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The best Christmas gift for you is just enjoying hot coco with marshmallows with your husband Nanami. You guys have a mini secret Christmas party among yourselves. He makes you promise not to tells anyone he can sing while you guys are doing karaoke. You both sing the famous song, " Baby, It's Cold Outside". You are singing your heart out as he just admires his beautiful wife. You are the best Christmas gift he doesn't desire. Yet here you are, singing a song and drinking hot coco with him. Nanami never made another wishlists.
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you noticed me âŸïž
{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: megumi fushiguro is one of the best players on the major league baseball team, and when you finally spot him on the big screen after practically dozing off at every game you went to with your girl friend? you were absolutely IN LOVE, but IN DENIAL that he could ever like you back⊠but he does, and bad.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, NASTY NASTY MEGUMI, oral sex, SMUT, pussy eating in locker rooms HEH, mentions of drinking but like tiny just once, reader is oblivious to the way megumi wants her, DOMINANT AF MEGUMI PHEWW, cursing, flufffff!!, barely any angst, DIRTY TALK, pet names, aged up characters.
word count: 12.1k (IK IM SORRY ITS A CUTE ONE THO)
authors note: you GUYSSSS i love megumi fushiguro i want him so bad and i LOOVEEE this fic!! i worked like a little worker bee for days and i really hope it makes you guys happy :] MWAH!!
want more? you can find my mlb!megumi fushiguro masterlist here!
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megumi fushiguro was the hottest baseball player you had ever seen in your life.
and you didnât even like baseball to begin with, dozing off at every game your girl friend dragged you to because her boyfriend was on the major league teamâ but the one time you decided to open your eyes and pay attention to the big giant screen in front of you?
there he was in all of his emo glory.
number eighteen.
focused, half lidded eyes resembling borderline boredom as he waited for the pitcher to throw, his forehead glistening with sweat, flushed red cheeks, and his jet black hair slightly peeking over his forehead from underneath his baseball cap.
âmy godââ your hand flew and you gripped your girl friends arm tightly, your jaw to the fucking floor as your eyes were gorilla glued to the screen, her quirking a curious eyebrow at you as she matched your frantic nature.
âwhat? what is it? who did you see? whats happââ
you pointed your finger up at the screen, him swinging and hitting a fucking grand slam as he proceeded to get four runs with one hit, the one thing you knew about baseball besides a home run.
âthatâs aâ thatâs a grand slam!â you pointed frantically, probably looking absolutely insane as you stood and screamed your fucking head off.
your girl friend laughed loudly, âyou like fushiguro? megumi fushiguro?â
you jumped up and down, your girlfriend astonished and laughing as this was the first time sheâd ever seen you energetic at a baseball game.
âheâs friends with yuji!â she yelled over the hollering of the crowd. âwe can go to their locker room after and you can say hi! i heard heâs kind of mean thoughââ
âno!â you spun around, eyes wide and terrified. âi already know heâll eat me alive then! iâm a loser, i canât talk to him i donât have game iââ
she rolled her eyes. âyouâll be fineââ
âno i canât!â you shook your head frantically. âplease he looks like the type to love bomb me and then leave me i donât think i can handle thatââ
she snorted. âare you sure?!â
you hesitated for a moment, biting your bottom lip as your eyes trailed back over to the screen, seeing megumi breathing a little heavy from running the field, his hands on his hips as he scanned the arena.
you sighed through your nose. âyeah iâm sure!â
âsuit yourself!â
a year. a year you spent continuing to tag along with your girl friend to their games, staring lovesick and sad at the big screen over megumi, and standing outside far far away from the locker room once they scored another big win and not going in like you used to, waiting for your girl friend to finish up speaking to her boyfriend as you tried your best to avoid the chance of running into megumi.
she finally emerged from the locker rooms one day, a knowing smirk on her face.
âi told yuji.â
you blinked. âtold him what?â
âthat you like fushiguro.â
âno!â you gasped, a hand flying and smacking over your mouth. âplease no im about to experience the biggest heartbreak of my lifeââ
âoh relax!â she grabbed your arm and practically dragged you towards the locker room doors. âheâs not even here megumi already left, but yuji wants to talk to you.â
âwhy?!â you exclaimed. âto let me down easy? to tell me heâs sorry on his behalfââ
your girl friend just about threw you in and went in after you as you stumbled, eyes blown wide as the air became humid and heavy, several of the players lounging about and refreshing themselves as the sound of lockers slamming shut echoed through the spaceâ deep, broad voices laughing filling the room as yuji spotted you, his eyes friendly and polite. ây/n!â
you relaxed and smiled, âhi! you guys played really well today!â
âmegumi also played really well today.â
âoh my godââ you groaned, throwing your head back as you spun around, heading straight for the exit.
âwait wait!â he laughed loudly, jogging up to you. âsorry sorry.â
âwhat do you want with me..â you mumbled.
he gave you a half smile. âi wanted to tell you that megumiâs weird.â
you snorted, âelaborate please.â
yuji threw an arm around your girl friend before continuing.
âyou know we support your feelings and what you wantâŠâ he began.
your eyes narrowed. âwhy are you guys talking to me like youâre my parentsââ
âbutââ yuji cut you off. âiâm just gonna be straight with you. iâve never ever seen megumi interact with anyone, let alone another woman, besides the team.â
âi donât think iâve ever seen him have a proper conversation with anyone on the team besides you actuallyâŠâ your girl friend muttered to yuji.
yuji winced. âyeahâŠâ he turned back to you. âback when megumi and i first got signed, he was really popular and a lot of girls would come up to him after games for his number or just to talk to him.â
âwell obviously heâs a greek god,â you grumbled. âthis is hurting me man get to the point.â
he sighed. âhe basically scared all of them off. didnât give a single one a chance and was kinda mean... he would either ignore them or straight up just tell them he wasnât interested without them even being able to get a word in.â
you stared blankly.
âi tried to tell him that he needs to be nicer but heâs just not interested.â
you kept staring.
âthatâs why iâm telling you this because we donât want you to get hurt and i feel like if you try and talk to him heâs gonna be a dick and it mightâŠâ yuji looked at you sadly. âit might be a lost cause.â
you blinked.
ây/n?â
âthatâs fine!â you squeaked, hands tight at your sides. âa part of me already knew. i read about it in an article, and iâve seen his interviews.â
your girl friend looked at you with concern filled eyes. âare you okay?â
âyeah!â you waved them off. âwhy wouldnât i be?â
âbecause your eyes are red.â
âppffttt!â you blew out. âiâm fine! seriously. i never intended to talk to him anyways, iâm too much of a scaredy cat.â
you extended your arms out and engulfed the both of them, squeezing tight. âthank you guys for telling me though, i appreciate it.â
ây/nâŠâ yuji trailed off.
âiâm gonna take off though, iâll see you guys later, okay?â you waved and opened the door. âlove you!â
and you scrammed, your heart in a million pieces.
itâs not like you didnât already know. you knew, so why were you sad? why did you feel like you just got ran over by a double decker bus? why did you pathetically feel so sad?
this was the reality. you never stood a chance.
so why were you crying?
you continued walking down the hall and towards the main exit, utterly embarrassed at your sobbing and trying your best to hide it as you navigated through several groups of people, your vision entirely blurry as you were basically drowning in your tears.
you had barely escaped the crowd when you spotted a little secluded area in the lobby, trudging over pathetically and plopping down on the coushy seat as you wiped your cheeks, staring at the wall in front of youâ a huge glass casing proudly decorated with the teams trophies and awards, gigantic portraits of the players on the team adorning the walls with megumiâs serious beautiful framed face right in front of you just making you feel worse.
you already knew, but regardless of megumiâs stand off ish personality, you liked it. you had curiously browsed his interviews and quotes in articles, and you always laughed at his responses, him almost every time offending the staff without even trying or knowing, and you found it so so funny, it only making you admire him and want to get to know him even more, even if it was just a friendship.
megumi fushiguro was one of the best players on the team in history, and as you closed your eyes, silent pathetic tears still slipping down your cheeks?
he never felt so out of reach.
âhere.â
your eyes opened, but you literally could not see jack shit as your tears were still blurring your line of sight, you completely and utterly mortified that a stranger caught you sobbing as you wiped your face quickly in response.
âput on my sunglasses if you donât want people to see you crying.â
the voice was gruff and lazy, but you could not care less as you took the sunglasses and settled them over your eyes, the lenses so freaking dark that you couldnât see a single thingâ your sight worse than before.
but it relieved you, as you figured no one could see your bloodshot eyes and therefore thankfully not notice you losing your mind over something so stupid.
âthank you,â you mumbled. âsorry.â
âfor what.â
you felt the plush of the bench shift next to you, figuring that the stranger man sat beside you as you refused to look in their direction out of embarrassment.
not that you could even see in the first place.
âfor looking like a loser.â
the stranger man snorted. âsâfine.â
you wiped your nose with your sleeve, sniffling.
âhow do you see in these?â you muttered softly. âtheyâre making me claustrophobic i canât see a thing.â
âthatâs the point,â he hums.
âhow come?â
âi get migraines everyday. they help.â
âoh i see.â you responded softly. âhave you ever run into a wall because of them?â
you hear him huff out through his nose. âi did once, when i first got them.â
you giggled gently. âdid you bleed?â
âno,â he spoke calmly. âi got a bump on my forehead.â
you snickered, âwhat? loserrr.â
you stood up and carefully tried to walk around a little, testing out how to guide yourself through the dark lenses and trying to be careful and not bump into a wall (which was literally impossible), your hands out, feeling around.
âjesus christ iâm just kidding now i feel bad. i think im gonna bump myself into a wall too so we can call it even.ïżœïżœïżœ
you couldnât see, but the stranger manâs lips twitched at your comment.
âdonât do that.â he murmured. âsit back down.â
you listened and started making your way over, feeling him reach out and wrap his fingers around your wrist carefully and guide you to the bench, you plopping down on it once you felt it.
âthank you!â you responded sweetly. ââŠiâm actually glad i canât see a thing right now.â you perked up, pushing the sunglasses back up over the bridge of your nose.
âwhy is that.â
âso i donât have to look at megumi fushiguroâs big portrait in front of my face.â
the stranger man stopped.
ââŠwhy?â
âbecause he indirectly broke my heart.â
you heard a little audible laugh, and you smiled to yourself.
at least someone is having fun right now.
âhow did he indirectly break your heart?â
âmy girl friendâs boyfriend is yuji itadori. she spilled the beans against my will about how i have a crush on him, and yuji told me that heâs mean and heâll basically bite my head off and tell me to scram.â
âdid he?â
âuh huh,â you nodded. âthey were trying to let me down easy, but itâs not like i was gonna try and talk to him anyways. iâve gone a year without saying anything i can go on and on and on.â
the stranger man hummed.
âheâs so cool thoughâŠâ you murmured, dazed. âheâs gonna be a hard one to forget about.â
âwhy do you like him?â
âi feel like im being interrogated,â you giggled.
you felt the stranger man lean back against the wall. âsorry, just curious.â
you copied him and crossed your arms, âmmm⊠because heâs really good at what he does. i admire that most of all.â
you tilted your head. âeveryone berates him for being mean but i like that heâs supposedly mean for some reasonâŠ. heâs just serious about his profession and he doesnât want to waste time. heâs also the hottest man iâve ever seen so that definitely helps.â
the stranger man laughed a little.
âi donât know,â you sighed sadly. âmaybe iâm just demented. i am demented.â
âif yuji itadori told you the exact opposite about him, would that have encouraged you to go up to him?â
you sat in thought for a moment, but ultimately shook your head. âno. itâs too embarrassing for me and iâm also a big fat wuss soâŠâ
you slid your fingers underneath the lenses and rubbed your stinging sore eyes. âmaybe in the next life if iâm lucky, ill be reincarnated as a cool baseball man too and i wonât have to deal with this shit.â
âcool baseball man.â he repeated, tone seemingly amused.
âyup.â
the stranger man sighed. âis this why i found you crying?â
âmaayybeee?â you dragged out shyly, your cheeks flushing.
it was silent for a moment, your vision completely black but his on your rosy cheeks, oddly staring that if you could see right now, youâd probably call him a creep.
âiâm sorry i made you cry.â
you jumped back.
âno not you!â you huffed. âhave you not been paying attention? catch up manââ
you felt a shadow reach up and tug the sunglasses slightly away from your face, your eyes constricting against the bright lights of the hall as they tried to adjust.
and when they did?
megumi fushiguro was sitting right next to you, a tiny smile on his face dressed in all black with his teams baseball cap on.
your eyes widened dramatically and you slapped both hands over your mouth, beyond horrified as everything you had thought you were telling a stranger about him, you were telling him directly, your brain short circuiting and your body heating up like a fucking hot flash.
âoh my god iâm so sorry!â your voice was muffled, you shaking your head in absolute denial.
you immediately sprung up and grabbed your purse, slowly backing up further and further away from him.
his smile widened.
oh my god.
megumi fushiguro was smiling, a sight youâve never ever seen during his games, practices, interviews, articles, or magazines as your cheeks increased in shadeâ wanting to mentally take a picture and remember forever as you knew youâd probably never see him smile like that again.
but he was smiling.
âpretend i donât exist!â you stammered, âpretend this never happened iâm sorry this is so embarrassing keep winning your games okay and iâll keep being an idiot far far away from youââ
âwhere are you going?â he chuckled lowly.
ââyouâll never see me again iâm going home and iâm going on lockdownââ
he laughed through his nose, his lips in an amused smile.
âyou donât have to do that.â
âyes i doââ
âyou donât have to forget me either.â
âthat i definitely doââ
you were halfway out of the main entrance doors.
âhold on y/nââ
megumi stood, his long legs walking over to you and you froze.
y/n?
you slowly turned around, your face pale and afraid.
âhow do you know my name?â you asked softly.
âyour best friend is dating yuji, is she not.â
you nodded, eyes blank.
âiâve been seeing you inside the locker room after our games for like⊠two years.â megumi mumbled.
oh.
oh thatâs right.
you didnât actually notice megumi until last year, when you decided to finally open your eyes for once during a game and thatâs how you spotted him for the first time on the big screen in front of you, in all of his gorgeous handsome entity.
âoh.â
he raised a hand and pressed his index finger to your forehead, nudging you softly.
âdummy.â
âs-sorry..â you gave him a wobbly bashful smile, your cheeks pinky as you rubbed your red eyes.
his eyes slightly softened and he shook his head. âsâfine.â
megumi continued to stare at you, a stone cold face that always seemed to scare off the teams entire fan base, but only made you feel numb and giddy all over every single time.
you smiled wider then, and megumiâs lips twitched.
cute.
âiâmâ iâm gonna go now.â
âdo you have a ride home?â
you stopped. âno i was just gonna call an uberââ
he shook his head and walked past you, his shoulder brushing gently with yours with his hands stuffed in his pockets as you turned and stared at him.
he paused and looked over his shoulder.
âyou coming?â
your eyes widened. âcoming? wâwhere?â
he rolled his eyes. âiâm taking you home.â
âno!â you shot your hands out. âitâs okay! really! thank you thank you i appreciate it butââ
he stared lazily.
âcome.â
you pressed your lips into a thin line and tipped your head down, taking tiny painful steps as you followed after him to the parking lot.
megumi led you from the public parking area to a secluded section around the back of the arena, one you assumed was for players and crew members only as you nervously gnawed on your bottom lip, feeling absolutely sick.
you both continued to walk down until you arrived to a private parking garage, megumi slipping out his keys from the pocket of his hoodie as you approached a shiny black luxurious car sitting neatly in a spot.
his car was really fucking nice, and you figured so being as he was one of the most popular players and probably had more than enough money in the bankâ your fingers trembling as you gripped the passenger side door, settling yourself inside his plush cool leather seats and all black interior.
megumi pressed the âstartâ button and his engine roared to life, the motor echoing through the structure as you clumsily tried to put on your seatbelt, your cheeks growing pinker with each passing second that you just couldnât get the stupid damn thing toâ clickâ
he reached over across the console and took the seatbelt from you, pulling it over your body and clicking it secure without a word.
âthank you.â you said softly, eyes trained to your lap.
megumi gave you a small nod and backed out of his parking space, driving around a couple of rows before making his way out with the night air softly breezing through your hair as he drove, his dash illuminated with blue lines that ran smoothly across.
âcan you put your address inââ
âoh yeah!â you jumped. âsorryââ
you reached over and tapped in your address on his big touch screen, watching the way the gps registered the location and gave him the estimated time of arrival.
forty fucking minutes.
âmegumi..â
his eyes looked over at you for a second before turning back to the road.
âhm?â
âi live kinda far from here and i donât want you to drive the opposite way from where you live.â
you leaned a little, eyebrows pinched. âi can take an uber seriously, this is too much trouble iââ
âyouâre already in my car.â he deadpanned.
âiâll jump out.â
he pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile.
âi have child lock on.â
âchild lock?!â you gawked. âis this what you think of me?â
âyouâre a little helpless⊠and youâre a crybaby.â he mumbled. âchild lock stays on.â
you giggled after, your eyes shining and filled with mushy feelings for him as you nodded. âyouâre probably right.â
he looked over at you then, and he smiled, softly.
âwhat do you do?â
you fidgeted. âhâhuh?â
âdo you umâŠâ he ran his thumb over the top of his gear shift. âdo you work? do you go to school?â
heâs asking you?
âi go to school!â you responded shyly but kind. âi go to a college thatâs about fifteen minutes from your stadium. i usually go and meet up with my best friend after class if thereâs a game.â
he hummed. âare you a big baseball person?â
you grimaced.
do you lie? do you tell the truth? do you roll down his window and attempt to jump out of the car that way?
you played with a strand of your hair. âiâ i umââ
he raised an eyebrow.
âiâ donât?â
he cocked his head. âyou donât?â
you shook your head no, completely ashamed of who you are as a person as you covered your eyes.
âi knoww i suuucckkk,â you whined. âthe only things i know about baseball are home runs and grand slamsâ which you did!â
you pointed at him excitedly. âlast year! i remember you hit a grand slam! i got so excited that for once i knew what the fuck was going on and why everyone was going crazyâŠâ
you fiddled with your fingers nervously, your eyes trained to the road. âi felt so included.â
he chuckled, and unexpectedly, reached over and gently ruffled your hair.
you then stared at him as he did so, doe eyes wide and cheeks pink.
megumi was truly just beautifulâ his smooth face that didnât have a single blemish on his skin shining under the moonlight, his black spiky hair peeking from under his cap that you had no doubt in your mind was soft and velvety.
you hated that youâd probably do anything for that man.
âiâm sorry i made you cry,â he repeated, you recognizing his words from before.
your eyebrows furrowed.
he was still thinking about that?
you shook your head furiously, âyou didnât! i swear itâs okay. iâm just crazy.â
he huffed out a laugh.
megumi thought you were odd, but in a good way. he thought everything you did was a little funny, as you were jumpy and clumsy and a crybaby and helpless, but he also took note of how polite you were. he noticed how considerate you were of him even though you were really upset, and you were kind of sweet⊠really sweet actually, your personality something that was totally different from the usual girls that came up to him.
well, the usual girls that used to come up to him back when he first started.
megumi pulled into your driveway and shifted the gear into park, the doors automatically unlocking.
you opened the door and stepped out before leaning down and peeking your head in.
âthank you for the ride!â you said sweetly, a cute smile on your face. âiâm sorry you had to listen to my confession against your will.â
he shook his head. âitâs alright.â
you went in to close the door.
ây/n.â
you leaned back down, âyeah?â
âare you gonna stop coming to our games?â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek, your eyes darting around the interior of his car nervously.
âiâ i donât think so.â
âgood.â
megumi watched you close his door and walk back a bit, him shifting his gear into reverse as the corners of his lips turned a tiny bit upwards.
âiâll see you then.â
as you watched him pull out and drive away, his engine roaring down the street, you could not stop or simmer down the way your heart raced against your chest, so much so that you were afraid it was going to burst through your chest and literally kill you.
the next time you went to a game, you hadnât told your close girl friend yet as she led you through the crowd and down to the v.i.p. lower level seats like always, a kind courtesy of yujiâs that he did whenever he could.
as you watched, you embarrassingly spotted megumi almost the minute you arrived, stars and hearts in your eyes as you watched him do his thing and work magic through the field with his absolutely insane batting, strong and purposeful as he barked orders or observed the opposing team for leads.
once his and the opposing team switched sides, megumi looked up as he jogged, his eyes seemingly scanning the v.i.p. front sections until he spotted you.
he raised a hand and gave you a little wave, and your eyes widened as you timidly, hesitantly, gave him one in returnâ your cheeks turning pink.
âwho are you waving at?â
your girl friend pressed a cheek against yours and looked.
âwho is- fushiguro?!â
you looked at her sheepishly.
as you recounted the story to her, her eyes bulging out of her sockets and screaming her head off every two seconds, her head snapped to the field.
âi have to tell yujiââ
âno!â you gripped her shoulders. âitâs literally nothing! he drove me home and he probably just feels bad for me.â
âmegumi isnât the type to make a crying girl feel better or drive her home.â
âitâs because he knows that we know yuji.â
âmm i donât think so..â she scowled, crossing her arms in eventual defeat as she stared straight ahead.
thatâs how it went for about a month.
you would come to their games, megumi would wave at you from the field or you would catch his attention and wave at him, and you would briefly speak to him casually just after his games, your conversations with him usually lasting no more than three minutes as he was often pulled by his coach or a crew member.
but even though the conversations were short, they were really nice, and the both of you never seemed to notice the people around you wanting his attention until he physically had to get pulled away.
but you still refused to go inside the locker room, knowing that was surely the place where you had to talk to him for longer than three minutes. you were too scared, embarrassingly so as you bid your girl friend and yuji goodbye from just outside the door before leaving every time, completely unaware of the way megumi would stare expressionless at you from inside.
when your girl friend invited you to the teamâs yearly banquet, you flat out said no, decision firm and unmoving as she begged you over and over and over again.
