#sendou fluff

[satrs]

𝘎𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦? PART 2! /// 1°

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; How they ask you out + where your first date would be!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Barou Shoei. Oliver Aiku. Sendo Shuto. gn!reader.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 0.8k

TAGS; fluff. crack(?). kissing.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ (proplayers)!

BAROU SHOEI

He is nervous. Nervous in like - heart rapidly beating, sweaty forehead, feeling like he is on fire. But did he show all that on the outside? Of course not, he's the King.

"Shoei are you alright?" Your voice snapped him out of his mind state, wiping his hand across his face to wipe off the sweat.

"Who are those flowers for? Are you planning on confessing to someone?" Oh god. His hand fiddled with his shirt in an attempt to escape the intense heat he was feeling. Is it summer time already?

You leaned against your doorframe, starring daggers into the poor man, clearly suspicious about his unusual behaviour. He was clearly really nervous and yes, the both of you are friends but why is he at your doorstep without even informing you beforhand?

" For You."

.・゜゜・

"So what is this exactly?" His attention was glued on scrubbing the surface, eyes swiftly glancing at you, floor wiper in hand as one hand rested on your hip, looking at him.

"A date." He walked up to you, taking the wiper from you, eyes nervously glancing away from yours as a grin played itself on your lips. "Cleaning my house?" He scoffed at that. "Well, it's not exactly clean, you know." An offended gasp left your lips as you lightly slapped his shoulder. "Hey! Well there's no kiss in for you today, that's for sure."

You giggled at his shift in expression. "What- wait! I didn't mean-!" You quickly shut him up with a kiss to his lips, leaving him perplexed as you took the wiper back, continuing your previous actions innocently.

OLIVER AIKU

What kind of spell did you cast on this man??? Why was he acting and thinking like this?? Him- the Oliver Aiku, wanting to date someone for good???

"You know, you're acting kind of weird, Oli'." Oh how he loved the nickname you gave him, a cheeky grin adoring his handsome face. "Oh, how come?" "You just seem a bit nervous." He craned his neck in your direction, hetrocromic orbs starring at you. "That's because I am. I have to do something I've never done before."

You laughed at that, his expression turning curious. "What? Bungee jumping?" He giggled at that. "Close one. Actually, I wanted to ask you out." Heat shot up your face, making him laugh in return. "So?"

"So? You're really serious about this?" He nodded at that, bright grin displayed on his lips. "Damn right."

.・゜゜・

"You really know how to flatter a girl, huh?" You stated, taking the bunch of flowers from his hold, admiring the colorful flowers. "Where did you buy them?"

He put up his hands as an answer, scars decorating his rough hands, impling that he plucked them himself. You hummed in approval, impressed by his efford. "You really are serious about this."

He stepped closer to you, caressing your cheek. "I am. About this - about us. I really want this. If you want it, too." To hide your perplexed expression, you cleared your throat, looking away.

"Don't you think I deserve a kiss for my speech." You playfully roled your eyes, placing a quick peek to his cheek. "Cheeky fool."

SENDOU SHUTO

Oh my god NAHHHH LMFOAOAOAOA

"Just spit it out already!" You irritaded voice caused the man to flinch, nervous smile adoring his handsome features as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I don't know how to tell you." you laughed at that, lightly hitting him at the shoulder at that. "Why? Are you gonna ask me out or something?" Your eyes widdened as you saw the young man turn brightly red at your words, lightbulb in your head lighting up.

.・゜゜・

"I was excited for this the whole month, Shuto!" He still couldn't belief that you actually accepted his weak confession, and even showed up on the date he had planned.

He giggled as he saw your excited expression as the both of you stood infront of the karaoke bar, an advise he got from Oliver. "What are you waiting for?" Your words snapped him out of his thoughts, causing him to flash you a warm smile. "Let's go in!"

He admired you from afar, lovestruck smile on his face as he hummed along to the song you sung to, your bright smile making his heart jump in happiness.

"Don't you want to try too?" He waved you off, saying that he was a horrible singer, but you showed no sign of letting go. "Nuh uh, there's no backing out now. Maybe you'll even get a kiss of you do really well."

There was no way you had to tell him twice as he sprung up to his feet, taking the microphone from your hand as he sang to the song with all his might.

No way he's letting a chance of getting a kiss slip!

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[thebestsetter]

"Boys don't cry"

He's heard those words ever since he was a little kid. The people around him always told him how he needed to be a "big boy", and big boys never cry.

He didn't cry when he scraped his knee on the slide. He didn't cry when he got his first failling grade. He didn't cry when things went badly in his life. He was sure his tear glands weren't even working at this point.

He never cries. He's a big boy. Big boys don't cry.

So why does he feel his cheeks wet when he sees you dressed in white?

Why does he feel like breaking down into tears while you make your way to the altar, smile radiant as ever and holding a big, pretty flower bouquet?

Why does he keep blinking his eyes as you approach him and link your hands with his? And why is his vision getting blurred when he realized you were soon to share the same last name?

It then dawned on him.

He wasn't a boy. He wasn't a big boy, either. He was a man.

And when the priest finally says: "You may kiss the bride" and he finally lets the tears fall freely as your mouths get closer, he realized he learned something today.

Boys don't cry, but men do.

And he was a man. Your man. And he would gladly cry in front of the whole world if it meant keeping that title.

TODOROKI SHOTO, Bakugou Katsuki, Kunigami Rensuke, REO MIKAGE (even tho he cried when Nagi left him lol), SENDOU SHUTO, Rin Itoshi, Megumi Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, ATSUMU MIYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, Oikawa Tooru, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, Kuroo Tetsuro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KITA SHINSUKE + your favs!

Masterlist

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ do it softly now, baby !!

ᝰ.ᐟ if there's one thing every celebrity needs to master, it's the art of the soft launch. building up the anticipation by teasing your fans, leaving little easter eggs that only the two of you could possibly pick up on, playing coy whenever questioned about your relationship status... looks like you and him could write the how-to guide on this art form. alternatively: a headcanon post on how the two of you soft launch your relationship. ( sfw + fem!reader )

featuring sae itoshi, shuto sendou, shouei barou, rensuke kunigami, yoichi isagi author's notes haikyuu version here!

