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chishiyashoodie · 2 years ago
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I never really understood what “I love you, Victor. But you aren’t mine” meant until I met Nijirō
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lenasimp · 2 years ago
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I am so in love with this man it’s becoming unhealthy
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stllite · 2 years ago
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dream of mine •°ˎˊ˗
chishiya shuntaro x fem!reader
word count 1.5k
summary chishiya wanting you to do his makeup after seeing how pretty you do yours.
warnings mentions of smoking 🍃, a bit suggestive at some points, a bit of ooc chishiya, flufffff
authors note idk how i feel about this but i needed to write a lil fic of me doing chishiya’s eyeliner because who wouldn’t???? (also he looks so beautiful in this gif sjsjjsjs i’m down bad) lastly, pls pls pls send requests !! i’m going through a writers block rn but really want to write more chishiya fics and even other characters 🫶🏼
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most days, you were exhausted after playing one of the games. practically fighting for your life and sometimes coming back to the beach with bruises or injuries was tiring.
however, this particular game wasn’t as tiring as the others. mainly because chishiya was by your side as he was every other game. this one just happened to be one of his fortes which made beating it like a breeze.
after the game, you decided to stay up rather than go straight to bed like you usually do and smoke a bit of the weed kuina gave you — one of the amazing wonders of being here at the beach. now you were feeling relaxed and most importantly good.
you wouldn’t take chishiya as someone who smokes weed per se but he surprisingly took the joint right out of your hand when you had offered.
so now, he was sitting against the head board of your bed while you were doing your makeup in the mirror right across from it, giving him a perfect sight of you.
you were so focused on what you were doing — your hand moving smoothly to create a beautiful sharp line across your eye, filling it in making your eyes seem more captivating than they already were. you moved your head side-to-side, checking if they were even. when you realized they were, you giggled to yourself. partly being the weed making you giddy but also because you were a pro at eyeliner and were always proud of yourself when creating yet another perfect cat eye.
chishiya noticed all this and kept his eyes on you throughout your whole makeup process. he didn’t know what exactly you were doing and didn’t think you needed any of it but he enjoyed watching you.
“i admire the way you do that,” he finally spoke.
you looked at him through the mirror, furrowing your brows. “do what?”

“your makeup,” he gave you a small smirk before continuing. “you do it so smoothly like it’s almost natural to you. and it always ends up looking great.”
you turned to face him, your cheeks now pink and smiled at him.
and then you got an idea. you weren’t sure how he was going to react but you proceeded to ask anyway.
“do you want some?”
he raised his eyebrows at this making you regret asking in the first place. you turned back around and finished applying a bit of lipgloss.
“sure.”
you paused, turning back at him once again. wide-eyed, you wanted to be sure. “really?”
he smirked at you and nodded simply — his way of letting you know that he wanted you to do it.
you instantly grabbed your small makeup bag and practically jumped on the bed, sitting across from him.
“okay, what would you like?”
“what you have,” he replied.
“eyeliner?”
he simply nodded.
“blush too?”
he snickered. “i said whatever you had, didn’t i?”
“no need for the attitude.”
“just do my makeup please.”
you giggled, pulling out your eyeliner and moved a bit closer to chishiya. he stared at you whilst you tried to find a good position to be in without screwing up his liner.
however, you were struggling. you opened the eyeliner to get ready to draw them on his eyes then pulled away multiple times because every position was uncomfortable.
then, you broke into a fit of laughter, thinking about how ridiculous you must’ve looked.
“oh, you’re gone gone.” chishiya said blankly, looking at you as you were trying to catch your breath. he chuckled a bit.
“shut up. no i’m not, i’m fine,” you replied between laughs.
he rolled his eyes. “just do my makeup, dumbass.”
“okay, okay. i’m sorry.”
trying to be serious, you took a deep breath and leaned closer to him, attempting again to do his liner yet the position was still uncomfortable. you huffed frustratingly.
“do you want me to lay down maybe?”
you stopped your movements and leaned back, mouth opened slightly attempting to form a reply.
that’ll mean you have to be…on top of him.
“only if you’re comfortable, of course,” he reassured after seeing your reaction to his words.
you let out a breath. “yeah, i am. are you?”
he nodded and gave you a small smile.
then suddenly, you pushed him down on the bed gently and got on top of him.
