#osaki shotaro soft thoughts

[atzhrts]

can't get the thought of shotaro showing you his fav spots in japan out of my head, :( him taking you to his fav places and sharing memories of what happened there as smiles and kisses you, telling you he's making new memories with you while holding hands, :( him teaching you Japanese and words in dialect so you'd know and he just has the biggest smile ever on his face bc he's sharing these things with the person he loves :((

anon did you know that his japanese is my weakness? :(

i can just picture it so clearly, gifting you a trip to japan for your birthday probably during may so you get to see the cherry blossoms.

giving you a pep talk during the drive from the airport to his family home, taking your hands in his as he tells you not to worry. he’s telling you that his family will love you as soon as they meet you, and if not they will as soon as they see how much he adores you and that his siblings are very excited to meet you. and you quickly find out he is just right, his family greeting you with a big meal and lovely words and you find out exactly where shotaro gets his charm from.

that night he makes a whole itinerary, laying in his childhood bed, one arm wrapped around you shoulder as he lazily plays with your hair. the other hand is holding his phone and he honestly struggling to type with just his thumb but he’d rather do that than let go of you. kind of unnecessary because the small space of his twin size bed forcing the two of you to snuggle as close a suit can get, your head on his chest and your legs intertwined as your cold feet touch his shin.

he takes you to all his favorite places he spent the majority of his childhood at, introducing you to his old friends and taking you to his first ever dance studio. shotaro tells you how happy he is finally getting to show you his home country and make new precious memories with you there.

he also definitely teaches you japanese, smiling at you fondly as you try to talk to his family in his native tongue or order in a restaurant. only if you’re comfortable tho, if you’re more of an introvert shotaro is the first one to order for you or talk to other people for you.

can you imagine spending nights at his family own, laughter echoing through the space as his mom shows you old picture of taro? 😭😭😭😭

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Who in riize do u think would like a partner who’s slightly older/younger than them, like a year or two age difference? N then who do you think would prefer someone who’s older and has more life experience? (Basically kinda in a who would want to be taken care of by their partner vs them being the one to take care of their partner type of way)

hmmmmm this may be a bit controversial I fear

RIIZE OLDER VS YOUNGER based on astrology~

reminder this is based off of MY opinions of their birth chart placements + aspects and is not exact fact unless I knew them myself and I am not a professional astrologer 🤍

Older

Seunghan

a lot of people think Seunghan would have a younger s.o but ngl..he'd probably like someone more older or at least a person that has more experience/more mature. I say this because the things he'd want the most I feel like he'd expect or more easily get from someone older. He wants someone that would be independent + confident in their place in the relationship, has experience in life in general (including partying/vices), and ngl he might want more tasteful luxury gifts so lowkey sugarmama/older gf vibes 😭.

Anton

I don't think he cares about age at all bc his chart doesn't indicate physical attributes minus the stereotypical feminine things (bouncy healthy hair, sweet perfumes, pretty nails) but I feel like he'd be best suited with someone older yk..like that would be best for him. Reason being, personality wise he wants someone mature, ambitious, independent, doesn't need to be babied/taken care of 24/7, can guide him, financial stable which is something you expect from a more mature/older person right ?

Middle Ground

alright ikik all my babygirls are wondering wtf Sungchan and Eunseok are doing here instead of the younger category but..walk with me....🤫

Sungchan

50/50 bc I feel like he can get what he wants from either age group. He has a cancer moon + leo venus so he may like reciprocity and for him and his s.o nurture or be attentive with each other OR he's ok with taking care of a younger/immature s.o & would be fine with being taken care of by a older/mature s.o. He likes someone to be educated, lowkey a little wiser and put together BUT he likes to wear the pants and be the lead/doting counterpart of the relationship. I just think he can get what he likes from either group and he probs is into cap risings.

Eunseok

Eunseok..probably just doesn't care LMFAO. As long as you're tall, hot, confident and charming he's all in. IM KIDDING OFC . but he can adapt to either relationship trope. He likes someone with a mature seductiveness thats independent and gives good concrete wise advice..BUT he also likes someone thats goofy and surprises him and has a teasing "hard to get" aura to them. So imo he'd go after either one as long as they were compatible with him.

Younger

(crazy I know)

Sohee

Sohee is typically the one being doted on and seen as the "cute" one and I just think he'd want to explore outside of that trope through his partner (sag venus tings). Plus I'm ngl Sohee's big 6 placements and his sun/uranus + mercury/mars aspects makes me feel like he'd feel kinda slowed down or restricted with an older/overly mature/serious partner. This is about to be contradictory ik but I feel like it’d be easier if said older partner had a more immature “cute” image

Wonbin

Wonbin probably likes...cliche dynamincs ngl..his taurus mars makes him feel more driven to the traditional/stereotypical dynamics yk so he's the masc and provides like the typical "oppa" type shit ykwim. Plus his Pisces Venus probably makes him idealize that type of stereotypical trope more. I also feel like an older partner would make him feel a more serious sense of responsibility and scare the shit out of him 😭😭.

Shotaro

Shotaro has a capricorn venus and I said in one post his ideal type could go either way and transition between being more playful+immature or sophisticated+mature I feel like he currently likes immature/younger partners (see how he dotes on Sohee/Anton the youngest members) but in the future would prefer someone more mature because that's just what I typically see in cap venus men,,they start with one ideal type and the older they get they switch to the other.

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boyf texts ୨୧ 正太郎 ( shotaro ) x gnr est relationship + smau crack fluff cw mentions of food suicidal jokes brain rot

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love from rin. shotaro def plays dress to impress

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No thoughts, just imagining having a date night with shotaro and he brings you out to a hill to watch the stars together. You suggest to sit outside but shotaro declines, saying how warm it was inside his car.

So you sit in silence, hand in hand, watching the stars twinkle from the hood of his car. After a while shotaro starts conversation, saying how much he really enjoyed the night and how much he liked you, a giggle leaving his lips as he squeezes your intertwined hands.

You admit that you had an amazing time too, quickly taking notice on how shotaro was staring at you, and your lips. So you slowly lean in, closing the distance as you kiss. It wasnt exactly your very first kiss together, but it still ran shivers down your spine as he cups your cheek as it was more than just a smooch.

Time goes on and youre still massaging each other via lips, the car starting to feel a little hot at how heated things were going. You let out a small whine and shotaro lays his arm down to hold himself up better, but accidentally elbows the horn.

A yelp at the sudden noise, you break the kiss to see each others red faces, along with shotaro sending you a sheepish smile, his forehead pressing against yours.

"Why dont we go.. to the back seat?" He suggests, his voice low as he nods at the seats behind him. And you go, continuing where you left off, and maybe even shotaro helping you drive a little... something else 🤭

[braemjeorn]

i am fervently attached to this scene

(first of all, apologies for the bad audio. my screen-record tools aren't that... yeah.)

I'm bothered that the girls are on the barre with... vinyl loafers(?), but shotaro's confident entrance turning awkward is so endearing. I would giggle if I were among those girls (you know girls would.) honestly what came to my head during this scene is just: school-senior-taro-who-you-think-is-just-cute-and-sweet-at-first-but-the-closer-you-look-the-cooler-he-gets. which could also be the entire progression of me biasing him since his debut for nct 2020. so yes, let this feed into all those high-school aus.

ah, his styling for this scene is so handsome now that I'm looking at the clip again. his little smile at the beginning too, cutie >.<

[mystverse]

12:03 AM

PAIRING : Shotaro Osaki × Fem Reader

WARNINGS : Suggestive, smut

Shotaro has always been your baby, not because he's younger than you or anything. But because it's always you who leads and you didn't complain. You want him to be completely fine with what you are doing. You wanted him to tell you what he wanted. And that's brought you here.

