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hyuckilstan · 3 years ago

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Just the two of us - P.Sh

Pairing: Yandere!Seonghwa x fem!reader

Genre: smut, yandere, gore, horror?

Warnings: unprotected sex(it’s mentioned reader’s on the pill), fingering, oral (f receiving), lots of praising, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, petnames, drugging, dead bodies(like 3), manipulation?

Summary: You wanted to know more about your friend’s sudden disappearance. You didn’t expect the person you went to was behind it.

Wc: (exactly)4k words

a/n: It was supposed to be short but I got carried away lmao, also I’m low-key proud of this absvdgysyd. Not exactly proof read but Enjoyyy ;-;

Taglist: @amangooo, @yeo-hehet, @zen626, (lemme know if you wanna be added :3)

!This fic includes yandere and gore scenes so procceed with caution!

You sighed heavily before you rang on the doorbell in front of you, the house was in a secluded place, which took about 3-4 hours or so to drive to. You haven’t even got out of your own house for about a day or so, terrified by the news of your friend missing, it was weird enough for Hongjoong to not show up on the date that he himself asked you out on.

But when you left thousands of missed calls and messages and there was no response, it was too weird to leave it as that. Then days later, after hearing from his friends and families that they hadn’t seen him either, you filed a missing person report, but there was no avail on finding him. Where was he? You were extremely worried.

Your hand finally went up the door bell. The door opened revealing a very handsome man, if you remember correctly, his name is Seonghwa, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he’s the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, he was tall, had a nice built, his lips looks soft too....once you realised you were staring too long you apologised.

Seonghwa chuckles seeing you apologize, “It’s okay, nothing to worry about, I suppose I am a treat,” you laugh awkwardly not knowing exactly how to reply to him.

More about Seonghwa, he is Hongjoong’s best friend, you saw them a lot together, their bond was strong although it may not seem so with their bickerings. They have been friends for years so he must also be really affected about his friend’s sudden disappearance.

“Hello, Y/N,” he greets politely with a smile, “Hi, Seonghwa...right? You asked to meet, do you perhaps know anything new about Joong?” you ask already curious about what he has to say to call you up like this, you guys weren’t close, only a few hello(s) and how are you doing(s) here and there and that was basically it.

“Already asking about him when you’re not sure about my name?” Seonghwa was weirder than usual, his words came off weirder than usual too, you could only respond to him with dry awkward laughs. “I’m just kidding, yes it’s Seonghwa, come on in,” he says as he makes way for you to enter.

The house was huge, neat and tidy, a few paintings hung, adding a spark in the bland room, it was a normal large home you thought, although odd for only one person to live in. It was weird because as you walked and looked around you thought you heard him lock the door behind you, but you just shrugged your suspicion off.

Your eyes laid upon a door which you assumed was the basement, you couldn’t explain why but it gave you bad vibes, like it gave out an odd energy telling to not go in and keep out, if that even makes sense.

Seonghwa seemed to notice your eyes locked onto the mysterious door, you gasped when his hands squeeze your shoulders, “Is my basement door more interesting than I am? Besides I don’t think you would like to go down there, it’s quite cold down there.” His words ended with a playful giggle but you could understand that it was rather a threat than a joke or such, he was a very odd person but then again, aren’t we all to certain people.

“Anyways, make yourself home, would you like some tea?” he asks as you went to sit on the couch, “No thanks, I’m good,” you reply and he stands there, as if he’s stuck? For a while. “I just really came here to talk about Hongjoong...” you admit and Seonghwa gives you a wide smile, heading towards you.

“So let us, since Hongjoong is the main topic now I guess, go all out.” He sits besides you, and holy shit he was even more attractive the closer he got, it’s weird because for some reason you kept staring at his lips from time to time as he licked over it, you stared at his side profile and defined jawline as he would run his hands through his hair. Seonghwa was attracting you like a magnet.

“So, yeah, Hongjoong has been missing for a while, I thought he would come home over two days or so, but this is very unlikely for him.” Seonghwa nods, placing his hands on yours, it made you startled but you thought nothing of it.

“I understand how this would be hard for you, you know.....he talks about you a lot, ” he says and you hum. “Well what was the last time you saw each other?”

“Well.....I guess I should just say this, Hongjoong asked me out on last Friday so I was supposed to meet up with him for a date.” Seonghwa seemed to tense up the moment you mentioned the date, “Date?” his hands gripped yours a bit tighter.

“Yeah, I uh, but he never showed up so I thought he stood me up,” you say trying to ignore how Seonghwa’s hand was now situated on your lap, “I always thought he really cared for you, but perhaps that’s not exactly the case, you must’ve cried a lot all curled up in your place alone,” odd how that’s the first thing he says and it’s even odder how it was true.

“But he didn’t right? He went missing after that so-” Seonghwa starts caressing your thigh as he looks at you in an almost guilty manner. “Y/N, how do I tell you this, you might not even believe me but, I actually saw Hongjoong the day after. He came by to get his stuff.”

That shocked you to say the least, had you been stood up by your best friend who confessed to you with such sweet words, it can’t be, it must have been something else, that’s not Hongjoong and he would never do that.

