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I truly am pedantic but at the same time there is no joy greater than spending six hours in a murano glass shop and learning all about this art you had never heard of before because one of your beloved teachers is a collector of the stuff
#I donât spend this kind of money regularly#itâs a graduation gift#that is not the piece I bought for my beloved teacher#I wanted to but my mother was opposed to the nudity#this is my favorite one I saw though#venetian glass#murano glass
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When Colette made it down to the kitchen, she was pleased to see homework books open and being worked on. One less thing to stress about. Dinner though. She called in an order for takeout. Colette didnât cook. Actually, that was another thing Jordan left them to deal with on their own. As it turned out, he cooked more than she did. And even when he didnât cook, he often brought leftovers home from the hotel kitchen or brought the boys in after school for dinner.
So much for that. But Colette wasnât broke, and they would eat somehow.
âWe can go on the train,â Milo suggested after sheâd hung up the phone. âWe can ride it by ourselves. You donât even have to take us.â
âNo,â Colette said. âYou canât, actually. Not until youâre ten. And Iâm not sending you to live in a camper. But since you all love to go behind my back, why donât you tell your dad to get a real place to live? He doesnât even have electricityâdid he tell you that? Could you live without all your video games for even a weekend? Just finish some of that homework. I do not want another email from your teacher. Câs are not acceptable. And I hate your hair like that, itâs too long.â
âGod, Mom, chill,â Felix said. âMaybe if you werenât so crazy all the time, Dad wouldnâtâve left.â
She felt that one like a dagger in her gut.
Milo didnât chime in, but he didnât defend her honor, either.
Those boys would never know how close theyâd come to seeing their beloved game console spiked through the center with the sharp heel of her pump, shattered into pieces, then scooped up in a dustpan and thrown into the bay.
But she didnât do that, because she was a grown-up. She was the one who held everything together and cleaned up everyone elseâs messes.
To hell with both of them. To hell with everything and everyone.
She closed her eyes, balled her fists so tight that her fingernails made crescent-shaped indents in her palms. âIâm having a bath,â she said. âThat homework will be finished by the time Iâm done or God help me, I will throw your games into fucking bay! And if you donât think I can throw that far from here, I dare you to try me.â
There was tension in her shoulders that she needed someone to pound out. She could also use a good pounding, but she couldnât begin to imagine how to make that happen now. Jordan had been good at giving both, once upon a time. Shame he had to fail her in absolutely every other possible way.
She had her yearly checkup that morning.
Your blood pressure is high. Are you getting any exercise? Eating fresh fruits and veggies? Making time for self-care?
Please. Her childrenâs father fucked off to the wilderness on a journey of enlightenment or some bullshit and excuse me, fucking self-care? Can you just get the exam over with and get me out of this paper gown?
Colette didnât have any date to go on. She did match with a trauma surgeon on her dating app, and he did sound very successful. She had been hopeful that he could administer a good pounding, or at the very least, maybe he could help with her high blood pressure. But she didnât have a babysitter for the boys, because their father was a flake.
The boys were asleep and their homework books were stacked by the time her bath was finished. She wasnât going to check the homework. She knew there was no possible way Milo could complete his fifteen missing assignments in one night.
They had eaten the takeout she ordered, and she didnât order anything for herself. She would eat rice crackers from a paper bowl.
Self-care? She cleaned a whole man out of her house, and maybe that was her self-care.
What few things he left here she threw in the trashâa toothbrush, a small pile of dirty work clothes, a pair of muddy boots. As it turned out, she never let him keep much here in the first place.
But the couch smelled like him, like orange soap and wood chips and campfire smoke. So she trashed that, too. And she bought another one. She spent a whole paycheck on it, and she framed the whole room around it. This wasnât the kind of couch anyone would ever sleep on. The leather was cold and hard, the angles sharp, the color was an eye-searing fuchsia, and the design was exquisite. It was like a piece of art.
She bought a flamboyant vase for a very fake plant. She bought a thin bookcase for books she wouldnât read. The room felt beautiful and hollow.
â from âboxes and squares #4.1: first fall apartâ (4/5)
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YOU SAID THE MAGIC WORD (taxidermy <3333333) HI AGAIN
we (mainly aeron and arcturus) LOVE death n taxidermy!!!!! please tell us all about it please please please
OH MY GOD HELLO AGAIN!!! dudes taxidermy is my magic word too i swear.
these are the two full pieces i own! cracker jack raccoon and farmers market squirrel <333
both i bought from the taxidermy store (my absolute beloveds ugh, everything is ethical and they have such goofy pieces with their serious ones)
i also have like. so many bones. i have a few deer vertebrae, a lamb skull and a ram skull both found on mount olympus (holy s hit), a coyote skull, a turtle skull, a crocodile skull, a mink skull, so many assorted bones, a jar of rabbit eyes, a petrified chicken heart, a turkey foot, a pidgeon foot (curtesy of my zoology teacher), a deer antler, SO MANY TAXIDERMY BUG MOUNTS!!! my personal faves from those are an orchid mantis and a dung beetle, also a horseshoe crab shell. and just, so many other assorted things.
i have rambled hehehe but yes! taxidermy! my beloved!
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I caught a moment to catch up with DDAO :)
"You leave a piece of yourself behind every time a child cries." rip mc...my beloved...I need Yaga to get on introducing therapy to Jujutsu High ASAP đ
"Itâs reaching that time of year you feel the most lethargic, where people and time pass by you in a blur. In the spring youâll wake up fully, and itâll the cold will have faded like a bad dream." Off-topic but I'm so sad summer is ending! Also rip mc please google seasonal depression for me thanks babe
Rip mc makes me so so sad with her willingness to prioritize others but not herself. She got up instantly when she was worried that Shoko was cold but she wouldn't do the same for herself and it's so heartbreaking to see.
I hate to see rip mc isolate herself even further from the world. I think this year of my life in particular has taught me about how quickly time runs - and runs out, in particular. Entire weeks disappearing of her life...where she's alone...I'm deeply worried. So often throughout DDAO I want to reach into that universe and wrap my arm around rip mc.
This is a HUGE tangent lmao skip the next paragraph to ignore me talking to myself
Rip mc isn't even catholic (afaik) đ but she's so self flagellating. I think part of the reason rip mc makes me so sad is she reminds me a lot of high school. It's such a deeply (often specifically teenage) girl mindset to punish yourself for your desires. This is not that relevant to DDAO but there's something painfully resonant about the way rip mc is going about this. Tbf rip mc is (in her own opinion because stsg are morons and terrible at communicating) a homewrecker so it isn't THAT applicable BUT in general it just feels like looking into my own past to see rip mc take on the weight of a literal apocalypse, her world collapsing, and blame herself for it. I read something once which I wish I could find again about how Jesus could never be a woman because female suffering isn't subversive, it's expected. Suguru was there! Suguru was very much in control of his own actions in that moment! But rip mc is laying the price of destruction at the feet of her greed and it makes me so miserable :( I feel like so often women are socially conditioned to want less, to be less greedy. Bitter over this forever.
Back to DDAO
LMAO SHOKO she's so real I love her. I'm also very pragmatic so I feel like that's how I would react. I think Shoko is my self-insert in DDAO haha: takes care of rip mc and is the voice of reason.
We know so little about Mimiko and Nanako, it's nice to imagine a world where they get to grow up as normally as they can. With friends, teachers, a social life etc. God. Life gets better, don't read JJK lmaooo not a single person (worth caring about) in this damned series is happy.
Something I really like about DDAO is how it's like JJK, since it's canon-adjacent, but also how much I feel like I'm talking with my friends about her toxic situationships like I really am watching rip mc interact with stsg with the fond horror of two girls sitting across from each other in a restaurant booth recounting what happened last week in their lives.
Megumi is such a good kid.
I can't seem to remember rip mc liking sweets. Maybe it was just a random choice but since she just saw Gojo, I also can't help but wonder if she bought one because of him.
HE'S SUCH A GOOD KID.
I think I've talked about this before, but I feel so strange about aging. I don't mean this in the conventional spoon fed aging propaganda sense because I'm not afraid of wrinkles/etc. It's more that recently, I've become so aware of the concept of 'youth' - and the fact that I'm losing it. At some point last year, I turned eighteen, and this year, nineteen, then the year after that, I'll turn twenty - how did I get so far from four and six and eight? What happened? It's terribly beautiful and beautifully terrible because change is inevitable and yet so scary. I'm evolving with the world, or perhaps it's evolving with me, but I'm at a loss for how to react to that.
Rip mc's monologue about returning to a place she knew with the sudden awareness of her lack of being a child really hit home. Many things I've loved are memories now. I loved stars, too. I miss my mom and dad, too. And no matter how much I miss them (my parents are alive I just spent my first year away from them at college lol), I can't go back to the past! I can scream and cry and beg but I can never, ever go back.
Both rip mc and I are going to have to learn to be okay with that. Somehow. Wow. If I keep relating to rip mc I will consider seeking professional help. Thanks Morgan!
Megumi's such a good kid, it makes me endlessly sad and happy. Nothing like Fushiguro Toji made me laugh, though. I think that would've made Toji happy too.
I can't stand stsg. They're so evil đ. Stsg and rip mc really are such a dynamic because she's weak to their advances specifically. Like who else are they trying this on that it would work? Just her. Poor baby.
stsg being shocked by how easy it was to get rip mc to agree made me laugh.
One day I will see rip mc develop some sense of self worth. One day. I know it'll happen. DDAO chapter 289. I'll be there and I'll be celebrating with champagne.
The realization that the mission that traumatized rip mc so badly was just a grade 2 mission made me physically flinch. I'm really bouncing between jjk canon and 'girl he said WHAT' and it's so good. Whiplash between stsg being assholes per usual and fuck, I forgot that these are child soldiers who somehow made it to adulthood - with all the baggage of being child soldiers.
I should get used to rip mc pulling away from people who want to take care of her but I never do. JJK never goes into detail with how horribly traumatic the lives of sorcerers actually are. Gojo didn't blink in reaction to some of his oldest friends dying. It feels so good, even if it's so horribly sad, to get that experience with rip mc and see how this life of blood and curses has affected her.
Sorry I actually DO love that Gojo is feeding rip mc lmaooo. I got so excited to read that scene. He's terrible and it's so fun! Kiss tax hahaha. Love him. I actually think Gojo wouldn't like my personality irl because he's a terrible bully but I would play along too well and he wouldn't get the reactions he wanted. I think Iâd actually get along better with literally anyone else haha
This one made me really introspective and moody. It might be the end of a season affecting me. Either way, it was incredible per usual. Hope you're enjoying Japan and having lots of fun!
dog days are over | chapter five

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru warnings/tags (for this chapter): mentions of virginity loss, threesomes, depression (the holy trinity lmfao), birth control, full on dissociative panic attack but not in detail, obligatory stsg warning. also cheating mention (but not really gojo is just jealous and geto likes the attention. they gaslight each other for fun btw) word count: ~9.2k
fic masterlist read on ao3

The nightmares start after Nagoya.
You wake up bleary eyed and distinctly worn out, with a heaviness in your chest that you carry with you. It only gets heavier.
The auxiliary manager you worked with promised to share any more relevant information with you about the case. You should have left it at that.
It becomes harder to stay uninvolved in your assignments, you're beginning to find, especially when innocent lives are taken.
You leave a piece of yourself behind every time a child cries.
You sit up from your bed and glance at the clock above the doorway. 11:54 AM. Light streams in from your windows, and you close your eyes in the temporary warmth before it fades, leaving your room cold. Outside, the trees are barren and the overcast is gray in preparation for the upcoming winter. Itâs reaching that time of year you feel the most lethargic, where people and time pass by you in a blur. In the spring youâll wake up fully, and itâll the cold will have faded like a bad dream.Â
It's almost Satoru's birthday.
Itâs cold. You feel goosebumps form on your arms. It occurs to you that you may have forgotten to turn on the heat in your apartment. Central heat. A rare luxury in these types of apartments. But you donât want to leave the warmth of your bed, so you lie back down and curl into your bed.
Just as youâre about to succumb back to temporary emptiness, the door to your bedroom is thrown open. You wince as the door slams into the wall, raising your head.
âSomething happened,â Shoko says plainly, crossing her arms. âI hope you havenât been hiding from me on purpose.âÂ
You donât recall giving Shoko a key. But you must have, if sheâs inside of your apartment. Guilt churns in your stomach. Youâve been avoiding not just her, but Satoru and Suguru. Youâre unsure of how to act around them anymore. You donât know how much you can tell her. How much you should.
Then she lightly frowns. âWhy is it so cold in here?â
You sit up, worried the cold might be bothering her. âLet me turn on the heat.â
Before you can stand, she waves you off, taking off her coat and lazily throwing it on a nearby chair. âForget that,â she sighs, walking over to your bed and motioning you over. âMove over.â
You wordlessly comply, scooting to the far end of the bed as she settles next to you, lifting the covers over her body.Â
The two of you look at each other, at the opposite ends of your pillow, sharing your comforter. At the warmth of her body, you almost close your eyes. You think if you fell asleep now, no nightmares would come to you.
âShoko,â you say quietly. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to ignore you.â
But you had. Days passed in a blur. You didnât give much thought to it, devoting all your efforts to routine. Luckily, there were no assignments after Nagoya. This bitter winter is a slow season for curses. You went from your apartment to Tokyo University and back, buried yourself in your studies, and blocked out the world. You hadnât meant to. You kept on telling yourself youâd reply to that text, that youâd show your face again, that youâd pretend everything was alright even though it wasnât. Now youâve caused Shoko undue worry.
She simply looks at you. âSomething happened at the party, didnât it?â
You think of Satoru. Then Suguru. Itâs the most youâve thought about them in weeks. You donât want to think about them because the longer you do, the more your thoughts stray in ways it shouldnât.
You pull your covers up to your chin, troubled, and your silence speaking volumes. She softens.Â
âNever mind. Iâm not here to force you to talk,â she pauses. âBut if something happened. Something you didnât want , then I want you to tell me.â She exhales. âEven if itâs Satoru and Suguru. Especially if itâs those two.â
It wasnâtâŚThey didnâtâŚTheyâŚ
Youâre conflicted. âThey wouldnâtâŚâ you trail off weakly.
She looks at you blankly.
âItâŚâ
You bury your face into your comforter. You donât have the words to explain. Itâs okay, you want to tell her. Youâre more worried about Satoru and Suguruâs relationship than anything else. Theyâre arguing about something, you want to tell her, and engaging in acts with you you know theyâll regret. Youâve never cared much for what they do with you. Youâd do anything, give them everything if they asked. If she asked. You lower the blanket.
She eyes you, suspicion lining her face. âDid theyââ
âNo,â you blurt out before she can finish. âYes. Maybe.â You hesitate. âIt wasnâtâŚâ
Bad.
It feels like an admission of guilt. It felt so good it was horrible. You shouldnât have enjoyed it. You shouldnât have succumbed to the pleasure, not when the future of Satoru and Suguruâs relationship hung in the balance. Itâs your fault, you think once again. The world is collapsing on top of you, and you canât help but think itâs punishment for your existence. For taking more than you should have.
âAre you on birth control?â
You stare at her. âWhat?â
âBirth control,â she repeats, deathly serious. She rises from the bed. âI should get you started nowââ
You reach for her delicate wrist, stopping her. âItâs not like that!â Your face warms with embarrassment. âI promise, itâs not like that.â
It's not that serious, you're sure. Even the thought gives you pause, makes you apprehensively embarrassed. It's not...like that.Â
Luckily, itâs something you donât have to worry or think about.Â
â...If you say so.â She says, not believing you in the slightest. She retakes her position on the bed. âSo,â she says after a pause. âShirokami visited the infirmary.â
Right. You forgot Hideo had gone and introduced himself to Shoko.
Your stomach flutters, nervous. âDid you like him?â
âI did,â she replies. âHeâsâŚâ a thoughtful pause. âNice. A country boy.â A wry smile. âNothing like those two. At all. Itâs refreshing, actually.â
Relief. You suppose he did grow up in the countryside, so itâs not too far off from the mark. As for being like Satoru or SuguruâŚ
You resolve not to be hurt. The two of them are under no obligation to meet anyone. You wonât be hurt.Â
âHe made it seem like the two of you are close friends.â
Youâre sure heâs just being polite. Hideo is nice like that. Nonetheless, it makes you a bit happy to hear you made an impression on him. That he thinks of you fondly. He considers you a friend. Maybe thereâs hope for you after all.
The comforter is warm with the shared heat of your bodies. Sleep calls out to you.
âHeâŚscares me a little,â you say quietly. Hideo reminds you of a part of your life you donât like to revisit. He makes you feel like a child again, afraid to be alone. âThereâs a lot I donât like to rememberâŚaboutâŚback then. But Iâm glad I met him again.â
âI see,â she says, smiling. âThen me too. Iâm glad the two of you found each other again.â
You blink drowsily, smiling back at her. Shokoâs face is the last thing you see before heaviness drags your eyelids to darkness.