âplease please you have to go! you canât avoid megumi forever!â
âwhat is the purpose of me going though?â you sighed, shaking your head with a smile at the sight of her dramatically on her knees over you. âfor you it makes sense because youâre with yuji but whatâs the excuse for me? iâm not anybodyâs plus one.â
âyes you are,â she got back up on her feet and wiggled her eyebrows, âyouâre megumiâs plus one.â
âbye i wish,â you mumbled, plopping down on your bed.
âokay youâre my plus one, or yujiâs! so he has two plus ones!â
she walked over and sat down next to you, resting her head against your shoulder as she sighed. âplease come. you donât have to talk to megumi okay? fine. but just come with me, iâll have a better time if you do.â
you gave her a silly smile and thought for a moment, her sad tone swaying you as you finally gave in.
âonly if you swear you wonât force me to talk to him.â
she nodded eagerly.
âi swear!â
so you stood there, nervous and biting your thumb as you frantically looked around, dressed in a pretty black off the shoulder mermaid style gown with a high slit exposing your legâ fiddling with your styled hair as you waited and waited and waited for your girl friend to come back from the dessert table with yuji.
you hadnât seen megumi yet as you were trying to keep on a look out, because the moment you did see him all dressed up? you were sure you were going to start pathetically bowing for him on your knees in front of all these people and end your social life forever.
finally, she came back and handed you a little pastry, you thanking her kindly and taking a small bite.
âwait no!â she gasped, turning her pastry around. âfuck, i got the wrong one. i meant to get the vanilla one this is coconut.â
âi can get it for you this time.â you smiled kindly, her looking at you gratefully as you patted her shoulder, making your way over to the dessert table.
your eyes lit up like stars at the sight of it, grand and luxurious as any kind of pastry you could ever possibly think of was presentâ neat and gourmet-like, each adorned with elegant toppings as multiple huge chocolate fountain stations ran from the sides.
âhi.â
you jumped and looked to your right, megumi standing there beside you with a bored expression, clad in a polished black button up and slacks, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
you gulped.
âhâhi.â
âi didnât think youâd come.â
he lazily picked up a tiny slice of chocolate mousse cake and looked at it.
âi was dragged by my best friend,â you puffed out a laugh. âshe said i was her and yujiâs plus one or something like that.â
he nodded, biting his cake slice and swallowing.
âyou stopped coming inside the locker rooms.â
you faltered.
he noticed that?
âoh yeah! i justââ you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. âiâve been really busy with school so i study right afterâŠâ
for some reason megumi eyed you carefully, and your cheeks grew pinker the more he blatantly stared at you as you fidgeted.
âare youââ
âfushiguro!â
you both turned your heads to the source, and you spotted an unfamiliar guy, one who you assumed was on the team with them, smiling enthusiastically and throwing a heavy arm around megumiâs shoulder.
âwhoâs this? iâve never seen you talk to anyone besides us!â
megumi only spared him a nonchalant glance before he looked back over at the dessert table.
the unknown man extended a hand out to you, and megumiâs eyes snapped to it.
âhi! iâm takuma!â
you cheerfully took his hand. ây/n!â
âare you megumiâs girlfriend?â
you gawked, guilt and embarrassment already filling your body at the thought of megumi finding that comment uncomfortable and being uncomfortable because of you.
at his own banquet.
ânâno!â you shook your head, eyebrows pinched. âi came with my best friend and yuji.â
takuma unhooked his arm and let it rest beside him. âoh nice! you know yuji as well?â
you nodded, âmhm!â
the rest of the crowd began to take their seats for the awards ceremony segment, and the three of you walked over to your designated table by yuji and your best friend, whoâs eyes widened at the sight of you next to megumi.
you all sat, and takuma pointed to the empty seat next to you.
âis anyone sitting here?â
âoh no!â you smiled politely. âitâs empty you canââ
âtake mine ino.â
megumi pulled out the chair next to you and plopped down on it, scooting up. âitâs closer to the front.â
huh?
âoâoh!â takuma scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. âokay! thanks fushiguro.â
he only nodded in response and stuck his face in his champagne glass, sipping.
and he was right. you watched as takuma navigated through the circular tables before sitting in a seat that was right smack dab in the front.
âthatâs really nice of you megumi!â you chirped. âhe has such a good view now!â
âmhm.â
your best friend smacked a hand to her forehead with a shake of her head, and you looked at her quizzically.
the awards ceremony was the most fun youâve ever had, as you were over the moon for all of the players that were awarded prestigious titles and recognitions, and even more excited for yuji and megumi, the both of them combined taking award after award that by the time the event was done, your table was filled to the brim with frames, medals, and trophies.
your doe eyes glowed over megumiâs earnings, pride and admiration bubbling in your chest as you took in the result of his hard work, feeling like he was the most talented person you ever had the privilege of knowing.
he stared at your enamored look.
âyouâre so cool, gumi..â you gushed, not even noticing the little nickname you gave him.
but he did.
âcool baseball man?â he responded softly, referencing your words from when you first met.
your eyes snapped to his and you gave him the shiniest smile, nodding quickly. âyeah! cool baseball man.â
megumi looked down at his awards, and after a couple of seconds, picked up a shiny gold medal hung on a baby blue striped lanyard, holding it out for you.
âhere.â
your eyes traveled down.
âwhat?â
âfor you.â he pushed the medal forward.
shock crossed your face, and you frantically shook your head, pushing the medal back to him. âno! no megumi thatâs yours you earned itââ
megumi rolled his eyes and held on to the edges of the lanyard, effortlessly setting it over your head and around your neck, the medal clinking and twinkling against your chest.
âi have four others. itâs fine.â
âno butââ
he carded his thumbs underneath your hair and gently slid your hair out from beneath the lanyard, setting it delicately over your bare shoulders.
yuji and your best friends jaws were on the floor, but you didnât notice, too busy ogling over the fact that megumi fushiguro was the kindest person you had ever met, utterly amazed that he selflessly gave you something so precious. you.
your gaze trailed down to the medal, and you softly touched it with the pads of your fingers.
âtâthank you gumiâŠâ
his lips twitched.
you realized then that the music had started and the crowd had already dispersed to celebrate, some dancing in the center while others mingled on the sidelines or hogged the dessert table.
and you spotted your best friend with yuji, the both of them smiling adoringly at each other, laughing and dancingâ something bashfully wished for yourself as you grinned softly at them.
megumi followed your gaze, and he huffed an amused small laugh through his nose.
âthey met at a party didnât they?â
you looked to him and nodded, âuh huh! i was with her. she was so scared to talk to him and i literally had to throw her in.â
he scratched his cheek. âi remember. i was there.â
your jaw dropped. âyou were?!â
he nodded. âand i remember you too.â
you sat there in silence.
how long had megumi been around in your life without you knowing? how didnât you ever freaking notice?
before you could press any further, megumi squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fingers to his forehead in pain, groaning softly.
you jumped, âare you okay? whatâs wrong?â
he shook his head. âmigraine. the lights are fucking with me a little.â
âoh!â you frantically looked around the table and around him. âwhere are your sunglasses? the dark ones the ones you ran into a wall with!â
megumi snorted and shook his head again, eyes peeking at you a bit. âitâs fine. i left them at home.â
your eyebrows rose, âyou left them?â
he nodded and dropped his hand, sitting up straight and trying to open his eyes fully to seem normal, but his lids only dropped again and his forehead fell to rest against the table.
âiâm sorry,â he mumbled. âjust give me a minute.â
âdonât be sorry gumiâŠâ
you figured the rest of the night was going to be like this, and if megumi stayed, he was going to end up dealing with the dull ache in his head for hours on end and not enjoy his banquet.
but you wanted him to enjoy it. this was his night, and you didnât want him to spend it pissed off and writhing in pain.
âdo you want to leave?â
he turned his head to the side and looked at you.
âwe can umââ you fiddled with the medal around your neck. âwe can go outside? or we can go for ice creamâŠâ
you tilted your head to the side cutely, and you were oblivious to the way megumiâs cheeks went a little pink at the sight.
âill pay though!â you smiled sweetly. âitâs the least i can do for the medal you gave me.â
he gave you an endearing half smile and nodded.
your eyes lit up. âreally?! okay!â wait let me just say bye to my best friend and let her knowââ
you quickly stood and walked over to the dance floor, megumi watching after you before picking up his black blazer and holding it underneath an arm, wondering how the fuck he was gonna pick up all of his awards himself.
ây/n!â your best friend gushed. âyouâve been talking to megumi for hours what the fuck is going onââ
you laughed. ânothing! it was nothing but iâm gonna go get ice cream with him!â
âwhat?!â her and yuji said in unison.
âdid he ask you?â yuji pushed.
âno!â your eyes narrowed. âof course not iâm a big fat loser why would he? i invited him because he has a migraine soââ
your best friend hummed, a smirk on her face. âoh i see... use protection.â
âhuh?!â your jaw dropped. âno! thatâs notââ
ây/n!â
you turned and saw takuma walk over to you, a big smile on his face. âyou enjoying the banquet?â
âoh yes! itâs really great!â you smiled kindly. âthe dessert table is absolutely insane.â
âright?!â takuma stepped closer to you. âthey go all out every year, itâs what everyone looks forward to.â
âi can definitely see why!â
he chuckled and nodded but then turned to you, speaking quieter. âlisten um⊠i was wondering if you were uhâ well if you wanted to dance? with me? yâknow⊠maybe get to know each other better and thenââ
yuji shoved his lips to your best friends ear.
âheâs stealing megumiâs girl.â
âi know!â she whispered harshly. âwhat the fuck do we doââ
âi donât know!â
âwell call megumi overââ
suddenly, a tall broad figure walked in between you and takuma, your vision blocked by his back.
âsorry ino,â megumi stepped to the side a little and placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you towards the exit. âwe were just leaving.â
yuji and your best friend gave each other a low high five before their eyes darted around, putting on false ignorance.
âsorry!â it was nice meeting you takuma!â you called from over your shoulder before the both of you stepped out of the venue and into the cool night air.
megumiâs car was parked right out front, him unlocking the doors with a button just like he had done the last time, you noticing how all of his awards were set neatly in the back seat.
âoh iâm sorry gumi! did you carry these over by yourself? i was gonna help youââ
you sat yourself on his passenger side seat, the leather creaking with every movement you made.
he shook his head. âi had my publicist team do it. itâs fine.â
âoh okayâŠâ you mumbled, still feeling a little guilty that you didnât help him.
you went to reach for your seatbelt when megumiâs arm flew in front of you and grabbed the strap, pulling it over your frame and clicking it securely before his hands wrapped back around the steering wheel, just like he had done a month prior.
you couldnât make out his expression, as it was blank and stone-like and not a word was coming out of his mouth as he backed out from the parking space, but you smiled at him cutely nonetheless and thanked him.
the nearest ice cream shop was literally down the road from the venue, and the drive took less than three minutes before megumi pulled in and parallel parked on the side of the street.
you both stepped out and walked inside, the shop colorful and vibrant as what looked like twenty different assortments of ice cream were on display, your eyes launching across each flavor excitedly.
âi havenât had ice cream in a fat minuteâŠâ you murmured as you pressed your hands against the glass.
âme neither.â
âwhich flavor do you want megumi?â you asked him sweetly, your eyes still glued to the flavors that it made him chuckle.
âumâŠâ he stepped forward and scanned the different colors. âiâll take whatever you get.â
you looked at him and your eyebrows softened, âare you sure? what if you donât like it?â
the cornerâs of his lips turned upward, the sight making your heart skip a beat.
âitâs okay. i trust you.â
you ended up getting your all time favorite flavor that you never skipâ cake batter, one that tastes different depending on whoâs palette it is, and something you anxiously thought over as you gnawed on your bottom lip and stared, waiting for him to try it as you both sat on a park bench not too far from the shop.
âwhy do you look like youâre about to cry.â he snickered lowly.
your eyes snapped to his and you giggled. âi might if you donât like what i picked out.â you plopped a little spoonful in your mouth, the cold ice cream melting and spreading over your tongue as you swallowed. âcake batter is a hit or miss for different peopleâŠâ
he hummed, âhow come?â
âitâs either too sweet or just nasty.â
âi have a sweet tooth.â
your eyes lit up, âso do i! iâm a big sweets person. i love love desserts and chocolate and ice cream⊠but iâm not the biggest fan of candy.â
âyouâre not?â
âi love candy but not how i love sweets⊠and i wouldnât randomly pick it out like at the store because i wanted to. most likely i would get a cookie.â
megumi liked how much you talked.
âhave you always had a sweet tooth?â he pressed on, looking at his ice cream cup.
you nodded. âhave you?â
ânot really,â he shook his head. âi didnât pick it up until i metââ he stopped. ââŠmy dad.â
met his dad?
megumi spotted your confusion and continued.
âmy actual dad disappeared. dunno where heâs at. all iâve heard is that he had a bad gambling addiction so iâm guessing it had something to do with that.â
your eyes softened.
âgojo is kind of like my dadâŠâ he mumbled. âheâs supported my sister and i financially ever since i was maybe five or six.â
âyou have a sister?â you murmured, eyes big.
he nodded. âi do.â
he scooped a bit of cake batter ice cream up with his spoon and plopped it into his mouth, smiling softly. âgojo gave me a sweet tooth. he canât go a day without it.â
youâd never heard megumi open up so much before, and you felt incredibly lucky and special to be the one to hear about his family and share a precious moment with him over eating ice cream, something you wanted to treat delicately and remember for as long as you lived.
âdo you like it?â you asked softly, gesturing to his cup.
âi love it.â
you beamed, and he took in your cute smile for a minute as you ate some more on your end.
âiâm sorry about your actual dad⊠but iâm glad you and your sister got the support you needed when you were young.â
he nodded.
âdid he encourage you to do baseball? or was it you?â
âhe did initially.â he shook his head. âhe was annoying at first, was a cheerleader at every game and was so loud.â
you giggled.
âbut i grew to like it⊠and thatâs what i wanted to do for a career. if it wasnât for gojoâs funding i wouldnât have been able to.â
you hummed, savoring the ice cream a bit before swallowing. âthatâs really nice, gumi. iâm really happy you got the opportunity to grow your skill out like thatâŠâ you swirled the ice cream around your cup with your spoon. âwhat you have is a solid gift, and i would hate to see it not get the recognition it deserves when youâve worked so hard to make it what it is now.â
you looked at him. âso iâm really, really glad that it does get it.â
megumi stared at you, face blank and a scoop of yet to be eaten ice cream on his spoon, his cheeks growing hot.
âi donât know why you think so highly of me.â he murmured.
everyone thinks heâs rude.
your eyebrows furrowed. âi donât think megumi, i know. youâre not a mean person, youâre honest and serious about the important things in your life. and if the medal around my neck that you gave me selflessly doesnât tell you otherwise? i might have to kill you.â
he laughed, loud, his eyes sparkling. âyou might?â
you bit your lip to refrain yourself from freaking out over his smooth laughter. âi might.â
you subconsciously rubbed your hands over your chilling arms then and megumi eyed it before he put his cup down, reaching next to him for his blazer and opening it up as he gently placed it over your shoulders.
you looked at him like he was the world then, doe eyes big and round and shimmering, and megumi felt like he could do anything with that look as long as it came from youâ a permanent red tint on his cheeks that was entirely your doing.
âthank you..â you mumbled shyly, your eyes glued to your now empty cup of ice cream on the bench as you clutched the sides of his blazer, the smell of him wafting in your nose that made you absolutely weak.
megumi timidly, slowly, reached up and moved a strand of hair from your eyes then, and you looked up.
âprettyâŠâ he murmured, dazed even.
his hand fell and landed gently on your exposed thigh from the slit of your dress, but instead of moving it, he let it stay there, his hand smoothing over your plush soft skin as he was completely entranced by your heavenly face, his body pulling his lips closer to yours as megumiâs breath quickened with absolute need the higher up his hand trailed up your yummy thigh.
you couldnât say a word, he practically didnât let you as his lips pressed delicately and timidly against your plush ones, his mouth moving so slowly and his tongue parting your wet lips for the purpose of devouring more of you, all while his fingertips reached and felt the side straps of your pantiesâ the material alone making him erratic and desperate while his other hand gripped your waist tightly.
your mouths moved faster now, the sounds of wet smacking and lips separating to reconnect with more greed than before muffling your ears as he breathed heavily through his nose, his eyebrows pinched together in pent up everything as he finally had you with him after months of you avoiding him.
and then you pulled away with a wet pop.
âiâiâm sorry!â you covered your mouth. âi didnât mean to kiss you!ââ
what?
megumiâs eyebrows furrowed, both of your chests heaving as his cheeks and lips were blushed red.
he shook his head, âno i kissed youââ
âdonât cover for me gumiii,â your shoulders slumped, your brain so in denial that he could ever like you back that it tricked you into thinking you were the one kissing and all over him. âfuck iâm sorry⊠that was so disrespectful andâ and weird of me and iââ
megumiâs hands slipped away from your body and he shook his head, his eyes dead locked on yours with his eyebrows pinched together. ây/n no youâre not understandingââ
âiâm the biggest creep on the planet man i understand if you donât ever want to speak to me againââ you covered your face and leaned forward.
megumi stared at you astonishingly as he listened to you ramble apologies and dramatic insults for yourself continuously, his shoulders slowly relaxing and his lips turning into a soft knowing smile, your random speech starting to make absolutely no sense at all and his heart aching at the fact of how naive you were.
ây/n.â
you stopped. âwhat.â
he reached over and pulled your hands away from your face. âyouâre helpless, you know that?â
âhelpless and a creep.â
he laughed and shook his head. âstop it.â
he stood and offered his hand out for you.
âitâs getting late, iâm driving you home.â
megumi decided he would properly speak to you about it the next time he saw you⊠except he didnât.
you started avoiding him like the plague again, horrendously horrified about what you believed you had done, thinking that it was better if you stayed away from him and fulfilled your initial task of forgetting him, no matter how much it hurt you.
you didnât want megumi to ever be uncomfortable or experience what you believed he experienced with you. he didnât deserve that. he didnât deserve a pathetic little fan girl that never left him alone and hindered his work on the field, even though you wished so badly you could see him again, as the taste of his lips and mouth never left your fuzzy mind.
you kissed megumi fushiguro.
âoh my god y/n, youâre so stupid.â
âno iâm not! do you really believe megumi could ever like me back? no! absolutely not. i kissed him and i fucked up and thatâs it. iâm staying away from him.â
your best friend ran her fingers through her hair and almost tore a chunk out in frustration. âit sounds like he kissed you! he had his hand on your thighââ
âthat was for stability! heââ
âno it was to feel you up!â
you shook your head side to side with your arms crossed. ânope nope nope nopeââ
ây/nnnn!â
as for megumi, the next game he had he looked for you while on the field like he always did, looking forward to seeing your precious face and giving you a little wave⊠except he couldnât find you. after the game, he went around the stadium and towards the locker room, inside and back out, the parking lot, his parking lotâ
and he couldnât find you.
this went on for a full three weeks of game after game nearly every day him doing the same exact thingâ him getting increasingly more confused and a bit upset at your disappearance, going as far as to staying hours after his games still in his sweaty baseball uniform and cap with hopes that youâll turn up.
except you never did.
and at the end of the third week, he had had enough.
âoh hey megumi!â your best friend greeted him, her hand fixing around yujiâs hair in the locker room after a game.
âhi.â
he stood there and said nothing, and your best friend eyed him skeptically. ââŠyes?â
megumi shifted awkwardly. âhave you um⊠have you seen y/n?â
she sucked in a breath. âuh yeah. i saw her this morning.â
âthis morning?â his eyes narrowed. âis she okay? why hasnât she been coming to our games with you?â
âbecauseââ she stammered. âwell becauseââ
âis it our place to say?â yuji muttered.
âis it our place to know?â she whispered back harshly.
âi donât know!â
âletâs just tell him!â
âbut what if!ââ
megumi rolled his eyes and huffed. ânevermind. please tell her to come tomorrow, i need to talk to her.â
your best friend gulped and nodded, both her and yuji watching the way he walked away and snatched his cap off, throwing it inside his locker and slamming it shut with his foot before picking up his duffel bag and leaving, not even bothering to change out of his dirt covered uniform.
âiâve never seen him so stressed,â yuji commented.
âitâs because he likes her and sheâs being an idiotâŠâ your best friend sighed sadly.
so when she came to you the next day and told you megumi needed to speak to you, she amplified how upset he was to get you to feel bad and feel the urgent need to come to the game tonight, which you of course did.
and you were worried. so so worried and scared that he was finally going to tell you off for kissing him, to tell you that you sucked and that he never ever wanted to see you again in his life and that you were a disgusting human beingâ
but the roar of the crowd pulled you from your thoughts, the team winning once again as many began to pack their things and take their leave. you were completely and utterly shitting yourself, petrified and already heartbroken over the fact that megumi was officially going to cut you off as a friend when you hadnât even had the chance to try and win him over yet.
and the way he played on the field tonight was way more aggressive than normal. he was louder, meaner, and didnât take his eyes away from the ball or his opponents as he nearly got into a fight with another player, yuji and a few others needing to pull megumi apart and set him aside to cool offâ the cameras and reporters having a field day in regards to him.
and that bothered you like nothing else. why the hell were they so excited over him getting angry? to amplify the brand that he upholds as the teams meanest player? as if theyâve never had a bad day a day in their lives? what was the point?
and it was all because of you, you realized.
you made him upset.
you covered your face with your hands and groaned, feeling like you wanted to cry.