Shotaro is sitting naked in the bed with his fingers nervously fiddling, his erection tall and proud. You push him into the bed as you sink down on his length. "Ah," you bite back a moan as you hear him groan. He arches his hip, making you and you smirk sensually. "Slow down, baby." You roll your hip, perfectly angling to your prostrate, "A-Ah- we have all night to play."

: MYST

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✦ WHEN YOU MATCH RIIZE’S FREAK — PT.02

001. PAIRING , riize ! hyung line × female reader 002. GENRE , fluff, scenarios NOTE FROM SENA , hope this one matches, check the pt.1 in mlist 🤍 MASTERLIST!!

OSAKI SHOTARO . . . ✦

You hated social gatherings. The small talk, the forced laughter, the suffocating sense of pretense—it was your personal nightmare. Yet here you were, smack in the middle of one, surrounded by old friends who insisted on reminiscing about "the good old days" with people you could barely remember. You sipped your drink, trying to drown out their chatter, when your phone buzzed in your hand. A lifeline.

You furrowed your brows, pretending to look troubled as you glanced at the screen. “Umm…” you muttered, your voice just loud enough to catch their attention.

“Is it your boyfriend?” one of the girls asked, her tone dripping with curiosity.

You nodded solemnly, clutching your phone like it was a distress signal. “He doesn’t really like me being out late,” you mumbled, playing the part of the timid, doting girlfriend.

“Oh, that must suck,” another chimed in sympathetically, leaning closer. You bit back a smirk and quickly gathered your things, slipping your phone to your ear as you stood. “I should take this,” you whispered, your voice shaking with just enough faux guilt to sell the act.

Once you were outside and safely out of earshot, you let out the biggest sigh of relief, practically melting into the cold night air. You pressed the phone closer to your ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” you gushed, your voice dripping with gratitude.

Shotaro’s soft laugh came through the line, warm and familiar. “All the time. But go ahead, I’ll take the compliments.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you added, smiling as you placed a loud, exaggerated kiss on the phone.

There was a pause, and then Shotaro spoke, his tone amused but logical. “Okay, but you might want to get home. If they see you grinning like that or hear you sounding this happy, they’ll know you lied.”

You stifled a laugh, realizing he was absolutely right. “Touché,” you admitted, climbing into the taxi you’d booked in advance—another failsafe in your grand escape plan. “But doesn’t this officially make us that couple? The weird one that always avoids gatherings?”

Shotaro chuckled again, the sound like a warm hug over the phone. “Maybe. But if we’re freaks, at least we’re matching ones.”

The words made you pause, a soft warmth blooming in your chest. It was true. Shotaro got it—your aversion to social obligations, your desire to slip away unnoticed. He understood because he was the same. On the rare occasions he found himself trapped in similar situations, you’d happily play the villain for him too, spinning some story about being “the clingy girlfriend” just to give him an out.

You leaned back in the seat, a content smile tugging at your lips. “We’re freaks,” you agreed, the word somehow feeling like the highest compliment when shared with him. “And proud,” Shotaro replied.

SONG EUNSEOK . . . ✦

The winter chill seeped through the walls of your room, wrapping around everything like an unwanted guest. The two of you were cocooned under layers of blankets, tangled together in a nest of warmth and laziness. But today’s cuddle session felt different—it was cold, really cold. The kind of cold that made the thought of getting out of bed seem like a Herculean task.

“My feet are soooo cold,” you whined dramatically, sliding one of them onto Eunseok’s lap. His shorts-clad thighs were deliciously warm, and you let out a satisfied sigh. Eunseok, however, did not share your enthusiasm. He flinched, jerking back with a groan. “Hey! Get your ice cube feet off me!” he protested, trying to shove your leg away.

You smirked, refusing to budge, and the blanket shifted precariously with your playful wrestling. “But you’re so warm,” you cooed, batting your lashes at him. He narrowed his eyes at you, mischief sparking in his gaze. Without warning, his cold hands slid under your shirt and pressed firmly against your belly. The icy touch made you yelp, your stomach muscles twitching involuntarily as you squirmed.

“Cold yet?” he asked smugly, his teasing smirk lighting up his face.

You narrowed your eyes at him, refusing to back down. Instead, you retaliated by pressing your entire foot, now colder than before, against his lap. He hissed sharply, squirming as if you’d electrocuted him.

“Admit it,” you challenged, triumphant. “You lost, Eunseok.”

His smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing as if considering his next move. And then, like a villain in a rom-com, his hands crept higher under your shirt. The second his freezing fingers brushed your ribs, you shrieked, swatting at his hands.

“Okay, okay!” you whined, laughing despite yourself. “I’ll move my feet. Just—stop with the ice torture!”

Satisfied, he removed his hands, and you begrudgingly pulled your feet away. Both of you sat there, pouting like two sulking kids, the battle momentarily at a truce.

But before the cold could sneak back in, Eunseok shifted closer, pulling you into him under the blanket. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and you buried your face in his chest, your shared body heat slowly melting the frost between you. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered, his voice soft against the top of your head.

“Please,” you teased, your voice muffled against his shirt. “You’d freeze without me.” He chuckled, resting his chin on your head as the two of you finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. The blanket was no longer just a shield against the cold—it was your shared fortress, a cozy little world where you could be as ridiculous and freaky as you wanted.

And as the chill outside raged on, neither of you minded. Matching freaks, sharing warmth, and finding joy in the little things—that was your special kind of magic.

JUNG SUNGCHAN . . . ✦

Your boyfriend was handsome. Painfully, unfairly, jaw-droppingly handsome. And no, you weren’t about to deny it—not to yourself, at least. So, naturally, you developed a little habit: snapping pictures of him when he wasn’t paying attention. Sungchan, deep in thought, Sungchan laughing, Sungchan tying his shoelaces—anything and everything. It might have been a little… creepy to some, but in your defense, he was your boyfriend. Still, guilt occasionally crept in.

That guilt skyrocketed when you stepped out of the shower, toweling your hair, and saw Sungchan sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at your phone with wide eyes.

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed, the tone of his voice oscillating somewhere between shock and amusement.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “What? What happened?” you asked, hurriedly pulling on your sweater and rushing over.

There it was—your phone in his hands. And there it was, the folder. The one you’d tried so hard to keep hidden. He turned to you, his mouth slightly agape, his expression a mix of disbelief and poorly concealed laughter.

“Did you… did you seriously take all these?” he asked, holding the screen up. His face—your favorite subject—was on full display in a collage of candids.

You froze, cheeks blazing red. “I—uh—I swear, those are the only ones!” you stammered, flailing slightly. “I just… I like taking pictures of you, okay? You always look so—” You cut yourself off, already spiraling into damage control. “I know it’s creepy! I get it! If you want to break up—”

“Wait, wait,” he interrupted, his voice cracking with laughter. “You think this is breakup-worthy?”

You blinked, confused by the sudden amusement on his face. Then, to your utter shock, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his own phone. A few taps later, he turned the screen toward you.

It was a folder. Full of pictures of you.

Candid shots of you reading, brushing your hair, tying your shoes, sneezing—each one caught in the most random, unposed moments.

The realization hit both of you at the same time. You’d been sneaking pictures of each other like a pair of lovesick weirdos.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, covering your face as a laugh bubbled out of you.

Sungchan’s head tilted back as he burst out laughing, his whole body shaking with it. “We’re such freaks,” he managed between gasps, wiping at the corners of his eyes.

“Matching freaks,” you corrected, giggling so hard you had to sit down before you fell over.

He wrapped an arm around you, still grinning like a fool. “So, you’re telling me this is normal? That couples just do this?”

You leaned into him, letting out a content sigh. “Normal? No. But us? Definitely.”

The two of you spent the next half hour scrolling through each other’s secret folders, teasing and laughing over the candid moments you’d both captured. What could’ve been mortifying turned into one of those moments that cemented just how perfect you were for each other. Freaks, but freaks in love.

