the mask on your face. karma could care less, nagisa was just confused. 

“why are you even wearing that thing??” “no reason!” 

“what are you hiding under there!!” 

kayano asked, and suddenly karma was interested. 

“oh so you got something to hide? c’mon, take the mask off.” 

he smirked, a rather scary expression as he reached out to you and again, you backed away. 

“what the- stop that, you look like a predator!” 

“like,, an animal?” nagisa asked, sincerely hoping you did not just say karma looked like a pedophile. 

“no.” “sigh.” 

nagisa just shook his head at your comments, plus the usual bickering between you and karma since he was an ass and you liked to give him the occasional taste of his own medicine. 

you went through the day with minimal teasing, ready to go home and spend almost all night getting rid of this pimple. as soon as the bell rang, you sprang up, you would’ve been out the door if it wasn’t for korosensei grabbing you with one of his tentacles, holding you back while he finished his statement. you pulled out the anti korosensei knife, going to hit him but he shook you around, knocking the knife out of your hand. 

“patience is a virtue, children! it seems that’s something we’ll have to work on, ms.[last name].” 

you rolled your eyes, korosensei putting you down once everyone began to actually leave. 

you hurried down the mountain, eager to get home when nagisa stopped you, holding onto your shoulder to bring your steps to a halt. it freaked you out a bit how he was able to get there without you even hearing him. 

“slow down! are you okay? you wore that mask all day.” 

he asked, frowning in concern. you sighed, crossing your arms under your chest. 

“i have a pimple that’s it, i just really wanna get home and take care of it.” 

you spoke, nagisa nodding in understanding. 

“here… you just leave it alone when you get home and i’ll be there in a bit! i’ve got something for you, don’t worry.” 

he smiled at you and it was his turn to rush off, leaving you a bit confused. 

you finally got home, changing and showering as quickly as you could but oddly enough listening to nagisa when he told you to leave it alone. after a bit, there was a soft knock at your front door. you answered of course after confirming through the peephole that it was nagisa and he bowed before entering. he had changed out of his school uniform but it looked as if he hadn’t done much other than that. he had a small bag with him but it looked pretty full. 

“i hope you didn’t wait too long, i did tell you i’d bring something though. here, give me a sec!” 

he took his shoes off, looking around a bit before taking your hand and dragging you to your bathroom and to the mirror. 

he placed the bag on the counter, reaching into it to pull out the craziest variety of skin care products, along with what looked like a list. 

“here we gooo… this is a kind of… instruction manual. it just tells you how to layer your products and stuff.” 

“oh wow… how do you know all this?” 

“uh, my mom mainly. but uhm, why do you think my skins so clear all the time? i know most guys don’t do this, but me and isogai have gotten karma and maehara in on it so far! don’t tell anyone, but it’s really the secret to how isogai gets all those compliments.” 

nagisa continued to speak as you watched in astonishment, seeing him take out container after container along with a serum or two. 

“don’t worry, i’ll show you everything this time around.” 

he smiled at you, washing his hands and drying them before he touched the products and your face at that. he motioned for you to sit up on the counter, and of course you did. he seemed to be oddly good at this, not that you were complaining. it was nice to have someone who could teach you this stuff and hopefully you wouldn’t have to worry about a pimple for a long time.

[seangelfish]

What they do for White Day (pt.2)

❥ Featured characters: Adonis Otogari, Keito Hasumi, Nagisa Ran, Niki Shiina, Mika Kagehira

❥ Tags: Fluff, established relationships/mutual crushes, stories are based on the !! era, no mention of pronouns

❥ A/N: Part 2 of What they do for White Day! Check out for part 1 here! This is also randomised, but part 3 (final) will consist of fan favourites alongside my personal faves! Happy White Day~ ♡

🤍 ADONIS OTOGARI

Adonis knew what to gift you for White Day the day you gifted him your homemade Valentine's Day chocolates. He knew you very well as the two of you had been together for a while, so he had an easy time arranging the things he wanted to do with you on that special day.

He had cooked you up a meal in his dorm room in which you found the food to be very tasty. The two of you gleefully ate together like a married couple, laughing and telling each other stories. Adonis would try to feed you himself and you'd let him.

But that wasn't the gift he wanted to give you. He handed you a small box which contained a stunning set of white earrings. He had asked his sisters what would look best on you, and they really did come in clutch!

It was a simple celebration, but he took into consideration that sometimes all you wanted to do was relax and stay inside.

"(Y/N), Happy White Day. My love grows for you every day."

🤍 KEITO HASUMI

Your relationship with Keito was a simple one, but the two of you were perfectly happy together. He was attentive and cared for your well-being, but he wasn't as romantic as the boys in the manga you read together.

But you didn't mind. His other characteristics make up for that. He was smart so he helped you with writing reports; he was disciplined so he helped you with your time management. Little things like that were lovable.

The time you gifted him Valentine's Day chocolates, the two of you had mirrored each other's shocked expressions. Keito was surprisingly bashful, but he thanked you profusely, accepting the chocolates with shaky hands.

"T-Thank you, (Y/N). I appreciate it."

He wanted to return the gesture. After all, he did love you even though he didn't show it in the ways you'd expect. On White Day, he gifted you a piece of white jewellery and a short manga he drew and wrote of the two of you. The manga consisted of a short story of how he fell in love with you and in which you could see the way he drew you so carefully and precisely.

"Happy White Day, (Y/N)," he stated shyly. "I'm all yours today, so what else would you like to do?"

🤍 NAGISA RAN

When you presented Nagisa with a box of your homemade chocolates on Valentine's Day, he was delighted, but he didn't think anything of it.

"Thank you very much, (Y/N). I love chocolate."

Therefore, you had to explain the reasoning behind why you gave him those chocolates in the first place.

It was barely noticeable, but a pink hue appeared across his cheeks when you told him you loved him. Smiling softly at you as he acknowledged your feelings, he admitted that he felt the same way about you too.

He remembered what Ibara said about White Day which was a month after Valentine's Day, so he started preparing something special for you in the weeks between that. He wanted to reciprocate your efforts, so he ended up booking a fancy restaurant for the two of you to enjoy, and then gifted you a white charm bracelet that he helped you put on.

"Happy White Day, (Y/N). I love you. I truly feel at ease whenever I'm with you."

🤍 NIKI SHIINA

Oblivious as he is, Niki thought the chocolates you gave him were a gift for working hard, but when he asked the other members of Crazy:B where their chocolates were, they looked at him in disbelief.

"Niki-han, you know (Y/N) gave those chocolates to you for Valentine's Day, right?" Kohaku had to clarify.

"S-Seriously?!"

Frankly, he didn't expect you to gift him anything for Valentine's Day, but then he realised that you liked him in that way which made things worse because he had just thanked you for the chocolates and walked away.

He decided to apologise the next day, but you brushed him off, telling him it was okay. He tried to accept your feelings as he felt the same way, but he never really had the chance to. With both of your busy schedules, he never got to fix things until White Day.

He had to beg you to meet him that day. Already prepared, Niki had made you lunch AND dessert, so when he finally got to meet you, he professed his love.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)! I really really like you too!" he confessed. "I cooked all this for you, please accept them! Happy White Day!"

And of course, you were going to accept his gifts and feelings!

🤍 MIKA KAGEHIRA

Mika was extremely surprised to see you in front of him with a box of chocolates in your hands. He even tried dismissing you away because he truly believed you got the wrong person. When you stated that you were giving the chocolates to him, that they were addressed to him, he blushed a deep shade of red. He would've never thought you would ever like him back!

He accepted your chocolates and your feelings, and the two of you grew closer than before, establishing your relationship. Mika knew that he should repay your love back on White Day as he always dreamed of doing so. He was already preparing in between the two days, scribbling in his sketchbook on what to gift you.

On White Day, he surprised you with a handmade plushie that he had beautifully sewn himself. It was decorated with bows and craft jewels, reflecting the image of you. He had also gifted you a bag of hard candies some of which were his favourites.

"Happy White Day, (Y/N)!" he chirped happily. "Thank you for loving me back. I really hope you like everything!"

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[bluecloudsandpinksnow]

strawberry milk (akabane karma x reader)

summary:

He likes it. It’s his favorite brand and you are so good at this ‘communicating’ thing. You’re pretty sure Karma said something after that, but currently, you are on cloud nine and you can barely process the words over your feelings of success.