“He must have a reason.” Seonghwa frowns, which again, you found really weird of him. “Still defending him? Or maybe it’s just the fact that you choose to cause you like him, either way it’s a shame because it seems that....” he starts leaning closer, his hands reaching further up your thighs, you could hear your own heartbeat seeing him this close, you should be pushing him away, but you couldn’t.

“He doesn’t know how to appreciate someone as gorgeous and beautiful as you enough,” he leaned onto you while you leaned back till your back sinked onto the couch. You held Seonghwa back by his chest, “Seonghwa, what are you trying to do-”

His frown lifts up in a smile as he leans to kiss you on the neck, you breathed heavily feeling him suck in your neck, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Sure you said that and all but deep down, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him, and it seems like he knew that as well.

You gasp once his hands suddenly cup your heat, where wetness started to soak your panties. “But it seems like your body thinks otherwise, pretty baby, let me just have my way with you and make you feel good,” he says finishing his sentence off as he nibbles on your ear, He looks at you, staring at your lips then to your eyes.

You nod timidly, another gasp leaving your mouth as he starts rubbing your clothed clit, “So lovely, my pretty baby is so wet for me,” he smiles. He gets off of you for a bit, pulling down your skirt along with your panties. He discards his own shirt, and holy shit it was quite the view.

“Staring again,” you realise that you had been staring again, you look away flustered just to have Seonghwa make you face towards him with his index finger. “That’s better, I want to see your face pretty princess,” this wasn’t supposed to be how you were going to spend the night. All you planned was to go to your missing friend’s best friend’s house to know anything you could about the disappearance, but now you may leave with nothing but wobbly legs and nothing but Seonghwa in your mind. But what if.....you didn’t even have the chance to ever leave the place again.

Seonghwa slides down, spreading your legs apart, staring at your wet hole with a satisfied expression. He giggles when you clench around nothing after he blows on your heat, “What a beauty you are, you always have captivated me, as if....you casted a spell on me,” he slowly slides two fingers in you as he watched a whimper leave your lips. “I didn’t think it was possible but, I fell for you the moment time I laid my eyes on you, love at first sight you could say.”

He starts fucking his fingers in and out of your swollen hole, curling his fingers and scissoring you. You found it hard to focus on what he was saying, too indulged in the pleasure he was delivering to you. “I grew jealous a lot, countless nights I spent thinking about how I could make you mine, and now you’re here, although you’re not mine, just yet, this will do cause I’m the only one to have you this way.”

A moan leaves your mouth as he starts picking up the pace, even adding another finger. “Your moans are so pretty, come on, don’t hold back darling.” His hand reaches up under your shirt, pulling it off of you, and you let him, unconsciously bucking your own hips onto his fingers.

He chuckles adoring your body as pathetic whimpers leave your mouth. He unclasped your bra easily and his hands cup your breasts, playing with them as he continues to push his fingers in and out of you in a fast pace.

“All I want is you, your pleasure and your happiness Y/N. God you’re so beautiful, falling apart just by my fingers,” you whimper at his words, a familiar knot starting to tighten. All you could conclude from what he’s saying is that Seonghwa has watched you, observed you, and probably, most likely have loved you from afar.

Just as mentioned before, you guys don’t talk much, you did try to but Seonghwa would get too shy, walk away making an excuse, often leaving you confused and wondering if he really despises you, well you guess that’s not the case because who would have thought he was such a freak who just seemed to like you very much, he did a good job hiding it too.

You clench around him knowing you were already close to your high, he keeps your legs spread, starting to kiss you on the lips and soon your juices coat his fingers, “What are you-” you weren’t able to complete your sentence when he started slurping your juices clean, his tongue entering your hole now, hitting as deep as he can.

Your hands try to find anything to grab, finally landing on his hair, gripping on his soft hair as he pulls you closer to his mouth by the hips to explore deeper into your hole. “Oh fuck Hwa” it was so hard to contain your moans, not like you needed to as you were in a very secluded place, so you moan out his name once his hand starts rubbing on your sensitive bud.

He eats you out like a man in hunger, devouring you like you’re his last meal, he was really desperate to make you feel good and you could tell cause it worked, he was giving you so much pleasure it was mind blowing, your eyes rolled back and your back arched as his face was buried between your thighs, filled with content to be eating you out.

“So pretty,” he mumbles against your core making you hum feeling the vibration hit you right to the point that it pushed you further to your high once again.

Meanwhile he kept sucking on your folds, lapping his tongue in and out, the wet slurping sound, his hums and groans, and your whimpers and moans were the only sounds filling up the quiet room.

Everytime you tried to close your thighs he would land a slap on them, which reminded you to keep them spread. “So, fucking, delicious,” he says between sucks on your folds, your grip on his hair tightens, getting so close to your climax again.

“Seonghwa I’m gonna-” again, you didn’t have time to complete your sentence as your release flowed out of you without much of a warning, he licks up the remaining juices. Going up to your face to kiss you, now discovering your mouth with his tongue coated with your release.