“woah, okay,” he chuckled.
you then opened your eyeliner once again and got ready to finally draw them on his eyes. “this is much more comfortable.”
“told you. i’m always right.”
“shut up.”
you moved closer to his face, now drawing the lines on his eyes. you didn’t realize this because of how focused you were, but you were really close to his face. so close, he could feel your soft breaths.
he stared up at you with hooded eyes, paying attention to your every move. he noticed the slight bite of your lip — something you always did when you were really focused on something. he noticed the way your hair fell in front of your face, perfectly framing it and how you would get annoyed and push it back behind your ears. the way the blush on your face made you illuminate more against the room light — not like you needed it.
he also noticed how the hand you weren’t using to do his makeup, rested gently on his chest. how you were so gentle with your movements, he almost couldn’t feel you even applying the liner. this was such an intimate moment for you two. he was enjoying every second of it.
he tilted his head to the side and blinked, not realizing that you were still doing his liner.
“would you stop moving!” you called out, gripping his face with the hand that was originally on his chest. “gonna have to tie you up.”
“that sounds kinky.”
“god, i’m going to fight you.”
“that too.”
you abruptly stopped your movements, leaning back from him and squinted your eyes. 

“sorry, sorry.”
you playfully rolled your eyes and continued the liner on his other eye, still holding his face gently.
after a few moments, you finished his liner and then proceeded to give him a bit of blush — like he had asked. once you were done, you held his face with both of your hands and moved his face side-to-side, detecting if you needed to fix anything. when you were satisfied, you smiled brightly, giggling to yourself a bit. “you look pretty! wanna see?”
he snickered while you went in your makeup bag to grab your mirror. still, your bodies were close to one another as you were still on top of him. the way you smiled brightly at him and the way you handled him so gently throughout this whole process drove him crazy. he just wanted to grab your face and kiss you.
so he did.
you were still looking for your small mirror in your makeup bag, furrowing your brows wondering where you may have put it.
chishiya looked at you with an intent gaze, pupils widening. he moved his hand to cup the side of your face, moving your head to turn towards him, pulling your face closer. “sorry i must’ve left it at-“
he interrupted you by placing his lips on yours. shocked at first, it took you a moment to kiss back. but once you did, you melted into him, placing both your hands on his chest as he placed his other hand that wasn’t cupping your face on your hip, pulling you closer to him.
he tasted the sweetness of your lipgloss and he couldn’t get enough of it. he couldn’t get enough of you. kissing you felt like so right, even in a place like the borderlands. it made him forget about everything except you in that moment.
he didn’t want to, but he pulled away to catch his breath, seeing your lipgloss now smeared across your face.
it did something to him.
“wanted some lipgloss too,” he smiled.
you laughed. “you’re an idiot.”
“yeah, but you liked it. didn’t you?”
“i did.”
you leaned in again to kiss him once more and moved one of your hands from his chest to his face, him now placing both his hands on your hips. you both smiled into the kiss, laughing slightly. but that was soon interrupted by the door being opened suddenly.
“hey guys i’ve been looking- woah! what the fuck?”
you and chishiya jumped off of each other and sat up straight, staring at a very shocked kuina. she smiled wide and began jumping up and down.
“kuina, please. don’t start,” chishiya warned.
“okay one, it reeks of weed in here and two, about motherfucking time!”
chishiya huffed and collapsed on the bed.
“i like your makeup by the way!”
chishiya flicked her off.
you chuckled, looking at kuina with a smirk. she winked back at you then proceeded to walk out the door. “don’t have too much fun tonight.”
you giggled, turning back to chishiya who was staring up at the ceiling. you joined him, still giggling to yourself.
you turned to look at him. “want to go on the roof and smoke some more?”
“i don’t think you need anymore.” he turned and met your gaze. smirking, he replied. “but yes.”
you smiled wide. “by the way, your makeup really does look good.”
“i know. cause you did it.”
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cupofcappuccino · 2 years ago
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nijiro heyyyyy
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iwanttobeacheesecake · 10 months ago
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They all share the same Japanese VA
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As this guy—
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Natsuki and Äs Nödt come on
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shunchitaro · 2 years ago
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Chishiya x GN!Reader
Genre: Angst (TW: Death, mentions of being stabbed by a glass shard, possibly rushed oneshot) Romantic In which Chishiya makes it out of the borderlands and remembers everything, including losing you.