PARK WONBIN . . . ✦

You were sneaking down the hall inside an entirely dark, silent house, only to be caught from your stealth by the faint glass-rattling creaks of the floorboards. It was 3 a.m., arguably the most witching hour for late-night cravings. You had decided to raid the kitchen without waking Wonbin. Your stomach gurgled with hunger, urging you on, but you froze at the doorway.

There he was. By the dim light of the stovetop, Wonbin stood in all his messy-haired glory, fumbling with a bag of noodles while attempting to manage a cutting board.

“Oh,” you said, startled.

“Oh,” he said, eyes wide turning to you.

For a moment the two of you just stared at each other like a couple of deer caught in the headlights; you both had just realized you both were guilty of the same crime.

“You’re hungry?” he asked finally, not like he was the one caught red-handed in mid-noodle prep.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “And so are you, apparently.”

Not bothering to turn on all of that bright light, you slipped into the kitchen and planted yourself beside him, peeking into the bubbling pot of noodles he had going on the stove. "What's with this chaos?" you teased, gesturing to the mess of half-chopped vegetables and stray noodle bits all over the counter.

“I was innovating,” he defended, snatching up a knife to resume his haphazard chopping.

“Sure,” you said dryly, taking a spoon to stir the noodles. The two of you moved awkwardly around the kitchen, bumping elbows, treading on each other's toes but somehow making a bigger mess.

“Geez, how would we survive after marriage?” you commented as you watched him attempt to cut a carrot, the pieces coming out in wildly uneven chunks.

“I’ll learn to cook,” he said with surprising seriousness, as if making a solemn vow. Then, without warning, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. The gesture caught you off guard, your face heating up instantly. You mumbled something incoherent, your focus entirely lost until he pointed at the pot.

“Hey, uh… your noodles are about to boil over,” he said, holding back a laugh as you scrambled to turn the heat down.

“Great teamwork,” you muttered sarcastically, glaring at him, but he just grinned like the troublemaker he was.

By the time the two of you finally sat down with your improvised midnight meal, the kitchen looked like it had been through a food fight. You slurped your noodles and glanced at him, his hair sticking up and his shirt dusted with flour for reasons you didn’t even want to question.

“How freaky is it that we’re doing this?” you asked, gesturing vaguely at the chaos around you.

“Pretty freaky,” he agreed, his grin softening as he reached over to steal a bite from your bowl. “But it’s our kind of freaky.” And as you laughed together, you couldn’t help but think how perfectly, wonderfully mismatched you were at 3 a.m. in a messy kitchen.

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✶ PILLOWTALK WITH RIIZE !

genre. fluff , fluff , fluff ! warnings. none ! wc. 868 ( around 100 words per member ) note. this is kind of short, but i really enjoyed writing it. feedback + reblogs are highly appreciated !

OSAKI SHOTARO

pillowtalk with shotaro is the highlight of your day, something you eagerly anticipate no matter where you are. his soft smile as he listens to you rant about your day lingers in your mind, a comforting presence even when he’s not there. he always asks if something is bothering you, providing thoughtful solutions to your problems, all with that gentle smile on his face. as you drift off to sleep, you watch him, his smile reflecting in your dreams, a soothing balm to your worries.

SONG EUNSEOK

eunseok isn’t much of a talker, preferring to simply listen as you rant about your day, his gentle hums filling the pauses. he loves holding you close, with your head resting on his chest—or on the days he's particularly tired, his head on yours—while his fingers softly caress your hair until you drift off to sleep. once he thinks you’re asleep, he leans in and whispers sweet nothings, confessing how much he loves you and how he always wants you by his side. often, you pretend to be asleep just to hear his tender words, never confronting him about it because you want to listen to that voice forever.

JUNG SUNGCHAN

sungchan, rather than helping you wind down for the night, has a knack for hyping you up until you both burst into a playful pillow fight. his energy is infectious, making you laugh and forget about any stress from the day. when he finally does settle down to tell you about his day, it often turns into a comical rant about his coworkers. he grumbles and exaggerates their quirks, and if you dare to disagree or offer a different perspective, he immediately starts to sulk, his pout unmistakable. his sulking continues until you pepper his face with a thousand kisses, your affection breaking through his mock annoyance. only then, with a satisfied smile, does he agree to cuddle up with you, holding you close as he finally quiets down and drifts off to sleep, leaving you both with hearts full of love and laughter.

PARK WONBIN

wonbin, when he's tired, simply comes up to you and hugs you tightly without saying a word, letting himself drift off to sleep in your embrace. on days when he has more energy, he loves to tell you about his day or share something funny that happened, giggling as he recounts the story with his eyes closed. he takes your hand and places it in his hair, asking you to play with it. you like to trace his features with your fingers, and he hums in satisfaction at your touch, occasionally kissing your palm. when he's feeling sad or down, all he wants is for you to hold him close as he drifts off to sleep, and if you're the one feeling down, he does the same for you. he's really just a big baby who craves the comfort of being held by you.

HONG SEUNGHAN

seunghan is another sweet guy who's always curious about your day and excited to share his. when he's had a good day, he goes on and on, yapping happily until he notices your eyes starting to close and your responses slowing down. that's when he decides to save the rest of his story for tomorrow, pulling you close and placing a soft kiss on your eyelids. "let's go to sleep now, baby. we don't want to be late for work tomorrow," he whispers, holding you until you fall asleep. if it takes him longer to drift off, he tries to match his breathing with yours, only to start coughing because he held his breath for too long. he quietly curses himself, worried he might have woken you up. ( please he’s such a sweetheart. sm please bring him back its been like 230 days i miss him idk if i can do this anymore )

LEE SOHEE

sohee asks about your day, but its clear he doesn't really care about the details. no matter how his own day went, all he wants at the end of it is to be close to you. as bedtime approaches, he becomes surprisingly soft and affectionate. if you're reading a book or scrolling on your phone, he tries to get your attention by playing with your fingers or fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt. and when he finally manages to catch your attention, he lights up with happiness, almost resembling a puppy as he snuggles closer to you. he's sulky and pouts if you move even a millimeter away from him while he's still awake, but you don't mind because you love the skinship.

LEE CHANYOUNG

pillowtalk with anton is just so... ugh. being in bed in his arms and listening to his voice which is laced in warmth is all you think about all day. he loves to entwine your legs together, his arm draped over your waist, its weight offering a sense of security and comfort. his hand sneaks under your t-shirt, gently tracing circles on your lower back, sending shivers down your spine. you both talk for hours about god-knows-what until you're both struggling to keep your eyes open. and that’s how you fall asleep, feeling utterly content in each other’s presence.

[eunseoksimp]

CPR; Shotaro Osaki

Pairings: Healer! Osaki Shotaro x Heartbroken!Fem Reader

Genre: Fluff, Strangers to Lovers

Description: amidst the depths of heartbreak and endless gray, where every step felt heavy, you stumbled upon shotaro osaki. his quiet compassion and warmth cut through the cold, offering solace and his gentle presence beginning to mend your shattered heart. with his presence, he pulled you back from the brink, making you believe in the possibility of healing and reminding you what it feels like to be truly alive again.