ây/nâŠâ your best friend patted your back. âitâll be fine⊠he just needs to talk to you! you donât even know what itâs about.â
âi can take a wild guess.â
she looked at you worriedly before picking up her things. âwhenever youâre ready babe⊠i think heâs in the locker rooms by now.â
she left you there to gather yourself, and you sat there for a couple of more minutes before finally getting up and making your way to the locker rooms.
most of the fans had cleared out by now, and the sun was beginning to set as you passed and squeezed through crew members and news reporters, gnawing at your bottom lip as you turned a corner and spotted the locker room, many of the players already leaving.
just as you had reached your hand up to open the door, a firm voice called out to you.
ây/n.â
you froze, retracting your hand as you turned to look.
megumi stood there at the end of the hall, his baseball uniform still on and his cap dangling from his belt loop, hands in tight fists with his chest rising and falling, an agitated look on his face that you had never seen before.
âhâhi-â
âare you trying to forget me? is that whatâs going on?â
your eyebrows furrowed.
âwhat?â
megumi took stride full steps towards you. âyou finally talk to me, you confess to me, you disappear for a month, i wait for you, you finally show up at the banquet looking like the most beautiful woman iâve ever seen in my fucking lifeââ
he stopped in front of you. âtakuma tries to steal you from me, i get pissed off, i fall for you at the park, i kiss youââ he threw his arms up. âand you disappear again!â
your eyes bulge out of their sockets.
fall?
âyou what?ââ
âso iâm asking you again,â megumi bent his knees to look at you at eye level, his hands coming up to cup your pink cheeks and his face so close to yours you can make out the exact color of his eyes.
âare you trying to forget me? like you said you would?â
you fidgeted.
âiâ i was doing it for youââ
âwhy for me? i never saidââ
the feeling of his big hands on your cheeks was making your heart do backflips and trick shots as your wide doe eyes looked at him.
âbecause when i kissed you i made you uncomfortable and i donât ever want you to be so i thought itâd be best if i left you aloneââ
âokay letâs fix that right now,â his hands tightened slightly around your cheeks and he readjusted his footing, knees still bent. âi kissed you. if anything i should be the one worried if i made you uncomfortable because i put my hand on your thigh like that and for that iâm sorry.â
âno butââ
âyes y/n. i kissed you because youâre polite and youâre sweet and youâre funny, and you donât see me as rude like everybody else does. and even though youâre naive and helpless sometimes, i like that you are. i like you.â
âbut youâre megumi fushiguroâŠâ you squeaked.
âso?â
âand iâm a loser.â
he laughed so cutely and shook his head, his pearly whites fully shining at you so big that it took you back to the first time he smiled in front of you.
âno youâre not you big dummy.â
he let go of your cheeks and placed his palms flat against the brick wall behind you, cornering you in as he let his head hang low, the top of his spiky black hair the only thing in your line of vision.
âi donât know how else i can make you seeâŠâ
he sounded so exhausted, and your heart clenched.
âwas itââ you timidly placed your hands on his shoulders. âwas it actually you that kissed me?â
he nodded, head still hung.
âand do you actually like me? likeâ like more than a friendâŠâ
âway fucking more,â he mumbled.
you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to contain yourself from screaming.
you couldnât believe it. the megumi fushiguro, number eighteen, the most handsome man youâve ever seen and the kindest one youâve ever met⊠liked you.
âi couldâve sworn i kissed you..â you spoke softly, trailing off.
âyou didnât.â his voice was firm. âi kissed you and i put my hand up your thighâŠâ his forehead lifted to rest on the crook of your neck as he sighed a deep breath.
âi toldâ i told takuma to scram at the banquet because i got jealous that you were talking to him more than me. i saw you crying in the hall that first time we spoke and i recognized you and i went up to you because finallyââ
he picked his head up slowly, eyes serious. âfinally, you noticed me.â
he was so close that your nose brushed gently with his.
âyouâre so dense y/nâŠâ
megumiâs eyes flickered to your lips, âiâve wanted you since the party.â
âthe party?â you murmured.
he nodded. âthe party where your friend first met yuji.â
your breath hitched as you felt his hands slide down the wall and snake over your hips, holding you tightly against him as the shock of his words made your body numb and tingly.
since the party?
it all seemed to click into place then, every single moment megumi tried to get you to look at him, to talk to him, in his own discreet way that you were completely oblivious to. and you were so fucking caught up in this fog of denial, that a person like megumi could never be interested in a person like you, that it made you push him away for the longest time without even giving yourself a chance.
you were so fucking stupid.
your arms slowly wrapped around his broad shoulders, the rough feeling of his baseball uniform underneath your fingertips and arms as you pressed your nose up against his shoulder shyly, feeling so incredibly bad for avoiding megumi for so long.
âiâm sorryâŠâ you mumbled. âiâm sorry i was so oblivious gumi.â
you felt him shake his head from the crook of your neck silently, the vibration of his heart beating rapidly against you making you sweat and melt at the same time.
âdonât be.â
âi justââ you struggled. âi just thought you didnât like me like i liked you and i wanted to respect your spaceâŠâ
âi understand,â he muttered. âbut i donât want you to respect my space anymore.â
you held him tighter.
âandââ your voice was slightly muffled by his shoulder.
âhm?â
âi liked it when you put your hand on my thighâŠâ
megumi stilled, you playing the night he kissed you over and over in your head again like youâve done since it happenedâ the thought making you nervous and timid.
he gripped you tighter.
âdid you?â
you nodded, âmhm.â
megumi without parting from you, slipped a hand under your shirt and soothed his fingers over the bare skin of your torso, your breathing stuttering, his rough hand radiating warmth.
âwhat else do you like.â
you gripped the fabric of his uniform.
âi like⊠i like the way you kissed me. and how you touch me⊠like right now.â
your voice was so so soft, practically a whisper as he seemed to shiver under your words, wanting more.
âwhat else.â
âyou,â you mumbled. âyour body⊠your hair⊠your face⊠your hands⊠the way you talk to people.â
âyou want me?â he murmured breathlessly.
âmore than anything.â
âwhat else do you like?â
you leaned your head back a little and pressed your lips to his ear. âthe way you play ball.â
he hummed, âyou like the way i play baby?â
you nodded, your heart hammering.
he lifted his face from the crook of your neck and shamelessly pressed his lips to your cheek, murmuring.
âyou wanna see what else i can do?â
âwhatâ what else?â
megumiâs face remained pressed against your cheek as he let both of his hands now snake underneath your shirt and upwards, slowly but roughly groping the cup of your tits over your bra, feeling you up as you gasped.
âuh huh..â he pressed an open mouthed wet kiss to your pink fuzzy cheek. ââcause i can do a lot more than just be your cool baseball man.â
he roughly spun you around and pushed you up against the wall, his hands coming back up to your breasts to grope you as he shoved and rubbed his hardened clothed dick against your perky ass, your tiny skirt riding up and revealing your pretty pink panties that made him absolutely feral.
âgumi!â you gasped. âsâsomeone could seeââ
âi donât fucking care.â
megumi buried his nose further into the back of your neck and your hair, him being a little pervert in the most delicious and intoxicating way possible.
he dragged his mouth up against your skin and latched on to the nape of your neck, sucking and biting sloppily against it as he marked you aggressively, no doubt in your mind that a purple bruise would follow soon after as his hands slipped under your bra now, pinching your hard nipples meanly and laughing when you jumped.
you moaned and whined against the wall, your body trembling as you felt your slick arousal slip from your hole and dampen your panties, choked up embarrassment coating your face as he shoved his fingers down your skirt without warning.
âyouâre soaked babyâŠâ he whispered. âand all because i grabbed your tits?â
âmegumiiiâŠâ you whined, and you squeaked as he quickly slipped his fingers in between your pussy lips and pinched your clit.
âgumi,â he corrected. âfix it.â
âgâgumiââ
âgood, pretty baby...â he praised, his dick rock fucking solid against your ass at the way his fingers slipped and slid in between your lower lips without much effort, both of your chests heaving and panting as your brains frazzled erotically.
the sounds of footsteps echoed from the end of the hall and you both immediately froze, a gasp slipping past your lips before megumi quickly covered your mouth with the same hand that was just fingering you.
âshh.â he kissed the back of your head.
if anyone were to walk in and see the sight before themâ megumi with his crotch pressed up against your ass, a hand pushing your top and bra up, squeezing your bare puffy tit and the other covering your mouth?
theyâd drop dead.
without another moment wasted, megumi uncovered your mouth and turned you around, his tongue darting out and licking the patch of wet on your cheek from his fingers before shoving them in his mouth, sucking up your left over juice as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting and throwing you over his shoulder.
megumi was freaky.
your eyes widened as he walked to the double doors of the locker room and kicked it open with his foot, turning around to lock them shut before walking to a corner and setting you down gently on a bench, his palms flat beside you on the smooth wood as he towered over you.
âisâ is everybody gone?â
âlong gone.â he nibbled at your cheek.
âbutâ but what if someone wants to come in?ââ
he pulled away and got down on his knees. âiâll tell them to fuck off.â
you panted as he pressed his hands against your thighs and squeezed, spreading them apart slowly with his eyes trained to your drenched cute pink panties.
he slid his hands underneath your thighs and lifted, bending you and pressing your knees closer to you as your back hit the lockers behind you, your hands gripping the bench for dear life.
âhas anyone ever seen your pussy?â he gruffed, licking his lips.
you shook your head, embarrassed. ânâno.â
âhas any other man touched you the way iâve touched you?â
âmâmaybe in high school?ââ
megumi sunk his teeth into your inner thigh and bit you as you yelped.
âthought you liked me.â
âi do!â you sputtered.
âclearly not if youâre being a little whore and letting other filthy men on you.â
your hole clenched.
âthatâ that was before you!â
he stuck his tongue out and pressed it flat against your pussy covered panties, dragging it slowly and agonizingly up until the tip of his tongue passed and flicked up against your clit, the tip moving around and around your little nub as your thighs shook.
âdoesnât matter.â he let a string of drool fall from the corner of his lips and over your ruined underwear, your eyes fluttering as you felt his warm saliva ooze in between your lips.
âand what about takuma, hm?â
you tried to open your eyes. âtaâtakuma?â
âmhm. he was all over you.â
you hiccuped as he wrapped his fingers around the straps of your panties and pulled them down.
âiââ
âbet he wanted to do to you what iâm doing right nowâŠâ he hummed. âwould you have let him?â
he stuffed his nose into your bare pussy and inhaled deeply, your jaw dropping as you squeezed your eyes shut.
your lack of response caused him to pull away and bite your thigh again, harder.
âwould you?â
ânâno!â you shook your head quickly, strands of your hair lightly grazing your face. âi wouldnâtââ
âso who then?â he licked over his bite mark. âwho would you spread your legs open for like this and let them see what a nasty fucking girl you areâŠâ
âyou gumi!â you hiccuped. âjust youââ
âjust me?â
megumi finally let his tongue slither itself in between your folds, slowly running over your flaps and clit as your hole continued to squelch out your arousal, pooling on the bench beneath you.
âyâyes!â
he slobbered and spit over your pussy like a starved dog, his face glistening like sugary glazed sweets.
âthatâs what i fucking thought,â he hummed. âyou gonna try and forget me again?â
âno!â you shook your head. ânever! i canât!â
he gripped your thighs tighter as he absolutely violated your folds then, wet sloshing and slurpings filling the air as he spat and shook his head side to side rapidly on your clit, you squealing and attempting to snap your thighs shut in response, his strong grip not letting you even if you tried.
âiâi canât!â you cried. âgumi slow please itâs too muchââ
âbe a pretty baby and stop complaining.â he ran his slimy tongue over your pussy entirely before shoving it inside your hole.
you choked and clasped a trembling hand over your mouth, tears of ecstasy spilling from the corners of your eyes as you squeezed them shut.
you whimpered and moaned and cried so pathetically, so cutely in his ears that he grinned as he pumped his tongue in and out of you filthily.
âyouâre so fucking sweetââ he slapped your cunt and you jumped. âgood thing i have a sweet tooth.â
your legs shook violently as you began to see stars, your tight hole clenching and sputtering around nothing as you felt your release approaching.
âgumiââ your hand flew back to the bench and you gripped it. âmâgonna cum! iâmâ iâm gonna make a messââ
megumiâs hand shot up and wrapped around one of your thighs so the tips of his fingers met your clit, his digits proceeding to rub and flick it as you climbed and reached your high, a high pitched scream echoing through the steamy locker room as your pussy leaked your sweet cum on his tongue.
you shuddered and jumped at the way he cleaned up your release and swallowed it, running his tongue soothingly over the bite marks on your thighs before coming back up and wiping his glistening face with his sleeve.
megumi leaned in and pressed a gentle loving kiss to your lips, a complete turn around from the feral beast you had in between your legsâ you kissing him back with just as much feel and affection.
he pulled back and got back up on his feet, you watching him ditzy as he jogged over to his locker and turned the lock until it clicked open, him rummaging inside for a little before he shut it and came back with a fresh pair of gray sweatpants.
âput these on baby,â he murmured.
you nodded sweetly and took them from him, you slipping off your skirt and pulling his sweatpants over as you watched him bend and look over corners.
âwhat are you looking for?â you asked softly.
he perked up then and stuck his hand under a bench, pulling out your wet ruined pink panties and holding them up high like a trophy.
âoh my godââ you covered your mouth in embarrassment. âgive me those!â
ânope.â he shook his head and walked over to his duffel bag on the floor, unzipping it before stuffing your panties inside. âthese are mine now.â
megumi came back up and wrapped his palm underneath your chin, tilting your face up softly before planting a sweet kiss to your swollen lips.
âand so are you.â
and that you were.
you went on many many dates with megumi after that, each and every single one so incredibly lovely and fun, a genuine connection you felt with him and each other that you had never ever felt before in your life, absolutely enamored by the way he gently treated you and made you feel like the only one that mattered in his life.
your best friend was obviously over the moon for you, squealing like a maniac at everything you told her, and always teased megumi about his lovesick face whenever you came to his games or appeared in the locker room to help him change, sort his clothes, or fix his hair.
âmegumiâŠâ she snickered. âyour cheeks are a little red! are you likeâ sick?â
he scowled at her and turned the other way, wiping his sweaty forehead as he watched you bounce down the steps cutely and onto the field after one of his practices, a huge smile on your face that replicated on his.
the minute you jumped into his arms, he peppered your little cheeks with kisses as you giggled and ruffled his spiky hair, asking him how he felt about practice and other things after he set you down.
without anyone noticing, a journalist was on the field, and at the sight of megumi fushiguroâs beaming toothy smile as he watched you run to him, they quickly snapped a photo and published it.
one was a perfect portrait photo of his shining white smile (that later became his signature picture) and the other was a photo of his arms out for you as you ran, the both of them causing an absolute uproar that altered megumiâs image from that day forward.
megumi fushiguro was thought to be the meanest player on the team since the day he got signed.
but when he started taking more pictures with fans, kind of stopped offending the people around him, signed more autographs, and smiled occasionally at the paparazziâ all while your pretty self stood right next to him?
megumi fushiguro was sometimes the meanest player on the team.
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IâM SAT
ART BY: nyakkari on x !!!!
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"--need to go--" kiss "--just for a minute, let me--" kiss "--go to the bathroom, I--" kiss "--god, you're a menace, I'll lift you onto this counter, and you'll stay there until I get back--" giggle, kiss.
You whispered filthy whispers against Kento's lips, playfully dragging him back to you by the collar each time he tried to release himself.
Half-huff, and half-kiss, he grumbled and spun you around as you laughed, gripping your hands behind your back and pressing you forwards against the counter.
"--unhand me, wife, or I'll tie you up--"
"--don't threaten me with a good time, Kento--"
"--truly-- truly incorrigible woman--"
You laughed again, arching back against him, and pressing his cock into the crease of your barely-covered arse until he moaned; in annoyance, or lust? You weren't sure. Perhaps both. You had the bit between your teeth.
Kento wouldn't put up with your shenanigans for much longer. He slapped your arse, jiggling it with a growl, and dashed past your swiping hands to the bathroom. You whined, then sighed to the sound of his victory chuckle, the bathroom door clicking closed behind him.
Silence-- for 30 seconds. A minute. Two minutes. Three. You called out, smirking.
"Doesn't take that long to pee, Ken--"
The bathroom door clicked open. A low, mulish grumble sounded from within.
"I...can't go."
You frowned, stifling a laugh. "What?"
"I can't go. I'm too hard. I...can't pee."
Bursting out into laughter was your downfall, and it broke down into panicked squeals as Kento stomped out of the bathroom after you, his lap tightly tented over his cock.
He tossed you onto the sofa, dragging you back by the legs when you tried to wriggle and escape, and pinning you beneath him with nuzzled growls to your throat.
"--thorn in my side-- too erect to piss, and other problems my wife causes--"
"--oh, no, whatever can we do to fix this--"
"--you're talking too much and wearing too many clothes, as usual-- come back here-- certainly one thing we can do to fix this, madam--"
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nanami knows that his dick is good. that his dick can turn a 2/10 day to a 10/10 week. that even though you hated giving head to your ex-boyfriends, youâd gladly drop anything to suck his dick.
nanami watches you, letting out short groans and whines as he watches your mouth move up and down his dick. whenever, wherever, heâll let you have it. heâs yours and youâre his! ofc heâll let you have him anytime <3
nanami who dicks you down anytime youâre horny, stressed, or just plain wants it. heâs ready when you are! heâs suck a gentlemen with it too, cleaning you up after you suck him off or take his dick, gently cleaning you with a damp towel or the wipes he keeps in the dashboard of his car.
nanami doesnât believe in condoms, well, he did but after you let him hit it raw once, he was hooked for life. heâs such a gentlemen though, so if you want him to wear one he will but you both know it feels better when youâre skin to skin.
nanami who, even though he loves receiving, loves giving even more. heâll have his head in between your legs, sucking on you like his life depends on it. even when you tug on his dirty blonde, salt and pepper hair, he shakes his head.
ââm not done, sweetheart. need to finish eating, yeah? you gonna let me?â
nanami who looks at you from between your legs, lovestruck after you pass out from rounds of head from him. his eyes never your head is laying against the pillow as if youâre deep in a peaceful sleep, a contradiction to the events that just conspired before.
âpoor baby.. aww, donât worry, iâm hereâ
nanami who cleans you up each time after heâs in between your legs. in the bathroom, he admired the white slick left on his face and chuckles as he washes it off. heâll take a damp cloth and a glass of water from the kitchen before he comes back. sitting on the edge of your shared bed, he gently cleans you before closing your legs, pulling e covers on you
âsee you when you wake up, love. iâll be hereâ
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âbaby stop im trying to readâ
âwhat do you mean ma im just getting warmâ
toji was in fact not just getting warm. his big calloused palms were currently underneath your (his) shirt fondling your tits. it wasnât uncommon for toji to have his hands on your breasts as you read before bed. He used them like stress relievers. warm and soft and comforting to the touch. you had your kindle in one hand and the other placed on his head gently rubbing at his scalp as he nosed his way into the crevice of your neck.
âfuck baby you smell so good. you always smell so clean and vanillery.â
that made you smile.
âyeah i know i smell great.â
he laughed at that because yes you did always smell great. god he was so comfortable right now. nothing on the planet could top this for him. with your boobs in his palms toji could overcome anything. his touch became a bit heated and you knew this would soon be escalating. but you werenât going to be the one giving in, if he wanted you he was going to have to ask. carefully his fingers began to pinch at your nipples and he knew he had you right where he wanted you when you began to mewl at his touch.
âwhat are you reading about thatâs got you like this baby? are you cheating on me?â
âhowâs it cheating if iâm reading you buffoon? and you know exactly why.â
he couldnât help but smile at the easy banter that was so common between the two of you.
âwant me to do to you whatever youâre reading about?â
and just as toji began to hike up your shirt with the intention of putting his mouth to work you both heard a slight little patter of feet on the hard wood floor. you couldnât see anything due to the darkness in the room but you were pretty sure someone was here. toji lifted his head up with his hands still holding your chest under your shirt and craned his neck over the edge of the bed when he felt a little finger pat his shoulder.
âdaddy i did sickâ
âoh megs for fucks sake.â
authors note: i didnât expect to receive so much love on this lil drabble! thank you so much lovely people
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thinking about nanami kento, your boyfriend who just gave you a copy of his apartment key.
the thought of being able to welcome him home excites you so much that you practically abused that key by using it so much for the first few weeks. and it's like a routine at that point; nanami coming home to you sleeping on his bed, or on his kitchen making food, or on his couch reading/watching television, or his personal favorite: running up to the door happily to envelop him in your warm embrace.
it made him feel somewhat giddy, that you're so comfortable in his haven. made him pick up his pace a little faster each time he went home from work.
until one day what greeted him was silence, you're nowhere to be found. and it truly took minutes, before it finally dawned on the man.
you don't live with him.
he has gotten used to the new habits so easily that he forgot. nanami smiled defeatedly to himself as he sat on the couch. a day without you had him in shambles. the quietness he once enjoyed now felt deafening.
...asking you to move in with him would definitely be too soon, right?