Once again, he starts kneading your breasts, earning a tired hum from you, “Just one more,” he mumbles in the kiss. His hands pull you closer by the neck to deepen the kiss. As his other hands fondle with his belt, hurriedly taking it off along with his pants with not much problem while doing so.

Your own hands found their way to his waist, grazing your fingers down, palming the prominent bulge under his briefs. He lets out a shaky breath when you wrap your hands around his length taking it out of its confinement, giving it a few pumps, smearing the pre cum with your thumb.

He pulls away, giving you the chance to finally catch a breath while he was busy positioning himself to your entrance, you look at him with tired eyes, eyelashes batting at him lazily. “You’re so beautiful, I might not be able to control myself,” he cups your face, kissing the corner of your lip.

You let out a choked moan when he suddenly bottoms out in you, starting to move immediately, your hands held him back from moving, still too sensitive from your previous climaxes.

But his hand holds you back from doing so as he grips you on the wrists tightly, putting your hands on top of you. You moan out loud of overstimulation and pleasure, and he leans to kiss you on the lips, shoving his tongue in, “Sorry, I really couldn’t control myself, don’t worry, I’ll make it feel good.”

And he did, his cock hit you in all the right spots as he snapped his hips against yours, skin slapping together, while the sloppy kisses on your lips or neck distracted you from any type of too much stimulation.

“You’re so tight, you feel so good wrapped around me just like I imagined you would, so beautiful, so lovely, so pretty.” He throws his head back thrusting into you with an inhumane speed, while you stayed there, a moaning mess as he keeps you in place, preventing you to squirm under him too much.

“Hongjoong doesn’t deserve you, I do! Say it! Say that you belong to me!” he shouts, slapping your thighs and you let out a rather loud moan. “I said tell me that you’re only for me! You’re mine, you belong to me!” You were somehow scared but the way you were so aroused overshadowed the fear.

Not thinking much of it, you obeyed him, “I- I belong to you- only you.” He grunts, his nails digging into the flesh of your waist, your breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust he delivers in you, your throat would be sore by the next day since his name came out your mouth as loud moans.

Curses left out of his mouth and yours as well. Seonghwa slowly started to lose himself, that was the effect you had on him, he can just go crazy sometimes, well all the time but he had mastered how to conceal them.

“All for me, Hongjoong loses, I win, you’re mine,” he says with a psychotic smile on his face, which you would see if your eyes were not shut closed, you didn’t think much of what he said again, just thinking he’s just too in the moment so you kept enjoying how well he was fucking you.

Still being sensitive, your next climax started building up in no time, “Fuck I’m so close now, I really want to come in you,” he says, a pinch of desperation present in his tone as his thrusts start getting sloppier, and him starting to let out more low grunts and groans.

“I’m on the pill Hwa,” your sentence comes out shaky as you inform him, he starts kissing your collarbones, you could feel the smirk he wore against your skin. “I’m so happy, you’re doing so well for me baby,” he suddenly starts picking up his pace. Another release floods out of you like an ocean and you also feel Seonghwa’s shoot into your hole, painting your walls white.

He pulls out as you lay there breathless, the beads of sweat on his skin shining like little pearls, it made him look ethereal. Once he also catches his own breath from the electrifying release he moves the hairs stuck to your forehead to see your face properly.

Seonghwa caresses your cheeks lovingly, leaning down to kiss you, but this time round it was more of a soft peck on the lips. Your lips stretch in a weak smile, you had forgotten about Hongjoong for now, just like he wants you to. Your consciousness gives up on you and you soon fell asleep under him totally worn out.

“So cute, sleep well princess.”

Was that just a dream you wonder, but once you woke up naked under a blanket on the couch all cleaned up, you realise it wasn’t. The sudden realisation makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment, no way you just fucked your best friend’s friend who you knew technically nothing about.

Yes, it dawned onto you, you never really knew Seonghwa liked, except you which he made sure you knew. You didn’t know what he liked, his hobbies, what he does for fun or just what he does in general.

Your eyes lay upon the same door the time you entered the home again, but this time, the door was open, you looked around too, walking around the rooms, but you didn’t see Seonghwa, leading you to a conclusion that the only place he could be is under there.

You slowly get up, putting on your clothes that were neatly folded on a table besides the couch. Once you were done, you creak the door open, it led down to a dark basement, it was pitch dark so you searched for anything that you could find as a source of light, you searched for your phone, cursing out when you realise you forgot it at home. All you saw in your sight was a flashlight nearby.

You switched the flashlight on, using the poor but bearable source of light down the steep stairs. “Gosh who even built this place.” You reached the basement and it was your not so ordinary dusty basement, it was clean and well organised, you suppose Seonghwa likes to keep things neat and tidy. You searched around for a light switch and when your did find it, you switched it on.

The single light bulb shone brightly, brightening your view. “Seonghwa?” you call out his name, but nothing. Your eyes lay upon a white door, unlike anything else in the house, it was dirty, so it peaked your interest and curiosity.

You slowly head towards the door, to find it unlocked, maybe the term “Curiosity kills the cat” was something you should have kept in mind, because the horror you saw behind that door was nothing like you have ever seen.