Warnings: none

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you don’t remember when it started, the endless aching numbness that wrapped itself around your heart like vines suffocating a fragile flower. but you remember the day you met shotaro osaki, the day the rain couldn’t wash away your pain. it wasn’t just any gloomy day; it was a day when the world felt like it was trying to drown itself in sorrow.

you had wandered the streets for hours that day, not knowing where you were going but unable to stay in one place. your legs moved without direction, your feet carrying you away from the apartment you had once shared with someone you thought loved you. now, it was just a hollow shell, much like you. 

the sky hung low with a dull grey weight, clouds so thick that they choked out the sun, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth. the rain wasn’t yet a downpour, just a faint drizzle that kissed your skin like a bitter lover’s caress. 

each drop was sharp, stinging as it met your skin, but the discomfort felt like a reminder that you were still alive. it wasn’t enough to pull you out of the emptiness, but it was something. you weren’t sure why you didn’t move, why you just stood there letting the rain batter you. perhaps you wanted to disappear into the storm, to let the world wash you away.

 you stood there, rooted to the spot as though the world had left you behind, and perhaps it had. your clothes clung to your body, drenched and heavy, but the discomfort of it was almost a welcome sensation. at least it was something you could feel.

after weeks of telling yourself that you were free, you had finally left him. that bastard. the man who had made you question your very existence, who had wrapped you in a twisted love that cut deeper than any blade. yet, even with the chains broken, there was no victory in it, no breath of fresh air. only a suffocating void, like you were standing at the edge of an abyss, tempted to jump just to feel the rush of anything at all.

you had made the choice to leave, but you hadn’t made peace with it. even now, part of you longed to go back, to let yourself be pulled into his orbit once more, even knowing it would destroy you. it was a dangerous pull, like gravity, like the sea calling to the shore, pulling away grains of sand with each crashing wave.

you didn’t even notice the rain getting heavier, didn’t see how the world began to blur around the edges, until the droplets became rivers running down your face. you stayed, numb and unmovable, letting the storm baptize you in cold. it felt like a punishment, and in a way, you thought you deserved it.

and then there he was.

he appeared out of the mist, a figure moving with a grace that seemed almost unnatural. you caught sight of him from the corner of your eye, just a shadow at first, but it wasn’t until he stopped right in front of you that you truly saw him.

shotaro osaki. his dark hair was plastered to his forehead, raindrops clinging to his long lashes, but he didn’t seem to mind the downpour. his eyes were what struck you—soft and deep, like pools of water reflecting the world back at you with a clarity you had long since lost.

"hey," he said, his voice a gentle warmth that cut through the storm. "are you okay?"

you blinked, startled by the warmth in the voice, and slowly lifted your head to meet the gaze of the stranger before you. his face was half-hidden beneath the hood of his jacket, raindrops clinging to the strands of dark hair that had escaped its cover.

his eyes—those eyes—were what stopped you in your tracks. they were deep, dark, filled with a kind of quiet compassion that you hadn’t seen in a long time. they weren’t full of pity, and somehow, that was what you needed most. 

for a long moment, you just stared at him, the rain still falling in heavy sheets around you, the world reduced to the two of you standing amidst the downpour. you didn’t know what to say. how could you explain the mess of emotions swirling inside you when you could barely make sense of them yourself?

"i... i don’t know," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the rain, fragile and unsure. it felt like admitting defeat, but it was the only truth you had in that moment. you didn’t know if you were okay. you didn’t know if you’d ever be okay again.

shotaro—though you didn’t know his name then—just nodded. he didn’t push, didn’t ask you for more than you could give. instead, he stood there with you, rain dripping down the edges of his jacket, soaking into his clothes, yet he didn’t seem to mind. his presence was a quiet, steady thing, like a rock in the middle of a river, unmoving even as the current raged around it.

"let’s get you out of this rain. you shouldn’t be out here like this. let’s find somewhere warm," he said, his voice tender but insistent, like he was offering you more than just shelter from the storm. like he was offering you refuge from the chaos inside your soul.

you hesitated, feeling the weight of your past like iron shackles, but something in his presence made you want to follow him. there was no pressure in his eyes, just an invitation. so, with a shaky breath, you nodded.

he didn’t grab your arm or pull you forward. instead, he simply walked beside you, his steps slow and measured, as though he was giving you time to decide if you wanted to follow. you did.

and soon, you found yourself stepping into a small café, the doorbell jingling softly as you entered. the sudden warmth of the place hit you like a shock, the smell of coffee and fresh pastries filling the air, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a flicker of comfort.

shotaro gestured for you to take a seat by the window, where the rain was still falling in thick, heavy drops, the world outside a blur of grey and water. you sat down slowly, feeling the weight of the wet clothes sticking to your skin, but the warmth of the café, hitting you like a physical force, was slowly beginning to seep into your bones, thawing the cold that had settled inside you.

"tea or coffee?" his voice broke through your haze, gentle and patient.

you looked up at him, his smile soft and patient, waiting for your answer. "tea," you said quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

he returned moments later with two steaming mugs, setting one in front of you with a small smile that didn’t demand anything from you. you wrapped your hands around the cup, letting the heat seep into your frozen fingers. 

for a long time, neither of you spoke. and yet, somehow, it didn’t feel awkward. shotaro didn’t force conversation or try to fill the silence with empty words. instead, he let you be, let you exist in whatever state you needed to be in at that moment.

"you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to," shotaro said after a long silence. his voice was low and steady, the kind of voice that didn’t demand anything from you. 

"sometimes it’s just nice to have someone sit with you."

you nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in your throat. you hadn’t realized how much you needed that. just someone to sit with you. someone who wasn’t trying to fix you, who wasn’t asking you to explain yourself, but who was simply willing to be there.

the silence stretched between you, not uncomfortable, but rather a shared space where the unspoken was allowed to exist without pressure. you found yourself relaxing, your shoulders slowly unknotting as the warmth of the café began to seep deeper into your skin.

after a while, the words began to come. haltingly at first, like trying to find your footing on unsteady ground, but once they started, you couldn’t stop them. you told him about the man you had left, the betrayal and the hurt, the way you had been chipped away piece by piece until there was almost nothing left of you. you didn’t cry; the tears had long since dried up, leaving only a dull ache in their wake.

 the story of your past spilled out in fragments, each piece sharp and painful, as if you were holding broken glass in your hands. and yet, shotaro listened.

he listened with a kind of quiet intensity that made you feel like your words mattered, like your pain wasn’t something to be dismissed or minimized. he didn’t offer empty platitudes, didn’t tell you that everything would be okay or that you were strong for having left. instead, he simply listened, letting you pour out the pain and the anger and the confusion that had been bottled up inside you for so long.

"you know," he said quietly, "i used to think i was invincible. like nothing could touch me. but life has a way of proving you wrong."

you frowned slightly, curious despite yourself. "what happened?"

his eyes grew distant, like he was looking at something far away, something painful. "i lost someone close to me," he said softly. "someone i thought would always be there. but life… life doesn’t always work out the way you think it will."

you could hear the sorrow in his voice, the weight of it, and it made your chest ache in a way you hadn’t expected. for the first time in a long time, you felt a flicker of connection, like maybe you weren’t the only one who had been broken by the world.

"i’m sorry," you whispered, your fingers tightening around the mug. "that must have been hard."

he nodded, his eyes meeting yours again, before his hand reached across the table, his touch gentle as it settled over yours. "but we find strength in the most unexpected places," he said softly. "and sometimes, in the most unexpected people."

you glanced down at his hand over yours, warm and steady, a quiet reassurance amid the storm. for the first time in a long while, the ache in your chest felt slightly less oppressive, if only for a moment. you offered a small, hesitant smile, the kind that carries more uncertainty than resolution, and looked up at him, wondering if perhaps, in this unexpected connection, there might be a small glimmer of something—anything—amid the lingering darkness.

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days turned into weeks, and you found yourself settling into an unexpected rhythm with shotaro. 

at first, his presence in your life felt like a fleeting kindness—something temporary and fragile, like a gust of wind passing through an open window.

you hadn't planned on seeing him again after that rainy afternoon in the café, hadn’t expected his warmth to become something steady. but the universe had a strange way of working, and soon enough, shotaro was there—texting you casually, showing up in places where you least expected him, as though the two of you had been woven into each other’s paths without realizing it.

"fancy seeing you here," he had said with a grin one evening as you stood in line at the small grocery store around the corner from your apartment. it was the kind of place you only went when you were too exhausted to deal with the larger crowds elsewhere. you hadn’t even noticed him at first, not until his voice broke through the fog in your mind.

you looked up from the rows of canned soup, startled by the familiar warmth in his eyes. "oh, hey," you replied, awkwardness creeping into your voice despite yourself.

you couldn’t quite place it, but something about his presence had always left you slightly off-balance, as if you were standing at the edge of a cliff with the wind tugging you forward.