౨ৎ SAE ITOSHI. you are: a 2x gold medalist for olympic figure skating. just like how sae is the jewel of japanese soccer, you're the star of japanese figure skating. no one quite understands the pressure of having to carry an entire sport, to represent an entire country, on your back — except for sae. you're known to be a very serious athlete; you rarely cheat on your diet, you keep up with a strict training regimen even during the off-season, and you've never been in a relationship ever. you're stunning, but a little bit scary. something about you just feels so out of reach — like, no normal human being could ever match your caliber. you posted: a mirror selfie. for once in your life, you actually look fairly casual; no elaborate skating costume or athleisure in sight. instead, you're sporting a re al jersey. normally, this wouldn't be enough to spark too much speculation. the team's world famous, after all. what really gets people talking is the fact that sae itoshi, who infamously doesn't run his own social media, can be seen liking all your instagram posts. (little do your followers know [but the extra nosy ones will be able to find out], he's the one behind the camera for some of your posts 🤭)

you can't hold back your laugh as you stare at the notification that just popped up on your screen. itoshisae just reacted 😍 to your story! itoshisae: Nice jersey you: thanks, my boyfriend got it for me xx itoshisae: Do your little fans know that? you: they will soon 🤭 "what's got you smiling so hard, love?" your hairstylist is respectful enough to not look over your shoulder to take a peek at your screen, but you still hold your phone close to your chest, catching the dopey grin on your face reflected on the vanity mirror. "something silly." you tell her, feeling the gentle vibration of your phone signaling that you've got another notification. out of curiosity, you look down, and your smile only grows wider. namesofficialfanpage just tagged you in a post! namesofficialfanpage [name] just posted this on her story!! do we know anyone on re al who isn't in a confirmed relationship yet?

౨ৎ SHUTO SENDOU. you are: japan's favorite actress, even though you've quickly moved on from starring in j-dramas to gracing the big screen in america. you're hollywood's current favorite leading lady, and you're known for being the romcom starlet. when interviewed on why you haven't been in any public relationships yet, you've stated, "i guess i'm so used to all these perfectly written male leads that real life romance is harder to enjoy. when i meet a man who sweeps me off my feet, i promise, you will all know about it." you posted: a photo dump from your trip back home to japan; the pictures start off fairly innocuous. there's you posing with petals from cherry blossom trees flowing by you, you wearing a traditional dress and visiting a shrine, scenic photos... but the last photo is you being carried bridal style by a mysterious pink-haired man. your head is thrown back in laughter, and he's looking down, strands of his hair falling in his face so your followers can't clearly see him. your caption is telling — he sweeps me off my feet 🤍

"shuto!" your laughter is uncontrollable, and you squeal as he picks you up, sneakily giving the thumbs up for the old grandmother you two ran into to take the photo. "put me down!" "no way. i'm never letting you go." he's staring down at you, his smile infectious, and you can't help but think you are in so much trouble. somehow, shuto sendou has given you a romance that's even better than the movies.

౨ৎ SHOUEI BAROU. you are: barou's sisters' babysitter. you're literally the girl next door, and growing up, barou actually walked you to and from school. from the minute he joined blue lock, you've always been cheering for him wholeheartedly. watching him perform at the u-20 game was a bit of a reality check for you; barou is going outgrow you and this whole neighborhood. you never realized your crush on him was returned until he comes back from that game, cheeks flushed, forcing himself to "man up" and look you in the eyes as he tells you he'd like to see you again, once he's allowed a free day from the blue lock facility. ever since his confession, you two have been together ever since, even during his pro days. he posted: a picture of when he returned home during the off-season of the pro league. barou's not known to be a cute and cuddly type of person, either on or off the field. this post humanizes him greatly in the eyes of everyone. it's a picture of his sisters playing with your hair and makeup. your eyes are shut so his youngest sister can messily apply eyeshadow to your eyelids, and she's blocking more than half your face from the frame. his caption has everyone wondering who you are, though. My favorite girls. — that's what he said.

"how do i look?" you bat your eyelashes (which are coated with nearly three thick, messily applied layers of clumpy mascara, applied by his youngest sister). your hair looks a mess, courtesy of his other sister. the tennis bracelet he got you for your anniversary stands out against the beaded friendship bracelets you've made with his sisters. even with unblended foundation and lipgloss from a children's toy set, barou still thinks he's the luckiest man alive right now. "beautiful." he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, effectively coating his own lips in the tacky, glittery gloss. his sisters shriek when they see the display of affection, but they're giggling, too. they love you just as much as he loves you. "you're always beautiful."

౨ৎ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI. you are: a lifestyle influencer. everybody loves your attitude, they're obsessed with your routine, and they want to live your life. you're recognizable by your signature stack of bracelets that you rarely take off, probably because the stack roughly costs about the same as a nice house. who said those tiktok grwm's wouldn't pay off? he posted: a gym challenge video. kunigami's not too active on social media, but his management team wants him to start posting the occasional tiktok in order to generate more hype and interest in him. this challenge is him curling dumbbells, but he starts at the weight where you stopped. as hot as it is to watch a shirtless kunigami curl 110lbs per arm, the girlies online can't help but recognize that bracelet stack on the wrist of the faceless "gym buddy" kunigami is featuring in his video.

"c'mon, baby, i know you can do more than that." kunigami's massive arms are crossed against his chest, and that damn smirk of his would make you shoot a glare his way; if only every muscle in your body wasn't already preoccupied with not collapsing. your arms are shaking, and you shake your head, letting the dumbbells clang to the gym floor. "this is torture. you do this for fun?" you point to the rack of dumbbells. "gotta keep up with the strength training, baby. and after i'm done with this, we can do some cardio together." the look he sends your way lets you know that the cardio he has in mind is one that you won't want to quit.