Your hands roamed around for another light switch and once you did find it, your blood ran cold once you saw the view before you. You remember that face anywhere, Choi San, a guy you had met online, who you grew really close to, another one, Kang Yeosang, your tutor who you never heard of again after graduating. And of course, Kim Hongjoong, your childhood friend who disappeared on you.

All three men had one thing in common, they all had romantic interests in you, and they all disappeared. San disappeared before a meet up, Yeosang disappeared before you could meet up for a graduation party where he promised to buy you dinner as a congratulations for actually being able to graduate. And Hongjoong.....who asked you out after about 12 years of unbreakable friendship.

And now they had another thing in common, all three were laying dead on the floor.

You felt sick, you had to get out of here immediately, stumbling in your steps you faced back running away, but bumped into someone.

“Where do you think you’re going princess?” You’re met with Seonghwa’s eyes that glared into yours like a maniac, that’s right, he is, it doesn’t take long for a normal person to realise that the only plausible thing is that he was behind all these disappearances and murders.

“Let me go you psycho! I swear if you don’t I’ll call the cops on you!” you run past him and he lets you, you tripped on your way up the steps a few times, trying to reach the front door as quick as you could. While Seonghwa followed you walking behind you in a calm manner.

Goosebumps ran through you body when you could not open even the basement door, panic rising in your body, cold sweat falling down as you heard Seonghwa’s footsteps near.

“Please just let me go,” you cry out, falling to your knees. A muffled scream leaves your mouth as a cloth covered over your mouth, as your eyes closed slowly, falling asleep.

“I didn’t really want this to happen, but it can’t be helped I guess....sweet dreams princess.”

Your eyes fluttered open, groaning with a headache, you tried to hold your head, but you couldn’t move. Turns out, it wasn’t like a dream you hoped it was, it was very much true. You were tied up in a chair, not being able to move. You looked around, finding yourself in the same room as those three dead bodies, except this time the bodies were gone.

“You’re awake,” your eyes widen hearing that voice, your heart quickly picking up its pace. “You monster,” you sob and he just laughs at you. “Sorry about taking so long, three bodies aren’t exactly easy to handle, especially by one person you know.”

You were shocked how such a person could exist, but one big question came in your mind. “Why?” Seonghwa raises his eyebrows at your question, getting on his knees before you, he tsks when you refused to look at him.

But he forces you to do so, “Wanna know why? It’s cause I love you, and these people? They were crossing their boundaries, getting too close, thinking they have a chance with you.” He starts laughing, tears pool in your eyes, genuinely scared of the person Seonghwa turned out to be.

“Or...it was you who decided to get too close to them, so that would make you....the reason they died.” Your eyes widen again, tears stained your cheeks, shaking you head, “It wasn’t me, it was you, you killed them.”

He gets up with a huff, walking around the small room, “You can say that to yourself, but soon you’ll be able to accept it.” Maybe its true, maybe one day you will actually blame yourself for these deaths, if you even make it alive, who knows?

Your brain went numb, how can he do such a thing, especially to his best friend, he killed his best friend for the sake of “Love” who knew what else he could do.

He lifts your chin up kissing on your lips, while you’re unable to push him away, “But on the bright side, its finally.... ” he licks over your lips as he pulls away.

“Just the two of us.”

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lila-skies · 3 years ago

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come back, come home.

prompt: the journey of bringing back baji keisuke and hanemiya kazutora to their home, to their found family.

pairings: tokyo manji x female reader (platonic relationship)

word count: 9,517 with six scenes. ((god i got carried away))

warnings: canon divergence, spoilers, character death, swearing, angst without comfort through and through. also no proofread lmao + WORD VOMIT !!! expect a lot of narrations than dialogues. possible grammatical and typographical errors.

"i quit."

"i'm leaving to join valhalla."

"from now on, first division's captain, baji keisuke will be toman's enemy."

baji's words during the toman's meeting are still ringing in your ear, and they are making your head spin. quit? valhalla? toman's enemy? it doesn't make sense. you try and you try to look for reasons why baji uttered those words you never expected he'd ever do. baji has always been an unpredictable one, but you’ve always managed to see through him. why can't you do it now?

you try. you have been trying ever since he walked away from the meeting, but you just can't find any. so here you are, trailing behind him and calling his name over and over again to find out why.

"keisuke!" you shout, your strides bigger than usual to catch up to baji as quick possible. "keisuke, what the fuck was that?!"

it was supposed to be chifuyu following baji now because he said "this is my responsibility as the first division's vice captain." you stopped him though, stating that all of you don't have any idea what's running inside baji's head. there must be something wrong with mine then, you think. it wasn't chifuyu who followed baji but you when, in your own words, you don't have any idea what's wrong with the person you're following.

however, you think this is something you should do, as someone who's being considered as tokyo manjikai's only pillar. being the only female member in toman, the position automatically belonged to you. the brain, the meditator, the pillar, the bridge; anything that will keep toman united and prevent its downfall. you name it.

you think it's complete bullshit, though. because if you really are the pillar they think you are, then you wouldn't be put in this position, in a dark alleyway filled with silence, baji's back facing you. you wouldn't feel as if there's a huge wall between you two when you two have always been inseparable. pillar, my ass.