["Lights are on But nobody's home"]
"Game complete"
The last thing Chishiya remembered was laying slouched against a car holding his bleeding side, then fireworks, then nothing.
The next thing he hears after being completely knocked out is the beeping of what he knows is a heart monitor. He opens his eyes slowly to see a doctor standing beside someone he couldn't make out yet, since his eyesight was adjusting to the lights; and he could slowly hear the doctors voice increase to more than just something muffled.
"..for a minute your heart stopped, as well as the person beside you. It's a miracle you're alive, you both were in the border between life and death."
Border. Life and death.
Chishiya's head turned to the side after the doctor left, coming face to face with a male with long black hair up to his shoulders. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. He felt like he knew who this was, but couldn't put a finger to it.
"Seriously? Out of all people, I have to be next to you?" The male mumbled, and Chishiya instantly recognized the sharp tone.
"Niragi?"
"Yeah, who else? Did you want it to be Y/N?"
Y/N?
Chishiya stared at the ceiling. Y/N? Who was that? Why did he feel a tug at his heart, hearing their name?
"That look on your face tells me you don't remember who they are." Niragi spoke up again, and Chishiya turned to him.
"You know, you guys were incredibly soppy. After that King of Spades game, you wouldn't let go of them, begging them to hold on because it was almost over. I never imagined you'd be capable to cry over someone" Niragi snickers
Then it hits Chishiya.
They were in the borderlands fighting the King of Spades, and Y/N had helped Arisu lead the King to the pharmacy, where they blew him up. He also remembered seeing Y/N tumble into the gravel, a glass shard protruding from their chest. He remembered holding them close, begging them to hold on a little while longer, because everything was going to be just fine.
He sat up suddenly, ripping the IV cords off himself and heading out ignoring Niragi's protests. He quickly walked down the hall, searching for the main desk.
He needed to see them, to make sure they made it.
"Excuse me, was there a patient named Y/N L/N here?" He asks urgently, and the nurse goes through the file. "Room 603-" Chishiya interrupted with a quick 'thank you' before hurrying off, not wanting to waste a single second.
Room 600, Room 601, Room 602-
"Y/N!" He burst into the room only to freeze in the doorway to see Kuina holding into their pale hand, tears in her eyes. He gave her a questioning look, and she shook her head slowly.
No.
"Chishiya.. they got them here safely, but they lost a lot of blood due to the glass in their chest. They were able to last through the week, but they were too weak today." She explained
Please no.
He went up to them, holding their hand. It felt cold and limp against his skin, and he held their hand to his cheek as he gazed at their peaceful figure.
One whole week. They were here one whole week, and he missed it.
<><><><>
He got discharged and headed home seeing his lights were still on exactly how he'd left it during the borderlands. He remembered taking Y/N here, how they'd hugged out the possible last few minutes of the games away. How they'd finally confessed their love for one another, after so long.
"Chishiya, what if I told you I loved you?" He glanced at Y/N, caressing their cheek, a small smile on his face. "What if I told you I felt the same?"
He wished he could've told them a little earlier, if only he hadn't wasted precious time secretly admiring Y/N.
If he did, would they be together? Would Y/N still be on the couch lazing with a book and hot cocoa, greeting Chishiya with a hug and a 'welcome back'?
Chishiya was home but it felt empty.
Empty, because they were no longer there.
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lunartie-s · 2 years ago
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Ihydrated hair on 🔛
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aleksandramurakami · 2 years ago
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shoujo-josei-anime-poll · 1 year ago
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Favorite Shoujo / Josei Anime (Round 1)
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girlygirltournament · 1 year ago
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Bracket 3 - Side A - Round 1
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Mari Tsutsui (Rainbow Days/Nijiiro Days) vs. Ella (Total Drama)
More information under the cut!
Mari Tsutsui: Everyone thinks Mari is cute. Even though she seems mean and nasty at second glance. This is because she trusts no one except her best friend, with whom she is in love. But, in private, she loves girly things! Nail polish, nice clothes, glitter accessories, and so on.