౨ৎ YOICHI ISAGI. you are: a popular idol, but in this country and this day and age, it's hard for some hardcore fans to understand that you would want your own life. frightened of how your fanbase will react, you beg isagi to let you keep your relationship a secret, at least until you're able to mentally prepare for the backlash. you've seen other girls in your group get ripped to shreds over dating rumors, and the last thing you want is to have your relationship with isagi being scrutinized by people who want to see you two break up. his friend accidentally posted: a video of you two. bachira genuinely means no harm! the video is quick, and you and isagi cuddled up together on the couch is barely seen for a millisecond until bachira flips the camera to his own face, with the caption "Thirdwheeling again 😔" your insane fans are quick to screenshot the one, singular frame you're barely visible in, but surprisingly enough, a majority of them are supportive of you being in a relationship.

"bachira, are you sure you're okay with me joining boys' night?" you're tucking your cold feet underneath isagi's body, and he's a good sport about it, so he doesn't complain. he actually pulls you closer to him, wanting no space to be between you two. he does correct you, though. "this was not a boys' night. bachira is lying. he invited himself over." bachira sticks his tongue out. "i can't hang out with my favorite people?" "you can hang out with us any time." you tell him, pleased that your boyfriend's friend actually likes you. no, he genuinely does like you. he's been streaming your latest single on repeat for the past two weeks since it released, to the point where his teammates are complaining about having to listen to it on the pregame playlist.

[merlucide]

BLLK BOYS BEING JELLY

Notes: I haven’t made a smau in forever wow

characters: Nagi, Kaiser, Ness, Sendou, Shidou, Rin

warnings: cursing, shidou

taglist: @gigiiiiislife @sharkissm @luvingshidou @kurona-theshark @soleilonthesun @duckydee-0 @someprettyname @rinitoshisgirl

so tired rn

made June 18th 2024

[retroaria]

my first shitty attempt at a thirst. just y’all wait until i get good at these trust in the come up 💯

`౨ৎ~ NSFW BELOW THE CUT MDNI `౨ৎ~

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Sending him nudes during practice and throwing him so far off his game his teammates almost bench him for the day. he got the first notification as soon as he got into the locker room, opening your texts to two photos of you kneeling in front of your bedroom mirror. he recognizes the matching set you have on as one that he got for you recently. the top is holding your tits together nicely, allowing for the perfect amount of cleavage to spill out. the panties cling above your hips, showing them off and hugging tightly you send him two pictures and “Finally got around to trying this on, you’ve got good taste babe ;)”

That wasn’t enough to get him hot and bothered, but it did fluster him, making him already unable to respond to his teammates normally, stuttering all his sentences. you look even better than he imagined you’d look in that set and he can’t erase the image from his mind. just as he’s almost ready for practice, tying the laces of his cleats, he gets another notification. it’s another photo of you in front of the mirror. this time you’re laid out in a far more lewd position, flashing your wet cunt to the mirror where two fingers are fully stuffed into your tight hole. he inhales sharply as he looks your body up and down, before reading the message you sent along with it, “Don’t worry, i’ll make sure she stays this wet for you until you get home to take care of it. have fun at practice <3”

He’s hard, having to tuck his boner under the waistband of his loose shorts and pray to god it doesn’t slip out for the whole team to see the tent it would create. He’s sweating, his heart is beating fast, of course that’s because he’s playing football, but the state of his body mixed with the rampant ravenous thoughts he’s having are making him lose his cool. the first time the ball lands in front of him his fight or flight kicks in and he kicks the ball aimlessly, it’s possibly the worst shot of his entire life. he doesn’t even have it in him to care about how far it landed from the goal post or the angry comments his team is spouting at him. not when he knows you’re at home with a perfectly prepped cunt for him to fuck into oblivion. all he has to do is let the time pass until then.

· · · ──────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ──────── · · ·

REO (made this just for him lowkey), nagi, oliver, sendo, karasu, bachira (eh football turns him on too so Idk), isagi, chigiri, raichi

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[onceonafullmoon]

could i pleaseee request some sendou x reader hcs?

Okay, just to be clear about this and get it out of the way, you do not need to be a hollywood actress to bag Sendou 

He is actually such a pathetic man and he would literally have his knees go weak if any attractive person looked at him (which you, dear reader, are)

So rest assured, do not worry about that

You’d probably meet him by chance actually, like a romance novel cliche where you accidentally bump into each other and he goes to help you gather your things

Only when he finally looks up at you and you make eye contact, both of you freeze

Him because as I mentioned before, attractive person, and you because, well, you’re a pretty big football fan

You excitedly tell him about what a big fan you are while he stares at you dumb struck, and it's only after he’s given you his autograph and you’ve walked away that he realizes that he probably should have asked for your number

Well damn, he’ll probably never see you again

At least that’s what he thinks before he sees your familiar face in a cafe and a spark of hope shoots through him 

In his head, he’s really suave about walking over to you and easily seducing you.

He’s actually a complete fucking mess when he talks to you, stuttering slightly over his words and his body language awkward, but you either choose to ignore it or simply don’t notice and chat with him excitedly about how hyped you are for the upcoming season

But eventually, somehow, someway, he manages to get himself to ask for your number

And of course, flattered, you give him it and he leaves that cafe almost floating from how light he feels (though he’d never admit that to anyone)

You start texting each other pretty regularly after that, and he finds that it’s much easier to hit on you through text when he doesn’t see your face and get flustered

At least that’s what he thinks before you start flirting back, and then he’s back to square one

(The first time you flirted back he stopped responding for a solid 10 minutes because he was so flustered.)

Anyways as time goes on he gets a little more relaxed around you, even managing a few meetings with you before the season starts

And you’ll find that after you get through his faux arrogance, and after that his nervousness, that he’s actually a pretty determined person working hard for his goals. And you can’t help but find that admirable.