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no one is sexier than nanami kento taking his shirt off while ranting about his day at work. and yes, the pants are another story⊠anyways, so
it pisses you off how he isnât even trying to be persuasive; he is literally unwinding after an awfully long day at work and youâre watching him while laying on your shared bed with a blanket thrown lazily over your figure.
nanami stands a few steps away, facing the open door of your shared closet whilst his fingers lazily drag over the holes with buttons in them, popping them out one by one. you bite your lip in excitement when he starts taking his shirt off, thick muscles of his back and shoulders flexing deliciously as he lets out a brief relieved sigh(as opposed to your very very bothered sigh).
you mindlessly hum to his rhetoric questions and agree with everything he says while your body chooses to invade nanamiâs space, as if under magnetic pressure. kicking off the blanket, you take a few steps forward in time with him putting on his sleeping shirt and wrap your arms around his middle, face burying itself between his shoulder blades, breathing him in, deep.
kentoâs movements come to a halt and he turns around in your hold, the corners of his lips curled up slightly as he gazes down at you fondly. so fondly that you even feel shamefully guilty for ogling him while he was ranting about an awful day, exhaustion seeping through his every word like the nasty thoughts about making him feel good through your brain ;))
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kento nanami would unconsciously close jars a little bit too tight due to his fear of spoiled food, causing you to need his help every time you wanted to access a jar he had used in the past. yet, he never realised how tight these jars were and the level of difficulty in opening it.
slowly, he started to realise a pattern. every single jar you'd ask for help to open, it would be a jar he had used recently. the jam he used to eat along with his bread daily, the jar of mayonnaise, every single other jar he had opened, you asked for assistance.
realising this pattern, he started loosening the jars by just a little bit every time he closes it. and you just stopped asking for help, that's when his suspicions were confirmed. you were struggling because of him...
a little voice in him tells him to tighten a jar once in while, to see you asking him for help as he desperately missed. but he just can't bring himself to consciously continue this behaviour, his love for you stepping over any personal need of his, knowing that in the end, a simple pleasure towards him could cause a debilitating stress towards you, he couldn't bear that thought.
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all angles~
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IâM TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.
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birds of a feather . Û« êŁà§ .
{olympic figure skater!satoru gojo x olympic figure skater f!reader}
summary: you and satoru have known each other since childhood, two little birds navigating through life together as you shared one dream in commonâ to win gold at the olympics, you both a figure skating pair as you moved and performed and fell in love as the years went by, both balancing off a trembling tight rope and holding on to keep each other in place, a silent agreement that if you indulged and fell into the depths of the truth of what you were, youâd run the risk of losing your careers and each other, yours and satoruâs biggest fears. but youâre growing, and itâs getting harder to hold back⊠especially for satoruâ that trembling tight rope on the verge of snapping in two.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, childhood best friends to lovers trope, cursing, DIABOLICAL ANGST BUT WITH HAPPY ENDING I PROMISE!, mentions of death and loss, mentions of injury and blood, FLUUUFFF, satoru loves loves loves you, SMUUUTT, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it yâall), creampie, pussy eating, dom satoru, pussy drunk satoru, DIRTY TALK, pet names, figure skating, the olympics, true love <3
word count: 22.3k (I KNOW PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASEâ)
authors note: YYYOOOUUU GUUUYYSSS THIS ONE IS MY BABBBYYY AND IM CRYING NOW WRITING THIS LMFAOAOAO. i hope you all love it seriously i GLADLY worked day and night writing this and iâd do it all over again just to see yâall happy :) THANK YOU for your support it is UNREAL, and like always, I LOOVEEE YOUUU MWAAHHH <333
you first met satoru when you were six at the skating rink.
he was only a year older than you, both of your mothers coincidentally signing you up for the same youth ice skating lessons for beginners, meeting and chatting it up seeing as you and satoru were the youngest in age out of the rest of the parents there and their children, you both automatically put together by your coach and separated from the older kids to do warm ups.
and even though the age difference was only a year, satoru at first treated you like a little helpless tiny thing who needed assistance in everythingâ the cute pink ribbons in your hair doing you an injustice and further implementing the image of a little girl who had no clue of what was going on around her, thinking you were cutesy and he was determined to be your little knight in shining armor when the time came.
until he saw you skate.
what satoru didnât know, was that you were a prodigyâ related to one of the most famous ice skaters in olympic ice skating history, akira, as her talent was blessedly passed down to you through your fruitful system and the lucky processes of geneticsâ chosen as you barely even had to be taught, you catching everything right away by the coach without any sort of slip and fall⊠unlike satoru who was clumsily struggling to even glide through the ice without wobbling.
and little satoru was astonished by you and your talent, his first impression of you drastically changing by the end of the first lesson as he shakily slid across the ice over to where you were, patiently doing little turns on the ice while you waited for your mother to finish up talking to another lady (it was satoruâs mother).
âhi!â he had greeted you, a huge goofy smile on his face as you slowed down and looked at him, returning a shy smile of your own.
âhi.â
âiâm satoru!â he extended a hand, eyes shooting wide as he suddenly lost his balance and slipped forward, on the brink of face planting on the ice as his hands quickly flailed out and gripped the edge of the rink to save himself.
you giggled, tiny hands reaching and holding his arm steady as he tried to regain his balance.
âare you okay?â your shy voice asked, and he grinned through his wobbling.
âyeah! iâm okay! donât worry!â
but he still couldnât stabilize himself.
âmaybe we should sit on the bench?â you suggested sweetly. âso you donât fallâŠâ
âokay!â
you gripped him as hard as you could (which really wasnât a lot for a six year old) and slowly moved with him on the ice, supporting him until you were both out of the rink and seated on the bleachers.
âwhatâs your name?â he chirped, his hands clutching on the edge of the bench as he leaned forward and looked at you kindly, legs swinging.
âyây/n.â
ânice!â he cheesed, looking at you. âi saw you skate. youâre really good!â
âtâthank you.â you mumbled, shy and alarmed that a boy was talking to you.
âwhen did you start skating?ïżœïżœïżœ
you looked at him confusedly. âum.. today?â
his eyes bulged.
âhah?! today?!â
you jumped at his outburst, cheeks pink as you quickly nodded.
âwowww!âŠâ he gushed with stars in his eyes. âthatâs great! i saw you doing turns and things. i can barely move on the ice⊠itâs slippery.â
âwellââ you peeked up at him shyly. âmyâmy aunt taught me some stuff⊠but not a lot.â
âyou have someone in your family that skates?â he asked excitedly with huge blue eyes. âhow cool! hopefully i can catch up to you and at least moveâŠâ
âthatâs okay...â you smiled. âi know you will.â
âreally?!â he gushed again before leaning back, nodding his head cutely. âif you think so, then i know so!â
and you giggled at him, your timid wall slowly crumbling down at his bubbly and kind personality as he was a chatterbox and talked to you about anything that had to do with olympic ice skatingâ him knowing so much about it and nearly screaming his head off and panicking when he found out that your aunt was none other than akira, now knowing exactly why you were so good at skating in the first place.
satoru looked up to you. so much so that it was comicalâ seeking your approval over the following years during lessons and not even listening to the damn coach himself as he listened more to you, wanting you to teach him how to do bunny hops or backward crossovers and giving a big fat attitude to anyone else who tried to coach him, whining and snoring away until you and your little bows skated over to him to teach him.
and because of that you spent a lot of time with satoru in and out of lessons, even more than you ever spent with your own friends at school as you clung to him at all timesâ him cheering and encouraging you on when you were shy in certain situations, and you teaching him everything you could about skating and bringing him little bags of strawberry gummy puffs since he had the biggest sweet tooth you had ever seen, you both cemented and stubbornly attached to the hip with neither wanting to let go.
and when your motherâs planned a little playdate at the local outdoor ice skating rink on a chilly december dayâ an enormous christmas tree sitting tall and glorious by the rink with twinkling star-shaped fairy lights and jingle bells surrounding the plaza, you and satoru spinning each other around and dancing and giggling over the murmur of classic christmas songs, they saw the potential⊠an idea sparking in their heads amongst their cooing and picture taking.
you and satoru were both originally put into the ice skating world to train and be independent professional skaters, olympic athletes to be more specific when the time came.
but that concept quickly changed the second you met.
nowâ you and satoru were an olympic ice skating pair, the subject materializing when your motherâs pulled you out from those simple ice skating lessons (you both already way past getting the basics down since your skill combined with you teaching satoru had you both surpassing the class) and paying for a professional couples figure skating coach to get you guys started now and early.
and the both of you were over the moon, especially satoru, as he absolutely adored you and begged his mother literally every fucking day if he could go over to your house or over to the ice skating rink with you to dance, you doing the same and the two of you crying and wailing on the floor whenever times wouldnât work out and plans fell through, your motherâs having to give in and drag you to each otherâs houses so you would both stop crying.
when akira found out you were officially figure skating, she nearly drove into the side of a building speeding over to your house from being out of the country for so long competing.
âis it true?!â she burst through the doors, your mother rolling her eyes after being startled half to death over her bizarre behavior. âis my little niece gonna be a figure skater like me?!â
you gasped excitedly upon seeing her, getting up from your spot on the rug and running over to akiraâs open arms, leaving your coloring book and crayons behind as she swung you around.
âshe started when she was six you know thatâŠâ your mother grumbled, folding various kitchen towels.
âbut you just told me now that sheâs not independent!â akira countered, setting you down and holding you out at arms length, eyes wide and eager. ââbut partner figure skating! like me!â
she shook you. âwhere is he?! your partner! is he here? is he your age? is he nice?â
you perked up and looked over to the kitchen. âoh mommy! satoru should come and meetââ
âhis name is satoru? oh my goodness how cuteeee!â she cooed, pinching your cheeks. âis he handsome? do you like him? do you have a crush on himââ
your little cheeks blazed as your mother threw a kitchen towel at her.
âsheâs eight aki! jesus christ.â
âlove has no limits.â akira wiggled a finger, and you giggled.
your mother called satoruâs place soon after, his mother excitedly conversing over the other line about how the akira was finally back in town and how satoru was gonna lose his mind once he saw herâ you knowing he was the biggest fan and sometimes told you facts during lessons that you didnât even know about your own aunt.
and when they finally did arrive, satoru was stiffâ frozen in place with tight arms at his sides by the living room as his alarmed big blue eyes looked at akira with a sickly pale face, you snickering behind him.
âhi satoru!â akira greeted, leaning down with her hands on her knees to look at him at eye level. âitâs nice to meet you! y/n tells me you like my skating?â
âuâuhuh.â he responded dumbly, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, knowing satoru would cry and whine about it later if he heard you.
âthatâs great! iâm happy you skate too⊠and with my niece i should say!â she spoke kindly, ruffling his snowy colored hair up and standing upright, placing her hands on her hips and looking like a straight freaking superhero in satoruâs eyes. âyou wanna compete in the olympics?â
âuh huh.â
a laughing breath hurled from your throat and your cheeks puffed up like a squirrel, clasped hands still over your mouth and face going red from how hard you were trying to keep it in.
âthatâs what i like to hear.â she smiled, a shiny impressive one as satoru still stood there in a stuck daze.
âwork hard okay? the both of you. so you can catch up to me someday, yeah?â
your hands slowly fell from your mouth then, eyes filled with admiration and determination as you both eagerly nodded, looking at each other hopefully.
âyou thinkââ satoru stammered, looking at akira. âyou think we can⊠win three gold medals like you?â
âoh absolutely!â she shrugged. âi donât doubt it at all.â
you and satoru gushed, glittering little eyes as you stared up cutely at akira, her giving you both a silly grin.
âhow long have they been doing partner work?â she asked your mother suddenly, watching the way you and satoru chattered then excitedly about the actual possibility of competing for the olympics someday.
âmmm, i wanna say for about a year and a half? maybe two?â she looked over at satoruâs mother, who nodded in agreement. âtheyâre with a coupleâs figure skating coach right now.â
akira hummed and shifted her gaze back down between the two of you.
âiâm training them from now on.â
both mothers froze, eyes wide as they stared at her.
you and satoru hadnât even realized what she said, still caught up in your little bubble of the olympics and metals and competitions until your mother caught your attention.
âdid you hear?â
you shook your head. âhear what!â
âakira wants to coach you and satoru.â
his jaw dropped and he nearly passed out on the floor, you quickly grabbing his shoulders as he reeled over.
âareâ are you sure?â your mother continued, looking at her sister now. âarenât you busy? i thought you were only here for the weekend.â
she waved her off. âi need a break from skating for a little⊠at least until the next olympics.â
akira turned to you then and smiled warmly. âand i wanna coach my little niece and her new buddy! if thatâs okay?â
âyesyesyesyes!ââ
both you and satoru bounced up and down and cheered, arms up as you tackled and hung off of akira like a jungle gym, her laughing and smiling big at your enthusiasm.
akira was the most important figure in your life, right next to satoru as she became a mother figure to the both of you as well as your mentor.
and training with her was not easyâ your age not an excuse at all whatsoever in her eyes to not learn proper figure skating moves and technique, saying it would only serve you right in the end if you started adapting your bodies to it now rather than later.
and like most things, akira was right. but even though practices were grueling and tough to the point where you had to drag satoru across the ice to get up, she always tried to make them fun in the endâ cracking jokes and teaching you guys silly little tricks that you could do with each other on the ice that she figured out over her years of skating with her partner, taking you both out for ice cream frequently after and telling you of her travels competing around the world, the people sheâd met, and the titles sheâd wonâ all things that were you and satoruâs ultimate dream as you listened eagerly.
by the time you were twelve and satoru was thirteen, it was obvious you guys were meant to be olympic athletes together.
âyou need to pick your leg a little further up on the spin, toru.â
he stuck his tongue out. âsays who.â
âsays me.â you poked his cheek. âand iâm pretty sure aki told you before she left too.â
âyes maâam!â he nodded, gliding a bit further away from you on the ice before picking his momentum up and reaching you, him bending his knees and wrapping his arms around your torso as you both went into fast spins, one leg extended for the both of you as your arms gripped over his shouldersâ practicing the routine akira had given you for your upcoming competition.
âyeah like that!â you smiled, spins gradually slowing down and satoru coming back up from his bend until you both stood still on the ice. âgood job toru!â
he grinned and ruffled your hair. âthanks!â
âmhm!â you responded, turning and skating away to the edge of the rink to hide the blush that was rising in your cheeks.
âwhat?!â he whined. âwhere are you going? do i stink?â
âno!â you laughed, shaking your head. âjust the usual sweat and B.O.â
âaw no!â he quickly skated to the edge of the rink and out before flying for his duffel bag. âi hate being a man i hate puberty this is ridiculousââ
âiâm kidding im kidding!â you called from across the ice, cackling when he stopped and whipped his head over, glaring at you. âyouâre fine toruâ not stinky.â
âwell youâre stinky for putting me in distress how about that?â he huffed, an eventual smile playing at his lips as he put down his duffel bag and went inside the rink again.
akira was currently on her way to compete at the olympics for her fourth gold medal in partner figure skating, you and satoru having no doubt in your minds that she was going to absolutely clear everyone else there and get it, as sheâs never gotten silver or bronze or anything lower than that.
âwhen do we fly to see aki again?â satoru called from across the ice, gliding to and fro in figure eights. âdonât say tomorrow morning because i havenât started packing yet heh⊠oops.â
you giggled. âit is tomorrow morning, dummy.â
âno!â he stopped and shoved his hands in his hair. âi havenât even started planning my outfits! oh i was gonna take so many pictures what am i supposed to do nowââ
you laughed loudly and skated back over to him, hands wrung behind your back as you looked at him cheekily. âyouâre silly toru. outfits for what? literally just show up.â
âitâs not everyday we leave the country y/n!â he whined. âi wanted to sport my best and look cool, dang it.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and lifted your hand, patting his head.
âiâll show up in pajamas and you show up in yours, and weâll call it a day. hm?â
he grinned.
âmatching? or seperate? and what color? plaid?â
âtoru!â
he laughed and skated past you, nudging your shoulder with his in the process. âiâm just messing with youuu, matching obviously!â
satoru came back around, reached up and straightened the ribbons in your hair, little white bows sitting pretty as a blush rose to his cheeks when he was done.
âwanna run it three more times and call it?â he suggested. âi wanna make sure i get what you told me down before we go.â
you smiled and quickly nodded, taking satoruâs extended hand and skating together to first position.
watching akira win gold in person for the first time in your life was an experience youâll never forget.
and she did it fucking beautifully.
with every precise move, with every articulate angle you and satoru screamed and yelled like crazy people in front of the rink while waving around your countries tiny flags, cheering with fat tears rolling down your faces when she successfully landed each time, holding each other so tight with mushed up cheeks throughout her routine with her partner and still in anxiousness when the time came for revealing final scores.
no one could skate like her. absolutely no one as she speedily glided across the ice and spun, prepped herself for the hardest most impressive turns you had ever seen in your life, and performed a quadruple axel rotation in the air all on her ownâ things that have always earned her the highest scores for three successive olympic years.
and four nowâ because when akira and her partner stepped up on that podium, you and satoru had to basically be yanked back by your mothers with the way you both tried to jump over the edge of the rink to her, her standing there like a beacon of light on the first place podium, a gold medal hung rightfully around her neck with flowers in her arms as she smiled so so big and happily, her eyes not once leaving you and satoru.
eventually when the ceremony was over, amongst all of the buzz and the crowd roaring and picture takingâ akira quickly skated over to the two of you and leaned on the edge of the rink.
âakiiii!â you both wailed and flung your arms around her neck, her giggling and hugging you both back as best as she possibly could despite the mass amount of bouquets in her hands.
âdid i do okay?!â she yelled over the noise.
you both pulled back and looked at her like she was insane.
âdid you do okay?!â you gawked.
âakiâ you won a fucking gold medal!â satoru yelled.
âHAH!â she laughed loudly. âdonât say that word in front of your mommy satoru sheâll chop my head off and kill me!â
you both giggled uncontrollably.
akira leaned her head in then and you and satoru followed through, all three foreheads resting against each others.
âlisten to me for a second.â she started. âyou guys are birds of a feather, okay? you need to stick together and fly together as one.â
she let you both go and dropped the bouquets she was holding on the icy floor before placing a hand on yours and satoruâs outer cheeks, bringing you in. âdonât fight. donât separate. donât leave each other. you need to keep each other and what you have safe.â
you both quickly nodded, tears funnily gathering at the corners of your eyes at what she was saying, and she smiled.
âyes partner figure skating is about chemistry and technicality, but itâs about love⊠and sometimes just that. without genuine love, nothing will click.â she let your cheeks go and grabbed her shiny gold medal, holding it up. âthis will be yours. i promise you.â
akira put down her medal, wiping both yours and satoruâs wet cheeks. âbirds of a feather. stick together. keep each other safe. do you understand?â
the two of you sniffled and nodded.
âand i need to stop cussing in front of you guys during practices, donât i?!â she smiled warmly, and you and satoru shook your heads frantically.
âno keep doing it!ââ
âitâs funny please!ââ
ever since akira told you that, it became you and satoruâs thing.
before and after every competition, with every hello and every goodbye at the beginning and end of the day, throughout the hours randomly whenever you both felt like it, youâd lock pinkies and reiterate âbirds of a featherâ before kissing your thumbs and locking your promise in placeâ another one of the many other ways youâd show that you loved each other.
but whether it was platonically or romantically remained unknown until you both hit high school.
perhaps it had always been romantically⊠that you werenât exactly sure of. but the way you and satoru had been treating each other since you were literally the age of six, made the technicalities of what it was blurry and a little confusingâ for you couldnât even remember when it was that you started loving satoru.
maybe it was that very first day when he skated over to you, wobbly and clumsy with a cheesy smile.
and as if it wasnât already confusing enough of what the two of you were, the way you acted made it ten times worse.
but youâd been that way since foreverâ embracing each other a little longer than you should, innocently kissing each others cheeks and heads and hands, calling each other pet names and being each otherâs dates to every single school danceâ
but it was all harmless. not a single bad thought behind it and doing it like a reflex.
it was like you both were line balancing across the thinnest tight rope known to mankindâ flimsy and unsteady, always on the verge of toppling over and falling completely into the darkening depths of the truth of what you were, but catching each other just before you did to regain balance back on the rope.
neither of you said it, but if you and satoru ever dared to be anything more than friends, and if something were to happen where you had to break upâ youâd lose your first love, your best friend, and your entire career all in one.
the consequences were too drasticâ you both knew that.
and you didnât want to break your promise⊠so you acted blind to it.
by the time you were seventeen and satoru was eighteen, akira started training you for the international skating union competition to earn a spot for the olympics.
wellâ she actually started when you were about fourteen, but as the years progressed, her coaching and critiques got increasingly more difficult and nitpicky as well as the moves she taught you, wanting you both to build endurance to it and perfect it so that by the time you reached the age requirement for the olympicsâ it would be easier to train for it and be formidable competitors against the other pairs.
you and satoru wanted to be olympians more than anything else in your lives, and akira knew just how important this was for the both of youâ making it her absolute mission to help accomplish solely that as she saw herself through the two of you.
your dreams were just like hers, and she respected and nurtured the fact with everything that she had.
âup! aaand up! and take herâ throwâ land oh shitââ
just as you had landed a semi complex throw jump, you lost balance and landed right on your ass, sliding across the ice on your side.
it was rare when you fell, and you absolutely despised when you did.
âfuck!â satoru quickly skated over to you and knelt down. âare you okay?!â
âwhy canât i land that man?â you whined, covering your eyes.
akira smoothly traveled over to you both.
âitâs okay! we just learned it today sweets likeâ right now⊠youâll have it down in the next five minutes.â satoru smiled softly, carefully helping you up on your skates and checking you over.
âdonât overly punish yourself, y/n.â akira reached and pinched your cheek. âi love that youâve always been so serious about your technique, but you have to leave room for error my love or else youâll choke yourself out.â
satoru ran a soothing hand along your back and you smiled cutely up at him, his heart jittering so much from it that he had to quickly retract his arm.
you nodded, always taking satoruâs and akiraâs words seriously like inscriptions to a stone wall. âokay!â
he grinned and kissed the side of your head before taking your hand and leading you to first position like always.
akira smirked.
âare you guys together yet!â she blurted from across the ice and you both choked as she skated over.
âare weâ are weââ you stammered.