You would have fist pumped and yelled ‘sublime’ too, had he not waved a hand in front of your face in concern.

“Hey, are you okay? You’re acting kinda- weird?”

Okay, you did not respond fast enough, what did he even say before that? You shake your head and prepare the fastest, most soundproof response you can muster.

“Sorry, I fell down the stairs this morning.” fandom: Assassination Classroom by Yûsei Matsui pairing: akabane karma x gender-neutral! reader warnings: none, unless you count second hand embarrassment notes: - cross posted on ao3 under the same name - first fic ever posted for me, i have more plans n drafts for this universe already but that depends on my motivation lmao - i hope you have as much fun reading as i had writing --- START ---

Mustering up the last bits of courage you can, you pull the two tetra packs from your bag and abruptly stand up.

Unfortunately for you, your chair screeches against the floorboard from the force, and all of your classmates look in your direction.

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck as you quietly mutter out an apology. Thankfully, no one makes a big issue of your disruption and they all return to their own activities.

Now to face the daunting task that’s been plaguing your mind ever since this morning at the train station, where your whimsical decision-making had you convinced that you should totally, definitely, get something for Karma.

You briskly walk across the room, over to where the aforementioned red-headed boy was conversing with Nagisa about some topic you couldn’t process at the moment.

All you want to do is to get to know him better, that’s it. No underlying motives, whatsoever.

“Hey, this is for you.”

You shoved the strawberry milk carton into his hand. A flash of innocent confusion crosses Karma’s face, and you almost let yourself think about how cute of a look it was for someone like him. Before you get to entertain that preposterous thought, he tilts his head in amusement, waiting for an explanation.

“So, uhm- The vending machine! I got lucky, cause it, uhm- it broke, so I got two instead of one- Not that it’s lucky that it broke of course! That’s bad, that has some very bad implications. Uh, you know?” you wave your hands around in an attempt to explain, gesturing to your milk carton as if it would suddenly start talking in your defense.

From the corner of your eye, you see Nagisa giving you a sympathetic smile before grabbing his notebook and gesturing to Karma of his intent to review for the next class.

You were thankful at first, until the realization sunk in that you now have to explain yourself to Karma.

Alone.

No verbal or social support from your peers.

This will be fine. You convince yourself this before the urge to backflip out of the classroom window can overtake you.

“Thanks, I guess? Why the sudden gift, you like me or something?” He teases, because of course he does, and now you have to come up with the reply or he will know that you lied about the vending machine and that there’s some dubious reason as to why you got two strawberry milk cartons that just so happen to be his favorite brand.

Karma cannot know. He absolutely cannot.

“Huh? Psh! Of course not, I just wanted to thank you for helping me last week, you know? Math isn’t my strongest subject and I- what you told me, that shortcut? It just- it’s cool! It really helped me and I felt like I had to thank you. Yeah?” you ramble, and a part of you wishes the ground would collapse beneath your feet just so you could escape this tragedy of a conversation.

You stare awkwardly at Karma, anticipating his response. You swear he looks like he wants to ask what on earth is wrong with you, but maybe it’s just the nerves.

He shrugs, “No biggie. You didn’t need to go through the effort of buying me something just for that one tip.”

He hates it. He thinks you’re weird and over the top. It’s time for you to exile yourself.

“Thanks, though. How’d you know I like this brand anyway?”

He likes it. It’s his favorite brand and you are so good at this ‘communicating’ thing. You’re pretty sure Karma said something after that, but currently, you are on cloud nine and you can barely process the words over your feelings of success.

You would have fist pumped and yelled ‘sublime’ too, had he not waved a hand in front of your face in concern.

“Hey, are you okay? You’re acting kinda- weird?”

Okay, you did not respond fast enough, what did he even say before that? You shake your head and prepare the fastest, most soundproof response you can muster.

“Sorry, I fell down the stairs this morning.”

‘WHO SAYS THAT? WHY DID I SAY THAT?’

You need to pass out right now. Maybe if he thinks you have a concussion you can still salvage your reputation in his eyes. Karma’s eyes widen in concern and you can’t help the butterflies ricocheting in your gut.

“Woah, maybe you should go have that checked with the nurse? I can take you there, I wanna skip class anyway.”

In normal circumstances, you would have reprimanded him for even suggesting that he skip classes and use you as a reason. However, now it is different. Now it is very different when you feel these very dreadful, un-platonic feelings for the redhead.

‘Calm down butterflies, he just suggested a friendly gesture of good, normal, regular, concern.’ You reassure yourself, because if you don’t, you might just blast off into the stratosphere like you were Koro-sensei being complimented by a pretty barista lady.

Karma puts his hand on your shoulder.

‘ÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆÆ'

You imagine swatting away the butterflies to keep yourself sane, and you try your best to collect an actual, reasonable response this time.

“No, no, it’s fine. Thanks for the concern. A lot of things just happened today, and I’m just a bit overwhelmed. I’m sorry if I’m acting strange.” you speak slower than you did prior, and you find yourself more composed.

Well, as composed as you can be considering Karma still has his hand on your shoulder. You bow your head in shame, not being able to meet his eyes.

He scoffs in amusement, “Hey, don’t worry about it, and really, thanks for the strawberry milk.”

You look up at him and sigh in relief, thankful that he doesn’t think you’re completely insane. He gives your shoulder another pat before moving his hand off to pry the straw from the back of his tetra pack.

“No problem! Thanks again too, for helping me last week.”

A big part of you is relieved that he took his hand off of your shoulder so your heart rate could normalize itself, but a tinier, more delusional part of your brain feels disappointed that he had to pull his hand away at all.

You move to turn and walk away, but Karma speaks again.

“Hey, if you’re still feeling overwhelmed, you can always skip class with me. We can just tell Koro-sensei you weren’t feeling well.” he offers, and it takes every ounce of sense in you to not just accept it then and there. Especially not when you meet his eyes and see them light up with mischief.

You have to be reasonable. Doing so just to entertain your silly little infatuation would disappoint Koro-sensei and tarnish your good record. You can find more excuses to spend time with him without breaking the school rules.

“No thank you, it’s okay. I think I’ll just go to the bathroom and wash my face. I appreciate the concern though.” You nod your head and flash Karma a light smile, to which he shrugs and moves to sit at his desk, drinking the strawberry milk you gave him.

You move to make your way out of the classroom, and you see Nakamura smirk at you. She was probably watching you make a fool out of yourself in front of Karma, and you know for a fact she will tease you about that horrid display of human interaction later. You squint your eyes at her, daring her to laugh or say something, to which she just smiles at you wider and you swear you can see devil horns form on her head.

Nakamura held her phone up while you were walking past. You gape slightly in frustration as you realize what she had shown you.

She had recorded your god awful attempt at giving Karma the strawberry milk. There was physical evidence of it for others to witness.

The worst part? There was physical evidence of it for Koro-sensei to witness.

You quickly stomp into the bathroom and turn on the sink, shoving your face into your hands before you let out an exasperated groan.

There was no living this down for you.

You just hoped Karma wouldn’t take the news so harshly if he found out.

---END---

Thanks for reading! :DDD

[intheticklecloset]