Then the season starts and you find that you guys don’t have as much time to talk, but you still manage to stay in touch

He texts you after practice and on breaks most definitely, earning some teasing from Aiku who pokes fun at him for being “whipped”

The whole team joins in actually, praising their star Ace for finding someone, Sendou wants to die

It’s after the season ends where he finally asks you out, and his whole team ends up helping in his endeavor

To clarify, he did not want them to help, they came to help anyways

And after a series of very close calls and near fuck ups on your outing, he eventually just blurts out that he’s interested in being your boyfriend

And that’s how you start dating

As a lover, he can be incredibly sweet with how he watches you with stars in his eyes when you do almost anything

Don’t ever ask this man for fashion advice though, because he’ll literally drop to his knees if you wear anything (or nothing)

You also learn that he can be a bit of a whiny brat at times too

ex. Whenever you have to leave to do something, he’ll whine about it, he always needs to be the little spoon, and complains loudly when you ignore him after an argument

He’s also a sucker for praise, so if you compliment him he’ll try to play it all cool but he visibly lights up

Don’t praise him too much though, he’s got a bad habit of getting cocky

He’s also super clingy and has a thing for laying his head in your lap and letting you run your fingers through his hair

All in all, he’s a very pathetic man (endearingly so!) and he’d do anything for your attention and praise despite putting on the front of being an arrogant ass

[luvingshidou]

RAGH 🙄🙄

do sum like calling them wrong name prank or like not calling them nicknames or sum

🤩

THANK YOU POOKIE GODDESS LOVE YOU 💗💗💗🤞🤞🤞(pulling an all night 4 this 🥶🥶🥶)

WHO???

features: shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, rin itoshi, sendou shuto

warnings: fem pov!! shidou

probs ooc

𐙚 SHIDOU RYUSEI ༝༚༝༚

𐙚 NAGI SEISHIRO ༝༚༝༚

𐙚 RIN ITOSHI ༝༚༝༚

𐙚 SENDOU SHUTO ༝༚༝༚

BACK WRITING AGAIN BITCHES ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

EDIT: I JUST REALISED I SAID ISAGI NOT REO DAWG IT WAS 4 AM WHEN I MADE THUS

[itwasmegan03]

18th December - sae itoshi x fem!reader

This year sae couldn't spend Christmas break with his gf, since the football tournament would have kept him busy for all the holiday. Or at least that was what y/n thought. 

It was the 11th November and y/n was taking to the airport, her boyfriend, Sae Itoshi, for his Football tournament in Spain that would have lasted some weeks, including the Christmas holidays ones. 

"Do you really have to go?" y/n whined childishly while pushing away sae's luggage that was in the way between them, she wanted to hug him and fill him with kisses. 

"Yes, mi amor*. I'm sorry. Pero voy a dedicarte un gol*" sae winked at her, pulling her close to his chest, to hold her tightly and comfort her with gentle strokes and kisses on the head. Y/n loved that type of comforting, especially now that she was struggling to hold her tears. Feeling sae's arms wrapped around her made her feel safe and comfortable to cry without being judged. But she was still sad that she wouldn't be able to get that care anymore for the next "few", as sae says, weeks.

His manager, Giraud Dabadie, called him one more time, saying that they were already late. Sae rolled his eyes from frustration and while he was pushing away y/n, or at least trying to, she gripped her arms around his torso even more, to not let him go. 

“mhm no!” she whined and started shaking her head. Sae patted her head one more last time and slowly pushed her away. “hey, mi vida*. You’re gonna be okay, we are gonna call each other every day” he reassured her and smiled. Y/n was a bit doubtful about the “every day”. It has already happened that sae didn’t end up calling her for almost a week because of his football practices and matches. She didn't want that to happen again. That thing caused so much pain and argues. But the way he was looking at her, made her believe him once again, so she just nodded and slightly smiled back. Y/n gave sae one last hug and kiss then waved goodbye, “a-adiós m-mi vida*” she added shyly. Sae couldn’t help but smirk and blush too, “hasta pronto, MI vida*”.

One month passed. It was the worst month ever. They did calls yeah, but mostly where they would scream to each other and cry. Sae was stressed for the practices and couldn't handle y/n that much, so he used to be more cold, dry and careless. Like he used to be with his little brother back then. Indeed, Rin comforted her by watching his brother's matches together on the tv and smile and cheer every time sae did a goal. That helped a bit. But everyday got worse. She understood that it wasn’t sae’s fault, it was just the pressure of being a footballer. But she just missed him so much. Y/n tried to do anything that distracted herself and made her happy but she realised that her happiness was found by being with sae. Everything she tried to do wasn't as nice as doing it together with him, her boyfriend, her favourite footballer, her baby, her amor, her vida, her corazòn*, just her everything.

More days passed. Y/n was kinda getting better because in the meanwhile it started snowing and the Christmas atmosphere was showing, so she felt a little happier. 

The 18th of December, y/n was invited to a small party. It was organised by the Blue Lock to celebrate the ending of the football tournaments before the Christmas holidays. The party, however, was held at Aiku's house, center back of the Japan U-20 team, the team where sae used to play. 

It was hard choosing a good dress, but y/n opted for a dress that sae gifted her for her birthday. Of course, everyone complimented her on how stunning she was. But she just thanked them coldly. We all knew from whom she wanted the compliments. Anyways, they were all having a great time, so did y/n for a little time.  But then a slow started to play. Precisely “Margaret” by Lana del Rey was playing.  Everyone partnered up, besides Aiku that saw how y/n stopped and admired all those lovely and cute couples that reminded her, sae and her, the first time they danced together even if sae wasn’t good at slow dancing; but instead he had some quite good skills for bachata and salsa thanks to some of his spanish and latinos friends.

Aiku, seeing y/n motionless, decided to approach her and asked her to dance. At first, she was still deep in thought but when she heard him the second time, she blinked a few times to realize what was happening, then politely rejected him. She left the room where the people were dancing, and headed towards the door to go outside and get some fresh air. But while she was getting close to the door, someone rang the doorbell. She stopped and startled, but at the end opened the door.

Outside there was sae who was slightly shaking from the cold. He was wearing a formal and classy black suit with a white shirt with some small embroidered details. 

They looked at each other mesmerised and embarrassed, like the first time they met or had a date. Y/n couldn't believe it. She ran to him and hugged him bursting into tears. “I… I missed you… So much…” y/n spelled those words that were barely audible, but only sae could understand them. Of course, he hugged her back tightly so she wouldn't catch a cold. It started to snow. Little snowflakes were surrounding them and when y/n released the hug and looked up to her handsome boyfriend she chuckled. “Your hair is getting white” she cupped her hands around his face, which was red from embarrassment and cold. He laughed “yours too, mi vida” he added and caressed her hair to brush off the snowflakes. Y/n couldn’t help but turn into a red tomato. Hearing sae saying “mi vida” to her was heartwarming. 