âwhat?â she breathed out, placing her hands on her hips. âare you at least in love?â
satoruâs blue eyes bulged open with a furious pink tint to both of your cheeks.
âaki!â you whined, embarrassed. âstop itââ
âhave you guys at least gone on one date?â
satoru pouted. âno.â
âiâmââ you played with your fingers. âiâm going on one todayââ
âyouâre what?!â he whipped his head in your direction, eyebrows furrowed.
âyeahâŠâ you looked at him. âiâve never gone on one and some guy at school asked me so iâ i just thoughtââ
you thought itâd do you some good, since the one you wanted you couldnât really have.
âare you actually..?â satoru trailed off, an unfamiliar strike of something in his chest making him a little upset.
but he knew damn well what it was.
âbutââ akira stared at you wide eyed, pointing at satoru. âbut itâsâ itâs supposed to beââ
âaki!â satoru quickly grabbed her arm and lowered it, eyes snapping to you next. âis it that one guy you told me about? from your english class?â
âuh huh.â you fidgeted. âhe asked me again and i felt bad saying no so iâ said yesâŠâ
satoru swallowed, nodding.
âoh you big dummies!â akira groaned. âweâll talk about this later or else iâm gonna go into fucking cardiac arrest from frustrationââ
she skated off to the edge of the rink and out, leaning on it from the outside with her head dramatically hung.
you both got into starting position, but you faltered when you noticed satoru was oddly quiet and stiff.
ââŠtoru?â
he blinked down at you. âhuh?â
âyou okay?â
âoh!â yeah.â he smiled weakly. âiâm fine baby.â
âyou sureââ
âwhat time is your date?â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek. âitâs a bit after this... i told him to just give me time to shower and get ready.â
âif he canât accept you stinky then heâs not for you.â he shook his head in distaste. âheâs already failing in my eyes sweets absolutely flunking. maybe you should cancel it? yeah i say cancel itââ
you laughed, heart in your throat as your eyes gleamed up at him. âi can barely accept you stinky so i wouldnât blame himââ
âhey!â he placed an exaggerated hand on his chest. âitâs not my fault i literally put my heart and soul out on the ice just for you to skate all over meââ
you gasped offendedly. âi donât skate all over youââ
âdo too!â
âdo not!â
âdo toââ
âyou guys!â akira called. âyou know i love it when you guys love on each other it makes me so happy and envision your wedding but right now we have to grind!â
you both froze up and snapped your heads in her direction with red faces, whining.
âaakkiii!ââ
you practiced what you had of the routine a couple of more times, a few new moves and jumps added after each run until akira called it a day upon noticing you and satoru were practically sweating your asses off and messing up several times out of exhaustion.
âgood job today you guys!â she smiled, patting you both on your shoulders. âi feel like the next time we meet weâll have the choreography down... from there we just need to perfect it and you should be good for the next competish, okay?â
you both nodded and thanked her, sweet smiles on your faces as she reached up and pinched a side of both your cheeks.
âmy little babies.â she cooed. âoh how youâve grown! you guys were so little when we started now satoru is huge man jesus christââ
she lifted her hand and reached up to measure satoruâs height from his forehead, her passing it over the top of her head and eyes widening at the huge gap.
he laughed and puffed up his chest. âi got big and strong too aki see?â he flexed an arm. âsee? eh?â
âthat you did!â she laughed brightly, ruffling up his hair. âthe strongest.â
you giggled and skated over to the edge of the rink to pack up, internally panicking a little that you guys went overtime and it was almost time for your date.
âsatoru..â akira whispered, looking over her shoulder to make sure you werenât listening. âwhatâs going on? you still havenât asked her out? i thought you said you were gonna do it.â
âno..â he mumbled. âbut we canât. and she knows that too soâ so what am i supposed to doââ
she gawked. âdo you not see whatâs happening?! sheâs gonna go on a date with someone else! off with this stupid fear you guys have already seriously.â
âwe caanâtt aki.â he pushed sadly. âitâs too risky.â
âbut itâs not though!â she threw her arms out. âyou guys have known each other since practically birth i feel like if it wasnât meant to be you wouldâve separated by now!â
satoru gnawed at his bottom lip in thought, eyes trained to the way your bows moved in your hair as you swung your duffel bag over yourself, smiling softly once he realized you had kindly packed his things for him too as you sat on the bench and waited for him to take you home.
akira sighed.
âitâs not my place to tell you guys what to do⊠but love has no limits. you know that.â
he nodded, smiling weakly at her as they skated out of the rink and prepared to lock up, akira hugging you both goodbye with a family kiss to your cheeks and you separating ways with her for the day, but not before her reminding you guys of practice tomorrow and that she loved you over her shoulder.
satoru was dreading you going on your date as he droveâ the both of you normally talking about random things like always but his mind unable to stray from the fact that you were actually giving some random dingbat a chance.
it was rare when either of you would talk to or date other people, never even as your heads have always been so focused on figure skating and competitions⊠but also on each otherâ taking care and loving one another that you never needed anybody else since you were everything to satoru and satoru to you, and you were both confident that absolutely no one could ever step up to that level.
so why were you going on a date?
but he shouldnât be like this. he knew that. there was a silent agreement between the two of you to never fall off that thin tight rope and keep each other balanced. and you were allowed to see and date whoever you wantedâ something that he probably should do as well to try and get over the fact that youâd never really be his.
satoru pulled up to your driveway and shifted his gear into park.
âthank you toru!â you smiled sweetly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
âyouâre welcome.â he murmured. âcan iâ can i come in with you? and hang while you get ready?â
you quirked a brow. âi thought thatâs what we were already doing silly.â
âokay well invite me woman!â you both got out of the car and walked up the steps to your front door. âyou canât just assume. what if i was busy? what if i also had a date? hm?â
you gave him a sly grin as you twisted in your keys to unlock the door. âdo you?â
â⊠no.â
you giggled and pushed open the door, the both of you immediately clasping your hands over your mouths to keep your laughs in at the sight of your mother sprawled out on the couch dead asleep with drool coming out of her mouth, the tv softly playing in the background as you quietly shut the door, went up the stairs and into your room.
satoru sat on your desk chair lazily while you quickly hopped in the shower to get ready for your stupid date, staring at the framed photographs on your nightstand that all consisted of you and him over the years, smiling softly at his favoriteâ a picture of the two of you when you were babies, cheek to cheek with huge smiles at the park as you held ice cream cones in each of your hands, satoru more than sure akira was the one who took that picture.
the sound of your door clicking shut pulled him from his thoughts as you walked in, drying your pretty hair with your little fuzzy towel and throwing it in the hamper once you were done.
âoh! i was gonna show you! i got these ribbons the other dayââ you got down on your knees and looked under your bed, sticking a hand in and pulling out a white box as you picked it up and shuffled with your knees closer to satoruâ sitting back on your ankles.
ââi was running out of ribbon so i got these!â you held up the box and satoru took it, examining the various pastel colors with warm eyes. âsome of them are polka dotted and i thought that was cute.â
âit is sweets!â he agreed.
satoru loved the ribbons in your hair, and youâd always wear them without fail because you knew just how much he did.
âi wanna start wearing bows too.â he wiggled his eyebrows, and you giggled.
âare you saying you wanna steal my brand toru?â you picked up a blue roll of ribbon from the box, a color that matched satoruâs eyes. âthought you were an honest man?â
he gasped. âi am an honest man! is it not obvious enough when i help you with your math homework? when i sacrifice my dignity and text you answers during your tests?â
you giggled and unrolled a strand of ribbon. ânot when you eat all of my sweets that you actively dig through my room forââ
âbut theyâre always the strawberry gummy puffs!â he whined. âthey make me a slut.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and stood, grabbing your little scissors and snipping off a piece of blue ribbon from the roll, stepping in front of satoru and leaning.
âwatcha doing?â he asked, placing his hands on your waist.
âiâm putting a little bow in your hair before i leave!â
he hummed. âdonât think itâll look as good on me as they do on you.â
you blushed, taking little pieces of white hair from the top of his head and wrapping the ribbon around, tying it the same way youâve been doing for yourself since you were the age of nine.
you took a step back once you were finished and laughed. âyou look cute toru!â
he raised a silly brow. âdo i still look big and strong?â
âbig and strong and prettyââ
âplease donât go.â
you stilled.
âwhat?â
satoru looked down, his bangs hiding his gorgeous eyes as he did.
âon your date.â he mumbled. âdonât go.â
you placed your hands softly on his shoulders, and his hold tightened a little around your waist.
âwhy?â
âbecause like i said if he doesnât accept you stinky then he canât have you when you smell like vanillaââ
âtoru...â you spoke sternly, softly. âwhy not?â
you didnât know why you were pushing it so much⊠maybe you were trying to see if you could get it out of himâ if he had the will to actually say it unlike youâŠ
and you hoped to god he would say it.
he slowly lifted his head and propped his chin up on your tummy, a sour expression on his face as he puckered his lips to the side like a little fish.
âdunnoâŠâ he muttered, his gaze flickering to yours and a sense of guilt swarming his chest at the uneasy look you had, his face relaxing as he sighed.
âsorry.â he smiled sheepishly, pulling back and letting go of your waist. âiâm kidding you have every right toââ
âmânot going.â you mumbled as you slid your hands away, looking down and playing with your fingers.
âhuh?â he furrowed his brows. âno baby go you should goââ
âi donât want to.â
you never did in the first place. you had foolishly thought that letting someone else in like this would be good for you and help you establish some sort of⊠barrier with satoru so you werenât always suffering so fucking much.
but you were absolutely stupid for that.
all youâve ever wanted was satoru, and doing something to pull you away from the type of relationship you had with him (whether platonic or romantic you had no freaking clue), was not only hurting you, but hurting him.
you didnât need anyone else, truly. all you needed was satoru and his silly smile and dramatic anticsâ to spend time with just him and skate and eat dinner together after practices every night while watching horror movies, laughing so much over his screams that your stomach hurt while he whined about how you were making fun of him.
thatâs all you needed⊠just satoru.
regardless if there was something more in question.
âyou donât want to?â he repeated softly. âwhy?â
âyou know why, toruâŠâ
you had said it so softly he barely caught it, but he did, his breath hitching in his throat.
that was the closest you two had ever gotten to acknowledging it.
you both were silent for a moment, the soft murmur of your tv downstairs filling the void as you looked at each other, tense and waiting for either of you to say something⊠anything.
but it was like the gravity of the foreseeable consequences settled onto your shoulders, and the pair of you could only sadly smile.
satoru stuck his pinky finger out towards you then.
âbirds of a feather?â he murmured.
you breathed out a little through your nose and looped your pinky with his, nodding.
âbirds of a feather.â
he kissed his thumb and you did the same before locking the promise.
for the rest of the night, you and satoru watched a bunch of shitty unknown movies to try and see who would break and laugh firstâ you feeling bad that you had to cancel so last minute on that guy from your english class, but not regretting it at all as you watched satoru scarf down two slices of pizza in one sitting and nearly throw up, you almost falling off the bed from laughing so much and him having to catch you midway down and pull you back up, saying that he was your hero and therefore you should give him your last stash of strawberry gummy puffs as a reward.
it was nearly two am when you and satoru finally settled down, both sprawled over each other on the bed as you stared up at the ceiling and talked about literally anything that came to your mindsâ stubbornly fighting off sleep for whatever unknown reason in the dark.
âyou know this is akiâs last olympics right?â you spoke softly, your arm propped up as you watched the way satoru played with your fingers.
âyeah..â he replied. âi donât really know how to feel about that.â
âme neither.â you shook your head. âbut she said it came at a perfect time because sheâd been wanting to retire for a while.â
and now it was yours and satoruâs turn to try and fill the legacy she had built.
he hummed, delicately interlacing your fingers together as the outline of it through the darkness made you blush and smile, the nooks between his digits blessedly made entirely just for you as your fingers slotted perfectly in each spot every time.
and satoru silently vowed for the millionth time in his life that he would always be your hero and keep you safe, a promise that was already tied into your birds of a feather contract, but needing to repeat it to himself anyways while he listened to the sound of your voice talk about your excitement for the upcoming olympics.
and my god were you excited, the both of youâ looking forward to seeing akira gracefully take home her fifth fucking gold medal like she always did with no repercussions, seeing her fans and the mass amounts of support she got every year with bouquets and teddy bears and picture taking, but also looking forward to spending even more time with herâ for not just practices⊠but for forever, even more than you already did now as you two were greedy and just loved akira.
you were looking forward to forever, the three of you.
until akiraâs accident.
âoh my god iâm gonna throw upââ
satoru hurled over just as you both stepped onto the bleachers at the olympic arena, you laughing and placing supporting hands on his shoulders as you followed your mother and satoruâs to your designated place by the front.
âtoru i told you youâd make yourself sick if you didnât leave that damn dessert table alone.â
âthere were cinnamon rolls baby. cinnamon rolls how on earth could i possibly just walk by a platter of cinnamon rollsââ
âokay!â you giggled, carefully leading him to sit down and ruffling his hair once you settled. âi get it! you love cinnamon rolls.â
ânot as much as i love youââ
âyuck!â you stuck your tongue out and pushed him away by his cheek, him laughing loudly as he shooed your arm away and grinned.
âtoruâ this is the last time weâre gonna be sitting here in the bleachers watching aki.â you mentioned. âisnât that fucking nuts?â
ânow iâm gonna cry and throw up.â
âno!â you giggled and nudged his shoulder. âthen youâll make me cry.â
he smiled and leaned over to plant a quick kiss to your cheek, reaching up and fixing the bows in your hair before looking straight ahead, his sparkling blue eyes staring at the rink.
the crowd roared suddenly and a mix of big and tiny flags of several individual countries waved in the air as you and satoru jumped and screamed when akira glided out with her skates and glittery dress, a huge dazzling smile on her face as she waved at the crowd, her eyes scanning around quickly before they finally landed on you and satoru.
as if she wasnât already smiling enough, it grew bigger at the sight of you both practically over the fucking rink calling her name, her blowing you both a kiss and connecting her hands together to form a little bird, fluttering it up funnily and making you laugh before spinning around and going to starting position with her partner.
âoh sheâs gonna wipe again.â satoru breathed out. âwipe absolute buttcheeks.â
you cackled as you both watched her routineâ incredibly fast paced and technical, filled with spins and throw jumps and lifts as she made it known that it was her last year and wanted to leave with a mark, you and satoru absolutely mesmerized by the choreography as a dramatic symphony of a classical piece drummed through your ears by the speakers.
each move was executed beautifully, you and satoru at the edge of your damn seats as akiraâs partner lifted her by the arms to settle over his shoulders into a split formationâ halfway through the routine already.
âmaybe we could do a move like that for when we compete!â you suggested over the music. âi feel like technically it couldââ
a hand flew over your mouth as you watched akira topple and slam to the ground upon coming down from her split lift, the spinning blade of her partner slicing through her abdomen as her head nastily collided with the iceâ the crowd screaming in terror.
âoh my god!ââ your chest moved frantically and you and satoru looked at each other, horrified faces as you watched the backside of her limp body on the ground surrounded by paramedics, her partner hovering over her in complete and absolute distress.
and there was so much blood.
blood that pooled all around her figure and stained her shimmering dress, blood that wouldnât stop fucking spreading as a stretcher finally made it out on the ice.
âbaby.â satoruâs voice shook. âwhy isnât aki moving.â
âiâ i donât knowââ
âaki!â
you both snapped out of your shocked daze and screamed over the rink and jumped, shoes slipping against the ice as the two of you tried to reach her through your panicked tears and calls, security speeding through and pulling you both back as you watched the paramedics lift her frail body onto the stretcher and away from the rink.
âthatâsââ you sucked in a sharp sob. âthatâs my aunt please let us goââ
âyou need to stay out of the rinkââ
âfuck you!â
satoru shoved security away and grabbed your arm, wishing you had your skates on as you both practically crawled over to where akira was being carried out, not giving a single shit about the way your mothers yelling demanded you back as security had to literally pull you and satoru by the ankles, further and further away from the scene and away from akira until the only thing left was her pool of sickly crimson blood in front of you, you and satoru wailing.
akira died at the hospital later that night.
the collision of her head against the ice brought such blunt force trauma that it caused irreversible brain damage, and with the amount of blood that she was already losing from the laceration of the bladeâ those elements combined didnât give her a single fighting chance at survival, her fate sealed from the moment her body hit the ground.
it was completely unexpected⊠an incident like that had never happened in not just olympic partner figure skating, but figure skating competitions as a wholeâ the severity of the situation so grave that the complex move akira and her partner performed that led to her death was banned from the olympics moving forward.
and you and satoru were fucking ruined.
ruined and crying and clutching over her arms and hands at her hospital bedside, it scaringly cold and stiff and not her usual warmth at all as you couldnât accept that this was your reality, that akira had left you both all alone after not only her initial familial love that youâd gotten since birth, but after nearly a decade of giggles and skating, her picking you both up from school and cussing up a storm because it made you and satoru laugh as kids, buying you ice cream and taking you out for beach days because she said the sun was good for your skin, harassing you and taking a million pictures of the two of you as she uttered over and over again that love had no limitsâ your dream of forever with her cruelly severed over the sport you all loved most.
yours and satoruâs mentor, friend, your fucking mother figureâ was gone.
your aunt was gone. your own blood.
the entirety of that bullshit situation sort of settled into your minds by the time her funeral cameâ painfully holding back tears as your family members gave their speeches and final wishes before the lowering of her casket, you and satoru not saying a single word throughout the entire thing until it was just you and him standing in front of her grave siteâ your mothers waiting for you in their cars.
you both chose not to give speeches. you couldnât.
âtoru.â you sniffled, drowning in your tears as satoru strained to keep his back, lips pulled into a thin line.
âyes pretty.â
âthis is so fucked.â
satoru breathed out a weak laugh and let a couple of tears slip down his cheeks, wiping them with the sleeve of his black suit as he grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, squeezing it.
âdiabolically fucked.â he responded.
there really wasnât much you could say at that moment in time, the two of you staring at the carvings on her tombstone as the wind softly blew over the petals of her flowers and letters, the day cloudy and cold and just fucked as you silently choked back sobs and whimpers, satoru lamely trying his best to stay strong for youâ be your hero as he pulled you into his chest and squeezed you with everything that he had, nose buried in your hair as his tears fell and dampened a few strands.
âbirds of a feather, toru.â you spoke softly, both of your frames shaking as the saying itself came from none other than akira.
he firmly nodded, lifting his head and kissing your cheek twice hard before looking at you.
âbirds of a feather sweets.â his red teary eyes made your heart ache. âyou canât leave me too, okay?â
you scoffed and wiped your eyes, a sad smile on your face. âi could never⊠you know that.â
it didnât really get easier from there, as everything in your lives reminded you of akira.
and though your mother was grieving the loss of her sister, she wanted to be left alone, and the only person that really understood the level of mourning you were on was satoruâ him always there in the blink of an eye when you would call him in the middle of the night crying your eyes out while he held you, or when broken sobs wrecked through satoruâs trembling body as he cried into your chest while you held him and vice versa, endless amounts of âi miss herâsâ and âbring her backâsâ as you took turns depending on the day rolling on the floor unable to physically breathe over the loss as you tried to anchor each other back to normalcy, wondering how the world could be so cruel and continue spinning when youâd just lost half of your hearts.
but it did. it continued to spin and turn and carry on as you and satoru day by day tried to patch over what happened, be there for each other and heal each other as you graduated high school and caught up with satoru in college, still together and still in your stupid limbo of âis there something moreâ except worse, and still inseparable three years later after akiraâs passing.
it didnât hurt any less, but the days definitely got easier⊠some harder than others as the time you spent with her became cherished distant memories, feeling eternally grateful for the way she raised and took care of you, for the work she had done, and for the legacy she had built for figure skating olympians around the world.
and because akira was so good and taught you both just as so, satoru and you had a little name of your own as youâve been sweeping competitions since the age of thirteen, ninety eight percent unbeatable and competitive as other pairs always knew who you were the minute you stepped onto the ice, eager and curious to see if you would make it into the olympics when the time came just like your mentor had done.
some deemed it cheatingâ unfair due to the fact that you had a four-time gold medalist olympian training you since childhood, but that assumption quickly diminished after her passing when you both continued to wipe competitions and take trophies home purely based on your talent.
and you both agreed to continue your careers without a coach, a decision that didnât even need to be thought twice overâ and you were twenty and satoru twenty one when the time drew near to try for the olympics.
finally.
âmy legs are gonna fall off and my balls are gonna droop to the icy floor if you donât give me a kiss right now.â
âtoru!â you giggled loudly, pushing his face away as he puckered up his lips and made obnoxious kissy noises, pulling you in by the waist. âtoru focus weâre on a time crunchââ
âtime crunch where?â he whined, stomping his blade down on the ice. âweâve been at it for so long already iâm cold iâm thirsty and i think we should go to that cute christmas festival patch thing you told me aboouuttt!â
âright now?â you asked. âi donât know toru⊠i had a set goal for us tonight and if we donât get itââ
âoh you damn perfectionist.â he scowled, letting you go and quickly skating to starting position. âfine.â
you gave him a knowing smile and skated over to his dramatic sulking figure, kissing his cheek softly and wringing your arms around his neck, pulling him in.
âletâs run it three more times and then we can go to the festival, okay?â
he jumped up like a little kid, eyes hyper and wild. âreally? honestly? truly?â
you nodded, gleaming up at him.
âis this a prank?â
âjesus toru youâre making me think iâm keeping you hostage here with how excited you areââ
âyiiippeeeee!ââ he grabbed your upper thighs and lifted you before spinning on the ice, the both of you laughing as he roughly turned until he gradually came to a stop, big goofy smiles on your faces as he did so.
satoru loosened his hold as you slowly slid down against his body, faces close and lovesick as his half lidded eyes looked at you, lips stinging to plant directly over yours after so many years of hopeless pining and avoidance, still refusing to acknowledge the situation, but it glaringly obvious at this point.