"go home." for the first time since you followed baji, he speaks. "go back to toman."

"i'm not going back until i hear your reason, keisuke," you tell him, determined. "no, scratch that. i'm not going back until you come back with me."

"i won't. so just go home," baji says, his voice sharper than usual. "i'm not going to save your ass when something happens to you."

"i don't need to be protected!" you yell, your frustration already getting the better of you. "i only want to know why you're lea—"

it was so quick that you didn't even have the chance to react. baji threw whatever the thing that was near him moments ago with full force. you didn't get hit, though. baji has always been like this, short-tempered and does whatever the fuck he wants. still, you know, no, you trust baji that no matter how foul his mood is right now he will never lay a finger on you. not even a strand of your hair.

perhaps, it's the sole reason why you decided to follow baji yourself. trust. that's the only thing you have right at this moment. trust that baji won't do anything to hurt you, that he would confide his thoughts to you.

that he would walk back home with you and meet the higher ups of toman, laughing his ass off like he didn't announce in front of everyone that he's going to quit.

"keisuke, i'm your friend! if you have anything you wish to tell me that you... you," you pause, taking a deep breath. physically, you are strong that you can take down guys twice your size. however, when it comes to toman, it gets hard for you to control your emotions. they are, after all, both your strength and weakness. "If you have things you can't tell the others, you know i'd be willing to listen."

baji stands before you, face stoic. you're not afraid but rather, the discomfort in your chest is starting to grow seeing how the baji in front of you doesn't even look like the baji you know. a completely different person, it's the aura that baji's giving off.

"let's go home, kei-"

"oi. what's with this drama?"

your words were cut off when you heard a familiar voice that you haven't heard for so long, coming from behind you. could it be...? is that the only reason why baji's here? to meet with him?

"long time no see, kazutora." your suspicion was proven to be true the moment baji mentioned his name. with wide, hopeful eyes, you slowly turn around to see for yourself. and there he is, leaning on a wall with both of his hands resting on the back head, looking straight at you. his hair is longer compared to last time you saw him and with yellow highlights now. you wonder, is that the only thing that changed?

"kazu-chan," you call, the nickname rolling off your tongue just right. "how have you been?"

"y/n-chan." hearing kazutora say the nickname gave you hope that everything will soon fall back to the right place, only to be shattered the next second. "baji's right. you should go home. we are enemies now, aren't we?"

kazutora walks past you to go to baji. as for the latter, he hasn't said a single word after greeting kazutora. you notice that kazutora's wearing a white jacket that doesn't look like a normal jacket— a gang jacket. but you hope, hard, that it isn't. because you waited a long time for kazutora to go out of juvie and make him wear his toman jacket again; you've kept that jacket with you all this time. you try your best to persuade toman into bringing kazutora to where he originally belongs, to toman. they're still reluctant, mikey especially, but you really can't blame him. still, you like to believe that there's an improvement in each day that you do.

you wish it's warmth instead filling your body as you stare at baji and kazutora, with the latter slinging his arm around baji, making baji support all his body just like before. but it's dread. because you don't have any idea what's going on. for some reason, it's making you feel hopeless.

if there's one thing you're sure of, it's that you know it won't be easy fixing what was once ruined. just a few days ago, you only have kazutora to worry about, but now you have baji. it's going to be a one hell, long of a journey bringing them back.

"i'm not going to say it again," baji warns, trying to intimidate you with his voice alone. "go home. i'm going with kazutora."

"you heard him, y/n-chan," kazutora points his finger at baji who's already walking away. "he's going with me."

pathetic and helpless, that's what you think of yourself right now as you can't do anything but to watch them leave. you hate it, the sight of toman members' back facing you and then vanishing from your sight the next moment. how many times have you seen that? first was with kazutora, when he was caught and brought to juvie; second was with pah-chin, when he gave up himself after stabbing the leader of moebius; third was just a few hours ago with baji and now this. how many more times do you have to go through this?

baji and kazutora reach the other end of the alleyway without looking back. you wish they did, though. so they would realize that you would wait for them to come back no matter what, in any other circumstance. the flickering lights from the lamp post hands you the opportunity to take a glimpse of kazutora’s jacket. and you wish that it didn’t.

valhalla.

it’s been a week since baji left toman. no one in toman knows yet that you followed baji that night, that you met kazutora and the two of them are in valhalla. these idiots. you know they’ve been worrying about baji since that night, they just choose not to let it show, that’s why you don’t want to say anything about it yet. partly because you don’t want to add any more stress on them and partly because you really don’t know how to break it to them.

mitsuya, the ever observant mitsuya, takes notice of your silence. at this point, you should be screaming ‘stop it!’ now and tackling mikey down for being so rowdy. you were even accidentally hit by a water bottle in the head because nahoya, who’s behind you, asked mikey to throw him one, but you didn’t even flinch. chifuyu doesn’t know you went after baji that night but he can tell.

they all know something’s going on with you, but they don’t say anything, just waiting for you to open up yourself.