Free! Coffee Shots #1-9

A collection of the Free! sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

~~~

1) Lee Rei, Lers Nagisa and Makoto

“Rei, you’re worrying too much—”

“No! I have to get the form perfect or it won’t be beautiful at all!” Rei sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, concentrating. “One more time.”

Makoto glanced at Haru and Nagisa, exchanging shrugs with them as their newest member dove into the water for the fifth time in a row, trying to perfect his form within just a few days of finally being able to swim without sinking. The brunette watched him worryingly. Rei’s form wasn’t the best, sure, but he was still brand new. He couldn’t expect perfection right away, even if he was…well, Rei.

The newcomer completed his swim and climbed out of the water, shaking stray drops from his eyes. “How was that?”

“Better!” Nagisa encouraged enthusiastically, jumping over to him, placing himself between Rei and the pool. “You’re doing great, Rei!”

“But is there room for improvement? Surely there must be.” Rei turned to Makoto. “Captain?”

Makoto sighed. “You’ve got to be patient. You won’t be perfect right away, you know. And Nagisa’s right – you’re improving every time.”

Rei frowned. “But there’s still more work to be done.”

“There’s always more work to be done,” Makoto replied evenly.

Nagisa glanced up at his friend, saw his disappointed features, and hugged him from behind, startling the taller boy. “Don’t worry, Rei. You’ll be swimming like a pro before you know it! Just don’t push yourself, okay?”

Rei remembered their training camp and let out a resigned sigh. “I won’t.”

“Cheer up!” Nagisa grinned, turning playful in an instant. He scribbled lightly over Rei’s sides. “You’re no fun when you’re grumpy.”

“Ah! I’m n-nohohohohot grumpy! Nagisahahaha!” Rei giggled, his frown instantly replaced with a bright smile. He squirmed in place, trying to wriggle away from his smaller friend’s grasp. “S-Stohohohop! Hey!”

Makoto soon found he was smiling as well, and before he knew it he’d joined Nagisa’s efforts, raking his nails across Rei’s ribs. Rei squealed and arched his back, nearly losing his footing due to the slippery surface surrounding the pool. He pushed at the both of them while still giggling steadily, pink tinging his cheeks.

“Hehehehehey! Bohohohohoth of you, stohohohohop this instahahahant! This is unprohohohofessional!”

“Pfft, you think we care about being professional here?” Nagisa laughed, tickling harder. “We’re just having fun! Lighten up!”

Makoto nodded. “He’s right. We’re just helping you relax a little after practicing so hard today!”

Rei felt himself blushing as he cackled and squirmed and tried his best to escape their tickly clutches. The surprises just kept coming in the Iwatobi Swim Club.

*

2) Lee Haru, Ler Sousuke

“I’ve never heard you laugh before.”

Haru gave Sousuke a withering look. “I wonder why.”

“You do have a sense of humor, don’t you? You’re friends with Rin and all.”

“You realize this conversation is weird, right?” Haru frowned. “You don’t even like me. Why are you suddenly interested in whether I laugh or not?”

Sousuke quirked a brow. “Are you saying you don’t laugh? Ever?”

“Quit putting words in my mouth.”

The taller man appraised him for a moment, then poked his side experimentally. When Haru jerked away, Sousuke had his answer. He smirked. “So you do laugh.”

“No I don’t,” Haru shot back, instantly regretting his words when a spark of interest glinted in Sousuke’s eyes. “I mean – I do! But not…not when I’m…”

“You don’t laugh when you’re tickled? What do you do, then?” The dark-eyed man grabbed his waist and squeezed, fully curious now.

Haru jerked again and let out a breathy giggle, twisting and shoving at Sousuke’s shoulders. “Stohohop it! This is weheheheird!”

Sousuke winced instinctively, but he was too intrigued to stop now. “You don’t laugh? Seriously? What if I find a bad spot?”

“No! You wohohohon’t!” Haru protested, smiling wide despite himself. “I dohohohon’t lahahaugh! Ask anyohohohone!”

“Rin?”

“Yes! Rihihihihin! Ask hihihihihim! Let me go alreadyehehehe!”

Sousuke hummed, gradually letting up with a shrug. “Sure. I’ll ask him. But you know if he tells me you do actually laugh, I’m going to come back and finish this later.”

Haru shot to his feet, glaring as he backed away and then turned to leave. “You don’t even like me.”

Sousuke rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well…you tend to grow on people, don’t you, Haru?”

Haru didn’t reply, but the words made him feel slightly better about what had just happened.

*

3) Lee Rin, Ler Sousuke

“You don’t need to act so tough around me,” Sousuke reminded Rin, nudging him. “What’s really going on?”

“Wha-huh?” Rin stammered, surprised. “I’m not acting tough. I’m serious.”

“Yeah, forgive me if I don’t believe you.” Sousuke eyed Rin carefully. He’d honestly be inclined to believe nothing was wrong if not for the obvious sad look in his friend’s gaze. If it was Haru again he swore he’d kill him. “Come on, man. What’s up?”

Rin crossed his arms and leaned back against the bench with an indignant huff. “Nothing. You’re reading too much into it. I’m fine.”

Sousuke sighed heavily. “Don’t make me pull it out of you, Rin.”

“Pull what? There’s nothing to – hey!” Rin was already giggling before his friend had even done anything, the presence of wiggling fingers approaching him enough to put him on edge. “D-Don’t – there’s nothing wrong!”

“I don’t believe you.” Sousuke smirked and tickled the redhead’s ribs gently, pleased with the high-pitched laughter he got for his efforts. Rin squirmed and pushed at him, but Sousuke was nothing if not immovable. He merely kept it up and tickled harder every time Rin tried to jump out of his seat, and eventually his friend gave up trying to fight.

“Okay, okahahahahahay! I’ll tehehehehehell you!” Rin laughed, punching Sousuke’s chest. “Stohohohohohop!”

“All right, but I’m still holding onto you for insurance in case you try lying again.” The taller man chuckled at the deer-in-the-headlights look Rin gave him. “Spill it.”

“It’s just…I’m kind of…” Rin mumbled, trying to find the right words. It was difficult to focus with Sousuke’s fingers still on his ribcage. “Ugh, you’re going to think it’s stupid.”

Sousuke went back to tickling him. “Tell me.”

“Ah! Okahahahahahahay! All right, fihihihihihine, I yehehehehehelled at Nitori!”

“What?” Sousuke stopped, frowning. “Why?”

“It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything. I was just in a bad mood and I snapped at him and now I feel like crap about it.” Rin sighed. “I know all I have to do is apologize, but…I’m kind of worried he won’t forgive me this time.”

Sousuke finally let him go, nudging him again. “Nitori’s a smart kid. I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean anything by it. Just go talk to him, Rin. Don’t beat yourself up over a simple misunderstanding.” He reached over and tweaked his side again, grinning when Rin yelped. “And quit pouting. It’s not like you.”

“Ack! Bahahahack off, you beast!” Rin giggled, finally getting to his feet for real this time. “I’m going to go and apologize right now. Thanks for listening, you jerk.”

Sousuke waved at him as he went. “Anytime, man.”

*

4) Lee Makoto, Ler Rin

“I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in.”

Rin smirked at Makoto, who stood with his hands over the sink in the restroom, blue paint all over his hands from a project he’d been doing with the kids he coached. Rin had stopped by for a visit just as he was finishing up, and immediately Makoto had begun joking about how the world must be ending for the legendary Rin Matsuoka to be visiting a lowly coach like him.

“Dude,” Makoto laughed, “just turn on the tap for me, would you? I don’t want to get paint on the handles.”

Rin shrugged. “I don’t know. Should I be helping a lowly coach like you wash his hands after fraternizing with the next generation of competitors? Hmm…”

Makoto smiled, rolled his eyes, and reached for the knob with his elbow instead. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

Rin darted over to him in an instant, grabbing onto his sides and squeezing. “Careful! You’ll get paint all over the wall! Or worse – on your uniform!”

“Stohohohohop! Rihihihihin!” Makoto laughed, using every ounce of willpower he had not to shove him away. With his hands covered like this, the only thing he could do was stand there and let his friend tickle him. “Plehehehehehease! I’ll get pahahahahahaint all over you!”

Rin gasped dramatically, grinning at him through the mirror. “You wouldn’t dare get the great Rin covered in blue paint, would you? What kind of example would you be setting for the kids?”

Makoto clenched his fists and glued his arms to his sides as much as possible, trying to protect himself as his old friend continued being playful with him. “Rihihihihihihihin! This isn’t fahahahahair! Plehehehehease!”

“Don’t whine. It’s not becoming of a coach.” Rin chuckled, but finally let him go as requested and turned on the tap for him. “There. Wash up, buttercup.”

Makoto shakily rinsed the paint from his hands, still giggling. “You jerk. You haven’t changed at all.”

“Were you hoping I would?”

“Not in the slightest.” The brunette smiled at him through the mirror. “We need a resident tickle monster around to keep us in line.”

*

5) Lee Rin, Ler Haru

“Next time you’ll think twice before you prank me,” Haru said calmly, sitting on Rin’s back, pinning his arms above his head.