"shopping for dinner?" he asked, his tone light but curious as he glanced at the few items you held in your basket—instant noodles, a carton of eggs, and a small box of tea.

you shrugged, feeling a bit sheepish under his gaze. "something like that," you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

you hadn’t been paying much attention to what you were buying—just grabbing whatever was easiest and required the least effort.

shotaro smiled softly, as if he understood more than you were letting on. "well, if you’re up for it, i’m making curry tonight," he offered, his voice casual but with a hint of invitation. "you’re welcome to join me. no pressure, of course."

you hesitated, the idea of going to his place feeling like a leap you weren’t sure you were ready to take. but then again, the thought of eating instant noodles alone in your apartment felt equally unappealing. there was something about shotaro’s presence that made the weight of your loneliness a little more bearable, and the idea of spending another evening in his quiet company didn’t seem so daunting.

"okay," you agreed before you could second-guess yourself. "curry sounds nice."

that evening, you found yourself in shotaro’s small but cozy kitchen, the scent of simmering spices filling the air as he worked with practiced ease, chopping vegetables and stirring the pot with care. the warmth of the stove radiated through the space, chasing away the lingering chill in your bones, and you watched him with quiet fascination as he moved through the motions of cooking with the same calm grace he brought to everything.

"you know," he said at one point, glancing over his shoulder at you with a playful smile, "you don’t have to just sit there and watch. i could use an extra set of hands if you’re up for it."

you blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his invitation. it had been so long since anyone had asked for your help with something as simple as cooking, and the idea of contributing to a shared moment felt strange but oddly comforting.

"uh, sure," you replied, standing up from your spot at the small table. "what do you need me to do?"

"here," he said, handing you a knife and a cutting board. "you can chop these carrots. just... be careful not to cut your fingers. i’d hate to have to explain that to the hospital."

you chuckled softly, a rare smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you took the knife from him. the motion felt clumsy at first, your hands awkward as you tried to remember how to hold the blade properly. but shotaro didn’t seem to mind your lack of finesse; instead, he watched you with quiet encouragement, offering tips here and there but never making you feel inadequate.

"you’re doing great," he said at one point, his tone genuine despite the simplicity of the task. "see? you’re a natural."

"i doubt that," you muttered under your breath, though his words warmed you more than you cared to admit.

still, you couldn’t deny that it felt... good, to be doing something productive, to be contributing to a moment of shared creation rather than retreating into yourself as you so often did.

after a while, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm, the soft clatter of knives and the bubbling of the curry pot filling the space between you. it wasn’t until the food was ready and shotaro set two plates on the table that you realized how at ease you felt—how the anxiety that had been gnawing at the edges of your mind had faded into the background.

"here we go," he said with a grin as he set your plate down in front of you. "i hope it’s okay. i’m still perfecting the recipe."

you took a bite, the warmth of the curry spreading through you like a gentle hug. it wasn’t perfect—maybe a bit too much salt, and the carrots were a little overcooked—but it didn’t matter. what mattered was the effort, the care that shotaro had put into the meal, and the fact that for the first time in weeks, you weren’t eating alone.

"it’s good," you said softly, meeting his gaze across the table. "thank you."

he smiled, and for a moment, the quiet between you felt like something sacred, like a shared secret that neither of you needed to voice. it was in these moments, you realized, that you were learning to trust again—to believe, however cautiously, that there were people in the world who could be kind without expecting anything in return.

as the days slipped into weeks, your time with shotaro became a constant thread in the fabric of your life. there was a rhythm to it now, a pattern you had begun to rely on without even realizing it. he would text you in the mornings, sometimes just to say hello or share a random thought that had crossed his mind. other times, he would suggest meeting up for coffee or going for a walk through the park.

"the weather’s too nice to stay inside," he would say, his voice light and teasing. "come on, let’s take advantage of it while we can."

and more often than not, you would find yourself agreeing, even on the days when the weight of your past felt like too much to bear. somehow, shotaro always seemed to know when you needed a gentle push, when you needed someone to remind you that the world outside your apartment wasn’t as daunting as it seemed.

one saturday, he surprised you with tickets to a small art exhibit in the city. it was the kind of thing you would have never gone to on your own, but shotaro had a way of nudging you towards experiences that felt unfamiliar yet oddly safe in his company.

"i thought you might like this," he said as the two of you stood outside the gallery, a soft breeze ruffling his hair. "i remember you mentioned you used to love painting. figured maybe it’d be nice to see what other artists are up to."

you stared at him for a moment, taken aback by the simple thoughtfulness of his gesture. "you remembered that?" you asked, your voice quieter than you intended.

he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "of course i did."

the gallery was small and intimate, the walls lined with paintings that ranged from abstract bursts of color to delicate, intricate landscapes. as you walked through the space, your fingers itched with a familiar urge—the urge to create, to put brush to canvas and let your emotions flow out in ways words never could.

"this one’s beautiful," shotaro said softly as the two of you stopped in front of a painting that depicted a stormy sea, the waves crashing against jagged rocks with a force that seemed almost tangible. "it reminds me of that day in the rain. the way everything felt so chaotic, but also... cleansing, in a way."

you glanced at him, surprised by the depth of his observation. "yeah," you agreed quietly. "it does."

for a long moment, the two of you stood there in silence, your gazes locked on the swirling waves of the painting. and in that moment, something shifted between you—something unspoken but undeniably real. it was as if the storm inside you had calmed, just a little, soothed by the presence of someone who understood what it meant to weather the harshest of storms and still come out on the other side.

the weeks stretched on, and slowly, without you even realizing it at first, the walls around your heart began to soften. they didn’t crumble all at once—there were still days when the fear of getting hurt again kept you at arm’s length, days when the shadows of your past loomed too large to ignore. but shotaro never pushed, never demanded more than you were ready to give. he was simply there, a steady presence in the ebb and flow of your life.

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as the weeks melted into months, your life became intertwined with shotaro’s in ways that both frightened and comforted you.

the first time you realized you were falling for him, it was as if the ground beneath you had shifted, leaving you unsteady, unsure of where to place your next step. it wasn’t a grand revelation, no sudden bolt of lightning from the sky. it was quiet, almost subtle—a soft whisper in your chest that tugged at you in moments when you least expected it.

there was a night, late in october, when the air had taken on that first bite of autumn chill. the two of you had spent the day wandering through the city’s markets, weaving through the stalls lined with fresh produce and handmade crafts. shotaro had insisted on buying you a small bouquet of flowers—nothing fancy, just a bundle of lavender and wildflowers tied together with twine. at first, you resisted, uncomfortable with the gesture, but his smile was impossible to refuse.

“they remind me of you,” he said simply as he handed them to you. “beautiful, even when they’re a little wild.”

his words settled over you like a warm breeze, leaving you speechless. you tucked the flowers under your arm, the scent of lavender wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. you couldn’t remember the last time someone had given you flowers without expecting anything in return, and the simplicity of it caught you off guard.

later that evening, after you’d shared dinner at a small bistro tucked away on a quiet street, shotaro walked you home. the sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the streets bathed in the soft glow of streetlamps. the two of you walked in silence for a while, the cool air swirling around you as the city seemed to exhale, settling into its nighttime rhythm.

“thank you for today,” you said softly, your breath visible in the chill. your voice carried an unfamiliar weight, as though you were admitting to more than just your gratitude for his company. “i... i had a really nice time.”

“i’m glad,” shotaro replied, his eyes glancing down at you with that same gentle warmth that had become so familiar to you. “i enjoy spending time with you. you know that, right?”

you nodded, though the words felt heavy on your tongue. there was a part of you—still fractured, still fragile—that struggled to believe him. your heart had been scarred so many times before, left bruised and aching by people who had promised to care and protect it. now, you found yourself caught between the past and the present, torn between the desire to trust again and the fear of being broken once more.

when you reached your apartment building, you turned to face him, the bouquet still clutched in your hands. for a moment, you stood there, bathed in the soft light of the streetlamp, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between you.