â
When you wake up, you are pleasantly revitalized and a little more alert. Shoko is gone, but thereâs takeout on your kitchen counter. You take a bite of the Vietnamese noodles and realize that your taste buds have somewhat returned. You eat the entire meal, full for the first time in what seems like months.
You reply to a text from Hideo about the crowd at Shibuya crossing, smiling at the litany of exclamation points accompanying by his texts. You realize Megumi texted you earlier, about when youâd be coming by again and another pang of guilt hits you. Youâve been neglecting the kids too, lately. You wouldn't survive Mimiko and Nanako's wide eyes, gazing up at you, pleading at you to stay with them.
Itâs six now, and the sky is pitch black. You know for a fact that Suguru and Satoru wonât be at the apartment until later. Yaga-sensei had mentioned Gakuganji visiting Tokyo accompanied by several other clan members for some annual conference. You didnât pay attention to the details.
YouâŚcould visit. Suguru would have already fed the kids by now. Maybe you could take Megumi and the girls out for dessert. Or order something to the apartment. You feel lighter at the thought. Spending time with the kids always made you feel better. Itâs something you can do, as small as it is. Small things.
Small steps.
You change and youâre out the door shortly. It doesnât take you long to reach the apartment, greet the doorman, and take the elevator up. You knock. A few minutes later, the door swings opens, revealing Megumi.
âHi,â you say brightly. âHave you been well?â
âFine.â He lets you in. âDonât you have a key?â
You laugh, still a bit breathless from the cold as you hang your coat up. âIt doesnât feel right to use it. Iâm still a guest after all.â
Megumi doesnât respond to that as the two of you enter the living room. Itâs unusually quiet. âWhere are the girls?â
âMimiko and Nanako are with their friends. Tsumiki stayed after school for club.â
Just a couple of years ago, the thought of Mimiko and Nanako willingly spending time out of the apartment would have been a surprise. The two of them had been so recalcitrant about attending school. Suguru wanted to keep them homeschooled while Satoru thought putting them in school would be the best way to ease them out of their shell. It had taken time and patience, with several bad days, but eventually the two warmed up to their teachers and fellow classmates, Nanako especially. And where Nanako went, Mimiko always followed.
Mimiko had flowered into a sociable butterfly following her reintegration into society. It makes you happy to know that the two are alright now, so readily available to spend time with their friends.
âJust me and you, huh.â Megumi wouldnât leave you though. Not yet. âHave you eaten?â
âYeah,â he states. âEarlier. I was just finishing my homework.â
You glance at the kitchen counter, finding Megumiâs homework spread around. âYou donât usually do your homework outside your room.â
âItâs quiet with everyone gone,â he says bluntly.Â
You smile, taking a seat as Megumi slides in next to you. He resumes his homework, and you let him carry on, helping him when he asks, simply content to watch. A few pauses during this science homework which you help him through easily. He glides through his English homework, and you feel unnaturally proud of him as you proofread his work.
It doesnât take him long to finish. Soon, heâs gathering his homework up and packing it into his backpack.
âI was thinking,â you start. You hear the door open in the distance. It must be the girls. Perfect timing. âThat we could all go out forââ
You turn, every hair on your body rising in panic.
âSatoâsâguru,â you blurt out, frozen. âWhat are you guys doing back so early?â Your question comes out more accusative than you intended. Of course they could come back as early as they wanted. It was their home after all. You were the interloper.Â
Itâs just..
You thought that youâd have a little longer!
The two of them look at you. You shift uncomfortably, gaze bouncing from them to the floor to the wall behind to anything else. Youâre a little more aware of the heat of their gazes on you, pinning you to the spot. Your collar feels warm, nerves jumping beneath your skin.
âThe meeting ended early,â Suguru says amicably, smiling at you in a way that would be reassuring at any other given moment. âSatoru didnât want to stick around.â
Satoru is oddly quiet, gazing at you. Even with his sunglasses on, you feel the weight of it, that prickle that tells you heâs focusing his attention on you. Your bottom lip twinges. You are determined not to meet his gaze. Or hold Suguruâs for too long.
Satoru cocks his head to the side. âYou staying over?â
You think itâs Satoruâs way of telling you to leave. That youâve outstayed your welcome. Suguru is too nice to say it outright.
âNo,â you say, voice thin, throat growing thick. âIâm leaving now.â
âCan we talk?â Suguru asks quietly after murmuring your name. He gazes at you.
Thatâs the last thing you want. To be alone with the two of them. You donât want to hear what they have to say. You want to imagine things to be okay, just for a little longer. Until you canât.
âIâm sorry!â You say suddenly, antsy, hit by a sudden need to justify your presence at their home. You hope Megumi forgives you for the lie youâre about to tell. You glance down at him. âI just came over because Megumi needed school supplies!â
Thereâs a long silence.
A shadow of a twitch of an eyebrow falls over Satoru's face. "Since when does Megumi need school supplies?â
Suguru watches you carefully.Â
Your face burns in silent shame. You stare at the floor, feeling horrible.Â
âSince today,â Megumi returns testily. âWeâll be going now.â
Satoru looks mortally offended.
Megumi takes your hand and walks you out while you can't bring yourself to lift your head.
Outside, you bury your face into your knees. âSorry,â you mumble. âJust give me a fewâŚâ
You squeeze your eyes shut and take a shuddering breath while your heart races in your ears.
âAre Satoru and Suguru okay?â You suddenly ask Megumi, who stays silent next to you. âAny issues?â
âTheyâre the same as ever,â Megumi says tonelessly, but his face is softer in its worry.
You smile. âIâm fine,â you tell him reassuringly.
He's right. If anything, at least the two of them donât seem to be fighting. Not like they were during the wedding. But you still donât think you can go back in there, and now youâve forced Megumi out of the apartment.
You feel a mixture of guilt and horrible, horrible dread slowly spreading through you.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper. âI shouldnât have come. You probably donât want to be out this lateââ
âI donât mind,â Megumi says. âI was going to take a walk anyway.â
That brings a small smile to your face. âItâs a bit late to take a walk, donât you think?â
He shrugs. You feel a bit better at the fact that heâs not bothered at your impromptu outing. Rising, you take his hand once more. âThen letâs walk.â
You and Megumi walk around the neighborhood. The streets are dark, illuminated by streetlights in the mostly residential area. Other than the occasional dog walking passerby, the two of you walk in comfortable silence. Until the two of you find yourself all the way in Shibuya with its bright lights and noise. Itâs easy to get lost in the lights of Tokyoâs busy nightlife. Throngs of people pass you by as you meander, following the crowd, with no particular destination in mind.
The two of you stop by a 7-11 tucked a bit further away from the bustle. You buy yourself a strawberry daifuku and ask Megumi if he wants anything. He isnât hungry, so you buy him green tea.
More aimless walking takes you to SakuragaokachĹ, away from the crowd. Streetlights and dark buildings greet you, but something about the area looks familiar. Nudges at muscle memory, the nerves in your foot. If Megumi notices your pace pick up, he doesnât say anything.
You make your way down the street and slowly approach.
Itâs a small, odd shaped building. With a curved dome of a roof that makes it look like a half moon.
You stare. âI think I used to come here.â
You remember the pitch blackness of a room, the steady hum of the ac that had filled the room, and the slow blinking of the stars coming alight on the ceiling. You remember this building.Â
The memory feels distorted. Incomplete. You feel like a clumsy child putting together a 500 piece puzzle, slotting pieces that donât fit together. Your head hurts.Â
Thereâs a sign taped to the window next to the entrance. You momentarily squint.
Closing for good. All bookings are final.Â
ClosingâŚfor goodâŚ
Megumi calls your name.
âSorry,â you blink it all away. âItâs nothing.â
â...Do you want to go in?â
âNo, itâs fine. Itâs justâŚâ
âItâs still open.â
âThatâs okay.â You donât want to force Megumi along with your whims even more than you already have tonight.
âI want to go in,â Megumi points inside. âWe can buy tickets right now. Itâs the last showâ
He looks serious enough that you consider it, glancing at the building. If it were any other child but Megumi you might have worried that it would be boring. âAlright,â you say slowly, less troubled. âIf you really donât mindâŚâ
He tugs you forward. The two of you enter the carpeted lobby and approach the usher who hands you two tickets without much fanfare and tells you that this is the last showing of the night. To your great relief, nothing looks familiar. Itâs all different. It might not even be the planetarium you had regularly been taken to as a child. Â
The two of you enter the dark room faintly lit by dim stars dotting the curved ceiling. There are three couples scattered across the room. You let Megumi pick your seats in the corner and slide in next to him on the reclining seats.
The seating is different. It used to be standard seating in rows. You think. You arenât sure. Maybe you just arenât remembering it right. You must not be remembering anything right, right now. Youâre buffeted by a perturbed feeling that grows stronger with every passing second.
The room is enveloped in darkness. A recorded womanâs voice begins to play. One by one the zodiacs appear above you while the voice drones on about creation myths and history. Amanominakanushi, Takamimusubi, Kamimusubi.
Different constellations are projected onto the ceiling, constantly in motion, forming new shapes, fading in and out.
You used to come here. You were a child then. You arenât a child anymore. Nothing is the same. You arenât that naive child that had proclaimed this planetarium your favorite place in the world. You hadnât cared about the planetarium as much as you loved being pressed against your warm father, and his steady hand on your head. Your motherâs hushed whispers pointing out more stars.
You suddenly canât breathe. You are keenly aware of Megumi right next to you, the humming of the air condition in the background, the narrator on the speakers, and every single breath trapped in your chest. Your head spins.
You close your eyes, slowly fisting your knuckles until theyâre tight, feeling your legs and arms go numb. Itâll pass. Itâll pass. Donât bother Megumi. Itâll pass. Itâll pass.
ââaâamâ
âSheâs occupied.â
Megumiâs curt voice.
When you open your eyes, the lights are on and you are on the floor, clutching your knees to your chest. You blink, readjusting to the light.
The attendant looks unsure. She looks barely out of high school. âThe showâs over and we have to clean up soâŚâ
âRight,â you say unsteadily, embarrassment slowly creeping in. You stand. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
âItâs alrightâŚâ She looks more relieved than bothered. âThe exitâs to the right.â
You quickly gather Megumi and make a dash for the outside.
âSorry,â you tell him breathlessly, once the two of you have made it far away enough that the embarrassment isnât as painful. You squeeze your eyes shut, press your hands into your eyes, and take a big gulp of air. âMegumi,â you mumble. âIâm really embarrassed right now.â
âItâs okay,â he says quietly.
Thereâs a horrible, sinking feeling in your stomach. You kneel down, meeting him at eye level, and manage your best smile. âHey,â you say, cupping his face with your palm to even your gazes. You meet the dark purple of his eyes, the sincerity in their depths, and think that Megumi has all Fushiguro Tojiâs roughness and grit, but none of his meanness. He couldnât be more different than his father. Your Megumi is a good boy. âIâm alright. Thank you for spending the night with me.â
His gaze lowers. âYeah.â
You stand back up, brushing your pants off. âI should take you back to Satoru and Suguru nowâŚâ You take out your phone to call a cab, but Megumi speaks up.
âCan I stay with you tonight?â
Your first thought, guiltily, is relief. You canât send Megumi to the apartment himself so you resigned yourself to having to face Suguru and Satoru once more. You have a late morning tomorrow. Itâs Saturday so Megumi doesnât have school either. Itâs the perfect opportunity.Â
You smile. âOf course you can.â
ââ
You text Satoru and Suguru that the two of you have arrived home, shut your phone off, and find Megumi already tucked underneath the covers of your bed. Thankfully Megumi had left some of his clothes the last time he had visited. You watch him for another minute, the steady rise and fall of his body, and the smallness of him. For once, he looks his age. Just another sleeping child.
A couple of years and heâd be as tall as you. You doubt the two of you would be able to comfortably share a bed as the two of you do now. You observe him, adjusting his sheets, smoothing out his hair, until you join him in slumber.
ââ
You wake up with a start, a scream building in your throat.Â
Megumi isnât in bed. Itâs still dark out. Fear grips your heart as you look around your room. Maybe your shuffling had woken him up and he had gone into your guest room to sleep. The thought makes you feel marginally better. But you also feel bad. You shouldâve delivered him back to the apartment, swallowing down your discomfort in exchange for Megumiâs sleep.
âI got you water.â
You startle. Itâs Megumi standing in the darkness of your doorway. You blink, adjusting to how the shadows meld into him, almost swallowing him whole.
Your throat happens to be parched. âThank you,â you rasp out as Megumi presses the glass into your hand and climbs back into the bed. You drain the glass. âDid I wake you?â
Megumiâs silence tells you everything.
You sigh. âIâm sorry. Itâs not usually thisâŚâ Bad. You figure itâs all the stress of your life. And then with NagoyaâŚ
Megumi looks at you. âYou wereâŚâ he trails off, pulling the covers up higher, up to his neck. âNevermind. Itâs nothing.â
You hope you havenât been talking in your sleep.
Megumi falls asleep easily enough again, while you thread your fingers through his hair.
When sleep claims you once more, you hope for the forgiving light of the morning to come quickly.

Youâre about to head home from the campus of jujustu tech when you catch a glimpse of blonde hair in your peripheral, turning the corner to the courtyard.
âNanami!â You call out, and the figure stops.
Your kouhai turns to you as you approach, a respectful downtilt of his head. âSenpai.âÂ
Itâs been a while since youâve seen him. He looks as good as you can normally attribute to him. Straight laced and responsible. Nanamiâs always had a maturity to him that youâve always thought highly of. Itâs been years since the two of you were in high school, but sometimes you can still see the slight sullen downturn of his lips when Satoru does something particularly annoying. Some things donât change.
âHow have you been?â Judging from the overnight duffel in his grip, he must have just gotten back from an assignment of his own.
âThe same as always,â he responds. âThank you for asking.â A sensible answer youâd expect from him. He pauses, looking you over, the tinted eyepiece over his eyes offering you nothing. His gaze doesnât pity you. He doesnât offer you condolences. Itâs an understanding that makes every single troubling thought resurface.
Oh, you think.
âI heard,â he says quietly. About Nagoya.
Your smile turns tight. You force it wider. âItâs over now.â You donât know what else to say.
âThe childrenâŚâ
Itâs a rare moment when Nanami is at a loss for words. You hadnât expected Nanami of all people to bring this up in conversation. Youâre not as upset as you could be about it. Talking to Nanami is and always has beenâŚsurprisingly easy.
âAn aunt volunteered to raise them.â You think of the shell shocked son and the blank eyed older daughter. Your mouth turns sour. You stare at your shoes. Hopefully, theyâll get settled in soon. You will yourself to say the words but nothing comes out.Â
Nanami understands. âAh. I see.â
The two of you stay silent.
âNanami!â A voice exclaims loudly.
Satoru.
You donât have time to react before Satoru is there, in front of you, loudly slapping Nanami on the back. You wince, both at the noise and Satoruâs sudden unwanted arrival. âIf I didnât know better Iâd say you were ignoringââ
Wordlessly, Nanami inclines his head to you once more, before turning on his heels and walking in the opposite direction of where he had been headed previously.
âHe hasnât changed one bit!â Satoru sighs. âJust when I thought the shared bonds of adulthood brought us closerâŚâ
â...â
You wonder if you can slowly inch away.
He turns to you, as if sensing your intentions. You brace yourself for impact.
Satoru cocks his head to the side, studying you in silence, gaze shielded. You swallow, pulse starting up as you stare back at him.
âSeven tonight,â he finally says, to your great confusion. âWear thatâŚâ he twirls a finger, âdress.â
A slow smile pulls at his lips. His fingers smooth out the collar of your dress shirt, and you swallow nervously when his fingers brush the heat of your neck. âSuguru barely got to see it, you know?â
Oh.
You hadnât even thought about it since you shoved it back into your closet, hadnât touched it. It felt wrong to throw it out. Shoko picked it out specially for you. Despite it all, you wanted to hang on to it.
He takes a step forward. You take a step back into the wall. He leans into you.
âDonât be late!â
â
You hadnât planned on wearing the dress. Then you looked up the restaurant on Google and nearly dropped your phone at the price range.Â
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After taking your jacket, the hostess brings you to one of the private rooms in the back before leaving with a bow. You hover at the shoji, feeling anxiety grip you tightly, knowing that Satoru and Suguru are already inside. You wonder if you have to. You could lie, make up some excuse about an emergency as (un)well as it would be received.
The door abruptly slides open before you can decide.
âThere you are,â Satoru simply says.
You arenât given time to do anything else but take off your shoes as Satoru takes you by the wrist with an ironclad grip and leads you to the opposite of the table where Suguru is already seated.
He smiles at you as you slowly lower yourself onto the tatami matting floor. Even now, you still find comfort in Suguruâs smiles. It feels wrong.