Rin struggled, but it was pointless and he knew it. Haru was stronger than he looked, and when he was determined not to let someone get off easy, no amount of physical fighting would budge him. “All right, all right, you got me. I’m sorry about the mackerel thing. Can you let me up?”

Haru was silent for a moment. Then he poked a single finger into Rin’s ribs and wiggled.

“Gahk!” Rin squawked, jerking at the surprise sensation, biting his lip to keep from giggling immediately. “Haru! D-Don’t – hey!”

“You always tickle us when we try to mess around with you,” Haru said, stoic as ever. “I think it’s only fair that we do the same in return.”

“Nohoho!” Rin huffed out a snicker, squirming helplessly even before his old friend suddenly dug in with all five fingers. “AHAHAHAHAGH!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“It was mean to get my hopes up like that. And after I haven’t seen you for months, too. You should know better than to tease me about something as serious as mackerel.”

“MAHAHAHACKEREL ISN’T SEHEHEHEHEHERIOUS!!” Rin protested.

Haru let go of his arms to drill all ten fingers into both sets of his friend’s ribs, pulling a loud screech of hysterical laughter out of him, followed by frantic kicking and flailing.

“OKAYOKAYOKAY I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY HARU!! I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

Rin couldn’t see it, of course, but Haru was smiling at him, enjoying pulling such pure, genuine laughter out of his friend that he hadn’t seen for what felt like forever. He kept up his relentless tickle torture, comfortably seated on the redhead’s back. “I’m sorry, too, Rin. Sorry that I’m having too much fun to stop now. I hope you didn’t have any other plans for today.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHARU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, I’M SORRY!! HAHAHAHAHAHARU…!!”

*

6) Lee Nagisa, Ler Haru

“I’ll tickle it out of you,” Haru said, calmly pushing Nagisa’s hands above his head before the words had a chance to register, tightening his grip when the blonde’s eyes widened and he began to squirm.

“W-Wait—”

“Tell me where it is.”

“I can’t, Haru—!”

Haru wasted no time. Thanks to it being close to swim practice, Nagisa was only in his swimsuit, leaving his exceedingly ticklish torso completely open for the taller boy’s fingers to scribble over, drawing bubbly, shrieky giggles out of him.

“Wahahahahait! Plehehehehease, I cahahahahahan’t tell you!”

“You’d better.”

“Ahahahahahahaha nohohohohohoho!” Nagisa squealed, blushing under the intense gaze of his friend but having a lot of fun at the same time. Luckily for him he loved being tickled, so he’d be able to hold out longer than anyone else would have if they’d been the ones to hide Haru’s swimsuit from him. Perhaps it seemed childish, but truly, it was the only way to keep the man from the water just long enough for Rei and Makoto to get back with their surprise.

“Tell me,” Haru demanded.

Nagisa shook his head. “Nehehehehehehever! You’ll nehehehehehever make me tahahahahalk!”

Haru quirked a brow and switched from light scribbling to digging right into his friend’s underarm – a spot he knew from experience was particularly sensitive.

Nagisa shrieked, knees wobbling as he struggled to remain on his feet, laughter exploding from his lungs. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR, HARU!!”

“Where is it?”

“I WOHOHOHOHON’T TEHEHEHEHEHELL YOU!! R-REI AND MAHAHAKOTO—!!”

“Did they put you up to this?”

“WE AHAHAHAHAHALL DECIHIHIHIHIDED—!!”

“It was a mistake to keep me from the water.”

“PLEASE, HAHAHAHARU, LEHEHEHEHEHET ME EXPLAHAHAHAIN!!”

Haru couldn’t help but smile a little. As frustrated as he was about being kept from the pool thanks to his friend’s antics, it was truly enjoyable to make him laugh so hard. “All right, then.” He let go of Nagisa’s arms, scooped him up from behind, and tickled his ribs while his feet were dangling above the ground. “Let me hear it, Nagisa.”

The little blonde tossed his head back and squealed with giggles, determined to hold out until their friends got back.

Hopefully they wouldn’t be too much longer…

*

7) Lee Rin, Ler Sousuke

“Lot of courage for someone who’s about to get tickled,” Sousuke murmured into Rin’s ear, hugging him even harder and worming his hands under the redhead’s arms.

Rin’s eyes widened in the split second before he choked on his own giggles, trying to pull away but unable to move an inch thanks to Sousuke’s taller, stronger build. He just had to wrap his arms around his friend’s shoulders rather than around his middle!

“Ahehehahahahahaha! Sohohohouske, why?!” he squealed, squirming and giggling into his friend’s chest, feeling deep, rumbling chuckles rise up from the taller man in response to his own desperation.

“Because I can.” Sousuke sounded so nonchalant, curse him! “And because it’s about time you get a taste of your own medicine, you tickle monster.”

“Buhuhuhuhuhuhut I hahahahaven’t tickled you in forehehehehever – wait, no! No, not the RIHIHIHIHIHIBS!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Actually, I’m doing this on Nitori’s behalf. The poor kid says you can’t let him go a week without tickling him near to death. Is that true?”

Nitori! Rin swore he’d get him double time after this. “I cahahahahahan’t hehehehehehelp it! He’s sohohohohoho eheheheheasy to cohohohohorner!” Rin let out an actual shriek when Sousuke suddenly darted back down to his upper ribs, still holding him in a tight hug that he couldn’t escape from. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Easy to corner? Easy to tickle because he has no fight or flight response? Is that it?” Sousuke chuckled along with his hysterical friend. “You really are a monster.”

“COME OHOHOHOHOHON, SOHOHOHOHOUSUKE!!” Rin begged, gripping his friend’s shirt collar for lack of being able to do anything else to ease the strong sensations coursing through his body. “YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW IT’S FUHUHUHUHUN!! STOP TIHIHIHIHICKLING ME THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Why should I?” Sousuke replied, digging even harder, making Rin fall into wheezing cackles. “You just said it yourself, Matsuoka. It’s fun to tickle you like this. Especially riiiiight here.”

Rin screamed with laughter when Sousuke found that super sensitive spot right between his ribs and underarms, making his knees give out so he was dangling helplessly in his friend’s strong hold, feet scrabbling on the ground and arms flailing in the air behind his neck. “NONONONONO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! PLEASE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! SOUSUKE!! MEHEHEHEHEHERCY!!!”

Sousuke chuckled again, holding him even tighter, refusing to be swayed by his pleas when it was obvious he was having way too much fun. This was supposed to be a punishment, after all. “No can do, Rin. I promised Nitori I’d make you sorry.”

It was several more minutes before Rin met that criteria.

*

8) Lee Makoto, Ler Rin

“Well, someone’s grouchy,” Rin said with a roll of his eyes, lunging for his friend and pushing him down on the couch, fingers finding his ribs with ease. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

“I’m nohohohot grohohohouchyehehehehe!” Makoto protested, trying to stay serious despite the ticklish feelings lighting up his nervous system with every poke and prod from his tickle monster of a friend. “I’m juhuhuhust upsehehehehet!”

“Same thing,” Rin teased, easily straddling his friend’s kicking legs, having done this dozens of times before and knowing exactly how to get each of his friends laughing themselves silly in no time.

Makoto squealed and tossed his head back, hands flying down to try and push Rin away from his stomach. “Nohohohoho! Dohohohon’t!”

“Still got a ticklish tummy, hmm?” Rin easily found spots that were unprotected by Makoto’s hands to tickle, drawing even more growly giggles out of him. “Tickle, tickle!”

“Dohohohohon’t tehehehehehease!” Makoto cried, face turning pink from the laughing and flusteredness. “Rihihihihihin!”

“Don’t tease Rin? Aw, but I like teasing~”

“Nohohohoho, I mehehehehean—! Dohohohon’t tehehehehease me!”

Rin chuckled. “My statement still stands, I’m afraid. Oh!” He pretended to be surprised when he found Makoto’s belly button through his t-shirt. “Look! A giggle button!”

At this, Makoto finally gave up and let Rin do what he wanted, tickling and teasing and playing around until the brunette was wheezing with giggles and pleading for a reprieve. He was so lost in the haze of ticklish sensations that he couldn’t even remember why he’d been upset in the first place.

“There we go,” Rin declared at last, sitting back with a triumphant smile on his face. “No more grouchy pants.”

“I’m…juhuhuhust confused,” Makoto replied, gradually catching up to where he’d been pre-tickle attack but not so much that his mood darkened again. “He said he was on his way half an hour ago. Where—?”

At that moment Haru finally walked through the door, calm as you please, kicking his shoes off. “I’m here. Sorry, I got sidetracked by a…” He trailed off when he saw the position his friends were in. “Uh…am I interrupting?”

“No!” Makoto cried, and Rin laughed at both of their expressions, his mirth coming out in higher-pitched squeaks when his victim from moments ago decided to get revenge. “Now look what you did, Rin! You’re making us look weird!”

The both of them kept tickling each other and laughing throughout the night while Haru watched them in amused confusion from the sidelines.