Ella:  Is a parody of a Disney princess, always singing to animals and being one of the kindest contestants
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zeroothoughts · 2 years ago
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I was stalking Nijiro’s likes on twitter and found this
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Nijiro is there something your not telling us?
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chishiyashoodie · 1 year ago
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Smiley Nijirō is my favourite Nijirō 🥺
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ajstaria · 2 years ago
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My grandkids pranking me on 3056:
"Nijiro Murakami dead at 1,059"
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSJDJAHDJS FFUCK YOU NO NO WYA HE M DIED HES NOT DEAD YET, IM GOING DOWN WITH HIM
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stllite · 2 years ago
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3am •°ˎˊ˗
chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader
word count 2.6k
summary 3am brings out the most vulnerable and real version of ourselves. on this particular night, you and chishiya unravel those parts of each other.
warnings mentions of parental issues, angsty, non borderland au
authors note had this idea after listening to my 3am playlist. i cant get chishiya/nijiro out of my mind fr. hope you guys enjoy this fic!
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most of the world was asleep. the only light shining outside was from the moon, the stars, and some streets. slight, but there nevertheless.
in your case however, your desk and laptop screen also shining light. an unnatural and annoying light that was beginning to give you a headache.
it was about two-fifty in the morning — close to three. you and chishiya, who you’d consider a good friend in uni, were studying for your upcoming mid-term since the both of you were pre-med students.
it’s safe to say, you were stressed out. the topic you’d been learning looking like a completely different language the more you looked and attempted to learn it.
you huffed frustratingly, beginning to write in your notebook harshly and quickly. chishiya turned his attention from the textbook in front of him to you as you were making a lot of noises suggesting your stress.
“everything alright?”
at this point, chishiya was already prepared and confident for the exam. he stood by you however, because it seemed like you needed the company.
and the help.
you continued your harsh writing. “yeah, I’m fine.”
he shrugged, continuing back to his book and left you to your studying. or stabbing of your poor notebook.
your thoughts were everywhere else except where they really needed to be, going a million hours at once. the stress of this exam, intrusive thoughts of just quitting starting to enter your brain, and a random song in the background, banging in your head at once. you were tired.
maybe this is why i’m not processing all this information, you thought.
at that point, you about had it.
you turned off your desk light while standing up from your chair suddenly and made your way out of your room, chishiya’s eyebrows raising at your actions. he sighed, then followed you out.
when he made it to where you were, he saw you leaning against your kitchen counter with your head down in front of your coffee machine. the sound of it in the midst of pouring your third cup for the night, echoing throughout the silent apartment walls.
he stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do. hell, he didn’t know how to comfort anyone. weirdly, he wanted to comfort you.
you were always so bubbly — shy and introverted but outgoing when he got to know you. you cared a lot. probably too much for chishiya’s liking. you two were polar opposites but he didn’t mind. maybe, the universe put you two together for this sole reason.
“y/n?”
you picked up your head and stood up regularly, turning your body towards him. you didn’t say anything. you just looked at him blankly.
“too much coffee isn’t good for you.” he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall behind him and continued. “you should know that, you’re a med student.”
it sounded much harsher than what he had originally in his mind. but that was chishiya’s way of showing that he…cared?
you huffed. “god, chishiya. i don’t need your input. i just need to pass this goddamn exam and coffee is going to help. you’re already going to pass so i don’t know why you care.”
he just stared at you as you turned back around and poured your coffee into your hello kitty mug, reminding him of the time you FaceTimed him when you got the mug. you were so excited and happy over something that seemed so silly.
but that’s just how you were. though, he always felt like there was a part of you that he had not seen just yet. he read people scarily well and…he would know.
you breezed passed him and back into your room, cranking your music up. the aroma of your scent lingering until he followed you back in.
you were sitting on your window sill filled with all your plushies and other pillows with your textbook on your lap, flipping through the pages and sipping your coffee.
he sat across from you and looked out the view from your window. you didn’t look up from your book once.
one thing he loved about coming over to yours was the view you had. the beautiful sight of the city that the moonlight was shining upon. your music in the background making the view ethereal. it was peaceful. like a pause from the chaotic world.
his thoughts were interrupted by you flipping the page of your textbook harshly. taking yet another sip of your coffee while your eyes scanned the information.