âHave you eaten?â He asks as Satoru settles down next to him. âThe wagyu here is famous.â
âIâm fine,â you say tightly. Hunger is the last thing on your mind as Satoru and Suguru watch you. Suguru with a carefully crafted smile, and Satoru with an unreadable expression. Youâre so nervous you might pass out.
You stare down at your lap.
You are saved from the silence when a waitress knocks and enters the room with a tablet in her hands. Satoru begins listing off an obscene amount of food with Suguru occasionally chiming in with one thing or another. Wagyu, house smoked salmon, lobster, a colorful variety of more seafood, and more. They must be hungry.
Satoru goes quiet. You realize the waitress is waiting for your order. You raise your gaze with a small, polite smile. Had there even been a menu? âIâm not hungrââ
âDouble everything,â Satoru says.
You stare at him.
âAdd hot chrysanthemum tea to that,â Suguru adds.
âAnd that,â Satoru completes. âPut it all on my card, would you?â
Youâre taken aback. You look to the waitress, hoping she hasnât put in the order yet. âA-Actuallyââ
âThatâll be all,â Suguru says smoothly. âThank you.â
The waitress bows and slips out of the room before you have a chance to say anything else. You donât have time to comprehend her disappearance and youâre left staring at the empty space she had previously occupied, mouth slightly agape. You turn back to them.
âI ate befââ
âThen you can eat a little more,â Suguru replies easily. A winning smile playing on his lips. âRight?â
You canât meet Suguruâs gaze, but you feel it travel over you. â...â
When you chance a glimpse up, Satoruâs face is cradled in his palm. His gaze is centered a little lower than your face. You briefly wonder what heâs looking at when your hand automatically comes up to slap the memory of his teeth on your collarbone. The bruise is gone, but with Satoru looking at you like that you canât be too sure.
The two of them share an infinitely amused glance.
Satoru opens his mouth. You beat him to it.
âIâm sorry!â You blurt out. You feel like it needs to be said before anything else. You clear your throat. âIâm sorry.â
Satoru raises an eyebrow. âAlready?â
âWhat are you apologizing for?â Suguru asks.
Your fists curl, anxious to be speaking everything to existence. You struggled between acknowledgement and the relief of denial. You didnât want it to be true, but it still happened, hadnât it? âEverything,â you say plainly. âI didnâtâŚI donât want to come between the two of youâŚI think that the two of you should talk things out more instead ofâŚâ
You think of Suguruâs face between your thighs. Satoruâs lips on yours. Your face feels embarrassingly warm. You want to crawl into the nearest closet, shut the door, and burrow into the floor.
Thereâs a knock on your door. Your waitress places your drinks down and leaves once more. Glad to have something to occupy your hands, your hands circle around the tea mug. Itâs hot enough to burn, but the prickling of pain in your hands oddly enough, grounds you.
âItâs okay to be mad,â you say quietly. You shouldâve stopped things before they escalated. Instead you let yourself be caught up in everything. âIf the two of you want to be mad at each other then Iâd rather you be mad at mââ
âJust a second!â Satoru raises his hand.
âY-yes?â
He proceeds. âWeâre not mad at you.â
Satoru meets your wide gaze evenly. Disbelief. You look to Suguru. You need confirmation.Â
âI was never mad,â he says, regarding you with concern. âMore worried.â A wry smile. âYou started avoiding us so suddenlyâŚâ
The revelation stuns you. They arenâtâŚmad? They donât hate you? The two of them know everything. More disbelief. Relief wars with confusion. You donât know what to think. You thought the worst, and maybe that was all your fault. Youâve always gotten too caught up in your head. Itâs easy to spiral when youâre left alone with your thoughts. You donât like being alone, the loneliness, but itâs your most familiar friend.Â
âI thought the two of you hated me,â you admit, fingers clinging to the warmth of the tea in your hands in lieu of fidgeting. âI thought the two of you would never want to see me againâŚâ It doesnât feel real. They arenât mad. They arenât mad at you. You could cry from the relief.
You eye them warily. âAre you still fighting?â
Itâs Suguru who answers you, expression soft. âYou could say weâve come to a compromise.â
You straighten, feeling lighter than you have in what seems to be ages. Theyâve called you here to forget about everything. Everything is alright. Everything is going to go back to how it was. Well, not exactly. Satoru and Suguru may get married in the near or far future, and you'll naturally, slowly, take your leave from their everyday lives. But youâll still be friends. Suguru will still look at you fondly. Satoru will still afford you the same considerations that everybody else thinks he lacks.
âIâm glad,â you say earnestly with a wide smile. âThen Iâll forget about everything. Iâll pretend nothing happened.â
Everything is going to stay the same. You take immense comfort in that fact. Your nerves settle. You take a long sip of your tea.
The two of them share another look.
Suguru reaches out, his fingers brushing one of your hands that you laid palm down on the table sometime after Suguru told you he was never mad at you. His thumb sweeps over your wrist and you startle, pulse spiking. âDid it feel good?â
You blink. You donât need to guess to know what heâs referring to. You glance from Suguru to Satoru and then back again, wordlessly opening and closing your mouth. You canât escape from the question, or their combined scrutiny.
You press your legs together. âItâŚdidâŚâ Thereâs no need for you to have felt as if you shouldnât have enjoyed it, but you still feel a pang of guilt. Satoru and Suguru arenât mad at each other, or at you. They still love each other. Everything is going to be alright. Everything is going to stay the same.
âThatâs good,â Suguru says warmly. âI wanted to make you feel good.â
âOh,â you reply, breathless and unsure. âThank you.â
Satoru exhales with a laugh that shakes his shoulders. Itâs not derisive like you expected. Itâs fond and amused. âHow about all three of us feel good?â
You blink.
The implications arenât lost on you. You open your mouth and then close it. Maybe Satoru and Suguruâs odd actions towards you had nothing to do with their argument in the first place. Maybe you were overthinking it all from the start. Itâs just sex.
If you could help them feel good, then you donât mind. âOkay.â
The two of them stare at you.
You wonder why they look so...surprised. Itâs not as if youâve never seen an occasional third breach their bedroom. A man or woman you've never recognized. Itâs just sex. Itâs normal. You think that maybe, like you, they want the comfort of something familiar. And if anything, you are familiar. Butâ
Youâve never had sex before.
You hesitate, feeling oddly self conscious about it as your gaze drops back to your lap. Youâve entertained some thoughts about it all, but you always figured the ugly scar on your abdomen would be discomfiting to most. And explaining itâŚ
âIâve never been with anyone before. I hope thatâs alright.â You fidget. âIâll try myâŚâ you reluctantly meet their gazes, âbest.â
Thereâs a brief silence.
âThat was easy,â Satoru remarks, squinting at you as if youâve been replaced by an identical lookalike. He glances at Suguru. âWe shouldâve just done this earlier.â His gaze joins yours once more. âThat easy?â
EarlierâŚ
You stare at them, almost dumbfounded.
The two of them shouldâve just asked earlier, to save you the emotional turmoil if anything!Â
It was only ever sex. It only is sex.
You hesitate. You donât mind. You really donât. It doesn't need to mean anything, especially with you. You prefer to look at it in simpler terms. Sex can be pleasurable, and with you, thatâs all it would ever likely be. You doubt there are any other intentions involved.
Then you say, quietly, meaningfully, âI likeâŚspending time with the two of youâŚâ
A bark of laughter leaves Satoruâs mouth. âWell, weâre not exactly going to be watching movies ââ
âYou donât need to,â Suguru suddenly says. âIf you donât want to, then you donât need to.â He gives you a soft smile despite the sharp jab of his elbow into Satoruâs abdomen. Satoru hisses. Suguru doesnât miss a beat. âDonât let this guy pressure you.â Thereâs a pause. âEverything would stay the same.â
Maybe a part of you had been waiting for those words. Everything would stay the same. Suguru always knows what to say, you think, because his words feel like a confirmation.
âAre you two alright with me?â You ask. âIâm sure there are plenty of other peopleâŚâ who know what to do.
You are gripped with sudden anxiety and your stomach twists into knots. You donât know what to do. You wouldnât know how to make them feel good. Youâll be terrible and theyâll wish they never asked you in the first place. You swallow the knot in your throat. âIâm sure Sasaki-san would loveââ
âNo,â Suguruâs fingers momentarily tighten over your wrist. âOnly you,â he says at the same time Satoru says, âWho the hell is Sasaki?â
You blink. â5â4, brown hair cut into a bob, hazel eyes. She was wearing a silver colored kimonoâŚâ You pause thoughtfully, recalling the shapes and patterns. âThere was an embroidered crane on it.â Running down the side of her left leg. âShe smelled like apple blossoms and had soft handsâŚâ She smelled good. You remember that, along with the heat of her fingers when they brushed your own. You stare down at the hand that had touched her, momentarily lost in thought.
Satoru stares at you blankly while Suguru looks vaguely resigned.
You try again. âThe matchmaking ceremony you ditchedâŚ?â
Satoru is characteristically unrepentant. âWhich one?â
â...â
Suguru looks like heâs trying to stifle laughter.
All those poor girlsâŚ
âMasaru Sasaki,â Suguru murmurs. Satoru makes an annoyed face.
â That girl. She was practically hanging off your armââ Satoru bites the rest of his sentence off, blue eyes narrowing at Suguru. âYou cheatinâ on me?â
Your palms immediately turn sweaty. It could be a joke. It could also not be. Sometimes, with Satoru (and even Suguru at times) itâs hard to tell.
âJealousy doesnât suit you,â Suguru replies blithely. âMaybe youâve been neglecting me.â
You busy yourself with your lukewarm cup of tea, unsure of what to do. A secondâs glance upwards and youâre met with an amused glint in Suguruâs eyes and a lazy grin curling at his lips.
If Suguru was lonely maybe that was why he sought you out in the first place. The more you think about it, the more it makes sense. Youâre not one to comment on things that arenât your business in the first place, but it seems more and more likely. You knew their boundaries. They knew youâd never push for anything they donât want. If Satoru doesnât like Sasaki-san, maybe they compromised on you.
You think back to Suguruâs words. Theyâve settled on a compromise. Thatâs what you are, a compromise. The thought consoles you. In the end, itâs nothing serious. Nothing you should have given more than a secondâs consideration. Itâs as insignificant as a loose lipped comment. The two of them will have stopped fighting now. Youâre glad for it.
Satoru snorts. âNeglecting you right into her open arms,â a derisive twist of his lips, âor should I say leââÂ
âShe seems very nice!â You exclaim, sweating. âItâs not very nice of you to say things like that, Satoru.â You chide lightly, before you smile brightly at Suguru. âSheâs very pretty.â You hope you come off encouragingly so that you can convey to Suguru that you are on his side. âShe seems wonderful.âÂ
Suguru blankly smiles back.
Luckily youâre saved from having to salvage the conversation when thereâs a knock at the door. Your waitress returns with a cart of food, quickly laying down platter after platter. It doesnât stop until almost every open space on the long wooden table has been filled with seafood. You stare at it. The abundance of it all. Maybe Satoru shouldnât have doubled everythingâŚ
Your tea is refilled as Suguru murmurs his thanks. When the waitress takes her leave youâre still staring at all the food, unsure of where to even start when Suguru sets a stacked plate down in front of you.
You stare at the colorful array of sashimi and uni and the perfectly cooked wagyu. Your stomach already hurts at the coming richness of the meal, but now that the load of potentially ending Satoru and Suguruâs relationship has been lifted off of your shoulders youâre a bit hungrier than you were when you arrived.
Satoru keeps on loading your plate with more and more food. You pick up your chopsticks, intent on slowly shaving down the precariously tilting seafood tower on your plate when he conversationally asks, âSo how was Nagoya?â as he places a large piece of uni on your plate.
You think of a sobbing, blood stained child clutching his motherâs severed hand in his arms. Then you think of Megumi.
Your appetite dies, stomach curling inwards.
They donât know, you think as you look at the both of them seated across from you, waiting for your response. It was classified as a grade 2 mission after all. Two worlds shattered, and it hadnât even merited a full time auxiliary manager. Itâs considered beneath them now, eliciting the same mundane response as Suguru asking Satoru to check the weekâs weather so that he can put umbrellas in the kidsâ backpacks. The other week Suguru captured a curse that could have easily leveled Tokyo with a crushing tsunami. Satoru had been away in Malaysia.
It was just another child alone in the world, another corpse, another casualty.
You stare at your cup of tea. You hear Nanamiâs gentle, quiet murmur in your ears. I heard.
You wonder if this is something you should even bother them with. There are always more important things to worry about than one of your bad days. In the grand scheme of things, it doesnât matter. Not really. You donât matter. You never have.
âIt was fine,â you hear yourself say. It was horrible. Youâve been having nightmares again. Itâs been a long time since an assignment hit you this hard. âJust another assignment.â
âDid something happen?â Satoru stares you down.
âNot much.â You reply easily, wondering when it had gotten so easy to lie to them. Just about the small things.
You silently pick at a piece of hamachi. Itâs not your place to get involved. You canât get involved in the tragedy of all the assignments that make you feel as if everything youâve ever done is redundant, even if you can logically acknowledge youâre unlikely to make a real difference. Not on a real, tangible level. It still makes you feel horrible.Â
You are suddenly, very, very tired.
âAre the kids home?â You want to see Megumi, wrap your arms around him, and squeeze him tightly just to reassure yourself heâs okay. You want him to never have to worry about jujustu society or the responsibility of being a jujustu sorcerer. You want him to be able to choose. Itâs wishful thinking. Itâs already late and the four of them should be getting ready for bed. You wish you could just hold Megumi, Tsumiki, and the twins. The four of them are so young, and already too old.
Suguruâs smile turns affectionate. âThe twins are asleep by now. They had a late night yesterday. But Tsumikiâs probably still up doing her homework. Iâm not sure about MegumiâŚâ
âProbably sleeping,â you confirm. An early sleeper, and early riser. The boy had his habits.
âYou wanna stop by?â Satoru asks casually.
You blink. You must be imagining the suggestion in his voice.Â
âI was just wondering about the kids,â you rush out, embarrassed for having even thought it in the first place. Of course not. Itâs not as if they were expecting anything from you right now. If anything, you should bring the night to a wrap so the two of them can get back home instead of having to entertain you. âItâs getting pretty late out though, isnât it? Maybe we should call it aââ
âYou havenât touched your food,â Suguru lightly frowns and although his displeasure isnât aimed at you, you still feel somewhat chastened. âStill not hungry?â
âA-ahâŚâ You pick your chopsticks once again. âThank you for the meal,â you murmur, taking a bite of the first thing your chopsticks come into contact with. Octopus. You realize that it might have been rude of you to not eat anything when theyâve so graciously invited you to an expensive restaurant like this. Now that youâve taken a complimentary swallow, you look up at them expectantly. âI donât want to keep you twoââ
âMaybe we should order some drinks,â Suguru takes a couple of bites out of his own food. âSatoru needs something sugary or heâll be too restless to sleep tonight.â He sighs forlornly, despite his lips pulling into a teasing smile. âWhen he gets in a mood, he likes to push me around in bed.â
You blink.
Suguru looks at him, fond. âHeâs a horrible sleeper.â
Satoru huffs. âAnd you love me for it.â A thoughtful pause. âI could use a drink.â
âGreat.â Suguru presses the button on the table. It doesnât take a full minute until your waitress appears in the room. âYour most sugary nonalcoholic drink and a cup of sugar. Iâll take a bottle of your most expensive Junmai Daiginjo. Two cups.â
You open your mouth to object, but Suguru beats you. Thereâs a concerned look on his face. âIs there something wrong with the food? I thought you would have at least finished your plateâŚâ
Your waitress almost imperceptibly freezes, the smile high on her face. You look to her in a panic. âItâs delicious!â You look to Suguru and say once again, âItâs delicious!â
Satoru looks a few seconds away from breaking into loud laughter. He succumbs, snickering into his elbow.
Suguru breaks into a smile. âIâm glad. Youâll eat some more, wonât you?â Then to the waitress, he says, âTwo cups.â
The waitress hightails it out of the room after a bow. You stare at your plate in silence as Suguru and Satoru have a pleasant conversation about how although Satoru hates going to the Zenin compound, he had found something interesting there the last time he visited (two weeks ago). Your ears perk when Suguru says heavenly restriction. Â
You take another bite of the food on your plate, intent on finishing half of it before your waitress comes back in an effort to make her feel more comfortable.
This time, your drinks are delivered by a waiter. You feel bad for your waitress who had probably asked to be transferred to a different room. Suguru pours you a cup as Satoru takes a long sip of what looks like a strawberry cream float. It looks like something out of an amusement park cafe, but Satoru looks satisfied.
Youâre about to ask about the heavenly restriction, when Satoru eyes you.
âI should feed you,â he announces.
You stare at him. âWhat?â
He stands up abruptly. You watch as he makes his way to your side of the table in three long steps, and plops down next to you. He takes a large piece of uni and holds it up to your lips.Â
âOpen up!â He says cheerily.
You do not open up.