*

9) Lee Rin, Ler Nitori

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

Nitori groaned. “Seriously? I haven’t gotten to ask you even one question yet! How do you keep winning?”

Rin playfully closed Nitori’s scissors with his rock and shrugged. “You’re just really bad at this.”

“How can you be bad at rock, paper, scissors?”

“You’re managing it somehow.” The redhead grinned. “Hmm, let’s see, what to ask next…?”

It was a cold, rainy day outside and the pool was closed for maintenance (apparently the heater had rather inconveniently decided to go out), so the two boys were stuck in their dorm room, bored out of their minds and desperate to kill time. They had come up with a cross between rock, paper, scissors and twenty questions, where the person who won got to ask the other something. So far, Rin had asked Nitori seven questions, with an eighth incoming.

Nitori was quickly losing his patience with this game.

“Oh! I know,” Rin said now, snapping his fingers and brightening. “Are you ticklish?”

“Wha-huh?!” Nitori stammered, giving himself away with his wide eyes even before he managed an actual reply. “I-I mean, yes, but don’t get any ideas!”

“Oh, come onnn. We’re so bored!”

“I’m not bored!”

“You’re not?”

“Nope, I’m good!” Nitori shrunk back, watching with hawk-like eyes as Rin shifted subtly and smirked at him. “Don’t you dare, Rin, I swear—!”

The redhead lunged, but thankfully, Nitori was used to dodging taller boys after he’d stopped growing a couple of years ago and kept getting jostled around by his classmates and teammates. He escaped Rin’s grabby hands, then – thinking quickly – he tackled his friend while he was in a more vulnerable position and started tickling him instead.

“Ah! Hehehehehey, wait! No fahahahahahair!”

“You’re the one who was bored enough to try and tickle me,” Nitori shot back, grinning, scrambling to climb on top of him so he couldn’t get away or fight back easily. “Why can’t I do the same? It was your idea.”

“Buhuhuhuhut I wahahahahanted to hear you lahahahahaugh – hey! Not thehehehehehere!” Rin squeaked and cackled, arching his back when Nitori got to his ribs. “Nohohohohohoho!”

The smaller boy smiled at his boisterous roommate. “Too bad. Looks like you’ll have to be the one laughing today, Rin~”

[anxso]

Drabble for Comfortember prompt 2 “Sweater Weather”

[xoteajays]

warmth

ship: niragi suguru x aguni sister!oc (aguni nagisa) word count:  ~1,100 words tags: sfw, established relationship, touched starved!niragi, bed sharing/sleeping together (literally). summary: niragi runs cold and hates feeling cold. luckily, nagisa runs hot and he's one of few people that can get closer than arm's length to her. together, they find both an equilibrium and peace in each other's company. author notes: wanted to try out nagisa's new name and wanted to write something fluffy since niranagi are having a bad time in their current game in-fic.

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Niragi has always run cold. For his whole life really. Something about having bad circulation a doctor had told him once. He’d never bothered getting checked for any deeper reasoning behind it, just dealt with numbness and pins-and-needles and the chill. The cold is the worst part. It’s why he hates winter; he hates the oppressive cold, hates feeling so cold even when he’s completely bundled up. 

Summer is better. The warm cast of the sun on his skin, the heavy heat in the air. He’ll take sweating over shivering any day. In the Borderland, it’s a permanent mid-July summer. Being at the Beach only emphasises it with all the people walking around in swimwear, jumping in the pool, playing that annoying playlist again and again every night. 

Nagisa, Niragi quickly realises, is his opposite. She runs hot. A desk fan runs on an endless swivel in her office. He watches sometimes as she gathers her hair up away from her sweaty nape or flaps her shirt against the heat. When she touches him - a hand brushing against his own or cupping his face into her palm - he notices how warm her skin is. 

Every chance he gets, he tries to drink in the heat of her. She never complains about how cold his hands are when he reaches for her, when he drags her in and fits her in his lap, when he slides his hands under her shirt and smooths them up her back. In fact, she’s more likely to complain that he’s distracting her from her work but she doesn’t pull away. 

There’s no need to worry about work tonight though. Somehow he’s managed to convince her to take the night off, or at least not spend the whole night in her office pouring over her own notes to do work for people who don’t appreciate it nearly enough. 

Not many people are granted invitation to Nagisa’s room. Niragi is one of the lucky few - or rather the lucky two. Her brother is the only other person Niragi’s ever seen enter her room, not even Hatter is allowed such easy access. Also lucky is that Aguni is nowhere to be seen tonight as Niragi approaches her door, rapping his knuckles on it. A specific drumming pattern is she knows it’s him. 

“You’re here,” she answers as she opens the door with a casual smile, letting him inside. Dressed down, she wears a shirt that hangs slightly too big on her frame and shorts; the wide collar of her shirt exposes the soft lines of her collarbones that his eyes lock onto. She’s so adamantly against the swimwear rule that within the confines of her room is the only place she dresses so casually. 

She steps back as he walks in. He closes the door behind him, then reaches out for her. His fingers slide along the line of her jaw, slipping under her ear to tangle in the strands of her hair. Nagisa stares back at him, warm brown eyes, soft expression. No one else looks at him like that. He draws her in, kisses her smoothly. She trails her hand up his chest, her slightly-calloused fingertips slipping beneath the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. 

They find an equilibrium together, aided by a certain similarity: the fact that neither of them liked sleeping alone. 

Nagisa had mentioned once that she and Aguni had shared a room for a lot of their childhood, mainly due to the lack of other options. Now she finds it hard to sleep without the presence of someone nearby. Niragi didn’t have a sibling, he’d never had to share a room, but since high school, he had found that he’s more likely to have nightmares when he sleeps by himself. To no surprise, many of his nights had been riddles with nightmares - until meeting Nagisa. 

They draw slowly apart. Niragi presses kisses against the beauty spot near her mouth, to the apple of her freckle-spattered cheek, to the starting end of an old scar near her temple. He hears her chuckle, her fingers pull on the lapel of his shirt. She slips from his grasp, his fingertips running along her jaw and off the tip of her chin as she steps away. 

Niragi leaves his shoes by the door, next to her scuffed-up sneakers. She sits on the bed, waiting for him, picking up the book she’d been reading to set it aside on the bedside table, a bookmark set between the page. He rids himself of his jeans, loosens the buttons of his shirt and the ones at his cuffs, then finally pulls the elastic from his hair, looping it around his wrist before ruffling his hand through the freed strands. 

As he collapses onto the free side of her bed, she reaches over to run her fingers through his hair and he feels himself relax, tension loosening. He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for so long and finally got the chance to breathe properly again. Shuffling, he swings an arm around her, pulling her closer until she’s lying down with him. 

She fumbles a hand out to one side, finding the lamp to click it off, throwing them into comfortable darkness. His hand slips over her side, fingertips sliding over the bare inch of skin between the waistline of her shorts and the ridden-up hem of her top. He moves in closer, pressing his face into the curve of her neck. She smells lightly of jasmine, sweet and floral. 

“You’re so warm,” Niragi mumbles against her collar. 

He feels the rumble of her small chuckle. She runs her fingers through his hair again, following the curve of his skull, her blunt nails gently tracing over his scalp. He tucks his hand under her shirt, smoothing his palm up her spine. Hand settling between her shoulder blades, he can feel her heartbeat. 

“What were you reading?” he asks. 

“Old mystery novel,” she says, “University students on Tsunojima Island, grisly murders, a real whodunnit. It’s good.” 

He hums quietly, acknowledging he’d heard her but his eyes are already starting to flutter closed. Her choice of book isn’t surprising, he knows she likes details, enjoys piecing them all together until the puzzle becomes clear. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’s already figured it out the twist with half the book still left to read. 

They shift around to get comfortable, not a difficult feat since the 'deluxe' suites are well-worth the title for the beds alone. Nagisa lays on her back, Niragi noses under her soft jaw. His mouth brushes the side of her neck. He tucks in close to her, his cheek drops against her collarbone. Her arm curves around him, twisting strands of his dark hair loosely around her fingers. 

He falls asleep there, listening to the soft sounds of her breathing and heartbeat, engulfed in her warmth and the light scent of jasmine on her skin. 

[onedemoniclilly]

Inspired by prompts by corvase