âwhat?â you whispered, your eyes fixed on his lips as your blades touched the ice again.
he softly shook his head, blue eyes greedily drinking in your pretty face as he retracted a hand from your waist and brushed his palm over your hair adoringly, hand raising to cup your cheek gently.
was he about to�
you swallowed, hands gripping his black t-shirt as you waited⊠anxious, hoping that he would do what you thought he was about to do.
but satoru squeezed his eyes shut in a grimace and quickly kissed the corner of your mouth before turning his back to you and skating to starting positionâ leaving you incredibly dumbfounded and disappointed.
satoruâs skin felt like it was on fucking fire as he looked at your stunning doe eyes blinking at him from across the rink, heart pulsing uncontrollably as you slowly skated to him and got into position, neither of you uttering a word about it as you ran the choreography three more times like you had agreed on.
you and satoru have had plenty of moments like that⊠but lately?
itâs been borderline dangerous with how close youâve gotten to breaking your unspoken rule.
by the end of practice you and satoru excitedly packed up for the christmas festival, more or less stumbling out of the doors of the rink and locking up before throwing your things in satoruâs car and speeding off to the main plaza, cheesy dorky smiles on your faces as you babbled on about all of the things you were gonna do once you got there.
âthe sâmores stand! the sâmores stand!â satoru whipped his head comically back and forth between you and the snowy road. âwe have to go there and get five nothing less and maybe moreââ
âwait! i wanna get some of that hot chocolate we got last year!â you quickly reached and gripped his shoulder. âthe one with the chocolate bits in it! and the whipped cream! and the drizzleââ
âoh fuck yeah how could i forget?â satoru made a turn, the shining glimmering lights of the festival and christmas trees coming into view and riling you both up in pure exhilaration. âi gulped down like four cups of those and then threw up in a bush.â
you laughed loudly and shook your head. âi forgot about thaaaattt! toru you always shove shit in your mouth and throw up we have got to work on thatââ
âno we donât!â he cheesed, reaching over and patting over your hairâ the smooth ribbon of your thin bows sliding underneath his palm. âi love sweets even if they hurt me. what doesnât kill you makes you stronger. where there is no struggle there is no strengthââ
âthe only strength i see is a man hunched over puking his guts out.â
âhey!â he pouted, pulling into the lot before parking and turning off the ignition, the both of you hopping out of the car and locking it as you walked towards the main entrance. âand iâll do it again so what.â
you giggled and interlocked your fingers with satoruâs. âsilly silly.â
the festival was livelyâ huge decorated christmas trees everywhere you went as twinkling fairy lights adorned every corner and direction of the lots premises, several open stands that continuously wafted chocolate and cinnamon and vanilla throughout the entire night that had satoru practically floating through the air following the scent, kids giggling and running around as the soft familiar tunes of christmas music hummed in the background.
âwhat do you want for christmas, sweets?â satoru asked while chowing down a giant sâmore.
âa kiss!â you quipped, giving him a cute silly look as you blew a bit of air over your steaming hot chocolate.
he stopped chewing.
âreally?â satoru spoke with his mouthful. âi can literally give that to you right now câmereââ
âno toru!â your cheeks buzzed a vibrant pink, completely flustered. âyouâre supposed to say a big fat no!â
ânow why the fuck would i do that...â he grumbled, shoulders slumping from disappointment as he took another big bite of his dessert.
you giggled, looking at him apologetically before standing on your tippy toes and licking a bit of melted chocolate from the corner of his mouth.
and he blinked at you, dumb and still as his cheeks copied the same exact shade as yours.
my god.
you were about to turn him into a freak.
âokay now you have to kiss me.â
âwhy?!â you laughed. âyou had chocolate on your face! i was helping you out.â
âyeah right you little minx.â he scarfed down the last bit of his sâmore and threw his little paper tray in the trash can behind him, putting his hands together and shaking off excess crumbs. âthatâs actually the most torturous thing you have ever done to me.â
âdramatic!â you exclaimed, laughs escaping you and increasing as you watched satoruâs flustered face pout and glare at you.
you breathed in deeply and settled down, standing up straight as you took a tiny sip of your hot chocolate and smiled. ânow i feel bad.â
âyou should.â
âcan you forgive me?â
ânot unless you kiss me.â
âtoru!â
âwhat?!â he pushed. âbaby itâs only fair! really! just once and thatâs it. a harmless peck nothing more we arenât doing anything crazier.â
you gnawed at your bottom lip in thought.
technically he was right⊠it was just one little peck, entirely harmless and cute and wouldnât have you both falling off of that thin tight rope you guys were still balancing off of.
this would only shake it a little⊠but then youâd be fine! right?
you were too far gone in the considerations of his proposal as you looked at his absolutely breathtaking blue eyes and face, somehow looking even more angelic as his pinky cold cheeks and nose and scarf covered neck did nothing but make you fall deeper in love with him than you already were.
how someone could look as good as satoru was beyond you.
âjustââ you peered up at him. âjust one peck okay?â
his eyes widened.
holy shit.
âyes!â he breathed out. âyes yes just one.â
âtoru.â you spoke sternly. âiâm serious.â
he frantically nodded, arms already snaking around your waist and bringing you in.
you both couldnât believe it.
you were about to have your very first kiss.
the two of you leaned in thenâ softly, timidly, afraid as satoruâs chocolate breath fanned against your nostrils and filled your lungs, lips coming closer and closer until they met in a simple, solid, tiny harmless peck.
satoru felt like his veins were about to pop and explode at the feeling of your delicate soft lips finally on his, the feeling actually fucking unreal as his fingertips went numb and his body tingled all over.
but it quickly became clear that it was not just one harmless peck.
because when it was supposed to be the time for you both to pull away, you and satoru only opened your mouths and kissed deeperâ eyelids blissfully closed as your lips smacked so slowly and tenderly, the two of you actively relishing in the moment and just drinking each otherâs mouths in as they moved and shifted, deep breaths through your noses as you daze-fully made out with the faint fuzzy sound of jingle bells and christmas music growing increasingly distant.
you tasted so sweet. just like heâd imagined.
but the moment came to and end when you both snapped your eyelids open in realization and released lips, pupils frantic and wide as you searched each otherâs eyes for any sign of anger since you both had slipped up and did way more than just a peck.
but there was nothing. obviously there was nothing like that as your shoulders relaxed simultaneously and bashful smiles crossed your faces.
âyou taste like chocolate.â he grinned.
you bit your bottom lip in a smile. âso do you.â
âtwins.â
âuh huh.â
âi love you.â
you stilled.
youâve told each other that thousands of times for years, since childhood.
youâve always said you loved each other and have both known it was laced with those unspoken feelings you had, and you accepted that for as long as you could remember.
but somehow⊠in someway⊠it just felt different this time around. profound. more serious.
âi love you.â you responded.
satoru smiled softly and leaned his forehead against yours, basking in each others authentic infatuation for a moment before pulling away.
âcan i get another sâmoreââ
âno!â
satoru ended up getting his second sâmore, and you surprisingly ended up partaking in satoru activities and downed three fucking cups of that hot chocolate you loved so much, your tummy full and about to literally burst, but not really giving a shit as you and him were having so much freaking funâ buying little christmas trinkets from the santa shop and building tiny snowmen in the snowy play area filled with a bunch of kids (satoru literally making a tiny dick for one of the snowman and you immediately destroying it and wacking him), even skating in the rink but purely just for enjoyment and not a single thought of what you do professionally crossing your minds.
you stayed there until it was nearly closing time, money absolutely spent from all the things you bought, but your souls happy and warm as you happily walked to the car so satoru could take you home.
on the drive there, you showcased all of the trinkets you both had bought, a particular one catching your eye that you remembered you hadnât shown satoru yet.
âoh! i got this oneââ you dug your hand in the white plastic bag and pulled out a little snow angel, beautiful and glossy as the angels face blushed and smiled. âat the santa shop!â
âitâs cute baby!â he smiled. âfor you?â
you shook your head. âi got it for aki. for the next time we visit her.â
his heart softened, nodding.
you and satoru tried your best to visit her grave as often as you possibly could, sometimes nearing four times a week to pay your respects and chat with her for a little while, filling her in a bit on your lives to bring back the feeling of what it was like to just talk to her in any way you could, like you had the fortune of doing once before.
âit kinda looks like her.. doesnât it?â he questioned, pointing to the figure.
âit does right!â you expressed. âthatâs why i got it⊠it reminded me of her.â
âsheâll love it.â he grinned, gently running the pad of his finger against your cold cheek before turning his attention back to the road.
you and satoru didnât mention the kiss again as you were funnily still in shock over it, but the butterflies in your stomachs and the sole memory of it did more than enough as you climbed into bed with an already snoring satoru, him sleeping over for the night (when was he not) as you nudged your way under his arm and cuddled yourself in his chest, his slumbered state pulling you in like muscle memory.
you both only had two more practices left before the international skating union competition. once there, you and satoru had to land a spot in the top three chosen by the national olympic committee to earn an official spot in competing for the olympics, a task that was already vigorous and exhausting and nerve wracking, but one you both were more than ready for.
general admittance to competing in the olympics was essentially fourteen years in the making, one that wouldnât have been possible in the first place if it wasnât for akira.
âi think we should add a spin to this lasso lift.â you suggested, you and satoru taking a break from running the routine and standing by the bleachers during practiceâ watching a recently recorded take of your choreography to point out mistakes that flew under your radars.
âa spin?â he asked. âhow sweets.â
âso when you lasso me around into the liftââ you rewinded the video and pointed. âsince youâre holding me up over your head and weâre balancing with our hands, i say you maybe push me up to kind of likeâ propel me to do a triple rotation spin back down.â
âand then from there i catch you?â
âyeah!â you nodded. âand weâre traveling across the ice.â
satoru pursed his lips. âthatâs kind of hard⊠you sure?â
âweâve done worse toru.â you laughed. âi feel like this would give us more points.â
âoh it definitely would.â he nodded. âokay baby.â
âyay!â you cheered. âletâs practice the lift and propel on the mats first because if not iâm gonna eat shit.â
satoru laughed and sat down on the bleachers with you, quickly taking off his skates before standing and kneeling in front of you, untying your laces and slipping your skates off for you as you cutely smiled, him feeling like your little hero and knight in shining armor even if it was for something so minuscule.
he loved doing things for you.
in the middle of you and satoru practicing the move on the mats, your mother came in through the front doors of the ice rink.
âhi!â she greeted, holding up two wide rectangular boxes. âyour costumes came in!â
âoh thank god!â you breathed out, satoru setting you down on your feet before you both ran to see. âi thought they werenât gonna come in on time!â
âare they cool?!â satoru tumbled out. âdo they scream please let me in the olympics?!â
you snorted and shoved his shoulder playfully as you unwrapped your boxes, your eyes shining in delight at the sight of your rhinestoned pale baby blue dress, a shade you purposefully picked out as it matched the color of satoruâs eyesâ you lifting it with your fingertips from the box and gushing.
you turned it around and held it up against your frame as satoru pulled his top outâ a white, tight long sleeved low cut v-neck button up that you already knew was gonna hug his yummy biceps so good, the thought of it making you bite the inside of your cheek as he checked over his black slacks.
your mother clasped her hands together, holding it to her mouth as her eyes gleamed over the two of you.
âi canât believe itâs happening now.â she spoke softly, you and satoru diverting your attention to her and smiling. âfor so long it was always just a distant thing you know? but now itâs here. actually.â
âfuck i know right.â you responded.
âlanguage, y/n.â
âbut iâm twenty!â you whined, pouting as satoru snickered behind you.
your mother rolled her eyes and cupped yours and satoruâs chins under her hands.
âgood luck next week, alright? i know you guys will sweep.â she pushed. âmake aki proud.â
the smiles on your faces grew, nodding as she squeezed your chins and released.
âoh! satoruââ your mother picked up her jacket and swung her purse over her shoulder. âyour mom wonât be home for the night her trip got extended until tomorrow⊠you can sleep over at our house if you want so youâre not over there alone? or y/n can stay with you?â
âoh okay!â he spoke kindly. âthank you for letting me know!â
she smiled and nodded, hugging you both goodbye before leaving the rink.
your head whipped in his direction.
âtoru if i sleep over at your house we can watch horror movies and actually scream as loud as we want without worrying about waking anybody up.â
his eyes bulged open. âoh my god youâre right! dibs i get to chooseââ
âfuck!ââ
by the end of practice you and satoru mastered the addition you added into the lasso lift, performing it beautifully on the ice over and over again until it was like simple reflex, calling it a day after a while and packing your things up to drive to satoruâs house.
you both took turns stepping in the shower to get rid of the sticky sweat that lingered on your skin, changing into comfy pajamas after as you tiredly settled in satoruâs big comfy bedâ him flicking through his selection of horror movies and debating which one to pick.
âdo you wanna watch something gory or just horror.â
âgory!â you perked up. âi need to work on not being so queasy.â
âbut you seem fine when i throw up?â
âthatâs because iâm used to it.â you laughed, head resting on his shoulder as he picked a movie and threw his remote somewhere across the bed, his arm coming to wrap around your tummy and pull you in.
it wasnât like the selection mattered anyways, because fifteen minutes into the movie you were already falling asleep, hand resting on satoruâs torso as he continued to watch itâ for some reason still wide awake even after skating for hours.
your sleepy sudden movements from your hand made him weirdly stiffen and relax every single time, your brows furrowing at the feeling and eyes fluttering open when he wouldnât stop doing it.
âtoru⊠are you still ticklish?â you mumbled sleepily.
he stiffened again.
âno.â he answered softly. âwhy..?â
you lazily grinned.
âyouuu suureee?â
terror struck him as he sensed exactly what the fuck you were about to do.
âplease spare me please spare meââ
you jumped on him and tickled his entire upper body, satoru laughing and gasping as he smacked your hands away and twisted and turned, his strong grip making it hard for you to tickle him at one point as you stubbornly swung a leg over his waist and settled over his lap, attacking him while he yelped and screamed.
âbaby!â he gasped. âbaby please! have some mercy is this how much i mean to you?!â
you giggled and finally stopped, hands retracting as you settled them on your hips. âthatâs what you get for lying to me.â
âi was lying for my safety.â
âuh huh.â
you both grinned, satoruâs eyes occasionally flickering down to you straddling his lap with your pretty plushy thighs and blushing, trying to keep his gaze on yours to refrain himself from doing something a little too mental and weird.
but it was too fucking late, because it took no time at all for the blood to rush to his pathetic dick and harden.
surprisingly though, you were the one that was mentalâ the feeling of his cock against your clit undeniable as the uncomfortable shifts of satoruâs waist only stimulated it against your little nub and made you bite down hard on your bottom lip, shaky breaths leaving your mouth as it was getting harder and harder for you to restrain yourself from satoruâs godlike existence.
and your body was just not listening as you timidly rolled your hips over his crotchâ your short shorts criminally thin as you felt just how big satoruâs length was, mouth watering as your palms timidly settled over his chest for stability, grinding on his cock harder.
satoruâs eyes were blown out as he watched you do something soâ so lewd, his mind wandering if you were fully and properly there as something like this was absolutely breaking your unspoken rule, and you were more strict about it than he was.
but he didnât want you to stop. god no.
at this point, you and satoru were off that metaphorical tight rope and hanging on by two handsâ having both failed at keeping each other balanced as you rolled and rolled your hips deliciously on his dick, his chest quickly rising and falling at the feeling of your warm pussy over his groin and at the sight of you using him to get yourself off.
your little needy mewls made his hands tremble as he threw his head back on the pillow, eyes pathetically fucked out over something so simple.
âfuck me..â satoru groaned, hands coming up to rub over his face as his hips lifted to meet your grinding.
him doing that broke you out of your haze and you stiffened, satoru taking his hands away from his face with pinched brows at the sudden halt.
what happened?
âokay!â you laughed nervously, an alarmed expression as you swung your leg off of his lap and scrambled under the covers, pulling it completely over you as you shamefully looked anywhere and everywhere but satoru.
but he was out of it.
undoubtedly out of it now that you did what you did⊠wanting more, wanting all of you as he snatched the covers off of your frame and you squeaking as a result.
âwhyâd you stop.â he whispered, thumb raising to trace your bottom lip.
âi donâtâ i donât know what youâre talking aboutââ
âyes you doââ
âabsolutely notââ
âi want you.â he cut you off. âi want you bad and i know you want me too so letâs justâ letâs just do this once, okay? once please just to see what itâs like and itâll never happen again.â
your eyes remained wide as you looked at his desperate frantic ones, his hands already kneading at your waist and thighs.
he was entrancing you into his proposal again, exactly the same way as when you both kissed for the first time at the festival as he leaned down and nibbled at your jaw, slotting himself in between your legs.
âdoâ do what?â
âfuck.â he mumbled, rolling his hips down on your pussy rough and you gasping at the sensation of his big cock against your clit again.
you whimpered as he rutted into you, hands flying to squeeze his biceps as his wet mouth moved down to your neck, licking and gnawing as he waited for your response.
âbut isnât thatââ you stifled a moan. âisnât that too far toru?ââ
âplease baby please.â he picked his head up and looked at you. âjust once i swear once so we see what itâs like and get it out of our systems and never do it again. i promise.â
he needs to kiss you right fucking now.
your eyes fluttered closed as he continued to hump you, licking your lips as you weakly tried to look into his eyes.
âyou swear?â you breathed out. âswear it just once and thatâs itââ
âi swear i swear i swearââ
âokay then fuck me toru pleaseââ
satoru nearly cried as he ripped himself away from you to frantically pull off his shirt and pants, him slapping your hands away when you tried to take off your own clothes as he wanted to do it himselfâ lifting your shirt over your head and downright tearing your shorts in half as he flung them down and across the room, your little pink bra and panties set actually turning him into a complete mess as he hovered back over you and shoved his tongue in your mouth.
you still tasted just as sweet as he remembered.
âbeen dreaming ofââ mmpfâ âkissing you since you let me, sweets.â
âyeah?â your lips moved sloppily with his as you snuck a hand in your panties and dipped your fingers in your pussy, collecting your arousal. âyou missed me toru?â
âuh huh.â he breathed hotly against your lips, hand coming to slide underneath your bra to cup your bare tit. âevery fucking night iâd jerk my dick dry thinking about it.â
his words made your clit twitch as you pushed him off your lips.
âopen your mouth.â
satoru did as told without a peep and opened it with his tongue out, your hands coming out from your panties as you reached up and slipped your fingers in his mouth, his lips closing in and sucking everything you had to give him as he salvaged up your arousal.
âfuckââ he released your fingers. âis this from your pussy baby?â
âmhm.â you moaned.
your arousal was even sweeter.
âmy godââ he grabbed your wrist and licked a long stripe up your palm. âyou dirty fucking thing mâgonna have to taste for myself and see.â
you gasped. âwhat?â
satoru sat up and pulled your wet panties down your legs, biting down on his tongue hard at the sight of your angelic bare cunt before him, slick and shiny and pretty as you unclasped your bra and spread your legs for himâ eager and ready and not a single other thought in your brain besides the one that was screaming for satoru to stick his dick inside you.
âtoruuuu!â you whined. âquit staring and fuck me.â
his cock pulsed.
âpatience sweets, i wanna taste you first.â
you expected satoru to just lower himself down and shove his head in between your thighs, but you were dead fucking wrong as he stood, grabbed your waist and yanked you high up, sitting you on his shoulders as you squealed and gripped his hair.
âwait toru isnât this uncomfortable iââ
he scoffed. âfuck no. iâve been lifting you my whole life baby this is nothing.â
your speech lodged itself in your throat as you felt his tongue lap at your folds and clit, slobbering and filthy as he ate and scarfed you down just like his usual daily sweets, you by far his absolute favorite as he slurped your little pussy up and made you squeal and moan.
satoru walked over to the wall and leaned you up against it, taking your thighs off of his shoulders and placing his hands underneath as he propped you up and spread your legs wider, your jaw dropping at his slimy tongue flicking and him slabbering his mouth side to side rapidly until your legs shook and you saw stars.
âtoruââ
he grunted, tongue prodding at your hole and you jumping.
âi thinkâ i think iâm gonna cum and iââ pant âi donât wannaââ
satoru separated his mouth from your pussy with a squelch and looked up, smiling big.
âtoo bad!â
âbutââ
he spit on your cunt and you gasped.
âi said too bad.â
he dipped back in and fully devoured you as you mewled, messier as he slushed his tongue all over and youâd never experienced something like this, something that felt so fucking good as you started cumming all over his face in record speed regardless of how hard you were trying to hold back.
âyummy.â
he let go and you dropped down as he quickly caught you, turning and throwing you on his bed as he climbed over youâ wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking as he kissed and swallowed your lips up again.
âyou want me to make love to you or fuck you?â he slopped against your mouth before pulling back, yours and his eyes fluttering open to look at each other.
your legs were still shaking by the eat out he gave you seconds before, finding it hard to get your words together as his handsome deluded face stared at you.
âiâ umââ
he placed his lips next to your ear.
âyou want me to fuck you like my wife or fuck you like a little slut? or both?â
âboth toru pleaseââ
he grinned, coming back up as he parted your legs further open and lined his leaky tip with your hole.
âi can do both!â
satoru pushed himself in and you choked, hands clasping over your mouth as you felt him bully his big cock through and leave you a blabbering crying mess under himâ his chest heaving at the warmth and softness and stickiness of your cute gummy walls, his years of imagining and theorizing how youâd feel wrapped around his dick all completely debunking themselves at the real feeling as you whimpered and clenched your hole.