Heâs making fun of you, youâre sure of it. âYou donât need to feed me,â you say pointedly. You look to Suguru for help, but you only get a grin in response.
âIndulge him,â it almost sounds sympathetic. âHeâs in a mood.â
Up close, his eyes are piercingly determined. You relent, opening your mouth as Satoru places the uni in your mouth.
âNow be good and finish your food,â he says smugly. âOr you can finish the rest on my lap.âÂ
You stare at him in unabashed horror.
"At least try to look somewhat interested," Satoru deadpans.
Suguru snorts.
Under the threat of Satoruâs continued intervention, you slowly make your way through your plate as Suguru refills your cup. Time passes in a blur. Satoru is warm next to you, shoulder pressed to yours, and you resist the urge to lean on his shoulder. Itâs almost reflexive, to sink into him. The two of them quietly talk about a child called Zenin Maki. You force your shoulders straight while their voices drift in and out, feeling your eyelids slowly dragging shut.
You blink when Suguru says your name. The two of them are looking at you.
âSleepy?â Suguru inquires.
You slowly nod. âSorry, I didnât mean to interrupt. I should go.â You gather your things, but when you rifle through your bag to find your keys you realize they arenât there. You pat your pockets, search your bag once more, and still. âMy keysâŚâ
Satoru lifts a finger to your face, the ring of your keys looped around his index. You reach out to grab it but Satoru lifts it away. Youâre confused. Those are your keys. You reach for them again, but Satoru swiftly moves away. Youâre debating on stopping him with your cursed technique. Infinity isnât on, you can tell.
âSatoruââ
âHow about a kiss first?â He murmurs, leaning in, lips hovering close.
Your bottom lip throbs, as if remembering the shape of Satoruâs teeth and the way it had drawn blood.
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âŚ
Youâre already putting on your shoes. Satoru must have sneaked a few sips of Suguruâs alcohol. Heâs drunk.
âIâll stay somewhere else tonight,â you say quickly. Shoko would probably still be up. If not, there were always hotels around. In the morning youâd ask your buildingâs super to open your door. You have a spare key inside.
Satoru sputters. âHold on!â
Suguru laughs, long and loud. You relish the sound, despite your back being turned against him. He says your name.
You pause, meeting his gaze over your shoulder. To give him the benefit of doubt if anything. Suguru pats the floor next to him.
You eye him. Suguruâs expression is full of innocuous intent.
âAt least let me look at you before you leave,â Suguru sighs out. âBefore you leave us again.â
Suguru looks sad. It makes you feelâŚkinda bad. You have been busy lately, havenât you? (Avoiding the two of them.) You donât like it either. Youâre glad this dinner has resolved most of your worries. You crawl to him, intending to say your goodbyes to his face, but Suguru takes your hand.
You arenât sure how you end up on his lap. You really arenât. You were on the floor and now you arenât, and Suguruâs chest pressed to your back. You open your mouth and then figuring against it, you close your mouth. You opt for staring down at your own lap and trying to stay still enough to rival a statue.Â
Suguruâs arms wrap around your waist. âMuch better,â he murmurs, playing with the hem of your dress that reaches down to your ankles. âI like this color,â he says conversationally, as if your mind isnât white blanket quiet in your panic. âDid Shoko get this for you?â His lips brush your ear.
You nearly bolt but Suguruâs arms hold you down.
âPfft.â
You give Satoru a wide eyed look pleading for help from where heâs made himself comfortable on the floor in front of you, lying on his side, head propped up to the side by a hand.Â
âŚYou hadnât expected Satoru to help.
You really didnât.
You feel your will to flee slowly drain out of you. Prey resigning itself to be dinner. Â
âShokoâŚpicked it out.â
âShe likes dressing you,â Suguru says with a small laugh, releasing your hem and hiking your skirt up high enough for his hand to slide up your thigh in a caressing gesture. âHow about you give Satoru and I a turn next?â
You blankly burn a hole into your lap, deathly mortified. âThatâsâŚâ a little embarrassing, you think. Why would they ever want to do that? Satoru is looking so intently at you that he could be jealous, and you think you might be sick. After all that talk about Suguru feeling neglectedâŚ
âLikeâŚanother dress?â
Suguru hums.
â...Shoes?â
Suguru laughs. You can feel his smile. "Among other things."
âS-Suguru,â you start, putting your hand over his arms locked around you. âI should really get goingâŚâ
He sighs, and you can feel it in his chest. âRight. Of course.â
You wait for him to loosen his arms, to free you, but he doesnât move.
â...Suguruââ
âKiss tax!â Satoru interrupts, suddenly in front of you. Heâs insistent, leaning into you once again with a hand on your thigh, except you have nowhere to back away but into Suguru. âJust one and youâll be on your way!â
This is humiliating. You want to die.
Satoruâs face hovers closer and closer. Without thinking you intercept his lips with a hand, muffling his mouth.
âWe shouldnât,â you blurt out. âNot in public.â
Satoru doesnât deign you with a response. Instead his gaze exaggeratedly sweeps the room, as if to emphasize the lack of other people.Â
Someone could come in. Anyone could see. They donât want to be accidentally seen withâŚÂ you. âNobody can know.â Then for good measure you say it again. âNobody can know.â
Satoru isnât happy. You can tell by the press of his lips. Suguruâs gaze bears into the top of your head. But youâre worried about their prospects. About everything they might regret. Itâs best to keep this a secret. Theyâll thank you for it later, youâre sure.
âWho carââ
âPlease.â
Satoru momentarily glances upwards. Heâs still unhappy. âFine. Right Suguru?â
âThatâs right,â you hear him say from behind you. His tone is carefully measured. You donât want to look at him, and you canât discern his feelings either. âA secret.â
You exhale. âThank you.â
After a second of agonizing hesitation, you lean forward and press a small, short kiss to Satoruâs waiting lips. When you pull back, you shyly say, âkiss tax paid.â
âThat was nothing,â Satoru says immediately. âTen more.â
You frown.
âYou forgot someone.â Suguruâs voice is light, almost chiding.
You didnât forget. You just hoped it wouldnât have to come to this. You turn your head to the side and lean in. Suguru meets you halfway, lips soft on your own. Almost immediately, Suguruâs arms go lax, as a hand comes up to cup your face, thumb running along your cheek.
It lasts a second longer than Satoruâs kiss, which is already enough to get him whining about timing the length of your kisses which means more kissing.
All that matters is that youâre finally free. You jump to your feet, swipe your shoes, and run out the door without a second thought.
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Bodyswap Clinic: "Too old for college"

-Too old for college?- Said the college board when I retired without warning, I'm only 65 years old, and I'm not that old. I worked without arriving a single day and that's how the motherfuckers thank me with just a few bucks at the end of the month to live on, I didn't even complain when they invested all the money that was earmarked for the physics department in new uniforms for all teams sports
His much adored athletes could not solve a simple equation if it weren't for me, but it would be hypocritical of me if I complained out loud about something that benefits me I enjoy so much. When the captain of the football team arrived begging on his knees to take the exam with him because if they weren't going to kick him out of the team, I couldn't refuse.

He took me in the car that his parents gave him for his birthday to the nearest body swap clinic, and we made an agreement, only 3 days he would spend 3 days in his body answering all the exams that he was too stupid to pass, and I can say that They were the best 3 days I had had in years. It was great to be young again.
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And not only being young but also being popular, muscular and being fucking attractive in all my life I had never stepped foot in a gym but in the body of Jacob Taylor the quarterback of the university football team it was like living again. I even dared to abuse the deal I had with Jacob a bit and went to a gay bar on the other side of town, god! I must have broken like 4 asses that night with the tremendous tool that I had between my legs.
Likewise, I was always gay, but I didn't have the best self-esteem or the best looks, it's not like there was a long line to get fucked by a 70-year-old nerd like me. But in Jacob's muscular and attractive body I felt confident and even somewhat arrogant, -Do you want to touch them?- I told the first guy that he bought me a beer at the bar while flexing Jacob's huge arms just to show off. It felt good to be the center of attention for once in a lifetime.

The next day after taking all of Jacob's exams, it was a piece of cake, I was sure that Jacob would stay on the football team at least until he had to take another exam, the 3 days ended so quickly that I did not realize it, but He was a man of his word, so I gave him back his body and as soon as I got back to my old and tired body I felt like shit, Jacob gave me some money and thanked me and left in the car that I had been driving for 3 days.
I returned to my house and apparently Jacob did not go out for 3 days because he was in a mess, there was a huge bag of half-eaten Cheetos in front of the television, and he even left the sports channel on before leaving my house, I started cleaning my house returning to my routine as if nothing had happened, but the next day Jacob showed up at my house.
And he was not alone, he bro"ught 2 friends who wanted the same treatment as Jacob -please "bro" we need to pass the almost if we don't want to be kicked out of the team- I couldn't help but smile as those 2 athletes knelt in front of me and I gladly accepted they passed the days, the months and when I realized it, my room was full of athletes fighting for whom their beloved teacher would take their body.
"If I don't take this exam, my parents are going to kill me"
"If they expel me from the university, my girlfriend will break up with me"
"My mother told me that if I failed one more time they would take me out of the university and put me to work in the family business"

Were some of the comments heard from testosterone-filled athletes all over my room fighting each other to take a turn for me to answer all the answers that they are too idiots to make themselves.
Suddenly all the athletes from that university had the highest grades in the entire state and all thanks to their old and beloved professor, little by little I began to spend more time in the body of stupid athletes and less in my old and tired body and maybe Someday I would stay in the university forever passing from body to body of dumb athletes to help them in their exams.

Now I'm late, I have a math test in an hour and if I rush to finish it, maybe I'll have time to go to my favorite bar because the body I'm in now has a huge cock.
esp: sucked.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1V8VH1NvA7mC2B12uj8iKyxrI472vT_L_d85zQA_smOM/edit
Normally, I only post one story a week here on Tumblr. But today is a special day, it's my birthday, and I was looking for an excuse to show you my birthday cake. lol

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Hii! Can I make a request for Uzui and Kyojuro having a very insecure s/o that needs a lot of reassurance? Especially when it comes to appearance
Thank you and have a nice day!!
Hi dear Anon, of course! I think these boys will die to be able to let you know how precious and beautiful you are in his eyes. I totally understand feeling insecure about our appearances. But please remember that you are beautiful, strong and worthy <3
I have combined your request with other similar, hope you like both of them!
Kyojuro Rengoku x reader (Reassuring S/O being insecure about her looks)
Tengen Uzui x reader (Reassuring S/O being insecure about her looks)
Warnings: Slight smut
It has been a really long and rough week. You have been waiting for your boyfriend to come back from his last mission, which took him longer than expected. Being alone in that immense state sometimes affects your peace of mind. When Tengen was around, the state was full of life, full of laughter and you could swear that sunlight was brighter at your now shared home.
Despite missing your beloved Pillar, you truly enjoyed your time alone; since the moment you accepted moving in with Tengen, he made sure to not only cover your basic needs to full extent, but to pamper you with anything your heart desired. Even the smallest request will be flamboyantly fulfilled.
Wanna learn how to play Shogi? Here, the best teacher in the Kanto area. Wanted a new kimono? Only the best pieces with imported silk directly from China. Do you love the sound of a Biwa? All your meals would be enlivened by a very skillful Biwa player. Were you interested in calligraphy? A brand new luxurious and expensive calligraphy kit will be waiting for you in the studio.
You were happy, really happy, he was everything you have ever wished for; but indeed, solitude can play the worst tricks to the mind. Insecurity started to grow in your chest like a water ripple in a dead still ocean. These intrusive thoughts always lowered your morale but you were really good at dissimulating them, it was more of Tengen's natural ability to help you brush all ideas off your head with a kiss.
But this time it was different, he had been gone for so long, that all the insecurities about your appearance were now controlling your ability to fake being ok. Tengen knew immediately that you were having a hard time; as his loyal, super beefy, ninja mice informed him and so, he prepared everything to expedite his return home.
There was nothing more precious or important to him than you, even though being a Pillar, you were always his priority. When he arrived home he yearned nothing more than to see your gorgeous face first than anything else.
-âI am home!â He claimed loudly, eagerly waiting to see you at the entrance, with a wide grin which started to disappear as you were nowhere to be found.
-âY/N?â He asked, now with a more concerned tone, plunging deeper into his state looking for you.
-âTe⌠Tengen-san, welcome back.â Your voice was low and blue, as you appeared in front of him. You gave the best small smile your current state could manage but your boyfriend knew immediately that something was wrong, so he gently took your hand to pull you closer to him:
-âHere you are. Come, I want to show you what I bought for you in my last mission.â He said as he softly guided you to a very cozy studio, full of pillows and blankets, where you would warmly spend most of the cold winter days of the year.
His heart ached little by little seeing how the light of your face vanished by every second passing, he sat down over his favorite big pillow pulling you down in order for you to sit on his lap. And as he tenderly stroke your back he kindly said:
-âY/N, you probably know it very well by now, but you are the most precious person to me. My heart aches when your expression shows so much sorrowâŚâ He was now caressing your cheek with his thumb, rapidly switching his gaze from your eyes to your lips. He liked you so much that you made him go crazy; kissing you and feeling your body was the only thing he could think of while being so far away from you. So he continued:
-âSo please have mercy on this man who is so madly in love with you and let me make you feel better.â He leaned over to deeply kiss you and since you were so close to him you could clearly sense how both of your fast racing hearts beat against each other chests.
You perfectly knew that there was no use in lying to the Sound Pillar, by now he knew you better than anyone else, but you were unsure of how to explain to him what was causing your insecurities. So with your face entirely flushed by a beautiful pink tone you took your best bet:
-âThe thing is⌠Tengen-san, sometimes I donât⌠Sometimes I am not really comfortable with what I see in the mirror. Sometimes I wish I'd look different, to look betterâŚâ And as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, he felt his heart break after hearing your words.
He was so taken aback for realizing how much he had failed in not letting you know how beautiful you were to him. How could you not know how every single trait of your face was pure poetry to his eyes?
How could he have failed you to let you know how he had developed an insane addiction to touching your body? He failed so terribly, that you could even consider the idea of wanting to look different. Different from how attractive you looked in his wildest fantasies.
He then thought that this was probably not a new feeling and he also knew that the tricky part would be to make you look at yourself the way he looked at you. So having a good idea he raised your head by gently grabbing your chin and speaking with a very deep voice, he said:
-âSo tell me, what would you like to change?â You looked at him startled, feeling down little by little.
-âMy hair, Tengen-san, it is not...â He interrupted you
-âYou mean these precious locks, the softest I have ever caressed?â He said gently stroking the closest hair strand he got on hand and starting to feel as warmness invaded your face, you continued:
-âMy face. Sometimes it looks likeâŚâ He interrupted you again
-âYou mean this face with the most stunning profile I had ever laid my eyes on? You see, this face matches perfectly with these lips and hair. Perfect combination, so Darling, changing any of those wonât work at allâ With a wide grin in his face he kissed you again. Really starting to like where this was going you continued, slowly feeling better.
-âMy body, Tengen-san, it's justâŚâ-
-âNow, isnât that interestingâŚâ he slightly opened your kimono right in the section of your cleavage âA body less attractive will help me to better keep my lust at bay, making easier the nights I am not with youâ He concluded depositing a kiss in your right chest at the bare minimum skin exposed at your cleavage, working all his way up to your neck.
By the time he had covered all your neck skin, you felt heat expanding to the lowest section of your body, he then faced you with his signature seductive stare and asked you;
-âSo please tell me, would you also like to change another part of your body? Such as, I donât know, your thighs maybe? Or perhaps something deeper likeâŚâ
-âTengen-san!!!â You said with your face absolutely red, feeling your arousal increasing every moment you kept sitting on his lap. Your boyfriend exploded in laughter and kissed you again to later whisper to your ear:
-âPlease let me show you the reason why I wouldnât want to change anything from youâ as you agreed, he passionately made love to you all night long. Making sure to remind you why every part of your body was perfect and how perfectly it fitted his body.
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Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems
Serodeku:
Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes
They skate together
They get very protective when people call their boyfriend âplainâ
They play dnd together
Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest
Theyâre both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible
Sero likes listening to Izukuâs ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato
After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there
Tokodeku:
Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it
Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight
They start a dnd club at U.A.
Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding
Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow
Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible
Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:
Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously
Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the âpantsâ and âflannelâ type shirts cute
They help each other train their quirks
Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.
Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese
Yâall, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content
Monoshinsou:
They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people theyâre watching; their job, family, background, etc.
They judge people together
They call each other âloveâ
Theyâre both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience
They jokingly sh*t-talk class A
Shinsou said âI love youâ first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class
Monoyama:
Like monoshinsou, theyâre both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience
They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other
I love them so much, please đâ
They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip
They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone
They both actually make clothing, theyâll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that theyâve made for each other
Momomei:
They work on gear together!!!
Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep
Mei helps redesign momoâs suit
They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such
They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought theyâd hit it off. He was correct
Shintsuyu:
Dude theyâd be so cute
Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you canât change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent sheâs in, or sheâll find whichever classroom heâs in, in 20 minutes or less
I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so theyâd have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku
They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku
Kamideku:
Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it
Kaminari likes listening to izukuâs ramblings, and can keep up with them. Heâll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated
I donât know why I feel like theyâd have so many animals, but I do. Theyâd have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster
Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time
Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. Heâs also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages
Momochako:
Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot
Ochako takes to floating momoâs things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices
Urarakaâs confidence does wonders for momoâs. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this
Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush
Minatoru:
Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru
They give each other stuffed animals so often. Theyâll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other
Please, theyâre so cute đâ
They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.
Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, itâs horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child
Toru says that pink is her favorite color
They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks itâs cute, half of them used to think it was cute.
Iidamomo:
Iâve said it before, and Iâll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive
They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it
They alternate paying for dates, donât try me.
The go hiking a lot
They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning
They canât flirt. They try. But theyâre horrible at it. Theyâll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.
KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:
Yâall,,, yâall, I love them so much
They train together, obviously
They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izukuâs quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasnât âcool.â After that, they were practically inseparable.
They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.
So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most âdates,â he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.
The final tipping point, was due to Urarakaâs help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.
So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izukuâs obliviousness.
Kirishima finally âstraightâ up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of âoh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??â Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.
They have two anniversaries after that.
Letâs be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having âthe manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.â Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is
Uraraka doesnât know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired
Tsujirou:
Jirou makes playlists for tsu
The few sane ones in class A, I swear
They go on walks in the rain as often as they can
They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read
Yâall, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, Iâm love them đĽş
Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared
Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was
Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.
She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried
Izujirou:
They make playlists for each other
They go for runs on the beach a lot
They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music
Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.
Theyâre both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.
So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.
So, then Jirou write analysis about izukuâs quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell
So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.
So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their âdates,â to which Jirou responded, âdude, weâre already dating? Arenât we? I- I thought that was obvious??â
May this awkward couple be forever blessed
Tokoyama:
Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it
At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami âshines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo wayâ
They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that theyâre in
They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting
Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going âwill you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?â
Shinyama:ďżź
They flirt constantly
No really, itâs getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.
They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsouâs room, and yell âlove, Iâve been murdered. Mourn for meâ while plopping down on shinsouâs lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyamaâs door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes âIâve been murdered.â
^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.
Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsouâs room
Iiyama:
Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit
Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:
Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-
Iida: Aoyama, you know thatâs a lie-
Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-
Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-
Aoyama: and I donât think thatâs too much to ask for đ¤
Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iidaâs blush and Aizawaâs eye twitch
Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasnât alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyamaâs attempt at expressing romantic interest.
Aoyama flirts with everyone, thatâs just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him âmon amourâ
Kirikamideku:
My dearest traffic light trio, Iâm love them
They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izukuâs analysis snd ideas
Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I donât make the rules, but I do enforce them
They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a âlate bloomerâ and being bullied, etc. (I donât know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)
Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends
Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kamiâs special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, heâll ask them to tutor each other in different languages
#shinyama#tsujirou#kirideku#serodeku#kamideku#minatooru#aodeku#shintsuyu#iiyama#momochako#momomei#hatsumomo#iimomo#tokoyama#monoyama#monoshin#bnha rare pair#rare pair#my hero academia#mha headcanons#kirikamideku#izujirou
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One of my d&d friends bought me a cane and quad-tip for it from my amazon wishlist one birthday and it really stuck with me! They bought me a couple things but the cane stood out to me and it became the cane I use the most and when people compliment it I tell them all about how my friend got it for me :)
đź Fave flower
I have a lot of fav flowers, since I do a lot of floral work and used to do competitive floriculture. So one of my early favourites is the Bird of Paradise. When I was younger me and my teammates gifted our teacher a art piece of one with all our names on it, bcuz it became our sort of mascot. In part because I called it a death flower, because when introduced to it I was asked what it looked like, and I said the hand of death.
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Currently, I'm obsessed with On Sundays She Picked Flowers, authored by my beloved mutual Yah Yah. Everyone should buy it its soooooooo good.
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Waltz of War pt.2

pairing: elain x azriel (elriel)
summary: while elain tries to distract herself from azriel's fate something exciting happens
word count: 1k
taglist: @swankii-art-teacher
a/n: this is just to say that the chapters will be indeed short, but i hope that doesn't have any negative effect on the rhythm of the story, enjoy!
Elain had asked, begged Azriel to change his mind so many times that she couldn't count them, so many times that Azriel no longer tried to make her see the good things it would bring, it was enough to give her a pitiful look that made her stomach settle.
She was trying to catch her breath sitting on the floor while she remembered how she had said goodbye on the bus two weeks ago, two weeks that had been the longest of her life, her life seemed to have drained of colors, her flowers and plants were duller and sadder, it seemed that she couldn't dance because she had such a heavy head full of worries, and that had all her close friends and especially her sisters worried, although they themselves had sent their partners to the same collective suicide that her beloved Azriel had been dragged into.
âElain, I need to close the place nowâ Nesta's voice had snapped it out of her head so suddenly that her present seemed too much, almost overwhelming.
She was standing in the doorway of the ballroom where she taught ballet, she was not a prodigy dancer like her sister but dancing was something she liked, and sometimes she would find herself on stage again, dancing a new piece for a new show.
"I'm almost ready, let me rehearse again"
"At this rate you're going to break your legs, you need to rest," she said that with the tiredness in her voice being sonorous, but she was the one with more bags under her eyes than any of the three.
She didn't sleep and spent her time drinking away when she didn't have to teach, the departure of their partners had been difficult for all of them in their own way, Feyre had it more difficult now that she was a mother, the plan was that she would stay in the house that Rhysand had bought for them before leaving, but the first night she had arrived in the middle of the night with Nyx in her arms crying because she couldn't stand being there alone.
We all hugged each other that night, we slept in the same bed leaving Nyx in a makeshift crib.
"I don't need to rest," she said that but her legs were numb, her head was spinning and her body was crying out for her to take a nap at least "I want it to go perfect"
"I'm not going to let you hurt yourself, get up and let's go home, father must be waiting for us"
She couldn't argue with Nesta in her mood, so she forced herself to put one foot in front of the other to get to the dressing room and put on her clothes, only then did she realize how wrinkled her dress was, how drawn her face was and disheveled hair, if Azriel saw her like that he would be so worried. And that was the only reason she pulled her hair into a high ponytail, washed her face with cold water, and put on some lipstick that Nesta lent her.
They only spoke when they left the Dance Academy.
âYou can't go on like this, Elain."
"Neither do you, Nesta."
"I don't think Cassian or Azriel would like to see us like this, we can't lose ourselves in their absence."
"I'm losing myself, because I'm afraid of losing him, losing him forever," it irritated her greatly that even though they were both in the same situation they had such a divided opinion "Because that's the reality Nesta... They can die"
"I know the probabilities, stop bringing it up," that was said with some annoyance in her voice, she had pressed her buttons too much "But... Feyre needs us, Nyx needs us, remember the promise we made to Rhysand"
"I would never break that promise, I help her with all the pleasure in the world, Nyx is my nephew and Feyre is my sister, they will not lack love and comfort as long as we are with them"
"I understand that, but between the classes, the flower shop, dad's illness and the boys... I'm afraid we'll lose sight of affected number one"
She had never heard her open up about things that worried her, but she had never thought that there would be a war, there was a first time for everything, Elain understood that perfectly and she didn't like the idea that Feyre would have problems to survive, now that she lived in the house again they could help her as much as they could so she was perfectly fine.
They turned the corner into their street as usual, only they stopped when they saw their father sitting on the porch smoking a pipe smiling at Nyx in his arms and Feyre screaming like crazy, holding several letters in her hands. Fearing it was bad news Nesta and Elain ran as fast as their legs would carry them, colliding as they climbed the few steps to their home.
"Letters, letters from them!" the happiness in Feyre's voice made them cry as much as the good news.
Elain allowed herself to take the letter very quickly and go up to her room until after kissing her father's and her Nyx's foreheads and giving them a hug that left Feyre breathless. Her legs resenting the run she had given her trembled like jelly, she step by step she climbed the stairs past the family pictures and paintings until she entered her room and closed the door behind her with a with a slam.
It was sealed and gave the address of the military base and her name in Azriel's beautiful calligraphy, she cried just seeing the handwriting on the paper and being careful not to break the envelope she took out the letter at the same time her heart stopped and her sobbing began.
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My dearest Elain,
Two weeks have passed since I started my training and since I left my home, these two weeks were enough for me to realize how much you mean to me. I am not going to try to capture in this letter how much my soul misses you or how much I crave you, I could not do justice to the pain that my heart feels not having you here.
My training is going well, it's a bit fast, but I've gotten used to the plane assigned to me for my practices, although fear sometimes comes to me and I don't think I can bear another test, your memory always gives me strength, I hope everything is fine in the academy and that you have time to spend time surrounded by your flowers and plants (tell Rose that I send her a kiss) of course I hope you spend time with your sisters and send them a greeting from me, I hope they are in the best possible state. As for you, I need you to wait for me, I'm trying to get back to you.
Always yours, Azriel.
â
Several tears began to fill the paper and she quickly moved away, her heart a huge and thunderous emptiness that hurt her physically, she needed him by her side, she needed him as much as the moon needs the night and the day needs the sun, her dear Azriel, caught between the conflict.
She collected herself slightly and went to her dresser to get paper, a pen and an envelope, with her soul aching she began to write.
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somehow itâs almost 3:30pm though i am not sure i could account for most of this day... letâs see. i did some good work on my cover letter + teaching portfolio. i think that honestly i could cobble together a letter using pieces of old letters with a few updates and i should probably just do that so i can get my application in. but i kind of enjoy the act of sitting down every six months to twelve months and making yourself generate a new outline for a teaching statement! it kinda creates a chance for you to reflect on how and why your priorities in teaching or your conception of yourself as a teacher have changed over time. anyway iâm going to try to make myself finish that tomorrow or in a work session with liz early this week. i also swept all the storm debris off the porch and threw out a bunch of painting supplies that had just been languishing out there on the off chance that i wanted to paint again. i also answered a couple asks and then bought a ticket home for christmas. i gotta decide which dog iâm taking with me and which one iâm leaving here and itâs making me feel so guilty!! everyone in my family definitely wants me to bring ruthie back (she is VERY beloved lol) but i feel like pip is the easier one to transport & also the one who misses me more when we are parted. weâll see!! iâm thinking about maybe doing a longer trip in the spring where i take them both back and just stay for for a few weeks to make the cost worth it. i feel like itâd be a nice break from rainy weather if i need to get away for a bit and hopefully i could just choose a random time when tickets were super cheap.
mm okay what next. the power is back on hurrah!! i had definitely resigned myself to it not being back on until late or even until tomorrow so that was a nice surprise... though it means i may be forced to watch my beloved cursed hockey team lose again. weâll see. i have about 40 min till puck drop so i might haul myself off the sofa to take pip on a run and then walk ruthie during intermissions.
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Anne Murray -Â âSnowbirdâ Oh What a Feeling Song released in 1969. Compilation released in 1996. Country-Pop / Soft Rock / Easy Listening
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From an article on cbc.ca, written by Andrea Warner:
Before there was Shania Twain, there was Anne Murray.
Yes, that Anne Murray. She was Canada's original country, pop, adult-contemporary crossover who baffled publications, critics and music programmers with her refusal to be bound by genre. She was also the first Canadian female solo singer to score a No. 1 hit in the U.S. with her 1970 breakthrough, "Snowbird." Twenty-plus years before Twain's fly-trap-sticky choruses became the karaoke anthems that bridged generational, gendered and geographical divides, Murray â a Springhill, N.S., gym teacher-turned-award-winning vocalist â was the country's gold-standard superstar.
Anne Murray has sold over 50 million records worldwide and has won a walk-in closetful of awards over the course of her multi-decade career. Before people like Shania, Alanis, k.d., and Sarah came along, Murray was Canada's most famous and most beloved female musician, and her music unexpectedly managed to cross over into the U.S., too. In fact, in addition to being the first female Canadian solo singer to ever hit #1 in the U.S., she was also the first to sell a gold record there as well.
And that gold record happens to be "Snowbird," a simply beautiful tune with gobs of crossover appeal that originally appeared on Murray's second album, 1969's This Way Is My Way, and then was eventually released as a single in June of the following year, when it went to #2 in Canada and #8 on the Billboard chart over that summer.
"Snowbird" was Murray's breakthrough hit; without it, there's a very decent chance that she would have never amounted to a dash of the immense success that she managed to go on to achieve throughout her life. The popularity of "Snowbird" earned her the opportunity to perform on many television programs thereafter, both American and Canadian, which got her in front of the eyes of tens of millions of people, who then went and bought even more of Murray's records. Many talents get overlooked, unfortunately, and Murray very well may have been one of them had the U.S. not cottoned itself to "Snowbird."
There's a bunch of things about this song that make it a real beaut' and one, of course, is Murray's own voice. It's pleasant, calm, to the point, and crystal-clear. She's not here to flex an overly impressive range or deploy some nifty vibrato tricks. She's more of a no-frills kinda gal who just wants to boil her little tale of woe down to a catchy as hell 130 seconds and get on with the rest of her day. She just needs this little release; to tell someone else what her current predicament is. It's therapeutic.
But beyond that is the arrangement and instrumentation. See, "Snowbird" didn't just go to #8 on Billboard's general chart. It went to #1 on Easy Listening and #10 on Hot Country, too. And it fits both of those categories. The climbing and then soaring, majestic strings, which sonically represent the snowbird that Murray longs to follow, but can't, categorize the song as an easy listening one. But the guitar-strum beat and hop-along bassline doubtlessly earn the song's status as a country song, too. And then there's the electric sitar in the beginning that disappears as Murray begins to get more personal with her lyrics. I don't know if that lands the song in any particular category, but it sure sounds great. Plus, the addition of the clapping tams on the chorus, which is the only piece of percussion in this song, makes for a nice touch, too.
Hey, are you still reading this? Good. In the Family Guy clip above, Brian and Stewie argue over the meaning of "Snowbird." Murray concludes that both of their interpretations are actually correct, but I have a lot of questions myself that, to this day, remain unanswered. See, the gist of the song is that Murray has found out that her husband is cheating on her, and she wants to leave him for someone else that she loves and move away with that person (the titular snowbird), but I guess leaving her husband is only a dream at that point. We don't know if her husband knows that she knows that he's cheating on her, but if Murray already has someone else in mind to pack up and leave with, was she cheating on her husband, too? If so, who was the first to cheat? Are Murray and her husband both just avoiding opening up that can of worms? She seems to have a moderately upbeat demeanor throughout the song, but her marriage is clearly in shambles. Does she not sound that betrayed because she herself is a betrayer, too? Is she realizing that her chickens have actually come home to roost? If she's cheating, does her husband know? Is that why he's cheating? Is that why he continues to cheat? I know she doesn't know the answers to these questions. She's not the one who wrote the song in the first place. And unfortunately, the person who did write it, Gene MacLellan, passed away in the 90s. Apparently he wrote it in about 20 minutes while strolling a beach in Prince Edward Island, which is kind of stunning considering how good the song is.
Classic soft crossover country-pop tune from the late 60s-early 70s that set Anne Murray up for a long-lasting and trailblazing career.
#country pop#pop country#soft rock#rock#easy listening#country#country music#pop#music#60s#60's music#60s country pop#60's country pop#60s pop country#60's pop country#60s soft rock#60's soft rock#60s rock#60's rock#60s easy listening#60's easy listening#60s country#60's country#60s country music#60's country music#60s pop#60's pop
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Number 14 ("Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?") is SO CUTE. I picture this with Eri and class 1a! Could you make a drabble (or whatever you like) in which the reader is in class 1a and Eri is particularly attached to her (like a big sister or something) and she ships reader with Mirio or Todoroki?
A/N: You have to have known that I would absolutely say that Eri ships the reader with Todoroki, I mean, câmon, look at my blog (but seriously, this is such a cute idea, thank you for sharing)
I would also like to thank Kim Taehyung for releasing âSnow Flowerâ because it was the sole reason I could get one final story out for Christmas :) Merry Christmas everyone!
Wait also I know that in the manga she dressed up for Christmas, but letâs just pretend itâs her first Christmas and it was before Aizawa had explained anything to her okay? :)
"Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?" from Tis the Season prompt listÂ
Summary:Â What better way to celebrate the holiday season then with the rest of your class and a cute little girl? You may even get a boyfriend out of it
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Christmas. A holiday where you spend time with those who you love the most, and where children and adults alike get excited to open the presents under the tree. Itâs a holiday beloved by all, if not only for the material reasons, then for the memories and love the holiday brings.
However, one certain little girl at U.A. had never known of Christmas, and your class wanted to fix that this year.