“I missed you, mi vida” she put her hands on his shoulder and stared at his captivating teal eyes. Sae smiled and thought how cute she was. “Huh? You aren’t saying it back!!” she pouted and gave him a little push. He laughed loudly “I missed you too, y/n” he added while giving her his most warming smile. Y/n was almost melting and bursting into tears again, it has been a while since he saw a warming smile and not a lukewarm one. Sae, seeing his gf like that, so pretty and adorable, made his heart warmer; all he could do was hold her, smile at her and admire her. He was getting lost in her again, it seemed like the first time he fell in love with her. 

“A-achoo!” she sneezed and sae got a bit surprised and laughed. He pulled out, from his pocket, a tissue and started to clean her nose. “Are you okay, torpecita*? he chuckled. “Hey! What’s that!?” y/n was intrigued and offended at the same time by that strange new spanish word. Sae laughed and smiled, teasing her. She kept pouting all cutely and when she wanted to hide her embarrassed face in his slightly soft but muscular chest, a mistletoe on top of them sprouted.

They both looked up, realized what just happened and then locked their eyes to each other, slightly blushing. Y/n was trying to not care at all but failed miserably, she was turning all red. In the other side, sae was smirking “Aww, look at you, all rosie red” he leaned towards her, teasing her more. “It’s just the cold temperature!!” she tried to find an excuse, but of course sae wouldn’t fall for that. He chuckled, then wrapped one hand around her waist and with the other one rested it on her back to support her. Y/n was taken aback “What are you doi-” she couldn’t finish her sentence that sae kissed her. He gave her a soft and sweet short kiss. She blushed but then drew him back into the kiss. She was giving him a slightly passionate one.

He was enjoying it but then someone opened the door, it was Aiku, who was looking for y/n. They pulled away from the kiss and straightened up. "Ah- Sae! You’re back, was I interrupting something?” Aiku chuckled and stroked the back of his neck from the awkwardness.

Y/n looked at sae whose face was its usual: his lukewarm and nonchalant face, which y/n of course finds attractive. “You interrupted us, yes. What do you want?” sae asked coldly and rotated his eyes. “Not even a hello, cold as always, genius huh?” Aiku chuckled “Well, I was looking forward to dancing with y/n” he added. Sae looked at his girlfriend “well… And I wasn’t looking forward to dancing with you or any of the other guys of the U-20 team” she referred to Sendou who was stalking them and making a face to sae through the window. “I’ll be delighted to have a dance with my unique and cool boyfriend, Sae Itoshi” she said proudly and smiled, looking at her vida. “Ahh you guys are a thing. I see, I see” Aiku said while putting his hands in his pants pocket since he took off his jacket and stayed in shirt and suspenders. “Well, then shall you two dance inside and not here, that is freezing?” he smirked at the cute couple. “Don’t tell us what to do, plus we were liking it here, all for us” Sae nonchalantly said and then gently took y/n’s arm and went inside to the dancing room.

They paired up and started swaying. Seeing Sendou looking at his girl, sae tightened his hold on y/n as if to say “she's only mine”. Y/n was a bit surprised but then hugged him happily, continuing to dance gently. She started patting and caressing his back, he suddenly stopped glaring murderously at Sendou and calmed down, hugging her more tightly. She was so small and cute, that’s what sae was thinking.

He then adjusted himself and leaned towards her ear “Te amo, mi vida*” he whispered and kissed her. While they were kissing, y/n smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck. Sae then took her from her waist and lifted her up and spun her around. She was a bit startled, but she clung tightly to him and smiled, having fun.

In all of this, the song faded and turned into a waltz. They began to dance with more passion and happiness, as if no one was around them, but just the two of them.

Needless to say that, that night, it was as if they had fallen in love again and ended up loving each other more and more. 

VOCABULARY mi amor: my love Pero voy a dedicarte un gol: But I'm going to dedicate you a goal mi vida: my life a-adiós m-mi vida: b-bye m-my life hasta pronto, MI vida: see you soon, MY life her amor, her vida, her corazòn: her love, her life, her heart torpecita: clumsy Te amo, mi vida: I love you, my life

A/N Haii guys! This is my first time posting on tumblr, I hope I'm doing correctly ^^'. This is also my first time writing a story in English! I hope you liked it, let me know!! <3

Please I kindly ask you to not repost and copy any of this. Or at least give me credits, if you want a translation I could translate it in Italian, since it's my native language! Reblogs are appreciated!

[yzzaqczec]

"Heart on the Line"

Sendou Shuto x Reader

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“Hey, (Y/N)!”

You jumped slightly at the familiar voice calling out your name. Turning around, you spotted Sendou Shuto jogging toward you with that signature grin of his. His hair was a mess from practice, his jersey sticking to his skin, and yet he carried himself like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“You’re done with practice already?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Yup! Well, kind of,” he said, stopping just in front of you. “I may have skipped cool-down stretches to catch you before you left.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “Skipping stretches is bad for your recovery, you know.”

Sendou laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “I knew you’d say that.”

“You’re lucky I’m too nice to scold you properly,” you replied with a playful roll of your eyes. “What do you want, anyway?”

He hesitated for a moment, shuffling his feet. It wasn’t like him to be nervous. Sendou was usually brimming with confidence, almost to the point of being obnoxious. But now, he looked… almost shy.

“Well…” he began, glancing away before locking eyes with you. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat. With me. Like, right now.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden invitation. “Just the two of us?”

“Yeah! I mean, unless you want to invite someone else. But, uh, I was kind of hoping it could just be us…” His voice trailed off, and he rubbed the back of his neck again, avoiding your gaze.

Your cheeks warmed as you realized what he was implying. “Are you asking me out on a date, Sendou?”

His eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. “What? No! I mean, yes? I mean…” He groaned, covering his face with one hand. “Okay, yeah. I’m asking you out. But if that’s weird or if you’re not interested, just pretend I didn’t say anything!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered state. “You’re really bad at this, you know that?”

He peeked at you through his fingers, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “I’m usually better at talking to people! You just… make me nervous, okay?”