“shotaro,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, “i... i’m scared.”

he didn’t ask for clarification; he didn’t need to. the look in his eyes told you that he understood exactly what you meant. instead, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine.

“i know,” he said softly, his hand lingering near your cheek. “and i’m not going to rush you. we can take this at your pace.”

his words were a lifeline, something solid to hold onto in the midst of the storm raging inside you. but even as you nodded, even as you smiled softly in response, you could feel the old fears creeping in—the doubts, the what-ifs, the memories of betrayal that had been branded into your heart.

you wanted to believe in shotaro, to trust the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, but a part of you still flinched away from the idea of letting someone in so deeply again.

after all, you’d let someone in before, and it had nearly destroyed you.

that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the bouquet of lavender and wildflowers resting on your nightstand, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were standing at the edge of a precipice.

falling for shotaro wasn’t like falling for anyone else—it wasn’t the reckless, headlong dive you’d experienced before. it was slower, gentler, like walking into the ocean one step at a time, feeling the water rise around you but not yet knowing if it would pull you under.

and yet, despite the fear gnawing at you, there was also a quiet, persistent hope blooming in your chest. it was terrifying, yes, but there was something beautiful in the terror—something that whispered that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

over the next few weeks, you found yourself battling the conflicting emotions inside you. there were days when the warmth of shotaro’s presence soothed you like a balm, his kindness seeping into the cracks of your heart and making you believe, for brief moments, that love didn’t have to hurt. he would reach for your hand in small, almost imperceptible ways—when the two of you crossed the street or when you stood side by side in a crowded café. his touch was always gentle, always asking without demanding.

“is this okay?” he would ask sometimes, his voice soft and filled with genuine care, as though he understood how easily you could retreat into yourself if you felt too overwhelmed.

and every time, you would nod, even when part of you wanted to pull away. you didn’t always trust the safety of the space between you, but you were learning—learning to lean into the moments when his touch didn’t feel like a threat, when it felt like an anchor instead.

but then there were the other days. the harder days, when the past reared its ugly head and your heart felt too heavy to carry. on those days, it was harder to let shotaro in. his presence, once so comforting, became a reminder of everything you were still afraid to lose, and your mind would spin with thoughts you couldn’t control.

what if this ended the way it always did? what if you let yourself love him, only to find yourself broken again, pieces scattered too far to ever be put back together? what if you weren’t enough?

“i don’t know if i can do this,” you admitted one evening, your voice trembling as you sat across from shotaro in your apartment.

it was raining outside again, the steady drumming against the windowpane mirroring the frantic beat of your heart. you hadn’t meant to say it—not out loud, not yet—but the words had tumbled out before you could stop them.

shotaro looked up from his tea, his expression soft but serious. “what do you mean?” he asked gently, though you could see the flicker of concern in his eyes.

“this,” you gestured vaguely between the two of you, as though the entire concept of love itself was too overwhelming to articulate. “i don’t know if i can let myself... feel this. not again.”

shotaro’s gaze held steady, his eyes searching yours as though he was carefully considering his next words. “i know it’s scary,” he said after a long pause, his voice measured. “and i know you’ve been hurt before. but you don’t have to do this alone. we’re in this together, remember?”

“together,” you repeated, the word tasting unfamiliar on your tongue. togetherness was something you’d never fully understood—it had always felt more like a trap, a way for someone to hold you close until they decided to let you go. “but what if it doesn’t work out? what if i’m not ready?”

“then we take it slow,” shotaro replied without hesitation. “there’s no rush. i’m not going anywhere.”

his certainty was disarming, and you found yourself blinking back tears that you hadn’t realized were forming. you wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that his words weren’t just temporary assurances, but the fear was still there, lingering like a shadow in the corners of your mind.

“it’s not that simple,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “i’m... i’m scared of losing myself again.”

shotaro’s expression softened even further, his eyes filled with a compassion that made your chest ache. “i won’t let that happen,” he said quietly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. “i promise. you’re still you—no one can take that away from you. not even me.”

you squeezed his hand reflexively, your grip tighter than you intended, but he didn’t flinch. instead, he held on, grounding you in the moment, letting you know that he was there—that he wasn’t going to let go just because things were difficult.

“i’m not perfect,” shotaro continued, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in slow, soothing circles. “and i’m not going to pretend i have all the answers. but i care about you. a lot. and i want to be here for you, if you’ll let me.”

you looked at him through tear-filled eyes, the weight of his words sinking into you. there was a part of you that still didn’t fully believe him, that still expected him to turn and walk away when things got too hard. but there was another part of you—a quieter, more vulnerable part—that wanted desperately to believe that maybe this time could be different.

“i don’t want to hurt you,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper now.

 “i don’t want to mess this up.”

“you won’t,” shotaro said simply, his tone unwavering. “we’ll figure it out. together.”

and in that moment, something inside you shifted—not all at once, but just enough for you to take a deep breath and let yourself hold onto his words, if only for a little while. the fear was still there, lingering like a shadow, but there was also hope, fragile and delicate, but real.

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the day you finally allowed yourself to give in to your feelings for shotaro came like the breaking of dawn after a long, endless night. it wasn’t a grand moment filled with fireworks or declarations of love that echoed across the universe.

instead, it was quiet, soft, and unassuming—like everything with shotaro. it was a moment that, when you looked back on it, felt inevitable, as though the two of you had been slowly moving toward this point all along, dancing around the edges of something so much bigger than either of you could have anticipated.

it was early spring. the air was cool, but the earth was beginning to thaw, and the trees were budding with the promise of new life. you had been spending more and more time with shotaro, the two of you slipping into a rhythm that felt natural and easy. 

he had become a constant in your life—not just as a friend, not just as someone you leaned on, but as someone you shared everything with. the more time you spent together, the more you realized that the walls you had so carefully built around yourself were beginning to crumble. shotaro hadn’t torn them down with force. no, he had simply waited, patiently, for you to let them fall on your own.

the moment came one evening as you sat together on your couch, the windows open just enough to let the cool breeze drift in, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming flowers. the two of you had spent the day walking through the park, watching the cherry blossoms begin to bloom. now, you were tucked beneath a blanket, your head resting on shotaro’s shoulder as he absently stroked your hair, his fingers moving in slow, soothing patterns.

“you know,” he said, his voice low and gentle, “i think this is my favorite time of year.”

you looked up at him, his profile bathed in the soft glow of the lamp beside the couch. “why’s that?”

“everything’s changing,” he said with a small smile, his eyes distant as though he was lost in thought. “the world is waking up again, you know? it’s like... there’s this sense of possibility in the air. like anything could happen.”

you watched him for a moment, his words settling over you like the softest of blankets. he had a way of seeing the world that you had never quite understood before—seeing beauty in the small, quiet things that most people overlooked. it was one of the things you loved most about him, though you hadn’t allowed yourself to fully admit that until now.

“yeah,” you murmured, resting your head back against his shoulder. “i get that.”

there was a long pause, the only sound between you the gentle rustling of the leaves outside and the rhythmic beating of your own heart. and then, without really meaning to, you found yourself speaking the words that had been sitting on the tip of your tongue for what felt like forever.

“i think... i think i’m falling in love with you, shotaro. and a part of me wants to take this feeling further.”

the words hung in the air, fragile and delicate, as though they might break if you spoke too loudly. you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for his response. part of you wanted to take it back, to stuff the words back inside before they could cause any damage, but another part of you—a braver, stronger part—knew that this was the moment you had been waiting for.

shotaro’s hand stilled in your hair, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. you could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your cheek, and then, slowly, he turned to look at you, his eyes soft and full of something that made your breath catch in your throat.