You had all found out that Eri had no idea what Christmas was when Aizawa had left her in your classâ care for a few hours, with the excuse that he needed to attend an important meeting, and he wasnât allowed to bring her along. So, while you and the other girls were fawning over her, the subject of Christmas had been brought up, which had caught the attention of Kaminari, who suggested that you all should decorate the dorm for the festive season. As your classmates had gotten more and more into the Christmas spirit, with Yaoyorozu even stating that there was no reason to go out and buy decorations, since she could probably make enough for the dorm, you felt a slight tug on your sleeve.Â
Turning your head, you were met with the most adorable, inquisitive eyes youâd ever been graced with looking at. Kneeling down to match Eriâs height, you tilted your head, a small smile on your lips. âWhatâs up?â
âWhatâs Christmas?â
At first, you were confused. You werenât sure how anyone could not know about Christmas, especially someone her age. However, as your brain had caught up with the situation, you let out a short hum, trying to think of the best way to describe the holiday.
âWell, itâs a holiday in winter thatâs about being around those you love and enjoying things like making gingerbread houses, eating good food, and opening presents,â Deciding that you would bestow upon her the white lie that every parent told their children, you spoke, âThereâs also a man named âSanta,â and he looks at your behavior for the year and decides if youâve been naughty or nice. For all the nice children, he travels around the world to give them presents that they wish for,â
Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, a sign that she was thinking about something, âWhat kind of presents?â
âWell, you usually write a letter to him, telling him what you want and heâll try to get you what you want,â Seeing how her eyes sparkled a bit when you told her, you felt your smile grow larger, âHow about next time you come and visit, weâll write our letterâs to Santa together, yeah?â
You let out a giggle when she enthusiastically nodded her head.
Soon enough, Aizawa had returned from his meeting, picking up Eri and bidding you all a good night, but not before you and a few other students had asked him if she could come back later to write her letter to Santa and to help decorate the tree. Thankfully, your teacher thought it was a good idea for her to have some fun during the holiday season, and agreed that she could come the following weekend.
So, giving the little girl a tight hug with the promise to do all the fun Christmas activities soon, you bid her good bye.Â
Little did you know, as you were gushing over how cute Eri was to the other girls, a certain candy cane haired boyâs eyes had never left your figure once, neither had the small flush that decorated his cheeks.
As the weekend slowly approached, all of your classmates had chipped in to buy all of the items youâd need in order to make Eriâs first Christmas the best it could be. Your class had decided that it would be most efficient if you were all divided into teams so everything would get done on time. A few of your classmates had gone out to buy decorations, while others went to go get ingredients to bake some gingerbread cookies for the little girl. Kirishima and Kaminari had insisted on being the ones to go and get the tree, which therefore meant that Sero and Bakugou had tagged along in order to make sure that those two wouldnât get hurt, or get something that was too big for the room.Â
Once all of the items had been bought, you, Todoroki, Midoriya, and Uraraka were in charge of setting up some of the decorations, like the string lights that would hang all around the common area, and setting up the tree and putting down the tree skirt. You were sure that the girls wanted to tease you and Uraraka, since you were fairly certain that neither Todoroki or Midoriya were good decorators, but you decided to put aside your tiny crush on Todoroki in order to make this the best Christmas you could.
Grunting slightly, you stood on your tiptoes, trying to make yourself even taller, though you were already standing on a ladder, in order to hang the final string lights in the corner. While you knew it wasnât the smartest idea you had, your brain was simply focused on finishing your task. In fact, you were so focused that you didnât even notice that the ladder began to shake beneath you, the uneven distribution of your weight taking a toll on the stability. It wasnât until the ladder began to slip from underneath you that you finally noticed how dumb you were being.
Luckily for you, a hand reached out, stabilizing the ladder before it had any chance to fall. Breathing in a sigh of relief, you turned your head, locking eyes with a pair of heterochromatic ones.
âYou should be more careful,â Todoroki chastised, not taking his hands off the ladder, âIt doesnât matter if these lights are perfect,â
Smiling, you shook your head, moving to quickly set up the lights before stepping off the ladder, âItâs Eriâs first Christmas, I want it to be special,â
As you moved to get the decorations out of the second box you noticed that Todoroki still lingered behind you, most likely worried that youâd end up hurting yourself.Â
âWell, at least let me do the other lights,â He spoke, taking the string out of your hands, âI donât think sheâd appreciate her favorite person getting hurt over something like this,â
Before you could even protest, Todoroki was already gone, moving to the next section of the room. With a small smile, you allowed your heart to beat just a bit faster, and for your eyes to linger on him for just a moment longer.
Soon after the common room had been decorated, except for the Christmas tree, it was finally the weekend. Aizawa had dropped off Eri in the morning with the warning that all of you should be on your best behavior, otherwise thereâd be consequences. However, the way his eyes softened just a bit when she immediately ran into your arms told you that he wasnât completely serious.Â
Once heâd left, you took Eri over to the common room and sat down at the coffee table beside her. Your classmates had left out some pieces of colorful paper out, along with some envelopes, pens, and stickers for her to use to write to Santa. At first, she seemed hesitant about writing, and when you asked why, she told you that she wasnât sure what she should put down.Â
âWell, think about some of the things that you really want, and write them down for him,â You paused in your own âletter,â a small smile on your face, âIf you arenât sure of what you want, you can just tell him about what things you like, to give him some idea of what you might like,â
The two of you sat in silence for a while, writing your letters in peace when you noticed someone walking towards you. Looking up from your letter, you smiled at Todorokiâs curious demeanor.Â
Once he realized that your eyes were on him, he cleared his throat, looking even more curious. âWhat are you doing?â
âWriting letters to Santa, is it not obvious?â You spoke, a teasing lit to your voice.
âLetters to,â He paused, his eyebrows rising, ââSantaâ?â
You hummed in confirmation, patting a spot beside you. âCome and write one with us, itâll be fun.â
After a few seconds of him standing there like a statue, you were sure that he was going to reject your offer. However, after you had turned your attention back to your letter, you felt a slight thump next to you, followed by a warm presence by your shoulder. Turning your head, you noticed Todoroki sitting next to you, leaning a bit too close to be friendly.
âYouâll have to help me out too,â He started, grabbing one of the colorful pieces of paper on the table, âIâve never done this before,â
Smiling at him, you nodded your head, and for the next ten minutes, you three had written and addressed your letters to Santa, and you promised Eri that youâd deliver hers to the jolly man personally, and to Todoroki that you wouldnât read his.
Finally, with the help of the entirety of class 1-A, you had begun to decorate the Christmas tree that sat in the middle of the room. You would never forget the look of astonishment on Eriâs face when you showed her the bag of ornaments you all had bought, nor would you forget the soft smile that lit up Todorokiâs face when he noticed just how excited she was for decorating the tree.
For a while, all of you helped Eri with decorating, helping her reach the taller branches and watching as she piled many of the cat themed ornaments towards the front of the tree. You had even watched Bakugou lift her on his shoulders to reach the top of the tree, and though his face screamed of his pretend anger, you could tell that the small girl had even wriggled her way into his grinch heart as well.
Though, the moment that you would remember for quite a while was when you pulled out the showstopper: a simplistic golden star topper.Â
When you pulled the star from the bag you could hear a quiet gasp come from the little girl. Looking over at her, you gave her a warm smile, extending your hand. âWould you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?â
Though she didnât answer you verbally, the look of excitement made it very clear what her answer was. Squatting down slightly, you hoisted her onto your shoulders, making sure she was secure before moving to grab the star, though a certain boy had beat you to it.
âLooking for this?â Todoroki asked, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Letting out a quiet laugh, you thanked him before taking the star out of his hands and handing it to Eri. Heading towards the tree, you pointed towards the one upright branch at the top. âGo ahead, give the tree itâs hat,â
With a bit of fumbling, she finally placed the star at the top, cute giggles escaping her lips as she clapped for joy, and though you couldnât see it, a big smile had found its way to her face. Setting her back down onto the ground, you gave her a gentle high five before she ran over to the rest of your classmates. As you turned around, you found yourself face to face with Todoroki, who continued to look at you with a gaze you couldnât quite place. Though, as he gave you a small smile, you didnât really pay attention to anything else.
You didnât even notice the small plant that Eri had pulled out of one of the bags, nor did you notice Uraraka use her quirk on it.
âSo,â You asked, moving a bit closer to the boy who caught your attention, âWas this a successful Christmas?â
He nodded, the soft gaze not leaving his features, âI would say so, she seems happy.â
Just as you opened your mouth to speak, you could hear your classmates begin to giggle. Turning around, you gave them a look, not understanding what they found to be so funny. When Kaminari had pointed up, you could feel your heart stop in your chest.Â
Hesitantly, you looked up, not surprised to find some mistletoe floating between the two of you. Snapping your gaze to the boy in front of you, you sighed at the confused look on Todorokiâs face that had resurfaced.Â
âWhat does this meanââ
Steeling your nerves, you leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. As you pulled away, you could feel the heat lick up your cheeks.Â
âWhen two people are under the mistletoe, it usually means that they have to kiss,â You explained, not quite looking him in the eyes, âSorry about that,â
As you were about to leave, you felt him grab your hand, squeezing it gently. Moving to look at him, you noticed a teasing glint flicker in his eyes.
âWell then,â He spoke, pulling you in closer, âWe better follow tradition then, right?â
He didnât even let you answer as he pressed his lips to yours. But you were sure that even if you could speak, nothing would come out.
As the two of you pulled apart, the cheers from you classmates filled the room, with your friends expressing their relief that theyâd never have to hear you complain about how he didnât like you.
While you could feel your cheeks heating up from embarrassment, you supposed that the Christmas gift youâd received made it worthwhile.
#todoroki x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki shouto#shoto todoroki#todoroki shoto#bnha#mha#bnha imagines#mha imagines#bnha x reader#mha x reader#boku no hero academia#my hero academia
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Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

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hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is â¨madness⨠luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babiesđĽş) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one ficđłđł anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference
Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)
Rami Malek-
Number one that gif of him...need I say more? đĽ°
Iâm sick of how yaâll sleep on Rami!! Iâm gonna give him tons of love
He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddyâs tbh
Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you
Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back
You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him
Being with Rami, you were a changed person
Your fashion game went UPPPP
Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT
âRami, Iâm not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.â âWhat do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.â
Yes, Rami bought you the shirt
You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl
He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)
SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLSđĽşđĽş
This man is omfg i loveee himâŁď¸
Little sneak kisses to your forehead
Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH
He would take you shopping at the best stores
âI would be fine at a target, yâknowâ as you look around a Gucci store
Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, âMy baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best
What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship
When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)
In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process
Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc heâs scared of loosing someone heâs made a connection with
And iâm totally not crying as I write this
Both of you were in dark places when you first met
Rami showed how much he truly cared about you
If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support
Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems
Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because heâs a KING!!
âAngel, youâre not gonna have to worry about anymore.â âWhat do you mean?â
You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him
What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship
The sex between you to was AMAZING
it was VERY intimate
It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said
Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits
It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed
Letâs just say you never had to worry about your bills ever againđđ
I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY
Gwilym Lee-
my love for this man? ENDLESS
Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN
anyways to the pLOT
Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive
The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES
Heâs such a gentlemen
Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship
Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as âcompanyâ
Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location
âHope you like this â¤ď¸ xxxâ  âTreat yourself! đxxxâ
Like mister I-đłđł
Gwilym is literally such a sweet person
Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions
âYouâre with Gwilym! So lucky!â
âThat necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?â
âTeach my your ways!â
Whenever youâre at these events all these people give you evil stares
Your likeđđđ âis Gwilym a playboy??â
Gwilym is all like âwhat do you mean?? đĽşOf course not! Your the only one that matters to me right nowâ
Heâs such a king we LOVE HIM
Spontaneous trips to France and Italy
Gwilym and you grow super close
Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilymâs works or peaceful book/poetry readings
He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations
He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books
âThe greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbolâ
âJane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!â
You wanna be annoyed but canât
i canât I LOVE GWILYM LEE IâM NOT SORRY
The two of you would lie in bed together
You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent
As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance
âThis looks like trash...Iâm going to watch every minute of it!â
You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours
I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some đś
Sex with you and Gwil is like â¨fireworksâ¨
He would make sure you wouldnât be able to walk the next day letâs just sayđ
He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying âYou're so adorable, poppetâ or âDonât strain your legs, Cariad!â
Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES
âMy anwylydâ (Welsh for dearest)
Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)
And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to youđ¤đ¤âđ˝
He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like âGood morning cariad!â or âSit there and act pretty, my belovedâ
hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby
Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man
He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happyđđ
Joe Mazzello-
This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! đđ
Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy
He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else
The two of you were inseparable
After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream
After the first date you started calling him Joey
Drunken duets to cheesy 80âs romance songs
The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka
With Joe itâs eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa
Mr.Mazello has rangeđâ¨
This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames
âYes my little lover muffin!â
âWhat is it cutie patootie?â
âYou look amazing buttercup!â
âWhatâs up, hot stuff?â
In public he calls you âbabyâ or âloverâ dw he saves you from public embarrassmentÂ
You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe
My love for his man is infinite
Joe is super clingy
Hand holding and lots of PDA
He wants people to know that your his sugar babyđ¤đ¤đ
he will always send texts like
âmiss you babyđđđđ!â
âcan you grab milk from the store pls??â
âSUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOUđŠđŠđ¤Żđ¤Żđ¤Żâ
âJoe, itâs been a day.â
He has so many photos of you in his camera roll
You are his lockscreenđđ
The ceoâs of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat
Captions would be could âmy favorite fairytale is our love storyâ or âyasss queen slay it!â
Itâs cringey but god Joe is so adorable
A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE
All of his friends are like âyou guys HAVE to be dating!â
Itâs suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?
I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you
The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire
Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like
Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk
Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at allđ
Always exchange those âI love youâsâ đâ¨
Ben Hardy-
When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated
But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPYđĽşâŁď¸
On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug
âY/n, right?â
âThatâs me!â
âI just wanted to say you look stunning, love.â
You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much
You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOWđŠâđ˝â¨
Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London
Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it
Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want
Hotel? Trivago
The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother
You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight
You laughed and talked about thousands of things
In confusion, you had to see Ben again
As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,
âIâd like to do that again.â
âCall me when you want, y/n.â
So your âdatesâ became more frequent
Ben had the best ideas for dates
Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television
He made sure to spoil you
With gifts, literally and figurreitly
Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt
But it was not the only thing in your relationship
And it was!! Amazing!!
âYouâre so fucking beautifulâ as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it đĽşđł
Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart
Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end
He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything
and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN
No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you
He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh
You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together
It would always end with a cuddle session
Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!
You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!đđđ
LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY
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April Fools epilogue of part 3
 Horkeu Kamui: My Hero...
{FLASHBACK}
Dorm Room
Harumo:Â All right, you remember the plan, ?
âYes, i know the planâ
Harumo: Okay, but if i really DID have amnesia, then..
 â i know,......iâl use itâ.....
{End of Flashback}
{IKEBUKURO INFIRMARY}
After falling in a state of unconcousness, you were rushed to the medical facility of The Ikebukuro Guild, there, you can find all sorts of bandages,healing ointments, medical machinery, and other necessities that specializes in healing severe injuries due to the level of intensity each fight provided to the Bersekers bodyâs as they would come in everyday after a match, there you lay on one of their hospital beds and next to your bed is Kengo whoâs recuperating due to the number of punishment he recieved from the bloody exchange.Â
Harumo:zzzzzz....zzzzz
Shiro:Â Harumo....
Snow:Â Do not worry, the doctor informed me that they are okay now, they just need rest.Â
Shiro:Â I see, Thank you very much Snow,Â
Snow:Â Then.. I will take my leave, My darling Master summons me.Â
Snow takes a short bow and leaves, after that, the rest of the Summoners arrived with a bundle of snacks.
Ryota:Â Shiro, weâre here.. and iâve brought snacks for all of us. the food here looks really delicious.they have different kinds of roasted meat and they even have popcorn.
Moritaka:Â Â How are they doing Shiro?.
Shiro:Â Snow said theyâre fine, they just need some rest.
Ryota:Â Phew thank goodness.
Shiro:Â Thats a lot of snacks you bought Ryota, are you sure you can finish those?
Ryota:Â Donât worry, im always going to share my food and...also for Harumo and Kengo when they wake up. and when they do im going to surprise them with a yummy treat right in their mouths.
Toji:Â Lets hope they donât choke from it.Â
Kengo:Â raaa.aa..aaaa
Kengo finally opens his eyes and looks around to see everyone.
Kengo:Â Hey guys.
Shiro:Â Kengo!Â
Ryota:Â Hooray youâre finally awake!
Moritaka:Â Iâve got goosebumps from that fight just now Kengo, that was amazing!
Toji:Â Im glad youâre awake Takabushi.
Kengo:Â Yeah, yeah, looks like Harumo is still out.Â
Ryota: Donât worry, Theyâl come around sooner.