(TW: mentions of Hiromi’s child abuse, canon-type injuries/violence (kinda) (no big deep details, it’s a ramble after all), Karma’s arc is also mentioned (cliff thingy) and although its not a big big spotlight on it ig its a trigger???)

They’re in high school but it's not like they (class 3E) never talk to each other - none of them would dare not to. Not after everything they went through together. But things are getting busy, university entrance exams are approaching and they’re throwing their everything into this cause the whole point of a second knife (and a third, a fourth, a fifth…) is not to use it - it’s to push forwards with your absolute best until you break every single barrier in your way and you succeed. It’s to keep going forwards, keep striving up what seems like an endless uphill path cause you are the only one who can keep his memory and life for him.

Some of them are dating, the obvious couples got together at the beginning - some splitting because although the initial spark was there, they quickly realised it was built on the painfully sharp memory of their sensei and not any substantial feelings. Kanzaki actually asked Sugino out first, but unlike Chiba and Hayami nothing tangible actually came out of it. There was definitely something between Isogai and Maehara but neither of them had officially announced it however others could speculate whatever closer relationship they had needed to be shoved between the cracks of time between work, school and family.

Nagisa and Karma… well the less said about those two the better. In the beginning, there was the whole mess with Nagisa and Kayano - as much as Kayano wanted Nagisa, no one could tell if he was too dense, not interested or busy mooning over Karma. And then there was another entire thing going on between Gakushuu and Karma. People swore up and down the walls that they were dating: “Nothing going between the two- pshh, I swear they were practically sitting on top of each other- I don’t care that they were having a go at each other you can’t deny that there’s something!” And there were always rumours going about over the friendly ‘chat’ the boys had during their Kyoto trip and if Karma was really pulling one over them or not.

One could argue that, unlike Isogai and Maehara, neither of them had a part-time job, nor the pressures of their family disapproving of any single relationship they had. They just had university to worry about and although many couples had agreed to take a break or give each other more space during this time, with the foundation Koro-Sensei had given them and their previous experiences with working to the point of exhaustion despite their results, they weren’t as stressed nor lagging behind in their work. Nagisa’s mother… well their father had caught wind of the whole situation and in a surprising ownership of backbone, had driven from Nagoya back to Tokyo. The anime can say all they want but drugging your son because he won’t listen is not alright and the unnamed father at least can recognise this is blatant child abuse (even looking past the obvious physical, emotional and psychological abuse towards Nagisa).

Hiromi dodged a mental facility but is mandated with a restraining order and obligatory therapy sessions and Nagisa lives with his father now. And although it was a result of some incredibly stressful and terrifying events, Nagisa can’t deny that he does like the freedom his father’s guilt gives him.

Does he care about his appearance? Yes, he cut his hair the moment he got out of his mother's clutches and despite the crawling feeling over his skin every time he feels the ghostly swish of airy fabric over his thighs, he does appreciate the confidence and power a pair of well-fitted jeans, blouse and wig give him when he can turn around and talk back to whatever stuck-up egoistical person decided to hit on him for the night and not worry about the learnt fear a woman has or the fact that they would recognise him next time he walks by with his school friends.

Karma’s parents just don’t turn up ever. There’s the occasional postcard and good job sent via email in response to his latest report card but those are rarer than a successful purchase during the Sunday markets or a cool day during the hot humid days in August.

But there was a wedge driven between the two. Nagisa attends the Keisetsu Daigaku Fuzoku High School whilst Karma returns to his stomping ground at Kunugigaoka High School, having fun antagonising Gakushuu and the school staff because, honestly, who didn’t know about the massive highlighter-yellow sentient octopus up the hill.

But that doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is Nagisa was walking back at 3 am to Karma’s and not his dad’s place. He had been drinking with friends cause who doesn’t try it at high school - especially with his friend group at the high school with his newfound confidence in both his own skills (academically and physically - come on they all must excel at gym class now) and his appearance. He’s dressed in a pair of black jeans, the straight leg hanging over a pair of well-worn boots and a graphic t-shirt tucked into the waistband. It would be a well-put-together look for a casual get-together with friends to destress before the final month in the run-up to their exams but a bruise was starting to bloom on his upper shoulder and the back of his jeans was sticking to the back of his calf. His dad would freak at the sight of his injuries and that’s why he was walking the slightly longer trek to Karma’s despite the fact that the only form of communication they’d had in three weeks was over text.

He finally walks up the apartment stairs, sweat beading on his forehead at the exertion and pain he’s in. He considered calling the other boy at some point but ‘why make him wake up just to help him up a couple steps’ he thinks. He stands outside the door, the white paint matching every other apartment along the block debating his options before he lets his head fall forward, a loud and long triiiiiiiiing ring out from the doorbell.

He stays like that for a moment, having managed to shift away from the doorbell and onto the spyhole by the door - unconsciously hoping his blue hair gave him away.

On Karma’s side of things, he’s awake but close to drifting off to sleep. As much as their time in 3E had given them good study habits and he was confident enough in his own abilities to pass the upcoming exams, the amount of revision material his teacher provided that he had to slog through, otherwise prompting an unnecessary video call between his parents and teachers, was a stupidly large amount. And so he was here, a Saturday night, hoping to work early into the morning before passing out for 6 hours, waking for a quick dinner and then sleeping straight to a Monday morning he knew there was a high likelihood he’d skip anyway.

Well, he had let his eyes shut for another moment, enjoying the rocking motion and sweet bliss of nothingness sleep deprivation gave him before his incredibly unexpected doorbell went off.

Now Karma could be your average Joe and go “Now who could that be?” but this is Karma we’re talking about and he goes something more along the lines of “Ughhhsahdhsaarghhhh” cause not only does he have to actually stand up but he has to walk to the door, open it and engage in some random socialisation at…. 3 am????

Now does he spot Nagisa’s strikingly bright hair colour in the spy hole? No. Cause who goes and checks that first before actually opening the door? Instead, he opens the door and gets a tumbling Nagisa tripping over the doorframe into his hallway and himself too.

At first, he’s really really confused cause why is Nagisa here, why at this time, why did he not make the excellent decision to sleep earlier and why- Why Is There Blood Soaking His Jeans.

“Why is there blood soaking your jeans?” He says, admittedly softer (no less concerned) than his inside thoughts. He doesn't receive the answer he really wants but he does get a frustrated huff against his neck (‘So fucking warm- omg Akabane Karma no you should not be thinking about this’) and a “My jeans?” from the smaller boy now in his arms.

They somehow make it to his living space, Nagisa on his sofa (wow it’s used for more than the gaming nights he has with his friends) now half jean-less and Karma inspecting the wound. They haven’t talked yet, just the sound of clothes rustling and the occasional huff of pain as the disinfectant is applied and the injury dressed filling the empty presence of the early morning silence as the sky starts to shift in preparation for the 4 am dawn.

In the end, it’s one of Karma’s intrusive thoughts that managed to make its way to his voicebox and into the living room audio. He doesn’t realise it at first, but he does find out pretty quick that it probably wasn’t something for this moment and time when Nagisa looks up with a quick “What.”

It’s cold, and exactly like the jagged edge of a serrated knife and Karma starts to backpedal (which is pretty hard when you don’t actually know what you’ve said)

“I uh- take that back? Just an intrusive thought, didn’t mean to say it out loud-” And he realises he sounds absolutely delirious but that doesn’t matter all too much to Nagisa right now and here.

“You think… You think I can’t handle myself? Karma you know-”

‘Ah fuck’ Is all Karma could think. And yet, his mouth kept on running stupid stupid words.

“No you can’t! You can’t say that not when you’re on my couch with bloody tissues over in a pile and a bruise over your arm and shoulder.”