“i’ve been in love with you for a while now, that’s all i’ve wanted to hear” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

and just like that, the tension that had been coiled inside you for so long began to unravel. you exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your entire body relaxing as though the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders. you turned to face him fully, your eyes searching his for any hint of uncertainty, but all you found was warmth and affection—an unwavering kind of love that felt as steady and reliable as the earth beneath your feet.

“really?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly, as though you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing.

shotaro smiled, his hand coming up to cup your cheek with the kind of tenderness that made your heart ache in the best possible way. “really,” he confirmed, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “i’ve been waiting for you to be ready, but i’ve known how i felt for a long time.”

you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you let his words sink in. for so long, you had been afraid—afraid of letting someone in, of being vulnerable again, of opening your heart only to have it broken.

but with shotaro, it was different. he hadn’t just shown you love; he had shown you patience, understanding, and kindness in ways that you hadn’t even known you needed. he had been there for you, day after day, without ever asking for anything in return, and in doing so, he had quietly, steadily earned your trust.

“i was scared,” you admitted, your voice soft. “i’m still scared, sometimes.”

“i know,” he said, his voice just as soft, his eyes never leaving yours. “and that’s okay. i’ll be here, no matter how long it takes. i’m not going anywhere.”

his words settled in your chest, wrapping around your heart like the warmest embrace. and in that moment, you realized something that you hadn’t fully understood before: love wasn’t about being unbreakable. it wasn’t about never getting hurt or never feeling pain. 

it was about finding someone who was willing to stand by you, even when things were hard—someone who saw your scars and loved you not in spite of them, but because of them.

you reached for shotaro then, your hands trembling slightly as you cupped his face in your palms. he leaned into your touch, his eyes soft and warm as he looked at you with a kind of love that felt like the safest place you had ever known.

“i love you,” you said, the words coming easier this time, freer. “i love you, shotaro.”

his smile was small but full of so much emotion that it nearly took your breath away. “i love you, too,” he said, and then, with a tenderness that made your heart swell, he leaned in and kissed you.

the kiss was soft at first, tentative—like a question being asked without words. but as you pressed closer, your hands slipping around his neck, the kiss deepened, and suddenly, it wasn’t just a kiss anymore. it was an answer. it was a promise. it was the beginning of something new, something that had been slowly building between you for months but was finally finding its voice.

when you finally pulled away, your foreheads resting together, you both breathed in the same air, the silence between you filled with the quiet hum of something unspoken but deeply understood.

“this feels... right,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair as you let your eyes drift shut, savoring the warmth of his presence.

“it does,” he agreed, his voice a soft rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. “you and me... it just makes sense, doesn’t it?”

you nodded, your heart feeling lighter than it had in years. because for the first time in a long time, you weren’t just hoping that things would be okay. you weren’t just waiting for the other shoe to drop. you were allowing yourself to be present, to feel the love that was right in front of you, and to trust that maybe—just maybe—you deserved it.

and that’s what you learned most of all in the weeks and months that followed—that you were worth it. 

that you deserved to be happy, to be loved, to be treated with kindness and respect. shotaro didn’t just teach you how to love again; he taught you how to love yourself, how to see your own value in a way that you had forgotten. being with him wasn’t about filling the empty spaces inside of you—it was about recognizing that you were whole all on your own, and that love was something that only added to your life, rather than defining it.

the day you had met him in the rain felt like a lifetime ago now, but whenever the sky darkened and the rain began to fall, you didn’t feel the same sense of dread that you once had. instead, you saw it as a reminder of how far you had come, of the healing that had taken place, of the love that had bloomed in the most unexpected of places. 

and in shotaro’s arms, you found the safety and warmth you had longed for. but more than that, you found the strength to be yourself again, to reclaim the parts of you that had been lost in the storm. because love, real love, wasn’t about losing yourself in someone else. it was about being seen, truly seen, and loved for exactly who you were—scars and all.

and that was the greatest gift shotaro had given you—not just his love, but the permission to love yourself in return. 

love, as you had known it before, had been like fire—burning, intense, destructive. it had consumed you until there was nothing left but ash. but with shotaro, it was different. it wasn’t a firestorm; it was a small, steady flame that brought warmth without the threat of being burned. it was a quiet kind of love, the kind that didn’t demand to be seen but was felt in every small gesture, in every smile that was offered with no strings attached.

in shotaro’s arms, you found the safety and warmth you had longed for. and more than that, you found the strength to be yourself again, to reclaim the parts of you that had been lost in the storm.

[atzhrts]

soft boyfriend taro who play fights with you and if he grazes your head a little too hard he immediately wraps you in his arms, kissing your head as he says sorry :( he would love lazy cuddle days but also like 15 minutes of high energy playing together ahhhhhh

OMG YOURE SO RIGHT

i can just picture it so well anon, he needs to have some activity in his day. of course he loves cuddling and there definitely some days where you just lay around lazily but most of the time those are interrupted by those random bursts of energy he gets. starting with little gentle pokes to your waist, giggling when you try to doge them which usually ends up with you climbing on his, big eyes staring up at you as he places his hands on your waist.

and you can just see this slight smirk spreading on shotaros face as he plans his next move, hands securely on your waist as he flips you over. the room is filled with both your giggles and shotaros hands are somehow all over your body as the two of you roll around the mattress trying to overpower the other.

just as you finally straddled his lap again it’s like the world around you just stops, staring into your boyfriends eyes as both of you try to catch your breath again.

“did i hurt you?” he whispers as if raising his voice would interrupt something. shotaros hands are running all over your arms before cradling your face and pulling you into his chest, his lips pressing a fleeting kiss against your temple.

[wonkibrainrot]

[taojjang]

𐙚 riize's quiet acts of love .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ masterlist! 𖦹 pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluffy fluff! warnings: so cute u might fall to the floor in tears

ಇ. synopsis: the smallest yet sweetest gestures that let you know he loves you to the end of the world, even without words.

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✩ shotaro ⸝⸝ taking photos of you!

you are the most beautiful part of taro’s life. he can’t contain his adoration for you whenever his eyes land on you. even in a crowd of hundreds, his eyes gravitate to you like second nature. but when you’re not around, he misses staring at you so much :( so he got a digital camera to capture every moment with you. it was because of you that he found his passion for photography! you could be getting dolled up for a date when snap! taro's standing behind you with his camera in hand, not to mention that silly smile on his face. "you looked too pretty!" even during simple walks to the corner store, he’ll take out his camera to snap a photo of a silly sticker on a lamppost because it reminds him of you. though that flashing light is irritating as hell, it all becomes worth it when you watch him click away on his camera and beam at your prettiest moments.

✩ eunseok ⸝⸝ keeping you warm/cool!

seok can’t stand seeing you uncomfortable. when you’re sick, it’s like hell for him. so he takes as many precautions as he can to make sure you stay healthy. on the coldest of days, he'll slip hand warmers into your pockets before you leave the house. even if the wind is only strong enough to blow your hair around just a bit, he’ll zip up your jacket and make you keep your hands in your pockets. but when it's scorching hot outside, he'll make sure to charge up a little portable fan to carry around with you. when you pass by stores, he'll always turn to you and ask if you want him to buy a drink to cool you down. seok needs to keep his baby comfy at all times!

✩ sungchan ⸝⸝ giving you the first bite!

food is channie’s love language and there’s only one thing he loves more than a good hamburger: his silly little lover. so of course he’ll prioritize your hunger over his! even when you go out to a restaurant together and he’s all antsy when the appetizers arrive, he’ll put the food on your plate and wait for you to try it before his fork even touches it. he'll impatiently stare at you, gripping the fork in his hand waiting for you to tell him if it's good or not. once you assure him you like it, he'll happily dig in! though he's generous enough to let you take the first bite, he can't guarantee he'll stay away from your food. "can i try some of that..?"