Kengo;Â Yeah, they always do.
Shiro:Â How are you feeling now?
Kengo:Â Â Uhh,.....ow!... just a slight back pain is all.Â
Shiro:Â Â I see
Harumo:Â MMMMMM, Uraghhhh,Â
You open your eyes and the first thing you see is the light ceiling facing directly at you. tilting your head and see everyone looking at you in relief and happiness.
Ryota:Â HARUMO! YOUâRE AWAKE!Â
Ryota moves in to hug you while in bed, not worrying about the pain that you felt when you moved your body to hug Ryota back.Â
Harumo:Â Hey guys!,Â
Shiro:Â im happy that youâre fine now Harumo, how are you feeling?Â
Harumo:Â I feel like my body was thrown back in forth.Â
Kengo:Â Hey partner, when we were fighting Macan, you summoned your sacred artifact.Â
Ryota:Â Oh yeah they did, so this means you remember everything?Â
Harumo:Â Â Hmmm, Owww! my head..... ohhh..
Moritaka: Hey.. Take it easy there my friend, youâre still resting.
Harumo:Â Â Well.... the only thing i remember is calling out my sword and then...all of sudden, i was holding two swords?
Kengo:Â Hold on, you can only summon one sword.Â
Toji:Â You guys probably didnât notice this, when Harumo had summoned his sacred artifact a mysterious blue sword flew across the audience and made its way towards Harumo,Â
Ryota:Â Then, someone must have helped them, but who.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â That will be me.Â
Everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of a muscular wolf, with a sword on his side,Â
Harumo:Â Â Check out those muscles!Â
Kengo:Â Hey Kamui, howâs it hangin.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â My Hero.. you have awaken, im glad that youâre okay.Â
Harumo:Â My hero?,,,,whoooo, i love the sound of that.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â ahh, ....im pleased that you think so..My Hero..
Moritaka:Â Horkeu Kamui !, It is an honor to meet you again.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Likewise Moritaka, are you training hard?Â
Moritaka:Â Indeed i am, i train everyday to improve my skills to become a magnificient warrior.Â
Horkeu Kamui:Â Im happy to hear that, also Kengo Takabushi.
Kengo: Yeah what is it?
Horkeu Kamui: Thank you for protecting my hero!, im eternally grateful for your protection on him.
Kengo: Yeah yeah, whatever.
A sudden punch landed on Kengoâs head.
Kengo: What the hell was that for!
Shiro: You idiot ! Canât you be a little bit nicer in responding to those kind sentences.
Kengo: What do you want me to say then, AHHHH!
Shiro: Im terribly! sorry for his rudeness, please forgive him, uhm sorry, but would you mind telling us your name?
Horkeu Kamui: My name is Horkeu Kamui, i vowed to protect my beloved Hero, whom im his sheath and shield.Â
Moritaka: Im amazed! Harumo, when did this all happen?
Harumo: I donât remember him, but i would love to be his student.
Horkeu Kamui:Â What?, my hero, do you not know me?
Shiro:Â Allow me to shed light on the problem.Â
Shiro explains briefly to Horkeu Kamui the unseeable situation that has happen to his beloved Hero. andÂ
Horkeu Kamui:Â I see... My Hero...im terribly sorry.
Harumo:Â MMMM, Thereâs nothing to be sorry about, also...Thank you.
Horkeu Kamui:Â F-For what?
Harumo:Â Youâre the one who gave me that sword remember,. i recognized you when i heard your voice back then.Â
Horkue Kamui:Â i see... then, how would you regain your memories then?
Harumo:Â I donât know, Shiro said If we go to places that iâve been to, it might make me remember something.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â I see,..then, can i do this then?
Harumo:Â Huh?, what do you mean.
Horkeu Kamui:Â This...
âmwahâ
Everyting turned white in an instant, as the lone wolf, known for being a teacher and guide for his students, kissed his beloved heroâs forehead, the onlookers could only look in shock as they could not have imagined someone as Horkeu Kamui would do such a bold move infront of people, The LUCKY BASTARD! could only sit frozen in place as he tries to process what transpired,Â
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â If you regain your memories again, if you remember this moment, then, i hope you remember my words.Â
He whispered to your ear, unabling the shocked audience to hear what his gonna say to your ear.
âI Love youâ
Moritakaâs ears twitch in shocked, because his hearing is much more powerful than it his to regular humans, as soon as he hears it, Moritaka could only watch and hear what transpired infront of him. even though his blushing from what heâd heard from the wolf.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â Well, Iâll be going now, i need to train. I pray for your success conquest my beloved hero.Â
Harumo:Â Y-yeah, i hope your training goes well, see you soon Horkeu Kamui!
The lone wolf waiked towards the exit, but you could clearly see a smile appeared on his face as he waiked out, and after that.
Ryota:Â OH MY GOSH!, He just kissed Harumo!Â
Kengo:Â Â We clearly saw it infront of us Ryota,Â
Shiro:Â Â I-i-im .....
Toji:Â Â Motoori?, hey, hey are you okay?
Ryota:Â Â Whoah!, Shiro turned white all of a sudden. are you okay.
Moritaka:Â Â Im, im also speechless of what just transpired !
Harumo:Â Â Yahooo!, score one for Harumo!.
You are overflowing with joy from the bold move heâd done, Shiro is having a breakdown sorta from the event just now, Everyone else is shocked in belief.
Meanwhile...
Horkeu Kamui is waiking on the dark halls remembering the match that nearly cost his beloved heroâs life,Â
Horkue Kamui:Â .......
With each step is a scenario from the match, especially the part where his hero almost got devoured, this image keeps on repeating on his mind, as he waiks he remembers it, he remembers when he couldât do anything to save him, even though he was present, Anger, sadness, rage filled him as he punched a pillar out of rage,Â
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â Why,....why didnât i do it?..They was there infront of me as i stood there doing nothing.... i donât deserve to be called his shield,Â
Feeling hopeless and sad in his thoughts,....he suddenly remembered what his hero said to him.Â
âThank youâ
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â *GASP*
Those words reminded him the time where he was training a hero before he appeared, as a picture of him and his student eating together, in the night sky, inside the little hut where they train,Â
{FLASHBACK}
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â Lets eat, Hero.Â
Hero:Â All right! finally meal time!, im gotta be skin and bones if i donât eat soon, so, THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!
He quickly eats whats on his bowl and picks up several pieces of meat infront of the table in a flash to satisfy his hunger and to replenish his spirit.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â Donât eat very quickly, or you might choke while eating.
Hero:Â Â *nam* *nam* sorry Sensei, im just really hungry.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â I know, but take things slowly,Â
Hero:Â Â Okay...
The night sky passes by as both of them have finish eating and went outside to look at the stars above, listening to the crickets calming sound, fires providing illumination in the entire village making it visible from a mile away as two onlookers look from the hill.Â
Hero:Â Â Wow! the village looks really lively from up here.Â
Horkeu Kamui:Â Yes, it does.Â
Hero:Â S-sensei, can i say something.
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â What is it?Â
Hero:Â Â Do you remember the time when my village was destroyed.?
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â Why do you ask that?
Hero:  Donât you remember,  you were the one that saved me.
 Horkeu Kamui:  And why do you say that?Â
Hero:Â The things is, Sensei..
His student takes a long deep breath and his teacher is waiting for his answer to his questions.Â
Hero:Â THANK YOU SENSEI !
THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME ! THANK YOU FOR TRAINING ME TO BECOME STRONG AND LEARN HOW TO FIGHT ! THANK YOU VERY MUCH SENSEI !
{END OF FLASHBACK}Â
Horkeu Kamui:Â You really are just like him, Harumo... i canât believe i forgot my other students as well, hmp, I thought they will be angry at me for leading them to their deaths, however,
Horkeu Kamui: All of them had the exact same expression as you are, as they went on to fight their enemies,  i fought alongside with them, and even when they are in the brink of death, they never looked at me with rage and hatred, but satisfaction and peace were what i saw when they took their last breaths, over and over,Â
Horkeu Kamui:Â Â I thought i was a cursed, that i will drive every student that i have, to their painful deaths.
But thats not the case anymore, every hero that i forged, chose the path of becoming a hero, they didn't complain to me, they didn't even quit, they instead went on to fight their enemies head on with no regrets.
 I can't believe i didn't realize it sooner, or maybe it was faith that today i will finally get an answer. Hmp, My Heroes....Thank you all, and most especially.
Horkeu Kamui: Thank you.... Harumo...... My Beloved Hero..
He stared from the second floor glass wall and looking at the group whom is taking care of his precious hero. as they waik towards the undiscovered land of Tokyo in the orange sky.
OKAY THIS IS THE EPILOGUE OF PART 3 BECAUSE I STARTED TO NOTICE A SOMETHING WHEN I WAS WRITING IT, AND I KNOW MOST OF YOUÂ ALL THINK THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE A FUNNY STORY AND ALL, BUT I AM AIMING IT TO BE FUNNY, AS ALWAYS THANK YOU ALL FOR READING IF YOU LIKE IT THEN LIKE AND IF YOU DONâT THEN......Â
THANK YOU FOR READING !Â
WRITER:Â THANK YOU FOR READING !
.HARUMO:Â WHAT THE ?!.....
#housamo#tokyo afterschool summoners#harumo#Mc5#summoners#horkeu kamui#april fools#part 3 epilogue#story#fanfiction
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I loved stickers when I was a child.
The ones at school, dozens and dozens of shapes; circles, triangles, squares, and the most prized ones, the stars, in all the colours of the rainbow. I clapped my tiny hands in excitement, when the teacher gave us those for an exercise.
The ones that represented the first kind of academic validation I ever received. Smiley faces and gold stars at the top of a white paper sheet, and the pride that swelled in my chest when I showed them to my mom.
The ones she would buy me, if Iâd been a very good girl, in those cheap activity books she found at the shop where she bought her cigarettes. I may have wanted her to indulge in her addiction, just so that sheâd come back home with a present for me.
The big ones my dad collected when that time of the year came round, with the names and faces of footballers on them. Anticipation consumed me every time he would rip one of the packets open, and we would cheer together when we saw a stickers we didnât already have.
The ones on bananas. I always laughed, as my clumsy little fingers grabbed them, before we were even out of the grocery stores, and I stuck them on my forehead. Labelling myself with a brand, an origin. Stealing the bananaâs identity. I showed my siblings how to press that old, nasty glue to their skin, decorating themselves, and they laughed too.
I loved stickers when I was a child.
I loved their shapes. I love their pretty colours, and the millions of things they showed me. I loved their glossiness, shininess, even, for some of them, the holographic ones, the ones I liked most.
I didnât love the frustration that scraping my nail again and again against the edge of them, trying to get them off their sheet, caused me, but itâs okay. I accepted it, because it was part of the deal.
I loved stickers when I was a child.
But in a way, I donât think I ever showed them that I did.
I was too indecisive. I could never commit to sticking them somewhere. I never knew whether the notebook, piece of paper, or whatever eccentric place I was considering as the forever home of my beloved sticker was the perfect place.
I wanted perfection, and nothing less.
So I admired them from afar, appreciated them silently, but I didnât let myself touch them, I didnât let them fulfill their primary purpose, I didnât let myself enjoy them fully.
But I swear, I loved the stickers.
I was just scared.
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Broken | Seokjin (M)
Seokjin x Reader | idolverse au, established boyfriend!Seokjin | Pining, rough smut, fluffy undertonesÂ
Summary:Â Free time is hard to come by for the two of you, but soon another problem arises in the form of his beloved bandmates.
Warnings: Rough sex, swearing, mature and explicit themes, wet dreamsÂ
Word Count: 4.9k
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Skin tingling with excitement and breaths coming out in short gasps, your hands found purchase buried deep within his thick strands of hair.
His lips melded themselves to your own while his fingers roamed your figure expertly. He knew exactly where to touch to turn you into a whimpering mess, and he would never stop learning. It was like your body was a panel of buttons, and he the curious child wanting nothing more than to find out what each and every one did.Â
âBabyâŚâ
The man slowly grinding his hips into your clothed core didnât respond to your plead. You wondered if his brain was too occupied, because you knew yours was surely gone. Your fingers traced the firm outlines of his abdominal muscles and travelled upwards to use his wide shoulders for leverage. You could hear his hurried and shallow breathing the more you swivelled your hips to create the desired friction.
Another moan tore from you when you felt his hands moving everywhere at once. Their familiar warmth cupping your aching sex attentively. You arched at the memory of his fingers trailing the sensitive outlines and openings.Â
âSeokjin, I need you,â You gasped, looking upwards but feeling frustrated that the shadows masked the face of your lover.
You reached forwards for him, eager to have him in any way you possibly couldâŚ
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Oh to hell with it all!
Reality was fucking harsh. You awoke with groan of disapproval and shifted your sweaty body around in the sheets hesitantly. Just as expected, you felt a certain slickness coating the insides of your thighs again.
This was literally the third sex dream you had conjured up in the past week or so. Each time you snapped open your eyes to find yourself cold and alone in your bed, you felt the wave of disappointment washing over you growing stronger. God, you missed him.
I just want him back in my arms. I just want him.
You sighed as you imagined the smiling face of your long-term boyfriend, the one and only Kim Seokjin of BTS. Life was pretty hectic considering you both worked taxing jobs, with him being a world famous idol and you being a full-time teacher at a private academy a fair drive away. Time had become very difficult for you both to find, but lately Seokjinâs had completely cancelled out when the band began promoting their new album overseas. After that, the bucket-loads of fame brought on caused even more difficulty and restriction on you both.
If it wasnât for the strong bond and resilience you both upheld, the relationship would have broken to pieces a long time ago.
You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and got up to start the day, trying to ignore the sexual frustration tearing at your insides. A tiny light winked at you from the screenâs surface.
âGood morning my love, I hope you slept well xâ
You felt the fluffy warmth spread through you as you reread his text again, but rolled your eyes when you thought about how you actually slept.
Should I let him know? It would probably cause problems.
You shrugged because caution had never been a part of your relationship in the first place. Direct teasing was what created so much of the chemistry between the both of you, and it was almost always much to the disapproval of the other members.
âGood morning! It would have been better if I was getting fucked by the real you and not a dream.â
You watched with an evil cackle as the three little dots appeared and disappeared several times.
âIâll have to tell my dream-self to do a little better. Itâll only be a few more days until Iâm the one breaking the bed again, sweetheart.â
You felt so pathetic for getting turned on by his simple cheesy text, but you were so starved at this point you couldnât really blame your brain for weakening. He was due to come back to Korea in the next few days, so you really wouldnât have to long to wait.
âSounds promising, Iâll order a new one tonight.â
You left the room chuckling quietly to yourself. The weight of his words usually proved fruitful, and the fact that you had both freed up a single weekend was exciting enough. This rarely ever happened so you knew you were both super keen to spend time together for two whole days in a row.
Itâs sad to think how even that has become special.
You settled down with your breakfast, already falling into the usual routine of your daily texting with Seokjin. He usually sent you all kinds of funny pictures with the other members, as well as beautiful photos of any places they went. You found yourself having your own private tour each and every day, and you always thought about how caring he was to take all that time out for you.
Not for long. Soon, (Y/n), soon you wonât need to see anything but the bedroom.
You really needed to clear your sex-driven mind.
~
The door swung open and you threw yourself into Seokjinâs arms without hesitation. He had arrived back late in the night and had already slept off most of the jet-lag before texting you to let you know he was on his way to your house. You had almost certainly jumped out of your skin in surprise, because even though you knew you were both longing for each other, you still hadnât been prepared at all.
âSorry babe, I tried to stop them but they wouldnât listen,â Seokjin grunted lowly into your ear, and you tried your best to stifle a shiver at the sound to think about the words.
âNoona! Itâs great to see you!â A voice boomed, and you leaned back from the broad chest of your boyfriend to see Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok filtering in behind him.
âGuys, oh! How have you been?â
You moved to give them all friendly hugs, hoping to mask your utter shock. You glanced behind to see Seokjin gritting his teeth in cleverly hidden annoyance, but you knew him too well for it to be completely invisible. There were slight bags underneath his beautiful brown eyes.
He probably didnât even tell the boys no, knowing how much theyâve wanted to visit lately.
You invited everyone inside and offered drinks immediately. The fun chatter built up and you left the bustling boys to themselves to go and get some water for them. If you had known they were coming and staying for a while, maybe you wouldnât have been so quick to throw on the horribly risky lingerie set youâd bought a few weeks ago.
Soft footsteps sounded behind you and suddenly your body was being turned around to press backwards into the kitchen bench. You ran your arms up to loop around Seokjinâs neck, grateful that the kitchen was walled off from the other guys and their watchful eyes.
âI wanted to come here alone,â Seokjin exhaled, seemingly in a daze as he moved one of his hands down to grasp loosely at your waist. You ignored the fire spreading from his subtle touch and craned forward to press a loving kiss to his plump lips.