he turned to you and kept his gaze there. despite the frustration written all over your face, you were shining against the moonlight. your soft features illuminating against it, like the moon was focusing on only you in that moment.
examining your face more, he saw tears starting to pool up in your eyes. the facade you were trying so hard to put up, finally fading away.
he paused. his attempt on comforting you earlier had failed miserably. now you were crying?
he shifted in his seat and looked back out the window, pretending not to notice. he felt uncomfortable. he didn’t know what to do. he was used to keeping his emotions inside at all times. he assumed the same for you. but now, it seems those bottled up emotions were pouring out of you and even though you didn’t want it, you let it.
he heard you sniffle, his eyes returning back to your face. you quickly wiped your tears and closed your textbook, throwing it on the ground next to you whilst placing your coffee gently atop of it.
you pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, looking out the window to the view. tears were still spilling out and now you weren’t wiping them away. you were letting your tears fall into the night. but despite your built up emotions spilling out, your face remained still and blank. your tears just grazing on top of it.
“i have a feeling this is more then the mid-term that’s on your mind,” chishiya said, breaking the silence.
you didn’t say anything for a moment, your eyes still on the view of the quiet night. you let his words sit with you because he was right. and you hated how well he could read people — especially you.
you let out a breath before speaking. “it’s not like you would care.”
you knew chishiya wasn’t the type of person to express his feelings. so why would he listen to you express yours? regardless, he surprised you with his next choice of words. “try me.”
those words had you finally looking away from the view and to him, his gaze looking at you intently. inviting you, daring you to give him a chance.
“it’s a lot,” you started, gaze looking back out the window. you let out a soft chuckle. “i’m a mess.”
you felt him scoot closer to you, his eyes burning through you to get something, anything out of you. you felt that this was his way of letting you know that he was here to listen — something you weren’t used to.
finally, you let the words fall out of your mouth.
“i don’t want to be a fucking doctor.”
the words that were engraved in your brain since the minute you started uni was finally out into the night. for only you and chishiya to hear. and now, you felt somewhat free.
you looked back at him, his eyebrows having a slight furrow to them, expressing to continue your thought. “this is not my dream. to be honest, i’m really doing this for my mother.” you spoke your next sentence quieter, practically whispering. “because she wasn’t able to because of me.”
“what do you mean?”
you bit the inside of your cheek before continuing. “she was my age when she met my dad, so close to getting into her dream university because she took a gap year.”
he scanned your face, tears still spilling but your face still remaining blank.
“she was in love with him. and well, long story short, she got pregnant with me and couldn’t follow her dreams of becoming a doctor. so that’s why i’m doing what i’m doing. but it’s not what i want.”
he pursed his lips. “you shouldn’t let her be the reason to not enjoy your life.”
“but i love her. she’s been through hell for me. and i feel like it’s my fault she never got to follow her dream.”
“it’s not though.”
“but it’s the least i could do.”
he took his eyes off of you, returning his eyes to the window. he remained quiet for a moment which only built your nerves more. maybe, you shouldn’t have said anything? maybe you should of just kept on pretending. interrupting your thoughts, he spoke. “can i tell you something?”
you hummed in response, starting to feel more at ease.
“i don’t want to be a doctor either.”
chishiya didn’t know why he decided to tell you something that was so vulnerable to him. he spent years trying to dig it so deep in his brain that he would eventually forget it. but after admitting those words aloud, he realized he was simply putting up a facade. just like you.
“for similar reasons as you. except, my father never really was there for me nor showed he cared,” he shrugged.
he guessed that telling you this unexpectedly was because he felt you. and weirdly, he felt bad for you. you cared so much that you’re doing something that doesn’t make you happy. you didn’t deserve that.
“wow,” you replied. “i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.”
he looked at you, seeing your blank expression turn into concern. you really did care a lot about others. he was surprisingly glad he was one of them. at the same time however, he didn’t deserve someone like you to care for someone like him. “don’t be. i’m fine.”
his blunt expression grew more concern for you. you weren’t sure how he would respond if you kept prodding. but you did so nevertheless. “are you sure?”
he sighed. he wasn’t sure how to answer this. no one had ever asked. “i’m doing what i can.”
you gave him a slight smile. “i think we all are. sometimes, that’s the best we could do.”
he smirked back, looking at the view once more causing you to do the same. no matter what, you two always returned your eyes to it. you both never seemed to get tired of the sight.