âjesus christââ he shivered, swallowing thickly as his trembling fingers settled on your waist, him slowly reeling his hips back before pumping in. âyouâreâ youâre warm.â
you dropped your hands and wiped your cheeks as you hiccuped, the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your walls incandescently euphoric as you embarrassingly already felt yourself wanting to cum again when he had just stuck his dick inside of youâ you wanting to ride out this moment for a bit longer and not finish so quickly like you had done on his mouth.
âam i being too mean pretty?â he huffed, thrusts now quick and curt as he gripped your bouncing tits and pinched your perking nipples, the sight of your little tears shamefully turning him on.
you frantically shook your head and tried to clear your brain. ânâno!ââ
âgood.â he smiled, a little crazed as he let go of your boobs, placed his hands on the backside of your thighs and pushed your knees up to your chest, picking up speed as you squealed and whimpered, utterly taken aback by how rough satoru was being considering the fact that he was such a goofy and kind and loving person on the daily.
oh⊠what years worth of pent up sexual frustration can do to a man.
satoru whined as you milked his dick, wheezing as he hammered his hips up and slapped against your skin, your body jolting and bouncing uncontrollably as his bed squeaked loud and obnoxiously.
thank god his mother wasnât home.
âiâve wanted this iâve wanted this iâve wanted thisââ satoru babbled, his critical thinking out the fucking window as he just tumbled out totally random but honest confessions as your ears eagerly drank up every word and made your hole tighten.
ïżœïżœïżœyeah?â pant âfâfor how long baby?â
âfor so longââ he whined loudly, fucking you faster as your mouth hung open and you gripped his wrists for support. âyouâre everything iâve ever wâwantedââ
âiâ iâve only ever wanted you toruâ fuck! youâre big.â you moaned, loving the way a huge deranged smile spread across his face as his hips pistoned into you and his hands pinned you down.
âcum on my dick baby please cum on my dick i want it i want itââ
your toes curled and you squealed, vision flashing white as you let out a high pitched scream at the intense buzzing feeling, your bodies hot and sticky and wet as satoru leaned over and shoved his lips in your ear.
âcan iâ can i cum inside?â he choked through gritted teeth as he came close to spilling his seed. âplease i wanna cum insideââ
âbut mânot on the pillââ
âplease please baby i beg youââ hah! âi donât wanna cum anywhere elseââ
your eyes fluttered shut at his words and you quickly nodded, his hand cupping your face as he thrusted in one last time and pumped his cum entirely inside you without an ounce of hesitation for the consequences, his horny mind actually crazed and solidifying that there was no fucking way in hell he was gonna accept just friends from this point forward.
what a stupid thought.
âmmmâŠâ you slowly moved your hips a little, feeling his cum all inside your ravished walls as you licked your lips. âyour cum feels hot toru.â
not even warm, hot as it slushed and moved inside you with every movement you made, some of it dribbling and coating your outer folds as you bit your bottom lip into a smile and craned your head up to his neck, nibbling and giving satoru tiny kitten licks as he trembled and struggled to stay afloat and not give out his upper arm strengthâ trying to prevent himself from squishing you.
satoru pressed a soft tender kiss to your cheek then before sitting up and delicately sliding his dick out, running a soothing hand over your tummy as he did so and giving you a lazy smile.
he suddenly raised his pinky to you.
âbirds of a feather?â he murmured, other hand running from your stomach over to your thighs now as he just lovingly felt you up, you smiling with rosy cheeks as you linked your little pinky with his.
âbirds of a feather.â
you both kissed your thumbs and locked your promise, deciding then that you should probably shower once more before getting into bed to officially sleepâ but deciding to shower together as you softly and steamily made out under the misty hot running water, body and mind relaxed as you just swallowed in the ambience of each other, you both not only holding on to your metaphorical tight rope with one hand now, but it actually on the verge of snapping as a whole and sending you both free falling.
and for the next couple of days, you and satoru were feral.
years and years of doing fucking nothing with pure restraint and fantasizing did a number on you both as any chance you got you were making out on your bed, his bed, and even in satoruâs car after your lecturesâ your hand teasingly going lower and lower until youâd shove a hand in his pants to pull his dick out and pump, your body leaning across the console and mouth going down to bob and suck as he moaned and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail to guide you and your pretty bows and fuck your mouth just to hear the sounds of you choking, eyes from time to time frantically looking around to see if no one was around as you blowed him.
and you did that basically all of the time for the next three days until the final practice just before the international skating union competition, satoru physically unable to leave you alone and unscathed as he constantly pinned you down to eat your pussy or suckle on your soft tits, his hand tightly clasped over your mouth in your room when your moans would get too loud as he fingered you, his long fingers squelching and abusing your cunt until you were finishing all over his hands again and again.
but you two having actual sex didnât happen again apart from that nightâ satoru a man of his word since he promised you would only do it once⊠unfortunately. but that didnât mean you couldnât do other things, right?
except by the final practice, satoru was absolutely fucked off at the fact that neither of you had brought up the potentiality of being more than just friends, especially after doing all of those lewd acts.
he was so sick of it.
and so were you, quite frankly, but instead of being completely over it like satoru, you were afraid⊠afraid of what could happen and the possibility of losing him if you both indulged, if you let yourselves put your freaking careers on the line.
and satoru was the one person you couldnât bear to lose. not ever.
âwe look good sweets!â satoru cheesed, rotating around in the ice rinks dressing room mirrors as you had your costumes on for dress rehearsal and refinements, both of you glittering and shiny and looking like a professional ice skating pair as you examined yourself, readjusting your straps and hugging your torso.
âcold.â you shivered. âmaybe i shouldâve had it as a long sleeve⊠shit.â
he laughed and placed his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down quickly to create frictional heat as you smiled at him gratefully. ânah, itâs cute like this! youâll warm up once we run it a few times on the ice.â
you nodded, the both of you walking out of the dressing room and to the rink, skillfully putting on your skates before pushing yourself on the ice and gliding across.
âcan you show me the uhââ satoru looked to the side in thought once he was on the ice in front of you. âthe part where we skate in unison and have our arms up in an L? itâs in the chorus of our musicââ
âoh!â you nodded and skated a bit away from him to demonstrate.
âi just wanna see if my form matches yours and we look clean.â he smiled. âand then show me the triple axel after that.â
you gave him a cute thumbs up and pushed yourself off, gliding gracefully and smoothly across the ice as satoru was supposed to be watching you to try and fix his form, but finding himself transfixed once again by the way you seamlessly skated with no sense of struggling effortâ arms poised and flowy as your dress moved and fluttered with every twist and turn until you gradually propelled yourself up into the triple axel and landed correctly without a slip or wobble.
the level of difficulty and technicality you skated reminded him of akiraâ but your style, your movement, and the way you carried yourself was entirely your own.
you made figure skating look beautiful.
you were beautiful.
you slowed down on the ice and skated over to satoru.
âwere you able to see? did you match me?ââ
âyou skate just like her.â satoru spoke softly, and you faltered.
he didnât need to clarify who he was talking about, as you always knew.
âyouâre just saying that.â you pursed your lips to keep yourself from smiling, or crying, you didnât know.
but a compliment like that meant the absolute world to you.
âiâm not.â he shrugged, skating over to you and taking your hands as he glided with you to starting position. âyou always have baby. and i know thatâs what youâve always wanted. iâm sorry i donât say it enough.â
your eyes softened. âtoru thatâs not something to be sorry about at allâŠâ
satoru was so kind.
you both skated together and ran the choreography a couple of times, spinning simultaneously and satoru lifting you again and again throughout the routine and still performing your lasso spinning lift successfully, arms around his shoulders and faces close as the wind whipped through both of your costumes and hair from traveling across the ice at such a speed before coming to a sudden choreographed halt at the end of your number.
you had slid down satoruâs body to plant your blades back on the ice when he had enough.
âplease stick your tongue in my mouth.â
you choked on your spit and slapped a hand over your mouth.
âtoru no! absolutely not we canât anymore okayââ
âwhat are we.â
you froze.
âhuh?â
âwhat are we.â he repeated, eyes dead locked on yours and hard. âare we together? are we not? are we friends? what are weââ
âweâreâ weâre friends toruââ
âoh fuck no.â he let you go and created a little bit of space between you. âdonât give me that shit weâre not friends.â
âwâwell we canâtââ
âiâm your man.â he stated firmly. âiâm your man iâve been your man for years and iâm tired of avoiding this sweets! it sucks!â
âweâre putting everything at risk if we do toru we canât!â
âiâm your man.â
âno youâre notââ
he cut you off. âyour mouth has been on my dick. weâve had sex. weâve kissed weâve made out weâve told each other i love you if that doesnât tell you that weâre together then what the actual fuck?!â
âoh my god toru i know i know!â you groaned, hugging yourself as you anxiously looked at him. âwhat happens if we break up? huh? what do we do?â
he shook his head. âwe wonât.â
âyou donât know that.â you laughed bitterly. âif that happens we lose each other satoru understand that. we break birds of a feather, we ruin our careers, and we ruin us.â
âfirst of allââ he started. âour birds of a feather promise is to stick together, keep each other safe, and not seperate or fight, is it not?â
âitâ it isââ
âso do you really think if we continue to keep each other in this fuck ass limbo of friends that we arenât already breaking that?â he threw his arms out in emphasis. âwe have never been just friends. iâve known you for fourteen fucking years and we have never been just that.â
you blinked back tears.
âi promise you babyââ he slid closer to you and cupped your cheeks. âthat we wonât leave each other. i will fight and try every single damn day to make sure that that shit never happens even though i already know it wonât because youâve been made for me since birth and we havenât separated since weâve met.â
satoru wiped your cheeks. âbut i also promise you, that if we continue as just friends, we will break. weâre gonna string each other along so fucking much that weâre gonna go absolutely insane and drive each other away. that is for certain.â
âbutâ skatingââ
âi donât give an ever living fuck.â he spat funnily and you laughed through your tears. âskating is nothing without you. all the trophies and medallions and the god damn olympics itself with that gold medal is nothing without you. i would give that shit up in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you in my life in exchange.â
âand i would do the same for you toru!â you sobbed, his arms immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you in as you sniffled and hiccuped into his chest, him kissing the side of your head repeatedly and soothing a hand down your back.
âdonât cry pretty i didnât meant to make you cry...â he mumbled, cheek mushed up against your head as your shoulders shook, a huge disgusting pit of guilt in his stomach. âfine itâs okay we can be just friends for a bit longer please donât cryââ
âno!â you sputtered, pushing him back a little to face him. âi donât wanna be just friends anymore either toru⊠it hurts me so much.â
âit does?â he asked softly and you nodded.
âit hurts me too.â
satoru wiped your remaining tears again and fixed the little bows in your hair, a soft liberated smile on his face as he reached down to cup your cheeks and bring your perfect lips to his, kissing you lovingly as the both of you felt like you could finally rest and stop ridiculously hiding your love in the shadows after so many years.
the thin tight rope that you had both been toppling over and rebalancing and holding onto to keep the other from falling, had finally snapped in two, and you and satoru were now in the darkest depths of the truth of what you both were.
except it wasnât dark at all.
it was light and airy and heavenly, and you wondered why you had been so afraid when there was nothing to be afraid of in the first place, since the one you were falling with was satoru.
silly.
he pulled apart and looked at you, his striking blue eyes and white fluffy hair especially beautiful.
âtomorrowââ he began. âweâre gonna absolutely destroy everyone else there and land a spot in the top three, and then after iâm gonna take you out on a nice dinner and buy every single fucking dessert off the menu, and then iâm gonna ask you to be my girlfriend. okay baby?â
you giggled then, the brightest rosy cheeks on display from the both of you as you eagerly nodded and threw your arms around his neck.
and tomorrow could not come soon enough, because not only were you looking forward to making your dreams a reality and competing against other figure skating pairs from around the world and the olympics itself, but also the thought of officially being satoruâs after years of wishing on little stars and day dreaming about what that would be like for hours on end.
until the moment was here. happening.
the indoor arena was electric and rowdy the minute the competition commenced, you and satoru in absolute awe of the energetic atmosphere as many individuals in the crowd waved their banners or screamed their loved ones names, an ambience very similar to the olympics as you both watched pair after pair perform their hardwork and dedication on the ice, goosebumps on your skin as you fidgeted and jittered.
out of twenty of your countries competing pairs, only three of you would be chosen for the olympics.
and you hoped to god you and satoru would be chosen.
âweâre almost up baby.â satoru patted your head, sitting on a bench in your designated area. âi think itâs two more pairs then itâs us.â
you nodded, nerves closing up your throat as your eyes darted over the rink.
satoru frowned.
âhey.â he placed a hand on your thigh, suddenly wanting to rip your nylon tights off so you could actually feel his skin on yours. âyou nervous sweets?â
you nodded again, and he gave you a silly grin.
âdonât be! youâre literally akira the second. weâll be fine!â
you laughed lightly and leaned your head on his shoulder.
âand even if we donât land a spot, thatâs fine too.â he kissed your head. âitâs our first year anyways⊠weâll know the game for next time and weâll try harder.â
you picked your head up and smiled at him, his words settling your nerves just as soon as the last remaining pair took their places on stage, yours and satoruâs turn right after.
what you didnât know, was that satoru was just as nervous as you.
but he knew you needed a rock and someone to comfort youâ wanting to swoop in like a little hero and save you again⊠so he kept it hidden.
âfuck i almost forgot!â satoru jumped up and dug into his duffel bag, pulling out a roll of pale baby blue ribbon that matched your dress exactly. âyou told me you didnât have ribbon that matched your costume so i went and tried to look.â
he held it out for you cutely on his palm.
âdoes this one match?â
you picked up the roll, astonished and mushy inside that satoru actually went out of his way to find this specific ribbon color for you because you had expressed how unhappy you were with the darker shade you had, your eyes looking up at him in complete adoration.
âoh my goodnessâ thank you toru!â
you quickly undid the bows in your hair and slipped off the former ribbon, digging through your duffel bag for scissors and cutting off pieces from the new ribbon before looping them through your hair and tying, not needing a mirror since youâve done it for as long as you could remember.
satoruâs cheeks went pink as he looked at your new pretty bows.
âdoes they look okay?â
âbeautiful.â he responded, pecking your lips before taking your hand and leading you to the entrance of the rink.
âokayââ you breathed out. âthis is it.â
âwhat kind of food do you think theyâll have at the dinner place we pickedââ
âtoru!â you giggled. ânot now!â
he smiled sheepishly at you before leaning his forehead against yours.
you stuck your pinky out.
âbirds of a feather?â
satoru grinned and looped his pinky with yours.
âbirds of a feather baby.â
you both kissed your thumbs and once again, locked your promise.
the announcer over the speakers iterated your names and your country as you and satoru glided across the ice poised and graceful with your arms up, waving at the crowd and giving your mothers a special frantic wave before moving to starting position, unknowing of the way several other pairs and the judges themselves murmured about your reputation and your association with akira.
and you hoped she was watching over you both now. somewhere.
the music begun, contemporary and lyrical as you and satoru slid across the rink, already impressive and entertaining as you performed moves and lifts right off the bat, the sounds of your blades scraping against the ice oddly keeping you in time with your choreography as the number went on.
and you and satoru were feeding off of each other, the chemistry undeniable to a strangers eye that had no idea of your story as you conveyed passion through your expressions, each technical movement bleeding with the fact that you both had been olympic level trained since the age of fourteen and fifteen.
you were halfway through your routine now, the lasso lift coming up next as satoru harbored in his strength so he could properly propel you into that newly added spin.
you skated around him and he lifted you up into the air, the crowd cheering and excited at your beautiful remarkable forms.
except satoruâs hands were slippery.
why?
nerves. he quickly deemed it nerves as he had no time to deliberate since it was almost time to propel you up into the spin, his mind already racing over the fact that the slip in his hands was hindering his strength to keep you up there, and he worried that if he pushed you up, it wouldnât be enough and youâd come tumbling downâ hurting yourself.
but satoru had zero time to decide again as he went with protocol and pushed you up as hard as he possibly could and prayed you would go into your triple axel spin successfully and that heâd catch you.
but the minute that he did, the force yanked him back and his skates flew up in front of him, you falling down and your thigh hitting something sharp before you both went slamming to the groundâ sliding apart from each other on the ice.
the crowd screamed and gasped in terror, sounds you were all too familiar with to what you heard three years ago filling both your fuzzy minds as satoru struggled to get back up, his head turning slowly around to see if you were okay and just sore like himâ
until he saw your limp body on your side, your back to him with blood slowly pooling out on the ice and staining your pretty blue dress.
satoru scrambled up and skated straightaway in a panic to you before sliding on his knees as he reached you, turning you over and paling as he saw you were unresponsive and out fucking cold.
âbaby?â he shook you. âheyâ babyââ
nothing.
why werenât you answering him? why werenât you awake?
his brain flashed images of akiraâs body the day that she died, suffocating deja vu as the way you looked when he saw you like that on your side was a carbon copy of her from three years ago, his chest picking up speed as you continued to lay limp even after he shook you desperately numerous times like a madman.
and why was there so much blood?
blood that looked sickly bright red against the white ice, blood that stained his sleeves and shirt and hands as he held you up and supported your head, and blood that wouldnât stop fucking oozing out of your leg as he trembled.
âheyâ hey can you hear me?â satoru tapped your cheek rapidly, shaking you gently again with horrified eyes and still not getting a response.
âfuck! why is this happening this isnât supposed to happenââ
how could he be your hero? how could he stop the blood and wake you up? how could heâ how could he fix this how could he take it all back how could he fix thisâ
âno no no baby pleaseââ he sobbed. ânot like aki baby not like her manââ
he shook you again, your head lolling to the side as ifâ as if you wereâ
no.
âbabyâ birds of a feather right? birds of a feather we have to stick together you canâtâ you canât leave right?â he cried, chest heaving and vision blurry and you just felt so cold.
âyouâre not leaving youâre not leaving me please not like aki please godââ he cradled you up to his chest in his arms and rocked. âyou canât leave me youâre all i know and i donât wanna know anything else please babyââ
satoruâs frantic repeated heartbroken wailing echoed throughout the arena as the crowd erupted and moved around in hysteria, him still rocking you in his arms as he turned his head with terrified bloodshot eyes to look at both of your mothers, yours hunched over in a fit of screams and cries as his had her hands in her hair in utter disbelief and tears.
âfuck what do i do!â he sobbed, legs shakily standing as he slipped one arm under your back and the other under your knees, picking your limp body up as he saw a huge group of paramedics run over to him on the ice as he carried you over.
âhelpââ hic! âhâhelp me pleaseââ
why couldnât satoru be your hero when it mattered most?
several of them lowered the stretcher and took you from him, laying your lifeless self on it before hoisting you up and swiftly carrying you away, all of it horrifyingly and painfully similar to akiraâs inevitable death.
were you gone?
satoru looked down and saw your baby blue ribbons on the ice, wet and stained with blood, once perfect bows in your pretty hair when he had you awake and breathing.
were you breathing? had you hit your head?
he couldnât remember.
he couldnât remember anything but your unresponsiveness, the way your skin was colder than the ice itself as he picked up your ribbons and looked at them in his handsâ and the way your blood stretched over for what looked like miles and was still there.
in front of him. taunting him.
was the world so cruel as to take you too?
it wouldnât. it couldnât.
youâd never done anything wrong. youâd never treated anybody indifferently as you were sweet and beautiful and talented, always in servitude of othersâ in servitude of him as you taught him how to ice skate when you didnât need to at six years old, you already kind and gentle at that young age when you couldâve easily shooed him away like a little bug and told him to fuck off.
and throughout your life too, as he was well aware he was an annoying dramatic piece of shit that whined and cried and ate your stashes of sweets all of the timeâ but you always just giggling and looking at him with adoration in your eyes, with your cheeky smile, with the little ribbon bows in your hair he loved so fucking much.
oh how he wished he didnât always take your sweets at that moment. how he wished he wasnât always an annoying blockhead and made you mad at times with his persistent personality and neediness as he stood there frozen in the rink staring at your bloodâ dark now and dull, wishing it was him instead of you.
you were knocked out for five days at the hospital.
you and satoru also didnât make it into the top three at the international skating union competition.
you shouldâve, as your score was already higher than any other pair there and only halfway through the routine tooâ but thatâs precisely why you got knocked out.
if you had finished your number, you wouldâve landed in the top three, but it ending halfway cut off the opportunity for accumulating more points, and eventually another pair surpassed your halfway score by two points.
but satoru didnât give a shit. fuck the olympics and fuck the international skating union while your body laid still on the hospital bed for hours on end, him refusing to leave your side as he sat there and stared off into space with nothing in his head but hatred for himself as it was his fault that this happened and his blade that sliced youâ eyes red and sunken and tired and refusing to eat or drink.
you had hit your head on the ice, but thankfully the trauma wasnât anywhere near the severity of akiraâs, it only inducing a strong concussion and sending you flying out of consciousness upon impact.
but it was the loss of blood that was the problem.
you had lost so much, too much of it.
it made you weak and frail and unable to do much and satoru worried that thatâs what was going to take away your fighting chance of survival.
âyou should go home satoruâŠâ your mother sighed, standing by the door of your hospital room, her own eyes red and swollen.
he shook his head no silently.
âsheâll still be here⊠you need to eat something or sleep please. you look awful.â
satoru smiled weakly and shook his head again.
âmâfine.â
your mother pursed her lips to the side and she sighed again, nodding.