The admission made your heart flutter. You’d always thought of Sendou as the type to flirt without a care, but seeing this vulnerable side of him was unexpected—and kind of adorable.

“Well,” you said, pretending to think it over, “I guess I could spare some time to grab a bite with you.”

His face lit up instantly, and his grin returned in full force. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yeah, I mean it,” you replied, smiling back at him. “But only if you promise to actually do your stretches after we eat.”

“Deal!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you toward the nearest diner. “Let’s go before you change your mind!”

You laughed, letting him lead the way. His hand was warm in yours, and despite the whirlwind of energy that was Sendou Shuto, you found yourself enjoying every second of it.

Maybe this date wouldn’t be so bad after all.

---

The diner was cozy, dimly lit, with a soft hum of chatter in the background. Sendou led you to a small booth near the window, pulling out your seat with exaggerated flair. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic gestures, his earlier nerves forgotten as he slid into the seat across from you.

"See? I told you, I know how to treat a lady," he said with a wink, though his grin still carried a hint of nervousness.

You raised an eyebrow. "I’m pretty sure this is just a regular booth in a diner, Sendou."

"Details, details," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "It’s the thought that counts, right?"

You smiled, feeling more at ease now that the initial awkwardness had passed. As the waiter came over, you ordered a simple coffee, and Sendou went all out, ordering his usual—an absurdly large burger with extra fries.

"So, tell me," you started as you waited for your food, "what exactly made you so nervous earlier?"

Sendou paused, his grin faltering for a split second before it returned. "I don’t know," he said, leaning back in his seat, clearly trying to play it cool. "I guess I’ve just never asked anyone out before. Not seriously, anyway."

"You?" You blinked, surprised. "The Sendou Shuto, the guy who’s always so confident? Hard to believe."

He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, well, there’s a difference between being confident on the field and being confident when you’re asking someone out. It’s… different when you actually care."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a sudden warmth bloom in your chest.

"I didn’t think it would be so hard," he admitted, his tone softening. "I mean, you’re always there, being all nice and supportive, and I don’t know… I guess I really like having you around."

You were taken aback by his honesty, unsure of what to say for a moment. But then you decided to be just as honest.

"I like having you around too, Sendou," you said quietly, meeting his gaze.

He smiled, a genuine, relaxed smile that made your heart flutter. "Good. I’m glad."

Just then, the waiter arrived with your food, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics—random stories from practice, silly memories from the team, and casual banter that made the evening feel even more comfortable. But beneath all the playful chatter, there was an unspoken understanding between you both, a connection that felt natural and easy.

After you finished eating, Sendou insisted on paying, despite your attempts to protest. He wouldn’t hear of it, and with a dramatic flourish, he handed over his card.

"I’m the one who invited you, remember?" he said with a wink. "It’s only fair I pay."

As you stepped out into the cool night air, Sendou walked beside you, a little more relaxed now, but still with that spark of energy he always seemed to carry.

"I’m glad you said yes," he said, hands stuffed into his pockets. "I’ll take you out again sometime. Maybe to somewhere fancier next time."

You laughed softly. "We’ll see. But, Sendou…"

"Hmm?"

"You promised to stretch after this, remember?"

He groaned dramatically, his shoulders slumping. "You’re really gonna make me do that, huh?"

"I’m just keeping you accountable," you teased, nudging his shoulder with yours.

Sendou grinned, nudging you back playfully. "Fine, fine, you win. But you owe me another date for making me do it."

"Another one?" you raised an eyebrow, the corners of your lips twitching into a smile. "What, are you already planning our next one?"

He shrugged with a cocky grin. "Can’t help it. You’re fun to be around. Besides, I’m not letting you get away that easily. You’re stuck with me now."

For a moment, you just walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the night air mixing with the distant hum of the city. The tension that had been there earlier was gone, replaced by something far more comfortable, far more real.

As you approached the dorms, Sendou turned to you, his eyes soft but sincere.

"Thanks for today," he said, his voice quieter now. "It was… really nice."

You met his gaze, the warmth of his words settling in your chest. "It was nice for me too, Sendou."

"Good," he smiled, his usual playful spark returning. "I’ll see you tomorrow, then?"

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. "Definitely."

As you watched him jog back to the field, you felt something stir within you, something exciting and new. Maybe this wasn’t just the beginning of a simple date. Maybe it was the start of something far more special.

And somehow, you couldn’t wait to see where it would go.

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this was rotting in my drafts

this past few weeks I have been so obsessed with him I cannot find enough fics about him☹️

He's so bbg

[iwashie]

BLUE LOCK MEN AS LOVE SONGS pt2

📌 itoshi sae, shido ryusei, oliver aiku, shuto sendo, michael kaiser, alexis ness

⋆⋆☆⋆⋆⋆⋆warnings- bllk men as love songs I think suits them

💗 ITOSHI SAE- IMAGINE/ ARIANA GRANDE

Step up the two of us, nobody knows us, get in the car like, "Skrrt" Staying up all night, order me pad thai, then we gon' sleep till noon Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub, bubbles and bubbly, ooh This is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular... Imagine a world like that We go like up 'til I'm 'sleep on your chest Love how my face fits so good in your neck....

💛 💗 SHIDO RYUSEI- MORE THAN FRIENDS/ AIDAN BISSETT

'Cause girl, why won't you take it with me now? Girl, let's be more than friends starting now You've been replaying in my head You make me feel like I can be myself instead But I know you don't want me around Your smile is irradiant you make me feel like I can't quit So give me something to work I'm sorry but I'm not giving up now....

💛 💚 OLIVER AIKU- HATEF--K/ THE BRAVERY

If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do if I had my way with you I can keep secrets that I know that you want me You could dig your nails into my skin, and you won't stop me....

💛 SHUTO SENDO- KISS KISS ME/ 5SOS

So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me And tell me that I'll see you again Cause I don't know If I can let you go So kiss me, kiss me, kiss me I'm dying just to see you again Let's make tonight the best of our lives, yeah Here's to teenage memories...