“what is your dream?” he asked.
you smiled, despite all the emotions you were truly feeling. no one had ever asked you that before. no one ever cared to ask. “i want to be a writer.”
“really?”
“yeah. it’s like my escape,” you leaned a bit closer to the window before continuing. “no one has ever really listened to me or know the real me. they never really cared to. but writing — it’s a way i get to express the real me. and the ideas in my head.”
he looked over at you once more. your eyes were glistening with passion. something he never saw from you. it made him smile a bit. he silently hoped that you would be able to follow your dream. it seemed like something you truly adored.
“what about you?” you asked, meeting his gaze.
he snickered. “never really thought about that.”
you simply nodded.
“maybe travel the world. there’s so many places i haven’t seen yet. i would like to see all of them if i could.”
you gasped suddenly, causing chishiya to jump from your abrupt action. “i have an idea!”
he raised his eyebrows.
“when we graduate, we should take a trip! we could go anywhere you’d like.”
“with what money?”
“we’ll save up. if not, we’ll wing it.”
he chuckled at your comment. smirking, he nodded an agreement. “sounds like a plan.”
you smiled back at him. “any particular place you have in mind?”
he thought for a moment before answering. “Switzerland. i don’t know, that place looks unreal from what i’ve seen in photos. it’s definitely on my bucket list.”
“then Switzerland is where we’ll go.”
he smiled at you. a genuine smile. it was small. so small that any other person wouldn’t have realized it. but you — you noticed.
“you know,” you started, turning your attention back to the night. “nighttime has always been my favorite.”
he tilted his head, urging for you to carry on.
“not only is the world quiet from all the chaos, but you see people’s authentic selves. during the day, you put up this mask so people don’t see the real you. cause you’re scared that if they see the real you, they’ll run off. and the world is so loud that sometimes you wish you could just take a pause from all of it. nighttime, is like that pause. with the world quiet and the moonlight shining on the world lightly, its peaceful and inviting. that’s when people take off that mask of theirs and are comfortable with their vulnerable and real selves. and whoever you’re with in that moment to share your vulnerability with, its true and authentic. not something you put up to protect yourself.”
after a moment, you looked over at him, blood rushing to your cheeks. you said a lot and felt embarrassed. but he just looked at you keenly.
“i can see you as a writer.”
you furrowed your brows, confused at his response.
“your words are beautiful.”
your eyes widened, a slight sparkle to them. his words hit you hard. the kind of hit that felt like every negative emotion in you had disappeared. the kind that made your authentic self comfortable with him. the kind that felt like it was only you two in the world.
he simply just looked away. he honestly didn’t know what to say nor do next. but he was content. cause his words were truthful. you were a beautiful person all around. and he wanted to be sure that you knew that. even though the feelings he was feeling were foreign and uncomfortable, your words were right. the nighttime and you were making the chaos in his mind bearable.
you both sat in comfortable silence with the soft music in the background. the moon seemed like it had shined brighter, now illuminating and focusing on the both of you. making you two feel safe with each other.
after the blissful moment, you glanced at the clock on your nightstand. three-thirty.
chishiya followed your eyes and turned to also see the time.
“shit,” he muttered. “i better get going.”
“yeah,” you replied, a little saddened that he was leaving.
he got up from your window sill and began to gather his things. you just watched, bringing your knees closer to you as you rested your head against them.
once he was done, he threw his backpack over his shoulder and walked towards your door. but before he opened it, he paused and looked at you. really looked at you.
“i know i don’t say this enough or show it but, i really do care for you.”
you lifted your head up, mouth slightly agape at his words. he…cared for you? he cared for you.
you smiled at his words while he slightly grinned back.
“see you tomorrow, y/n/n.”
and then, he walked out the door into the peaceful night. leaving you breathless, filled with old and new emotions but most importantly, leaving you free.
he saw the real you. he listened to you. and he cares about you.
and while you don’t know where this is going or where it will go, you do know you care for him too. more than you ever had for anyone.
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cupofcappuccino · 2 years ago
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I love him SO much
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missorigamimk · 2 years ago
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SNAPS-EDITS @falling4younj
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