âiâll come by early in the morning, alright?â
he hummed, giving her a tiny wave as she left and closed the door behind her.
satoru had brought a roll of pink ribbon from your little white box in your room, unrolling the pieces he chose and lifting his hands, taking the ends of your hair and trying to tie little thin bows the way you always did, but huffing softly in irritation when they just looked like shit.
he undid the one he was working on and settled for feeling the material of the ribbon between his thumbs instead.
satoru brought you bouquets everyday too.
sometimes three at a time as he continuously swapped out old flowers and replaced them with new ones, changed their water and poured fresh quantities into each vase to keep them alive, and often picked some more from the hospital garden when he went down to get some fresh air for a minuteâ the least he could do for nearly killing you.
and satoru had a lot of time to think while he waited for you to wake upâ bitter and resentful at the world for letting him sit there healthy while you were out, so much so that he started thinking stupid shit like how he wished you wouldâve forgotten him and dismissed his yapping dreams about ice skating when you met so you wouldâve been an independent skater instead, so you then wouldnât have gotten hurt by his idiocy and you wouldnât be laying in a hospital bed like you were now.
or swapped places. him instead of you so he could beat up the fucks that took akira away and beat up zeus orâ or aphrodite or whoever the fuck that was responsible for keeping him from you so he could come back to you⊠unsure if you were doing the same thing as he stared at your resting face.
you shouldâve just left him behind.
but he was sleeping when you woke.
arms propped up and crossed next to you on the hospital bed, his cheek mushed up on them and face to the side as you blinked your eyes open and was straight up confused, not a single memory of the incident flitting through your mind⊠until it did.
and it hit you bad.
your mind reeled with a pounding headache, tears prickling your eyes at the events that plagued through your mindâ a part of you knowing there was absolutely no way you and satoru made top three and gutted about it, feeling shaken from the memory alone of you falling and hitting the ice.. but grateful.
grateful to be alive, for you knew akira wasnât as lucky.
was it because of her that you had lived? had she pulled some strings to change your fate?
your eyes trailed down to a sleeping peaceful satoru, your gaze softening at how tired and broken he looked, bags dark and purple as he snored away next to you, your hand lifting and delicately settling over his fluffy white hair as you smiled that he was here next to youâ caressing.
satoru shot up wide awake then as you jumped and retracted your hand, the both of you alarmed and frantic.
âbaby?â he grabbed your hand and felt around it, feeling warmth for once as he stood up straight and shoved back one of the sleeves of his hoodie.
âyouâre awake? are you actually?ââ he pinched his arm hard over and over and you giggled.
you giggledâ the sound filling his ears and lifting an undeniable dark ton off of his shoulders as he relaxed, tears automatically brimming his eyes.
âi thought i fucking killed you sweets.â his voice shook, arms gently coming around you and pulling you into an embrace.
âkilled me?â you frowned. âtoru what are you talking aboutââ
âoh god you have amnesiaââ
âno!â you laughed. âwhat do you mean by almost killed me? you didnât do anything.â
âi did everything.â he spoke flatly. âi fucked up that lasso lift. i pushed you up too hard and we fell. i cut you with my blade i made you bleedââ
âtoru that was an accident.â you pulled back and your chest hurt over the devastated look on his face, wiping his tears and kissing his nose. ârememberâ akiâs partner felt just like this and we had to tell him too it was an accident. you canât control something like that. at all. itâs just unfortunate circumstance.â
âi know but i still feel likeââ he wiped his eyes and swallowed. âi still feel like i couldâve done something different. it shouldâve been me and not you and i shouldâveââ
âtoru donât even donât think about things like that.â you shook your head. âthere wasnât anything you couldâve done, baby. and thatâs okay.â
you gently scooched over on the bed and patted the spot next to yours, satoru immediately climbing and settling in, clinging on to you as he placed his head on your chest with his arm firm but careful around your waist, suddenly feeling how exhausted he actually was from the days he spent restless.
you couldnât have imagined the pain satoru mustâve gone through waiting for you to wake up. you didnât know how he even fucking managed as you wouldâve been torn into bits and pieces not knowing if he was going to live or not, looking at his limp bloody body the way he had to look at yours and it reminding you of the event that brought you both the most trauma and grief.
you couldnât believe you almost went out the same way.
satoru confirmed your thoughts later and filled you in on the results of the international skating union competition, rubbing salt into the wound a little more upon learning that you landed fourth, nearly there as you couldnât help but cry a bit in your hospital bed when he told you that you couldâve had a spot, satoru hugging you and reassuring you that youâd both have your shot at it in the next four years.
your family was relieved that you were awake, tons of people piling in and giving you sweets and food that satoru hungrily eyed and gawked over, you laughing and passing him the ones he particularly enjoyed most as you conversed with your relatives.
and recovery was thankfully easyâ doctors orders being just you taking it light and being careful not to bonk your head against anything, as well as taking care of the laceration on your legâ changing the bandage frequently every morning and night, satoru insisting he help you with that and with many other things that you needed as he tried to make up for what he still thought was his fault.
two weeks had gone by of just rest and peace and no figure skating, thinking you and satoru deserved this break, but also secretly petrified of stepping on the ice again after what had happenedâ neither of you wanting to hurt the other as you avoided the topic of training for the meantime at all costs.
âmaybe we should work at a water park.â you suggested one day, the two of you seated on a park bench through the chilly mid january air as you shared a plate of chocolate drizzled strawberries you got from some nice lady and her fruit stand. âbe lifeguards!â
âoh hell no!â he spoke with his mouthful before swallowing, readjusting the black round sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. âyou think iâm gonna be fine with watching random old men savoring after my wife in her little red bikini while iâm off saving some drowning kid? oh no thank you. let the kid drown.â
âtoru!â you laughed, smacking his shoulder. âokay then what else?â
âjanitors.â
you shrugged. âi like to clean. sometimes.â
âand your entire body is covered in those jumpsuits no stinky old men looking atââ
satoruâs phone buzzed against his jeans and he paused and pulled it out as you giggled, him barely glancing at the caller i.d before answering.
âhello?â
you mindlessly carried on plopping strawberries in your mouth and chewing.
âthis is heâŠ. oh hello! yes! how are you?â
you eyed satoru quizzically at his sudden formal change in tone, his eyes glued to the cement below.
âuh huh⊠really? oâokay! no yes for sure! thank you so much for the opportunity!â
opportunity?
you slowed your chewing and nudged his shoulder gently, wanting him to give you some kind of sign as to who it was on the other line.
âokay, weâll keep in touch! thank you again!â
satoru slowly removed his phone away from his ear as the other line went dead, staring at his screen and you curiously leaning over only to see his call history log, a random number at the top.
âholy fuck.â
âwhat?!â you leaned in closer and tried to catch his eyes with yours, his shocked wide gaze slowly flittering to your face.
âthat was the national olympic committee.â
you froze.
âshut the fuck up.â you covered your mouth. âtoru what did they say what did they sayââ
âone of the pairs that made it in the top three got disqualified.â he spat out quickly, shooting up and digging his fingers into his hair as he walked back and forth slowly in disbelief, spinning to face you. âiâ i donât know why i didnât ask but we got bumped up.â
silence.
âweââ your chest rose and fell erratically, eyes darting around as satoru knelt down and grabbed your hands.
âbaby we made it.â he tightened his grip. âweâre competing in the olympicsââ
you squealed and jumped up and down and pulled satoru in, the both of you comically bouncing off the walls as you wailed and cried and blabbered on about how you couldnât believe it and how a chance like this was even given to you, satoru lifting you and spinning you around but stopping and freaking out and apologizing profusely over your injured leg, you shaking your head and laughing, kissing him in return.
âwe canât avoid skating toru.â you spoke once you and him had settled down. âitâs literally what brought us together⊠and what brought us to aki. and even from you spinning me around like that it reminded me how much i missed skating with you.â
âi feel the same sweets.â he smiled, big and bright and handsome as he leaned over and kissed your rosy cheek. âi miss lifting you up and catching a glimpse of your ass underneath yourââ
âtoru!â
even though you and satoru were finally on board and accepting of bringing skating back into your lives, it wasnât to say at all that the fear itself went away when you tried to do lifts or spins in the air with each otherâ apprehensive and scared as you practiced on the mats way more than necessary before moving choreography to the ice, satoru multiple times chickening out and needing a moment as he was petrified of hurting you again, and you glued in place at the thought of falling and slamming on the ground when you had just survived mostly unscathed.
but this wasnât the time to be afraid over that anymore, and if akira were here, you both knew sheâd smack you upside the heads and tell you to move⊠to get on the ice and do the sport you both loved and cherished most.
to finalize your dream and make it a reality.
and throughout the month that you and satoru spent before the commencement of the olympics, you trained like never beforeâ no excuses as you worked tirelessly day and night with sweat literally dripping from your faces until every single goal was met and beyond, until every single throw from satoru was perfected and until every axel from you was delivered.
sometime during this month too, satoru finally got to take you out on that romantic candle lit dinner like he promised and asked you to be his girlfriend, him giddy and grinning the whole time and literally spoiling the moment as he meant to give you a chocolate dessert plate that said âwill you be mineâ in chocolate syrupy letters, but accidentally eating it and smearing the words when he confused your plate with his, smacking his forehead repeatedly on the dining table as the silverware clatteredâ muttering about how dark it was and how he couldnât fucking see, but you laughing so fucking much and clutching your stomach that your makeup smudged up at the corner of your eyes.
satoru was reminded again how much he loved you that day, because anyone else wouldâve gotten tremendously annoyed and called him an idiot, but youâŠ
you just giggled. giggled and hiccuped like always while he stared at you softly.
the love you and satoru shared stretched far beyond the concepts of what a platonic and romantic relationship was.
the love you and satoru shared was sacrifice. genuine sacrifice and yearn and absolute unadulterated love as you both without another thought would drop your careers for each other, would swap places if it meant the other would be safe from harmâs way, and would endure years of swallowing and pushing back feelings if it meant just keeping one another in your lives forever.
because thatâs what birds of a feather was for to begin with.
a promise to stick together. a promise to keep each other safe.
a concept so pure and devoted that it translated onto the ice like no other pair when it came time for the olympics.
âyou ready sweets?â satoru breathed out as you both stood in front of each other by the outside of the rink with interlaced fingers, shaking each otherâs jitters out. âno matter what happens, weâve already come so far and done so much, okay? weâve done what we needed to do.â
âmhm!â you quickly nodded, satoru leaning down before you both rested your foreheads against each otherâs with massive smiles on your faces, thunderous cheers echoing throughout the giant arena totally drowned out in your ears as you stared into satoruâs sparkling blue eyes.
âmake aki proud.â you repeated softly, and he nodded, you hoping once again she was watching over you both.
you both stuck your pinkies out at the same time and looped them together.
âbirds of a feather?â satoru beamed.
âbirds of a feather.â
and you kissed your thumbs before sealing your promise.
you both watched the pair that you were going right after perform their routine, beautiful and difficult as you gnawed at your bottom lip in distress.
âtoruâŠâ
âyeah baby?â
âsome of these pairs are crazy goodâŠâ you spoke over the music. âiâd honestly be happy with getting in the top twenty i donât know if we canââ
satoru scoffed and shook his head, a sly smile as he looked over the rink with his arms crossed.
ânah, weâd win.â
and just like akira had done in her final olympic yearâ in her final moments, you and satoru made it known that it was your debut, that you had been hungry and desperate for this moment since the ages of six and seven, that youâd been raised and trained by a four-time olympic gold medalist for a decade as you executed the most technical and intricate moves and turns, you and satoru moving as one on the ice and identical as he took your hands and glided on the ice with you, raw emotion in your expressions that read love so clearly that it was impossible to miss.
with each lift, with each time satoru took you in his arms and spun, and with each time he simply held you close and tenderly to his chest as his blades scrapped across the ice with your pretty bows in his viewâ were all reminders for the two of you that partner figure skating was nothing without satoru and nothing without you.
the privilege of having another way to convey just how much you loved each other through the language of artistic expression and skates and ice, through the feel of each otherâs skin, was one you nurtured and looked after and loved as the wind whipped through you and satoru due to the speed of your skates, performing quadruple axels like nothing while dropping the jaws of other figure skating pairs.
and because of this fact alone, how you both truly appreciated each otherâs entities and had the indescribable power to correlate that into competitive sportâ
was the reason why you and satoru won gold that day.
you and him, on your knees, gripping and hugging one another so hard and crying tears of joy as you both had come so far and gone through so much to get to where you were now, your dream now a complete and total reality as you stepped up onto that podium during the medal award ceremony just like akira had doneâ representing your country excellently with a big fat gold medal hung over your necks and a big fat kiss from satoru as he lip locked with you up there, flashings of cameras and bouquets and teddy bears scattered all throughout the ice in dismay.
âi love you!â satoru yelled to you over the roaring as you waved at the crowd, your mothers crying and blowing their noses and taking pictures from the edge of the rink as you and satoru cackled and pointed at them.
âi love you, toru!â
âno like seriously!â he put his waving hand down. âi wouldnât be here if it wasnât for you. thank you for recognizing that i have love and dreams too baby and for not forgetting about me even when iâve been the most annoying dipshit of your life.â
âyouâve never been that to me my god toru! where is this coming from?â he hopped off the podium once you two were given the all clear and he held a helping hand out for you to take, you doing so and carefully stepping down.
âreeaally?â he cheesed, cheeky and silly as his big pearly white smile made your cheeks flush. âso you love me then?â
âi literally would not be with you if i didnâtââ
âhooray!â he cheered, throwing his arms up as flower petals flew from his bouquets and around. âmy girlfriend loves me! and weâre gonna have rough passionate olympian sex in our hotel roomââ
âtoru!ââ
the love you and satoru shared wasnât something silly like âi like you, you like me.â
it was call me when you get home.
have you eaten yet?
here, let me help you.
whatever you need.
yours and satoruâs souls were exactly the sameâ blended, intertwined, and stubbornly knotted together as no amount of tug and pull could unravel you both apart, satoru finding over the years that loving you was like muscle memory from the moment he met you, his nerves and reflexes gravitating him towards you on the ice that first time even when he knew there was a huge chance of him slipping and falling, but not being afraid of it at all as long as he just got to you, convinced he knew you in another life as you just felt so familiar the moment he saw your pretty little face.
and youâre so glad that he did get to you⊠that he stayed with you.
fourteen years of ice cream trips and sleepovers and horror movies from the moment you were teeny tiny babies to adults, experiencing the hardships of your teenage years of loss and grief, to then adulthood and college as you had the privilege of learning to navigate it with another being that was just like you, two little birds with no sense of direction other than to each other.
and it was all thanks to one woman and one woman alone.
âi honestly believe that if she was there, she wouldâve brought one of those confetti poppers with dye in it and set it off.â you commented, you and satoru sitting on the grass at her grave site as you leaned your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours, having literally just come off the plane from being at the olympicsâ your countries olympic button up thick jackets adorning your figures as your gold medals gleamed radiantly against the sun.
âi wish she was there.â satoru hummed, and you nodded softly in agreement.
âme too⊠but iâm sure she was! as a little birdie.â
he chuckled, finding your hand and interlacing your fingers as you stared at her tombstone like youâd done so many times before already⊠except this time it was bittersweet, you having accomplished what the three of you had strived so hard for at last.
âi miss her.â you murmured. âi miss her cussing.â
your eyes flickered down to her peace offerings, the little snow angel trinket you had gotten her still pretty and glossy and her as it sat happily on her stone platform.
satoru picked his head up and kissed the top of your head, propping his chin up on it.
âi miss her too baby.â he responded softly. âeveryday.â
âbutâ i canât thank her enough for giving us the bullets to fire with for skating.. yâknow..â you ran the pad of your index finger along her tombstone, rough and scratchy as you traced little hearts along the edges.
âand she brought us closer together, did she not?â satoru pointed out.
she did.
a woman who was clumsy and loud and erratic with the biggest potty mouth you had ever heard that was passed down to you and satoru in the blink of an eye⊠but man did she know what love was as she taught it to you and reminded you both of exactly what it was each and every day.
you and satoru had accepted the fact that your hearts would never be whole again, for akira had taken half of them elsewhere and into the depths of the unknown.
but you were okay with that. completely and utterly okay with that.
for love had no limits.
you wanted her to keep it, as you and satoru stitched the remaining halves of your hearts together to create a new whole, as there was no one else you both would rather have that part of you with them forever besides akira.
and yours and satoruâs stitched up hearts grew increasingly bigger and fonder even after a couple of years later, even after winning three more olympic gold medals, you and him back at the same place in front of akiraâs grave like always, sitting and laughing and chattingâ but with two little baby toddlers that were half of you and half of satoru as they blubbered on about âmama akiâ and her trophies, a delicate twinkling ring on your finger and a golden band around satoruâs as your little family had a picnic over her final resting place.
âpapa!â your son exclaimed, satoru immediately turning his attention to him in the midst of scarfing down a turkey sandwich.
âyes my offspring?â
you playfully glared at your husband.
âwhy do your eyes look scarier in the day?â
âHAH!â you slapped a hand over your mouth to hush your cackling, satoruâs face absolutely taken aback and offended.
âthey do!â your daughter giggled. âthey do! they do!ââ
âbaby do something!â satoru whined, shoulders slumping as he threw his head back. âiâm being bullied by five year oldâs!â
you giggled and kissed his cheek, his pout quickly turning into a soft little grin as his face flushed pink.
âbut your papaâs eyes are pretty you guys! and they match yours!â
âmmmâ nope! scary!â
your two twin toddlers giggled uncontrollably as they thought being mean to their dad was the funniest thing in the world, you laughing with them as satoru flopped back dramatically and completely laid down on the grass with his eyes looking straight up at the bright sky.
âsâokay.â he spoke flatly. âif even my pretty little wife thinks my suffering is funny iâll just burn my eyes to a crispââ
âtoru!â you slapped his knee. âtoo graphic in front of the kiddies.â
âbut my suffering!ââ
âmommy mommy!â your daughter tugged at your sleeve and pointed to the top of akiraâs tombstone, a cute perfect white and brown bird perched up on the edge and peering curiously at the four of you, the creature not alarmed whatsoever of your childrenâs sudden movements as they scrambled to get closer to it.
satoru propped himself up with an elbow and stared before you both locked eyes, knowing growing smiles on your faces as he fully sat upâ leaning and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting it linger.
aki.
and it was like you and satoru were reminded again of your promise that you still told each other every day.
a promise that consisted of your years together⊠of your love, of your undying fervor of sticking together, of your need of keeping each other safeâŠ
of birds of a feather.
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watching your beautiful boyfriend stand patiently, a bouquet of roses in his hand as he awaits your arrival.
you can only admire nanamiâs handsomeness from across the street; taking in his height and wide shoulders that fit his winter coat perfectly.
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âwhatâs wrong ?â
âiâm so sorry i took so long. you were here in the freezingââ
his low chuckle cuts you off â taking you by surprise â as you mentally capture the heavenly image of the look on his face.
âhere.â heâs still smiling as he hands you the stunning bundle of roses and steps closer to press a kiss to your forehead.
âyou donât need to worry one bit about me waiting. i could stand in a blizzard for you.â
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oblivious!Nanami who cannot fathom that youâd like him back let alone want him so youâre forced to get more and more obvious with your flirting.
oblivious!Nanami who you bring a coffee one morning, his name on the paper sleeve surrounded by little hearts. he doesn't even look at the cup, just gulps down the scalding coffee and thanks you quietly.
"You're very kind. I needed the caffeine."
oblivious!Nanami who drives you home when you miss the train, but politely declines your offer to come up for tea because he knows you have an early shift the next day.
âI couldnât possibly, but thank you.â
oblivious!Nanami who is way too nice about receiving your âdrunk textsâ, telling you to forget the whole thing and that thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about.
âAh, I believe youâve texted the wrong person. Iâll delete these. Have a fun night.â
oblivious!Nanami who agrees to come over to help you paint above your kitchen cabinets because heâs your tallest friend, who blushes at your jokes about him âfalling for youâ while you hold the ladder steady but doesnât play along.
âDonât worry, I have excellent balance.â
oblivious!Nanami who tells himself that itâs perfectly normal for you to take your top off and finish painting in a sports bra, because itâs just so hot in your house.
âOf course, I donât mind. It is quite warm.â
oblivious!Nanami who goes home and touches himself to the thought of you, to the idea of how close youâd been, how little youâd been wearing.
âSheâs so beautiful, so sweet, fuck, fuckâŠâ
oblivious!Nanami who pictures your face when he comes into his fist, who cleans himself up guiltily and avoids you at work for the whole next week in self-imposed punishment.
âGood afternoon. Excuse me. Thank you.â
oblivious!Nanami who bites his tongue to keep from confessing when you ask him if he likes anyone, if he has a type.
âI, ah, Iâm single, yes. I donât exactly have a type.â
oblivious!Nanami whose heart sinks when you tell him that you have a crush on someone, who has to clench his fists in his pockets when you gush about them.
âIâm sure theyâre wonderful. Theyâre a lucky person.â
oblivious!Nanami who feels the knife twist as you assure him that they are, that theyâre handsome and kind and funny and brilliant, but way out of your league.
âIâm sure thatâs not true. Youâre all that and more.â
oblivious!Nanami who shakes his head in disbelief when you tell him that you donât think they feel the same way, because youâve dropped about a million hints and they havenât ever reciprocated.
âThat sounds frustrating. Maybe you should just tell them how you feel. At least then youâd know.â
oblivious!Nanami who thinks heâs dreaming when you lean in and press a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek, when you say that thatâs very good advice, when you take his hand.
âItâs you, Kento. Itâs always been.â
oblivious!Nanami who canât hold back from kissing you, pulling you into a breathless embrace, murmuring against your lips.
âIt canât be, so long, I never imaginedâŠâ
oblivious!Nanami who lies awake in bed beside you, his mind replaying all the signals he had missed or chosen not to believe.
oblivious!Nanami who promises to make up for lost time, and never lets you doubt his love again.
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