you find yourself looking at takemichi and when your eyes meet, the boy only gives you an awkward smile before looking away. mikey mentioned in passing that he asked takemichi’s help into bringing baji back from valhalla. in return, mikey will demote kisaki as the third division captain if he succeeds. you can’t help but think about it, will takemichi be enough? will he be able to convince baji? baji is stubborn, takemichi is the same, so maybe it’s possible for him to cave in with takemichi personality alone.

but will it be okay to make takemichi do all the job? you are toman’s said pillar, and if there’s anyone in toman who should bring baji back then it’s you because it’s always been your responsibility. ironically enough, for someone who’s deemed to be the bridge that connects all the members, you can’t think of a way to do something about the rift slowly growing between the people important to you. so you suppose, it would be fine to ask for takemichi’s hand from time to time.

"kazutora’s in valhalla.” mikey’s room that was a mess just a few seconds ago is now silent, and their heads simultaneously snap at you. chifuyu and takemichi have their mouths agape, the smile in nahoya’s face faltered a bit, while the rest have their brows furrowed. except mikey, he’s the only one who appears to be calm after that revelation of yours. he’s always been like that.

mikey settles on the floor, in front of you and asks. “how did you know that?”

“i... it’s because i...” you hesitate for a moment, feeling tense with all their eyes focused on you. toman’s always been over protective of you even if they know you’re capable. “... i followed baji that night.”

“you followed baji?” with a frown on his face, draken repeats, making sure that he heard that right. you can only scratch the back of your head and whisper a quiet, ‘yeah, i did.’

“y/n,” mitsuya calls from one corner of mikey’s room, his voice gentle yet there’s still a hint of him being vexed. “what you did was dangerous. weren’t you the one who stopped chifuyu from going then?”

“i know, i’m sorry,” you say, genuinely. “it’s just, i thought too highly of myself. i really thought i could bring baji back that’s why i went. wait, no, i didn’t mean chifuyu wouldn’t be able to do it if he was the one who went, but it’s just... i really...”

you are already scrambling to find words that won’t hurt anyone, and chifuyu, who’s the nearest to you only runs his hand on your back to soothe you. he understands what you’re saying. besides, he knows that he doesn’t even have enough confidence on himself that he could do it.

“i just thought it would work out more if i went instead. but as you can see, it didn’t. i’m sorry.” while you’re already too used with sputtering apologies whenever there’s an inconvenience within toman, they aren’t. because what the hell are you apologizing for? it’s not like it was your fault that kazutora killed shinichiro or pah-chin let himself get caught. this one too, it’s not your fault that baji didn’t want to go back with you that night.

your eyes scan the room, gauging everyone’s reactions for the last time before leaning forward to mikey, placing both of your hands on his shoulders; the action obviously caught them off guard.

looking straight into mikey’s eyes, you smile a bit. “mikey, i’ll do it myself.”

“huh? what?”

“i’ll bring baji back from valhalla.” mikey notices the way your face soften before you speak again. “... and kazutora. i’ll make them come home.”

“no way in hell!” souya stands up from the sofa, the usual angry look of his is more intense this time. “all alone? that’s dangerous!”

“not alone!” you retort, letting mikey’s shoulders go. “i’ll ask takemichi to lend me a hand.”

takemichi blinks at you, confused then points at himself. “me?”

“yes, you.” the answer you gave takemichi didn’t even help him a bit to understand the situation. “i need you for this, takemichi. you might be able to convince baji more than me, and... and when we succeed with baji, you can leave kazutora to the both of us.”

draken slams his hand on mikey’s table, making everyone flinch. you already knew that it wouldn’t be easy for you to see eye to eye with them. with draken, most of all but what else can you do?

“hold on, hold on,” draken says, pointing his finger at you. “why are you asking for takemichi’s help already? have we allowed you to do it?”

mitsuya nods. “baji would be fine, but we don’t know anything about kazutora now.”

“kazu-chan is still kazu-chan!” you cry, immediately silencing the debate going on. you don’t even know where you got the confidence to say that. heck, you’re not even sure if the person you met a week ago is still the same person a few years back.

but you can’t give up on him now, can’t you?

their blatant disagreement on your proposal is knocking you sideways. you’ve never felt this helpless before while you only stand in the middle of mikey’s room, fists clenched on your side. if this continues and they manage to convince mikey who hasn’t said anything about it yet, you’ll never be able to do it. the thought of not being able to do anything makes your stomach churn.

as a last resort, you turn to mikey, only to find that he already has his eyes on you. you really can’t tell what’s mikey’s opinion about it as his face remains to look indifferent. the eye contact went on for a minute or two before he broke it, and that’s when you found the answer you were looking for.

“takemichi, make sure you’d help y/n when she needs it,” mikey turns to takemichi. “i leave her in your hands.”

“mikey!” the others shout in unison except chifuyu who’s smiling at you, admiring your determination.

“what are you so worried for?” mikey asks, looking at you then back at the others. “i’ve always trusted her. aren’t we on the same boat?”

“it’s not just about trust! of course, i do trust her but.... haaaah.” draken sighs, admitting defeat. he already knows there’s no way words would go both into yours and mikey’s heads.