âI missed you so much, I wouldnât care if you brought your whole fanbase with you.â You blinked pointedly.
He cracked a smile and pressed another tender kiss to your lips, the wet sound echoing through your mind jarringly. You knew if you focused your attention on his uneven breathing you would lose what little control you had left. It was bad enough that he had started to push his body further into yours as the seconds drew onwards.
âI havenât had you in so long,â he sighed and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to lean in and close any distance you might have had. You felt the heat pooling in your lower regions like some kind of dam had broken. His needy and darkened gaze called for your touch and attention loudly.
â(Y/n)-noona? We brought you a gift from America, do you want to open it now?â Jiminâs voice called from the living room. You realised with a jolt how filthy the current scene would seem, as Seokjin almost had you sprawled out on the surface of the bench. You probably wouldâve let him take you right then and there too.
You looked at your beloved boyfriend knowingly before squeezing his biceps in reassurance and pushing off the edge of the counter. His loud disappointed sigh basically summed up your entire mood, but you knew you still had the whole upcoming weekend to yourselves.
âComing!â You smiled tightly, preparing to walk out with the glasses of water in hand.
âWell fuck, you could be,â came Seokjinâs irritated mumble.
You tried your best to fight down the sparks of arousal at hearing his angry rasp behind you, but it was all pointless in the end. Your level-headed boyfriend bickered with others quite often, but when he was actually angry, boy that was another story.
Last time you had seen him that worked up, it had been over how he couldnât get a certain dance move right even after hours upon hours of practice. He had come over with all his muscles tensed up from the building fury, and when you had offered to relieve his tension, he hadnât hesitated on fucking you hard into the early hours of the next morning.
Thatâs a memory I should not be thinking of right now. Next thing Iâll be dropping to my knees right in front of the boys!
You shook your head, trying to concentrate on the words Jimin and Taehyung were speaking as they described each perfume they had discovered and brought back. You were so grateful for their thoughtfulness and thanked them so many times for the presents, but your eyes kept wandering to where Seokjin was sitting with his legs crossed conveniently; his eyes averted and fingers tapping to a random rhythm against the arm of the couch.
It had been way too long. It was almost too much for you to stand being in the same proximity as him, and even if he felt the same there was nothing either of you could really do except wait it out.
~
Your panties were soaking as you smashed in the code for Bangtanâs dorm. Seokjin had been constantly riling you up for the past hour over text, and now that you had finally managed to make your way over things were very heated for you. Your fingers trembled with adrenaline and you cursed when you accidentally punched in the wrong number more than once.
He had managed to score the whole dorm to himself for a small amount of time. This was an absolute triumph, because even though you had both freed up the weekend, escaping the members was truly another task in itself.
âJin I-â
âBaby Iâm so glad youâre here!â Seokjinâs noticeably forced shout caused you to stop in your tracks. The shock tightened its grip as you realised you definitely werenât alone.
Your boyfriend sat on the couch surrounded by his smiling bandmates who were joking amongst themselves, but you knew by his painfully apologetic eyes and conspicuously placed couch cushion that this hadnât been planned at all.
âHey noona, we finished practice early so we could have a movie night!â Jungkook greeted as he jumped up to hug you warmly. You just couldnât let the disappointment hang around for long when this bunny made an appearance.
âHey Kook-ah.â You smiled sharply, trying to edge away from him so he wouldnât accidentally feel what you were wearing underneath.
Fuck, Seokjin knows what it looks like tooâŚ
You locked eyes with your boyfriend and you both silently conveyed a sorrowful message.
Yes, you would need to do some more waiting apparently. Children were high maintenance, but you knew if this wouldâve gone completely your way you would have dragged him into the nearest bedroom and ridden him like your life depended on it.
Sometimes he was just so caring it hurt; quite literally in your case if your weeping pussy had anything to say about it.
âUm, so what are we watching?â you asked through clenched teeth, smoothing down your skirt in hopes of hiding any âevidenceâ. You looked up again to see Yoongi slouched deep in his armchair and felt your heart thump when his piercing eyes flickered from you to Seokjin knowingly.
Shit, I forgot how perceptive this guy was.
You could see the hints of a half-amused smirk tugging at the rapperâs lips, and the fact that Seokjinâs cheeks were reddening gave away that he had noticed too. You had no time to feel the mortification creep up on you since the younger ones were already dragging you towards the couch.
âWe picked a great action one, youâll love it,â Taehyung rushed excitedly and barely even gave you time to comprehend what he was saying.
âSorry we havenât got enough room on the couch,â Jimin clicked his tongue, eyes scanning the room intently for a spare spot. You smiled and opened your mouth to say you were fine on the floor, but someone slipped in before you could speak.
âItâs fine, she can just sit on Seokjinâs lap like she always does. Theyâre together after all,â Yoongi suggested while craftily masking his intentions under a smile. You saw the way the smirk still poked through his guise all the same.
This sneaky bastard.
But you would admit, this had created the perfect opportunity to tease your boyfriend a little. Usually you wouldnât hesitate at the chance, but this time you knew you would probably suffer just as badly. Seokjin met your eyes and gave the tiniest shake of his head in warning, there was no way he would be able to handle himself if your ass was pressing itself against his rock hard cock.
âGuess thereâs nothing wrong with that.â You shrugged and watched as Jinâs expression crumbled into one of darkness and defeat. You knew exactly what was in store for you, and you loved it.
Yoongi covered the bottom of his face with one hand to muffle the chuckle threatening to break past. You smiled towards Hoseok and Namjoon on the other couch before strolling over and glancing down at your boyfriend with lidded eyes. He opened his arms for you, just as usual, but you felt the vital difference as soon as you sat down onto his muscled thighs.
A deep exhale brushed past your ear as he shifted underneath you, and every inch of your skin tingled with heat as you felt the prominent outline twitch suddenly. He was so aroused it was almost too much for even you to bear.
âPlease try to stop moving, please (Y/n),â he blew into your ear almost silently. You couldnât suppress the shiver that racked your form at the sensation of his breath, but this only caused a tiny grunt to fall from his lips. Damn, you were both way too sensitive to each other tonight, and Yoongi knew it too. The sly fox only sat there watching you two with the biggest shit-eating grin you had ever seen.
âOkay itâs getting good, everyone be quiet from now on.â Jungkook brought a finger to his lips, bunny eyes gleaming with enthusiasm as he grabbed Taehyungâs arm and ran to sit back down on the floor. Seokjin had his head bent forward to rest against your back as his whole body tensed up. You knew he was struggling to keep himself together.
â(Y/n) Iâm about to lose it, stop fucking moving.â He shuddered as you unintentionally moved to get more comfortable. You just knew he was about to reach the breaking point, but he would regret everything if he exposed you both so quickly, so you reached to squeeze his hand in reassurance.
âNot here. Come over after the movie and weâll make it real good,â you leaned down to whisper almost silently into his ear so nobody else could overhear. His lip was bitten as he registered the words, the tension from the implied promise hanging thickly in the air. If he had really wanted to calm himself down he wouldâve sat on the floor himself not even minutes in.
You almost squeaked when he rolled his hips slowly upwards just once. Just small enough so you could feel what was waiting for you, but not noticeable to anyone else in the room. Even Yoongi had shifted his attention to the movie and had forgotten about the two horny beings sitting on the couch barely two metres away. Â
Minutes flew by as you struggled to keep your attention anywhere else, but you kept failing time and time again.
âHey Jin-hyung?â
Your heart skipped a beat as Seokjinâs minuscule grinding came to a halt, a large breath trying to casually leave his lungs.
âYeah?â His low voice crackled slightly.
âNow that itâs over can you help me with that hour-long vocal training thing you were talking about?â Jimin asked as he got to his feet and dusted off his shirt from the popcorn pieces.
Wait itâs over?
You were aghast as you looked over to see the credits of the movie scrolling down the screen. You had literally been focusing on the hard outlines pressing into your clothed heat the entire time. Now the cold dread and disappointment lodged itself deeply into your chest as you looked back to gauge Seokjinâs response. Your underwear was nothing but a scrap of wet cloth at this point.
âArgh! Fuck this!â
To your utter surprise, you felt two large hands swooping down to pick you up somewhat roughly. Everyone else gaped as Seokjin yanked you into his chest and marched furiously towards the hallway where his bedroom was. You were left to helplessly cling onto his neck as he abducted you away from everyone else.
âWhat was that about?â Hoseok was quick to pipe up, wondering why his eldest bandmate had gotten so agitated. Jimin quickly held up his hands to show his innocence, but Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged amused glances.
âIf I were you, I'd go plug in your headphones.â
~
You were breathing heavily as Seokjin kicked open his already ajar door, not even caring if he made enough noise to alert the whole building.
âAre you okay babe?â you huffed, watching in amazement as he proceeded to close the door by knocking it with his hip sharply. He didnât utter a word and only growled before throwing you onto the bed.
Excitement crawled up your body as you were suddenly being pressed into the mattress, his lips were on you in an instant, hungry and desperate. Nothing could be heard but your occasional gasps for air as the primal urges took over.
He needed to have you, and you needed to have him inside you as soon as possible. You positively ached for it.
âSorry, I just canât waste time right now,â Seokjin grunted, eyebrows still furrowed from the irritation lingering in his mind. You knew this look. This was the look, the one that had gotten you mercilessly drilled for hours on end. Your heart almost stopped at the strong surge of arousal licking at your abdomen.
âNo foreplay needed, Iâm flooding myself right now.â
He locked eyes with you for one electrifying moment before licking his lips and pulling you close to his heated body. Without warning, he plunged one hand underneath the edge of your skirt to search for proof of your words, and your lusty whimper mingled with his pleased moan as he ran his fingers along the dripping entrance he found there.
âFuck, I could slip in so easily.â
You eyed the prominent bulge growing even larger in his pants, but couldnât act because you were now both too busy undressing yourselves. He was as ravenous as a starved dog, and there was barely a moment where he wasnât marking your skin or leaving wet kisses in his wake. You couldnât keep your hands to yourself either, and the sinful noises falling from him only drove you onward.
You let out a breathy moan as he flipped you onto your stomach roughly. You caught sight of his tensed muscles briefly, and you knew he was so worked up it was insane, yet exhilarating at the same time.
âHow will you take me?â You moved one arm to sweep your hair over your shoulder, letting him see the entire expanse of your arched back and rounded ass on full view.
âWow, just like this. I canât make it slow tonight, I want to fuck your brains out (Y/n),â he almost whispered, voice low and raspy with desire. You didnât need to see his eyes to know they were filled with a familiar fire, but the thought caused a fresh wave of need to hit you full-force, and suddenly a trail of your own hot wetness slid down your thigh.
âMy God, are you trying to kill me?â He groaned and you heard the breath leaving his lungs harshly. The ripping of the condom packet made you jump in anticipation. You arched your back further and sighed, completely ready for this bundling ball of pent up frustration to unleash his wrath onto you and your pussy.
His hand smoothed down your back and you felt the tiny hairs rising at the sensation. This upped sensitivity was going to be the death of you both, and you knew he could also tell by the way your thighs trembled with longing.
âHead down, my love.â
With that he thrust forward and made sure to follow through with a smooth grind of his hips. You cried out in pure pleasure as his length eased past your soaking folds with little resistance. You shifted backwards to meet him, but still winced at the somewhat tight fit. It had been a while, but at least you had plenty of time to get accustomed.
âO-oh, oh thatâs good,â He moaned painfully above you, but you knew the serenity wouldnât last. He was too frenzied to stop at any moment. His hands were already gripping firmly at the tops of your thighs to spread your bent legs further apart.
A plethora of bruises later, but Iâm not complaining nowâŚ
You sunk your teeth into the nearest pillow as he began setting a punishing pace. Your walls were being battered by his cock, and he was hitting that sweet spot so rapidly you were already coming undone beneath him. You angled your body higher and couldnât help but moan wantonly at how he hit you in even deeper places.
âThis is for all the time we couldâve been fucking,â Seokjin growled through gritted teeth. âA whole weekend, this is a whole weekend in one.â
You widened your eyes at his words, feeling tears prick at the corners from the pure amount of pleasure building up in your core. He twisted you so you rotated on his cock to lay on your back again, and only groaned in approval when your head and shoulders were met by his headboard with a dull âthudâ.
âDonât hide anything, I donât care if they hear everything,â he breathed into your ear as he spread your thighs open once more, the surface of your skin visibly glistening with your fluids. He took in the sight eagerly before looking up with darkened eyes. You knew how completely messed up you were, but he looked pretty fucked too with his flushed complexion and shuddering breaths.
You opened your mouth to reply, but he shoved his thick cock back into your heat unexpectedly, and your words came out in a garbled scream. This new missionary angle felt even more deliciously sensitive and deeper.
âThatâs it,â he grunted, brows creasing in concentration as he watched every little contortion of your expression.
He fucked hard and fast, not leaving any room for thinking as you climaxed shockingly. Your thighs shook and your whole abdomen clenched as the orgasm racked your form. Your cry of relief could probably be heard by the whole dorm, but you couldnât let your mind wander to that when Seokjin picked up the pace again.
The feeling of your walls spasming around his length caused his common sense to fly out the window. He lowered his body onto yours so he could enter you quickly and easily, your beautiful and breathy noises edging him further to the edge he so desperately sought.
Your shoulders and back continuously edged further up the headboard as he pounded into you. You could vaguely hear the banging of the wood against the snowy white wall behind, but your attention was ripped away as another orgasm abruptly bloomed and jerked your entire body into uncontrollability.
Seokjin reached up to still your shoulders, throwing his head back in complete ecstasy as he allowed the slow rhythmic rolling of your muscles to send him over. He groaned loudly as he came, abdominal muscles tensing as he breathed deeply and gently moved his hips to ride out the finish. You were a sight to behold below him, eyes closed and swollen lips hanging open in blissful shock. He watched in admiration as your clammy body continued to jolt occasionally from the aftershocks.
No words were spoken, but you felt his lips against your skin through the haze clouding your mind. He tenderly trailed the outlines of your neck and jawline as if saying âthank you, Iâm sorryâ. You only gasped as another wave of sensitivity coursed through you from head to curled toes. You could still feel the heavy weight of him nestled inside you, but you didnât want him to leave.
âYouâre always so good to me baby. I needed that.â He sighed and almost reluctantly pulled out of your soaking folds slowly. You whined as the sharp feeling almost brought you closer to the edge again, but the stimulation was just too much. He inhaled sharply in stunned disbelief and moved to calm you down with soft words of encouragement.
âI-I think thatâs the best sex weâve had. You were amazing and fuck, if that wasnât the hottest thing Iâve ever experienced,â You breathed out, eyes still closed and one hand resting over your eyes as you tried to see anything other than stars. His deep chuckle sounded from somewhere beside you as he got up to dispose of the condom. You sighed before also getting up to use the toilet and clean up a little.
âIf only we could go at it for two daysâŚWe waited for so long,â he murmured as you returned from the bathroom to see him pulling on some loose pants. You looked around and found one of his large shirts to throw on before climbing back into bed with him.
âWell considering how rough you were when you were angry, I wouldnât mind getting you like that more often.â You smirked as you cuddled into his chest, trying your best to ignore the dull ache flaming from your lower regions.
âWhat? (Y/n) if you wanted me to be rougher all you had to do was ask.â He snorted, reaching down to smooth away some of your hair and pull you further into his arms. You hummed as he pecked tiny kisses down your bare arm.
âWell, I guess I just found out.â
~
The next morning you woke a little earlier than usual. Seokjin still slept soundly as you smiled at the sight of his slightly parted lips and fluttering eyelashes. He was so adorable when he was like this, but then your mind flashed back to the smouldering heat within his gaze and the rough pumps of his hips last night.
Well everyone has their duality I guess.
You took a deep breath as you swung your legs out of the bed, wanting to prepare your boyfriend an amazing breakfast for making you feel so good the night before. You made it to the door with a little difficulty, but as soon as you tried to walk normally the ache flared from your vagina and you stumbled forwards into the hallway.
Your knees bent at awkward angles as you tried to shuffle down the passageway, wincing while keeping one hand clenched at your pelvis almost as a reassurance. Damn, he had seriously taken away your ability to walk this time.
You grunted in exasperation, yet somehow didnât completely hate the sore feeling. You looked up in determination to get to the kitchen but felt your breath hitch when you saw Yoongi and Namjoon sitting at the bench eyeing you in shock. Â
Shit, they just watched me amble down the hall like a newborn deer.
âUh, maybe you should get some rest (Y/n),â Namjoon suggested with a kind smile tugging at his lips. He had a half-eaten slice of toast in front of him, and you felt hunger bubble up in your stomach at the combination of smells.
âGod knows you didnât get any last nightâŚâ Yoongi mumbled and you stifled a surprised chuckle as Namjoon wacked his fellow rapperâs shoulder, utterly horrified. You leaned against the wall as they looked to you for a response.
âWell,â you began with a smug raise of your eyebrows. âIâd be lying if I said you were wrong.â
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