✩ wonbin ⸝⸝ fixing your jewelry!

your heart never fails to flutter whenever you’re caught up in your own business and binnie's hand suddenly brushes against your neck to fix your crooked necklace. during small conversations, wonbin will suddenly grab your hand while you’re talking and begin toying with your rings; sliding them up and down your fingers or twisting the bands. it's comforting to trace you through the silver and gold adorning your pretty frame. he just can't keep his hands to himself when you look so beautiful :(

✩ seunghan ⸝⸝ looking into your eyes!

seunghan can never take his eyes off of you. it’s such a simple yet heart-fluttering habit of his. whenever you’re deep into your work or telling him the most boring parts of your day, he’s always looking into your eyes with so much adoration. his gaze always reassures you how much he loves you and how precious you are to him <3 he also uses his adorably kitty stare to distract you from the fact that he isn’t processing a word you’re saying…

✩ sohee ⸝⸝ buying your favorite snacks!

on the way home from work or to your house, sohee always has to stop by the convenience store or even the bakery to pick up a sweet treat for his sweet baby. he always picks up small details about your preferences; some days you prefer sweet strawberry candies meanwhile on other days, you prefer deep savory brownies. somehow, sohee always knows exactly what you’re craving. “it’s my spidey senses! i’m spiderman!”

✩ anton ⸝⸝ booping your nose!

this one is quite silly but anton always has to boop your nose whenever you’re around. whenever you look irresistibly adorable, anton always lets out a giggle and leaves a delicate tap on your nose. or even when he knows you’re getting a bit angry with him, he’ll boop your nose to briefly take your mind off of it (which never works because it only makes you angrier, but hey! he finds your sulking so adorable..)

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(a/n: got a little carried away with shotaro... whoops 😅 hope u enjoyed!)

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[shotanzz]

I wish you would do a full post dedicated to toxicity or angsty shortcomings in relationships with the boys 🫠 I loved reading the toxic head canons ❤️

angst hurts my heart but !!

RIIZE RED FLAGS based on astrology~

hyung line edition ❗️

reminder this is based off of MY opinions of their birth chart placements + aspects and is not exact fact unless I knew them myself and I am not a professional astrologer

Shotaro

Vague - not exactly a red flag but he cares a lot about the things going on within his personal life but sometimes he might prefer to keep things to himself due to paranoia of how his s/o will react or if they’d use it against him..he might have a fear of betrayal that can make him be pretty vague and unable to tell his s/o a lot of things in regards to him which can feel secretive to someone who wants a relationship with open info

Intense - His Scorpio moon paired with his Cap venus leads to a need for loyalty as well as his moon/mercury aspect making him very observant of your words and even remembering things you said a longgg time ago which can be overwhelming and feel even persecuting to some. He might also be paranoid in the relationship of cheating or disloyalty.

Coldness- When he's upset he might have a tendency to be cold yet indirect. He has a scorpio mercury and when upset or protecting themselves they can say things that really hurt or could be pretty cutting. He also has a libra mars so he'd be pretty passive aggressive or indirect with his upset.

Eunseok

Nonchalant- (reminder that nonchalant means that a person cares but acts in a way that suggests indifference/disinterest) He can sometimes be too nonchalant and can make someone overall feel as though he has no passion in the relationship when really he does but just doesn't think you have to be lovey dovey 24/7 or he cant express his passion super well as times

Outburst- Eunseok has a cap moon and moon/saturn aspects paired with a mutable mars so he doesn't express his emotions well or bottles them up which can lead to him getting triggered at random and having a spontaneous outburst out of NOWHEREEE due to suppressed feelings which can be super problematic to some

Insensitive- it’s not on purpose or with malicious intent but Eunseok can sometimes not realize that though a situation isn’t a big deal to him to someone else it might be, he also can forget the more subjective side of things which can accidentally hurt peoples feelings

Sungchan

Sensitive - His pride is high and his reaction to things may be 3x more dramatic than the actual event that happened. When he's been hurt emotionally (whether it was intentional or not) he has a hard time letting go of what happened and might even give a silent treatment until he feels you've shown remorse.

Insecure - He cares a lot about what other people think of him and that can bleed into his relationships. He might act one way in public but another way in private which can make his words/actions seem insincere or disingenuous.

Internal struggles- Has a hard time balancing his feminine side and masculine side and what I mean is he is someone super emotional and feels his emotions very deeply but might try to cover that side of him up with a masculine facade which can bring tension.

Wonbin

Avoidance - He might refuse to acknowledge the red flags or obvious shortcomings/problems in the relationship or himself and may take a long time fully accepting or facing these problems as they are or has a weak approach in attempting to fix or acknowledge the problems. Idealizes a lot of aspects and tends to withdrawal when things don’t match his vision.

Procrastination- Once again, has a hard time facing things head on and takes a while to put action into something and avoids the messier more negative emotions that one must face in relationships; he could also take a long time to let the relationship reach the next more serious levels.

Stubborn- It's hard to change his mind about certain things..in arguments he'll try to pull a "lets agree to disagree" but it's a topic where you both need to be on the same page. He might even just straight up go mute in arguments if he doesn't feel like his opinion was valued enough.

[x0llaz]

Light ⋆☀︎｡

Riize as Wave to Earth

Osaki Shotaro x Reader

Fluff, tooth rotting fluff. Don't show this to ur dentist. no real warnings, just a lot of cuteness.

WC: 500 smth

synopsis: In which Shotaro loves his girlfriend a whole lot.

Shotaro Loved his girlfriend. He told just about everyone, he never missed a chance to bring her up, to talk about his beloved YN. 

His friends teased him for it, but he didn’t mind. He liked talking about her, he liked telling everyone that he was her boyfriend, or all the little details about her that he loved so much. Even she teased him for it. 

“I’m starting to think you have a crush on me,” She told him one day, looking up at him with the smile he liked so much. 

They had been dating for two months at that point. Shotaro could only smile. 

“I have such a big crush on you,” he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “How could you tell?”

How could he help himself? Not only was she adorable, but she was sweet, the sweetest girl he’d ever met. She always cared for him, even when they were just friends, she made him feel valued, loved. When they got together, he thought it was the best day of his life. Soon enough, he realized his life would only get better. 

When he first confessed his love, and she said it back, he decided he’d do everything in his power to keep her. To keep his light.

They sat on his couch together, his arm wrapped lazily around her shoulder, pressing his cheek against her arm. She Kissed his forehead, smiling as their TV show played. Neither of them were really paying attention to the plot, really just enjoying their cuddle time. 

YN’s eyes threatened to close every moment, sleep creeping up on her as Shotaro wrapped his arms around her. His gaze was fixed on her, looking over at her sleepy figure with a smile. He felt his own need for sleep creeping up on him, trying to keep his heavy lids open, trying to look at his pretty girlfriend even more. 

She snuggled into him more, letting her eyes fall shut, as shotaro adjusted around her, rubbing her shoulder gently. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered into her hair. All he got back was a little hum, YN was too tired to really say anything back. He knows she would’ve called him pretty too. “Have I told you how perfect you are?” 

“You told me this morning,” She sleepily replied, a little smile on her lips as shotaro wrapped his arms around her, resting her head against his chest. 

“I just want you to know,” He mumbled, lips brushing against her ear before he kissed her cheek. He heard her soft hum. “I love you,” he told her, it was probably the tenth time he’d said it in the past hour. 

“I love you too,” she mumbled, sleep close to overtaking her. 

“I love you more,” he whispered against her skin. “So, so much,” his voice was muffled, she barely picked up on what he said, close to falling asleep completely. He knew this, and picked her up gently, wrapping his arms around her carefully and carried her to their bed. 

He laid her down carefully, seeing her sleep-heavy eyes looking up at him, a little smile spread across her cheeks. He draped a blanket over her, before climbing in next to her, and snuggling up next to her. They fell asleep in each others arms, dreaming each other into the morning.

First chapter is out!! these are just gonna be little short stories I think fit the members of riize! upload schedule should be every Tuesday and Friday!

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