“however, there’s a condition.” of course, you already expected that much. “bring them back before we fight valhalla. they will probably schedule a fight sooner than we expect. if you don’t manage to do it before then, i won’t allow you to join the fight. are we clear?”

in short, you don’t have an exact deadline. the fight could happen a month from now or it could be three days from now. that’s what makes it hard but still, it’s better than nothing and completely losing baji and kazutora to valhalla.

“i’ll help, too! but only if y/n-chan would like me to,” chifuyu announces, grinning. you nod at chifuyu, returning back his smile. the boy could be very useful to you since after all, he was baji’s vice-captain.

the others could only glance at you with concern, thinking that they really can’t do anything to stop you now. still, they put all their trust on you like they always have.

this time for sure, you’ll live up to the name tokyo manjikai, your found family, gave you.

it’s one in the afternoon, and you’re supposed to be attending class during this time. and yet here you are, sitting under the sun outside of an abandoned storehouse. you lean your head on the wall behind you as you try to normalize your breathing, eyes tightly shut.

you’ve been in the same spot for twenty minutes now, and you’ve never stopped praying for it to stop already since you arrived. chifuyu sent you three messages earlier before you went here. the first one said that baji wanted to meet with him; the second was the location of the storehouse; and the third was an apology and to trust him. as soon as you received the third one, you immediately ditched school. why would chifuyu apologize? what is he planning to do? there’s no way he’s joining valhalla, too, right? you trust chifuyu because just like you, he’s desperate to have his captain back. but still, it scared you.

when you arrived at the said place, there you saw baji on top of chifuyu, throwing punches directly in the latter’s face as if chifuyu isn’t one of his most trusted ones. chifuyu doesn’t even bother fighting back, he’s just lying there on the ground, letting baji do whatever he needs to do. you couldn’t stand the sight, you had to run away and stay somewhere far where you won’t easily be seen, but near enough to hear what’s going on inside. immense guilt swallows you whole knowing you left chifuyu alone like that. you can handle yourself, sure, but after weighing the pros and cons of barging in, you realized it's impossible for you to fight more than fifty guys alone. your only consolation is that chifuyu told you himself to trust him, so that’s the least you could do.

resting your head on your knees, you bring your hand on your chest, clutching onto your uniform tightly that your knuckles are turning white. and for the first time since baji left, you let your tears flow. how long has it been since you tried fixing things? you don’t know anymore. the only thing you’re sure of is that you keep on failing every time you try. the rest of the members don’t ask you how’s it going, careful not to put more pressure on you. when they see you with a dejected look in one corner, they already know the answer.

it’s embarrassing, to say the least. you were so confident on that day you proposed this whole thing to mikey, and yet there has been no progress. to make matters worse, you overheard a conversation earlier that valhalla will soon challenge toman for a fight.

the noise coming from the storehouse gradually quiets down. you take that as a cue to take a peek at the entrance, and you see takemichi going out, guiding the almost lifeless chifuyu.

“chifuyu! takemichi!” you yell, running towards them. takemichi welcomes you with his eyes wide open as he never expected he’d see you here. all by yourself, on top of that.

“y/n-chan? what are you doing here?” asks takemichi. you stand next to chifuyu, bringing his other arm on your shoulder, so both you and takemichi can support chifuyu together.

“I received a message from chifuyu earlier and i—”

“ohhh, what do we have here? a girl?” you move your head to the side to at least have a glance on who it was. the voice oddly sounds familiar.

“it’s hanma,” takemichi whispers. “the one from moebius before.”

“takemichi, do me a favor and hold chifuyu for a second.” chifuyu moves beside you, giving you a quiet ‘don’t’ while grabbing the sleeve of your uniform. “i won’t do anything,” you assure them both, especially chifuyu by tapping his hand.

swiveling your body, you face the group of people. it really was hanma, with baji and kazutora beside him. the shock on baji’s face was gone before you could even see it.

“what’s this? challenging us for a fight already?” hanma asks, simply mocking you.

“do you think i’m dumb?” you ask back, unamused. staring down at you, hanma raises a brow but you remain unfazed. you’re really not one to easily intimidate. “you clearly have the upper hand. that’s a little bit unfair to me, isn’t it?”

“so your business here is....?”

you point to chifuyu. “to obviously pick him up before he dies of blood loss.”

but since you, a toman member who’s currently in a valhalla territory, wouldn’t it be a waste to let the opportunity slip? the next thing you know, you’re being surrounded by them. you can hear takemichi panicking behind you, mumbling to himself, while chifuyu reaches out to grab your hand. still, you stand there with your head held high to get your message through: that you’re not as easy as they expect you to be. if chifuyu and takemichi notice how your hands tremble while holding the former’s hand, they won’t say a thing.