💙 MICHAEL KAISER- EVERYBODY TALKS/ NEON TREES

It started with a whisper And that was when I kissed her And then she made my lips hurt I could hear the chit chat Take me to your love shack Mama's always gotta back track When everybody talks back Hey honey, you could be my drug You could be my new prescription Too much could be an overdose....

💜 ALEXIS NESS- ADORE YOU/ HARRY STYLES

Honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do.....

[therizzlord]

IM BEGGING SOMEONE ANYONE TO PLEASE MAKE A SENDOU X READER FIC

THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH AND I CANT EVEN MAKE ONE MYSELF BECAUSE IF I DO HE’LL END UP COMPLETELY OUT IF CHACRTER

ILL DO ANYTHING JUST PLEASE MAKE SOME

[alyorlexi]

some aiku×sendou

Okay but like..Aiku and Sendou are literally this trope

Angry Bf×Calm Bf

The panel where Sendou lost his cool to Sae is literally so cute, and then there was Aiku calming him and assuring that the game only just started .

sometimes it makes me think of this fluffy scenario that I wrote on an evening saturday.(like rn)

…

"Water?" Oliver's calm tone focused on the pissed up man, his duo, Sendou, He knows that this man couldn't control his temper, well atleast sometimes…

"Just leave me alone for now, I don't wanna hear and recieve human interactions right now Aiku, everything is pissing me the fuck off-" The blonde was silenced once Aiku's arms placed on top of his shoulder down his torso

"Calm down Sendou, violence and ignorance wouldn't get you anywhere, the only sensible thing is to stay calm, wouldn't that be more soothing?" his arms continued to tap his body, it somehow calms Sendou down, whenever he is near, whenever he does this gesture simply the presence of Aiku is enough to calm him down

He still offered the water as his mouth smiled when he accepted

Sendou took a sip from the bottle. "Thanks, I'm sorry for acting up, that bastard is getting on my last nerve" he sighed

"The game has only started, now now" he formed a rather calm, cocky smirk, his reassuring touch is enough for him to actually calm down

"You're right, let's go Aiku" The blonde man smiled and replied

[delinquentshipping]

I do have quite the back log, I feel like sharing. The highlighted combo of the franchise, G really did nothing to shut that idea down, if anything, it multiplied its potential reality.

[merlucide]

”NOT WIFEY MATERIAL” SMAU

notes: help I always work on this smau when I can’t sleep, I finally finished it lmao

characters: Sendou, Shidou, Rin, Kaiser, Ness

warnings: CURSING! (I’m sorry I know I have a foul mouth, I’m working on it), another girl is called a whore/bitch, fem! Reader

help this is like, so random, but like, slay idk man

feedback always appreciated!!

made October 21st 2024

[lacunasbalustrade]

overlord’s ability burns away even the effect of triggers

reposted from ao3 because many people seem to like this one! read more below the cutoff

overlord's ability burns away even the effect of triggers

Balustrade

Summary:

Hi, I heard that you guys were starving, so I'm here with food - *proffers a basket of cheese*. Anyways, this is a fluffy fic set post-legion, in the liminal space before Kai goes to France, and there is NO trauma whatsoever. Just people cooking suspiciously Chinese food (try the recipe! I promiss it's good) and eating dinner. For @khainovo on Tumblr

Notes:

For khaicantwrite.

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

love is pressed and not new, worn into you by the stares from behind your back and the light reflected from their watch on your hand, threads enveloping you like a faded blanket.

love is preused.

"Take two tablespoons of salt and dump it in with the clams." he instructs, moving around the teak counter to Aichi's side. "Good. Rinse it six-twenty times, using the sieve, and leave it there for half an hour." Kourin, her garnet apron flowing, carries a tray of crushed garlic over to the counter. Paced steps, level, light, cheery. A beacon with her lemony hair creamed by the warm light of the late afternoon. The garlic, white shreds oozing a subtle smell of wispy hellos, will be placed under Misaki's watchful care so Assistant Cat does not take it and dump it over the floor, speckles of lilac and aubergine skin that should be fried together with the clams. They are sitting in Miwa's lap now, the clams, shells overlapping with keratin in complex formations that would look like staircases to an ant that was shrunk down to be smaller than an ant, Aichi fancies as he replaces the salt canister in its pullout drawer, metal scrubbed until the reflection itself shines. Kai is a fastidiously territorial cat, and it means so much unspeakable trust that he has finally let them into his kitchen, albeit under some cautious guidance.

They play a game of Twister whilst waiting out the half an hour - all except Miwa, who still had to hold the clams for fear the real cat will eat them raw. He gets to hold the remote control for Kai's mini television, though, and amuses himself with the soft strains of a Korean drama as he hangs over the back of a chair. He looks for all the world like a white blobby sweater, left there to dry. Muslin waiting patiently to be ironed and laundered. Morikawa wins somehow - Misaki doesn't stand a chance in those tight clothes, Aichi has two left feet, Izaki gets exhausted fast, Emi and Kamui are too short. Kai has some semblance of dignity to maintain and remains a spectator, much to Kourin's pitying disapproval (she is the emcee. Perhaps she missed her work more than she wanted to say.)

"Put the bok choy in to simmer with the clans." Misaki is in charge of this part. She has no sleeves to roll up, dressed in that revealing azure top, but that's the feeling he gets when she enters the kitchen. Unlike Aichi, she has nerves of steel, and doesn't flinch at the roiling bubbles or practically throw the clams in, unleashing a spray of savage 'feedback'. Her fingers are calm, a strong quality in a chef, a good metal to add to an alloy. Kamui dislikes waiting, and being confined to the sofa even more so, but there is no help for it when he will insist in adding in an inane amount of seasoning. The human consumption of salt is not quite so advanced; it is a good thing he does not cook at home, or perhaps that is the reason he does not cook at home. He still yells instructions, however, confusing Izaki, who is in the middle of a Vanguard match with him. "Guard - watch out for that geyser, Emi-san!" Misaki deflects it with the spatula, earning a shower of applause from Emi. They strain the clams and bok choy, add it into a large soup pot.