“And what gives you the right to lecture me about my choices and my skills and my abilities” cause damn Nagisa spent so long shackled to his own worries and anxieties eating away at him over Was He Good Enough, Would She Be Mad, What Do I Do, to stand being accused of this. “What about you, and how you came in with bruises and cuts, how you got sent down the ladder because you-” and now he’s pouring salt into old wounds and attacking it with a scrubbing brush now, “-because you basically Fucking Asked For It!” And he’s sitting up, one leg still in his jeans, the other he’s trying to keep still and relaxed ‘less the dressing loses its hold and his wound reopens.

“And if I’m a hypocrite, then what about you?” The logical side of Karma’s brain starts to just Go and the more emotional side (maybe its cause wow the guy I’ve been pining over for years is injured and I don’t like that, or maybe it's just can’t he just know that I’m concerned - but there’s zero worry for his own choices Nagisa is accusing him of (he’s accepted his own consequences a long time ago)) takes over.

“You just keep coming back to these things, you’re worse- it’s been going on for Years.” The azure-headed gestures to his own injuries, “It’s not just that- it’s…”

“It’s what?”

“The cliff.”

And the two words start Karma spiralling. But he doesn’t spiral in silence, Karma just keeps talking and talking and the emotions keep building up underneath the rushing memories of falling and darkness and the crashing relief of Alive.

“No fuck you, I know about the bomb - you stupid martyr - I know you are capable; I saw you take down Takaoka fucking twice now but it doesn’t take away from the fact that you were ready to fight the Reaper just for an opening for us to attack” His voice just kept getting louder and louder- he hopes the neighbours aren’t awake.

“Why do you care about me? Why not care about yourself just a bit more?”

“Because I do” and that’s true, he just does. It’s a fact of life - he doesn't know why-

“But why?!”

“Because I love you!” Oh.

Oh.

They return to the silence they had held before sans the sounds of movement. The words registered in Nagisa’s brain before they did in Karma’s but both of them left the confession hanging in the air.

“...you should probably change into something else.” Karma got out, mind making the decision to escape this instead of confronting the words.

“I- yes. I’ll take a shower first.” Nagisa leaves the room, knowing his way around Karma’s apartment, one leg still in his jeans.

Unbeknownst to Karma, currently still standing in his living room, Nagisa practically crumbles; clinging to the wall as he makes his way towards Karma’s bathroom. His mind is reeling, thoughts going absolutely crazy as he peels off his other jeans leg and t-shirt and starts up the shower. The water jets out cold, the hum of the generator leading into a warm spray as he lathers up soap - avoiding his calf as much as he can - before rinsing off and stealing a towel from Karma’s cupboard.

He wanders into Karma’s room, holding his towel up in some form of privacy despite their many onsen trips, and raids his closet and drawers; pulling on a soft pair of joggers that he either has to roll up or risk looking like a penguin and a well-worn t-shirt. Despite the warm summer weather, the apartment is cold and looking at Karma’s study materials on his desk tells Nagisa that he wasn’t asleep when he came ringing his doorbell.

Before he steps into the living room, Karma’s words finally hit him. He stands in front of the bedroom door, contemplating if he’s willing to bypass the etiquette drilled into his very nature and simply just fall asleep in Karma’s bed and deal with everything tomorrow. But no, it’s Nagisa we’re talking about and so he steps into the living room and tentatively asks:

“Do you… do you want to talk about it? Or should I just take the sofa and we can talk in the morning?”

And Karma is just standing there, in the same position as Nagisa left him in and now he’s worried “...Karma?”

The single word tinged with enough concern worry, sadness??? To get his attention and Karma just sits on the couch and Nagisa pads over to sit next to him.

“I just- If you just want to forget everything and stay friends then we can just sleep and wake up in the morning and continue and ignore this-”

Nagisa just nudges Karma and it shuts up his ramble. The boys just sit there for a bit longer, before Nagisa continues, “I don’t know if it’s love for me. But it does feel very natural for me just to flow into… Something closer”

And it isn’t love yet for Nagisa, and maybe not for Karma either because Nagisa still carries the hurt when Karma drifted that one school year and Karma carries the guilt of being scared. And yes, they’ve talked about this but it's still a significant part of their lives. They’ll work things out, they’ve already talked about it once and now the topic is less hard to breach but right now Karma will let Nagisa have the option of the sofa and the bed and Nagisa will shoot a “Well the bed’s big enough for two enough, might as well make the most of your parent’s money” and they do sleep in the same bed, backs together but hearts going slightly faster before their breathing evens out.

They don’t sleep long enough to complete Karma’s plans to wake up just for dinner but Nagisa does start lunch which in turn wakes Karma. And they eat a simple lunch of rice, veg and meat then spend time looking over Karma’s revision sheets cause even though Nagisa plans to go into education in university, he’ll never turn down free knowledge cause that’s not what Koro-Sensei would have done nor wanted.

And maybe Karma struggles writing a text a few weeks later with the simple “Cafe for Lunch - Sun?” On a Saturday evening but Nagisa beats him to it with a “Sunday - Lunch/dinner???” And it's a horrid affair cause both of them are menaces to society when paired together but they leave the premise laughing and go back to Karma’s for dinner and when Nagisa leaves to head back home Karma leans against the doorway and asks “After exams, wanna go camping?”

And Nagisa knows deep down that this will all work out.

2023/10/27

[ozzgin]

❄️

Anon here

Uhh, if the drabble was too NSFW, you can simply not post it, I don't want to make you uncomfortable! 😣

Not at all, I actually had a similar idea about cow husband being rather sensitive and excitable when it comes to the bosom area; then I thought, you know, maybe I should keep it fluff. Write it another time. But you matched my thoughts perfectly and in much more detail, haha.

On an unrelated note, it’s also nice to see someone else who knows about 50% off. Thug Nagisa was my favorite, too. Maybe slightly after Haru’s deranged inner monologues.

[dpr-stay]

Masterlist

Is there a high chance I won’t ever add to this again? Mayyyybe :) but I want to make one lol

** my favs

F1:

Whoops - Yuki Tsunoda x driver!Reader**

The Moon - Chef Au! Yuki Tsunoda x Reader

Super-Fan - Max Verstappen x badminton player!Reader

Cupid - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Shadow - Fernando Alonso x Wolff! Reader

Love Lost! - Lando Norris x Reader

Dino Slippers and Wooden Cabins - Charles Leclerc x reader

Stray Kids:

Peaceful Future - Bangchan x idol!Reader

Exo:

Through the years - Kyungsoo x driver!Reader**

Nct:

No Longer - Johnny x singer!Reader

Ted Lasso:

The Power of Old Ladies - Roy Kent x Reader

Genshin Impact:

Good Taste in Wine - Diluc x Reader

Lovefool - Diluc x Reader

JJK

Nanami Drabble Nanami X Reader

MHA

Mandated Reporter - All Might | Yagi Toshinori X Reader Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Free!

(trying to) Free Spirits - Hazuki Nagisa x Reader

[veeples]

wip wednesday

wow i actually have stuff to share this time! thanks for tagging me @lilas UuU

i'll tag: @nerdferatum @gavcowles and @narrativefoiltrope <3

from: something for ockiss24! about my oc charlie and her first valentine's with megan's nagisa.

Valentine’s day descends faster than she would like and the only thing Charlie secures is a decent bouquet of roses and an hour away from work to surprise Nagisa at lunch. Despite the anxiety that this is supremely lame, Charlie did her best to dress herself as nicely as possible. She put on the trousers that accentuates the length of her legs, chose a lip color Nagisa had once commented made her “look very yummy”, and spritzed herself with the nice sandalwood perfume she’d worn for their first date. For a bit of confidence. She does need every ounce she can manage.

quick edit: tumblr just. made the top drabble bit invisible!??? So i took it out rip to faustus and alin i GUESS

[maochira]

I saw the requests open sign and knocked down the door.

How about Akitsu Nagisa with a sibling (Gn), I am interested in how exactly he would handle the situation with his biological mother and the aftermath of getting separated from her with a sibling. It can be a drabble or a scenario or a headcanon I just need Akutsu content on this site ;-;

I LOVE AKUTSU SO MUCH. I've been brainrotting about big bro Akutsu since August last year.............. also I'm so sorry this took me 3 months to get to 😭

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, big brother!Akutsu, angst, child neglect, manga spoilers!!!

you're three years younger than your brother, and you have different fathers because your mother is... oh well.

Akutsu had to raise himself and you because your mother couldn't care less about her children

he's the only person you could ever rely on, and even though he loves you very much, he often lets his anger out on you or treats you harshly in general