"Add some more water. Once boiled, slowly add fish paste and continue to stir the pot." This part is lighter work, but Aichi seems to take it as seriously as he does everything else - the only one who could be more serious is perhaps Gaillard, but then the fish paste would turn into fish cream. The way his pale hand trembles with the effort to disperse the stubbornly sticky white paste through the soup, yet avoid coating the leafy dark greens with it? That's something to behold, the pensive jolt of his chin a hint at his inner frustration. (It's a frustration that will dissolve when even Emi praises his work. The wooden spatula splatters everyone with watery paste when he lifts it up and pumps his fist a little.)

The cooking of the chicken thigh meat is taken over by him - this is the most delicate part, and it is only a little factor that they gasp in awe as he tosses it expertly, with dextrous hands born from a curation of experience, with rice soaked in ginger puree, Shaoxing wine (a Chinese wine) and sliced Chinese sausage, handled by Emi earlier. Her chopping board was placed next to their workstation as she went through the mounds of preserved red meat with a deftness Kai approves of silently.

Bird's nest to pair? Or the frosted carrot cake he bought from the bakery? Honey spice cake? A chocolate cream? He wonders about dessert before the thigh meat has even browned and started smelling of the signature readiness, but when he notices, it's a inhalation of deep satisfaction that goes all the way down to the ribs and causes his chest to rise like dough. The warm flames of the stove erase all memories of anything but the fulfillment of a meal together, even after the stove has been switched off. They burn away the effects of all which previously triggered conflict, leaving their rowdy banter without any sting. The hearth of a previous inferno, embers now harnessed to a kinder task and the soothing of cold aches - who needs therapy when there is a hot plate of rice, chicken and clam soup with all the dinner places set and napkins at the ready? Good conversation flows over good food - this is one competition he cannot lose, one that no one can when there is no competitor; only friends, only the filling of a basic and imperatively essential need that joins them all together. Nutrition for those who lived on empty stomachs before they knew one another - or who lived off someone else, some-thing else. To rely on something that cannot betray them is a blessing, and he finds that he is smiling a small, private smirk.

He never used to smile.

Sometimes he needed proof, tactile proof that he loved them, was not coming up with a fantasy, and he remembered his old days, darker than he could shake, when his mouth hurt when he smiled. Those red tears streaked their fingernails gently down his cheeks like knives to a wrist, and he cried himself to sleep every night, when he scratched lines down his hands and into others' hearts, when he didn't want to love anyone around him, when he didn't care if he did the right thing anymore, when he lost his conscience.

When he couldn't close his hand into a fist, because the only thing he wanted to do was scratch and claw at the emptiness that he couldn't leave behind even with the jangling creak of coffee in his capillaries.

He never used to be able to do this.

He smiles at Morikawa's boasting (he was "responsible for the great meal", nevermind that he didn't lift a finger) unconsciously, a pattern of familiarity, and so what if he had practiced it into himself? Kai didn't use to be able to bring himself to do it.

With them, he sincerely believes that the world is kind, that the fire is faithful, that there is such an existence of hope.

They made him believe in love when he had forgotten how it felt. The sun is concurrently exhausted, depleted from the busy day; at night, they demanded nothing of him besides his own self to shine through, even as a reflection, and that made him love them, he is still so grateful that they understand him in a place no one ever could. the rigidity and demanding poise required to walk the line he has been racing - they knew it never stops, and he had desperately needed a reason to hold onto the people in front of him; he wanted to love them, but he needed reminders. He needed a map, needed them to lift him up when he was down, too, some proof that he wasn't not in this alone. That a hand could reach through his flames unhurt. He needed them to reciprocate and believe in him even when he let them down, people who were willing to forfeit their present for him later, someone to stay with him. And whether or not he asked, they were always going to be those people.

They, although so rough, calloused by their own traumas, loved him gently, like burn marks, like fresh wounds, like scars if that makes sense.

Kai doesn't want to hide anything bad or good from the 'them' he trusts his whole being to, he "won't hold anything back from you."

Let me love you, he wills to himself as water floods his moist throat.

Let me love you.

Some people Kai can never get back and he wants to make the most of all he has to give. 

Notes:

I hope u like the food and didn't get grossed out. It's much better than it sounds I promiss glossary - Bok choy, also known as pak choy or pok choi, is a type of Chinese cabbage, that has smooth, wide, flat leaf blades at one end with the other end forming a cluster similar to that of celery. May be eaten cooked or raw. Puree – Pureed ginger (also known as ginger paste) is made by blending or grinding fresh peeled ginger into a fine puree. Some water (or occasionally oil) is used to create a smooth consistency. Shaoxing wine (Shaohsing, Hsiaohsing, Shaoshing), also called "yellow wine", is a traditional Chinese wine made by fermenting glutinous rice, water and wheat-based yeast. Chinese sausage is a broad umbrella category encompassing many types of sausage, both air-cured and smoked, from all parts of China as well as Vietnam and Thailand. It can be made from fresh pork, pork fat, livers, and, sometimes, chicken, and tends to be as sweet as it is savory, with a rich, dense, emulsified texture.

[ladysunamireads]

Overlord's Ability Burns Away Even the Effect of Triggers

overlord's ability burns away even the effect of triggers by Balustrade

Hi, I heard that you guys were starving, so I'm here with food - *proffers a basket of cheese*. Anyways, this is a fluffy fic set post-legion, in the liminal space before Kai goes to France, and there is NO trauma whatsoever. Just people cooking suspiciously Chinese food (try the recipe! I promiss it's good) and eating dinner. For @khainovo on Tumblr

Words: 1525, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Cardfight!! Vanguard

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Tatsunagi Kourin, Sendou Aichi, Sendou Emi, Kai Toshiki, Miwa Taishi, Katsuragi Kamui, Tenchou Dairi | Sub Manager | Assisticat

Relationships: Kai Toshiki & Sendou Aichi, Kai Toshiki & Miwa Taishi, Kai Toshiki & Sendou Emi, Kai Toshiki & Katsuragi Kamui, Kai Toshiki & Katsuragi Kamui & Sendou Aichi & Tokura Misaki, Kai Toshiki & Kourin Tatsunagi

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Playing twister; cooking, eating dinner together your honour, Kamui cannot be trusted with seasoning, Kai is their teacher

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47049355