he would never hurt you physically, but he often hurts you emotionally because he doesn't know how to handle his emotions

but you're like that as well. The only difference is that you tend to isolate yourself when you're mad. But you've still said your fair share of insults to your brother

when he joined Tokyo Esperion, Akutsu took you along because there's no way in hell he'd leave you alone with your mother

over time, Akutsu learns to not let his emotions out on you (instead, he does it on others) and becomes extremely protective over you

he hates it when others tease him about being an overprotective older brother, because he has enough reasons why he needs to prevent any harm from happening to you

[exhokai]

smut drabble based on ibara roleplay i just did

includes: spanking, degradation, reader is a homie hopper (they’re nagisas lover and hiyoris sibling), crying, hairpulling, mentions of being tied up, tie gag, floor sex, squirting, sadistic ibara, masochistic reader, overstimulation and rough fucking

afab but they/them and “lover” used

smut below!! click read more if you are okay with reading adult content

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“MHH!! MHMNN”

you scream into the gag of his tie as you writhe in the pleasure of being spanked. of being used. of being broken. oh how mad your brother would be at you. not just your brother but your boyfriend too. and yet here you are under their unitmate as he hits all the right spots in you and makes you cry out through the fabric gag he has on you.

“oh how mad~ mmm— how mad would his excellency be finding you under me. all tied up and my cock deep in your hole~ how do think he would feel~?” his words make you think for a second before he grabbed you hair and pulled you from laying on your face to holding you as if you had something to support you. but you didnt. you had his hand in your hair. his hand that was strong enough to choke you. to make you break. and you found pleasure in it. he pulls your back against his chest and proceeds to grab your neck for a good minute while whispering things like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ in your ear than pushes you into the floor.

“hmm!! hmMM!!” you scream unable to speak and express as you come down to your third orgasm. ibara starts to rub your clit, so fast that when you cum its almost numbing. you shake and try to pull on the cuffs he has on you. he feels you jetting clear liquid and decides to take off the tie from your mouth. you scream pleads while your throat is hoarse

“pleASE PLEASE PLEASE!! FFucK!! kEEp usinG MEE~” your voice breaks nearly a million times pleading ibara to use you more than he has. “ohoho~ you enjoy being broken? you really are a little toy arent you?” you are. you’re his toy. not nagisas. ibaras. your ibaras good toy. one that is at his beck and call. that will let him use you like some fuckhole.

thats what you are.

ibaras toy. and only ibaras.

[reareaotaku]

2023 Fanfic Wrap

[Yes, I stole this idea from @ agaypanic, because I liked the idea] ! Warning these are subject to change, but as of January 17, 2024, this is as accurate as I can get !

In 2023 alone, I published 104 fanfictions. I wrote the most for 'Scream' with over 15+ fics. My first fic of 2023 was Yandere! Nagisa Hazuki Headcanons on Feb. 22. My last fic was a Rodrick Heffley Headcanons on Dec. 13. * =NSFW

My Top 10 Fanfics of 2023

10. Sleeping Beauty [Billy Loomis x Reader] * Summary: Kinktober- Somnophilia 619 Notes 9. Judd Headcanons [Part 2] [Judd Birch x Reader] Summary: More Headcanons for Judd 640 Notes 8. Thick Thighs [Billy Loomis x Reader] * Summary: Kinktober- Thigh Riding 665 Notes 7. I Love You Like a Doll [Ryan! Ken x Reader] * Summary: Ken wants to please you 685 Notes 6. Call Me, Baby [Billy Loomis x Reader] * Summary: You got a call when being home alone and it turns into something much darker 754 Notes 5. Judd Headcanons [Part 1] [Judd Birch x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Judd 953 Notes 4. [Tie] Rodrick Heffley Headcanons [Rodrick Heffley x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Rodrick 1,408 Notes 4. [Tie] Let Me Put a Baby in You [Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher] * Summary: Kinktober- Breeding Kink 1,408 Notes 3. Pleasurable Sin [Ryan! Ken x Reader] * Summary: Headcanons for if the Ken[s] had private[s] 1,515 Notes 2. You Are Mine [Wally Darling x Reader] Summary: Wally enjoys watching you as you watch him. And after years of watching you, he can't wait for you to join him and all his neighbors, but those pesky 'parents' or whatever you call them are still standing in his way. 1,601 Notes 1. Lovey Dovey Darling [Wally Darling x Reader] Summary: Drabble of Wally 1,681 Notes

My Worse Performing Fanfics of 2023

10. Death to Love [Nancy Thompson x Reader] Summary: Movie night w/ Nancy 35 Notes 9. Aged Up! Schroeder [Peanuts] Headcanons [Schroeder x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Schroeder 34 Notes 8. [Tie] Maybe We Need a Break? [Male! Kim Possible x Reader] Summary: You 'break up' with Kim 31 Notes 8. [Tie] Dr. George Huang Headcanons [George Huang x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for George the shrink 31 Notes 7. Calvin Fischoeder Headcanons [Calvin Fischoeder x Wonder Warf Carney! Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Calvin 30 Notes 6. Harry the Lawyer [OC x Reader] Summary: Blurb for the Lawyer who's tired of your shenanigans 28 Notes 5. Reader is Captured [PPGZ x Reader] Summary: How Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup react to darling being captured 25 Notes 4. Chester Lake Headcanons [Chester Lake x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Detective Lake 23 Notes 3. Sneaking Off w/ Zach [Zach Sandford x Reader] Summary: You sneak away with Zach, while everyone else smokes 18 Notes 2. A Scary Death [Part 3] [Hansel x Reader / Gretel x Reader] Summary: You meet a nice candy lady, but it seems she has other plans for you and your friends 14 Notes 1. Chance Furlong Headcanons [Chance Furlong x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Chance Furlong 10 Notes

[rantaroamamifuturegf]

Rules? RULES!!!

On this blog may contain some explicit content, If there's minors then tbh idek what I can do about it all I can do it block bro, can't call their parents man. Just if you're a minor please ONLY interact with fluffy stuff and non Nsfw writing.

What I will write -

Nsfw {Note: It might take a bit more longer to come out since I cringe at my own writing at times. IF YOU HAVE ALREADY REQUESTED NSFW I AM MAKING A NEW BLOG TO POST IT ON}

Sfw

Angst

Headcanons

Drabbles

Randoms rants about characters

Oneshots

Stories

Yandere

Fluff

This blog may contain explicit content including smut, kinks, mature themes such as drug/alcohol use, violence, self harm, suicide, death, stalking, obsession, etc. If you are uncomfortable with such I advise you to not interact with these topics on this blog.

I'll write for any gender, Unless specified

When making your request, please specify whether it is an imagine, headcanon, reaction, scenario

What I won't write

I don’t do character x character. (unless it’s relevant to the fic)

I don't NOT support R@pe, pedophilia, zoophilia and necrophilia NOR do I write for such topics

I won't write any strange fetishes like piss, feet, poo etc. Ain't trying to judge I'm just not writing it.

What I won't deal with on this blog:

Any misogynistic, hate, racist or discriminatory comment would be block on sight.

If you're homophobic, transphobic, racist or any other form of hate, you are not welcome here.

I won't write NSFW with any underage character UNLESS AGED UP ALL CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR IN NSFW ARE AGED UP for example I won't write for: Masaru daimon, Jataro kemuri, Nagisa shingetsu, Kotoko utsugi, Monaca.

That's all for now thanks for reading!! - Manji

[aurora-313]

Out of context line tag!

Thanks for the tag @ariadnekurosaki!

Here's an exchange for an unpublished and untitled Kaien and Rukia drabble:

"I think he's hungry. Hey, can you hold him while I go fix his bottle?" Kaien doesn't wait for a response either way and Rukia panics when a tiny squirming bundle is placed in her arms. "Ah, Kaien-!" Rukia's attempts to protest fall on deaf ears. "He'll cry. Don't worry, he's fine. He's just bossy. Gets it from his mother." Kaien disappears inside. Rukia winces, swaying back and forth in an awkward mimic of what the Lieutenant attempted earlier. Shockingly, despite Kaien's warning, the infant isn't crying. Those bright green eyes stare up at Rukia, blink slowly at her in time with a yawn. Finally closing for a much required nap. When Kaien returns, he's utterly floored to find Rukia standing perfectly still and his son completely silent. "Wait... Nagisa's not crying. Why is Nagi not crying?" "He's fallen asleep." Rukia reports with an awkward shrug, careful not to jostle the tiny baby in her arms. Kaien directs her to the empty bassinet and she gently tucks the sleeping child in. Nagisa doesn't make as much as a peep while the two adults watch. Kaien stares at his son, dumbfounded, then turns to face Rukia, snatching her by the shoulders. She had never seen such a look of desperation in her entire life, and it's all she can do not to laugh in his face. "What is your secret and why aren't you telling me?!"

I'll tag @mondengel2 @sunflowersandcherryblossoms and whomever else wants a go. :D