“but isn’t she toman’s beloved princess?” someone asks from the crowd. “so if we do something to her, then wouldn’t it be easier to crush toman? if she’s really as important as what the other gangs said.”

your eyes automatically land on baji, and you’re certain you saw his eyebrows twitch at that. does that mean he still cares? valhalla members start to holler, and you couldn’t catch what they’re saying except ‘crush toman’ and ‘get her’.

a guy approaches you and with the sharpest glare you could muster, you're glowering at him. “this little girl is so tough, isn’t she? exactly my type.” chifuyu pulls you by your hand, making you stumble a little. however, the guy in front of you continues to walk forward.

the guy extends his arm towards you, his intention as clear as day and that is to touch you. using your free hand, you slap his face — hard, that it left a mark. “don’t fucking touch me with that hand.”

“and if i do?” to provoke you even more, he asks. takemichi holds your other hand, silently telling you to stop by squeezing it.

“there’s only one way to find out,” you egg him on, wearing that smug smile both baji and kazutora are familiar with. it means you're ready to fight back; you miss it for the second time, how baji's and kazutora's expressions turn into concern.

the guy stares at you in disbelief, obviously didn't anticipate how you can appear to be this unbothered and do something reckless like slapping him. he takes your words, though and attempts to touch you again.

“she’s weak, it’s useless,” baji interrupts before the guy could lay a finger on you. “let’s just go.”

“yeah, baji’s right. the rumor going around her being strong is false,” kazutora adds, pulling the guy away from you. “if you really want to have her then defeat toman, so you could have her all by yourself.”

to your surprise, no one in valhalla seems to question the action of baji and kazutora. not even hanma. you steal a glance at the two of them, their faces void of any expressions. but you know that deep down, they did it to protect you, especially that they’re aware you’re ready to knock the living daylights out of the guy messing with you. and if you did, the answer is right in front of your nose.

before baji and kazutora could walk away from you again, you shout their names as loud as you can that you feel your throat burning. “baji keisuke! hanemiya kazutora!”

they don’t dare to take a step forward, but they don’t bother to face you either. but that’s fine, you only need them to listen. “i swear i’m bringing the two of you back to tokyo manjikai no matter what it takes. when you’re back, i’ll make sure i’ll be the one handing out your punishments!” and then you make your way to where chifuyu and takemichi are, so the three of you could go home.

to wait for baji and kazutora to look at you is useless because they won’t... is what you thought. but they did, and this time around it’s the two of them watching you fade from their view. they couldn’t help but stifle a laugh because you are something else. you really are a member of the tokyo manjikai for a reason.

attending this specific toman meeting is the last way you wanted to end your day. mikey's standing before all the toman members with draken beside him like the usual. you can't even bring yourself to lift your head up and meet eyes with mikey or with any of the higher ups because you're so ashamed of yourself.

"tomorrow, we are fighting valhalla!" mikey declares, his gaze fixated on you which you can't see, given that you have your head hanging low and your eyes closed. the blonde signals to mitsuya, ordering him to check up on you.

you feel a hand slip into yours, and you see mitsuya smiling at you the moment you opened your eyes to check who it was. shame starts to take over your whole being once again, so you avert his lilac eyes even if they are much more comforting today.

"you did well, y/n," mitsuya mutters, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "we appreciate your effort, you know?"

"i... i didn't do well,"

for the past few days, you refuse to believe that you didn't succeed, that's why you didn't want to attend this particular meeting because it will only serve as a big slap to your face, crushing the little delusion you have in order to comfort yourself. however, with mitsuya consoling you like this, you can't help but to concede.

"baji and kazutora would've been here with us if i did well, but they're not, takashi." your words led to mitsuya holding you tighter, hoping that it will be enough to stop your shaking. "and... and tomorrow you guys will..."

"ssshh, sshhh. it's okay, y/n. calm down," mitsuya shushes you as he puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. gently running his hand up and down your arm, he says. "you already did your part. it's time we do ours now, no?"

the higher ups' eyes including takemichi’s have never left your figure since they caught mikey gesturing to mitsuya. they're unable to stop themselves from wondering just how heavy the cross the moniker ‘toman’s pillar’ is making you carry? just how under the gun were you the past two weeks for you to tremble in mitsuya’s arm like that, your lower lip in between your teeth and bleeding? is it their fault why you’re like that? is it because they gave you that nickname they never thought you would try your best to live up to?

“prepare yourselves for tomorrow!” it’s draken speaking up, but his voice was a bit softer, his own way of comforting you. “it might get a bit dangerous so be more observant tomorrow!”

you want to cover your ears, you want to run away and go home and fall asleep because maybe this is all just a nightmare. maybe the whole thing starting from baji leaving toman up until now are just part of a long, horrifying dream.

a snicker reaches your ear. you turn to mitsuya and hakkai to check if they heard the same thing but based on how focused they are on mikey, they probably didn’t. suddenly, the conversation you had with takemichi yesterday crosses your mind, saying he can’t tell you the reason why, but kisaki is dangerous and that he shouldn’t be in toman. it was enough for you to cast your eyes over the said guy and seeing how there’s a manic smile on his face, it was obviously him.

without thinking things through, you go over to kisaki, catching everyone’s attention. even mikey’s who was about to finish tonight’s meeting.

“kisaki tetta.” it’s inevitable for people taller than you to look down when you’re in front of them, and you’ve experienced that a lot of times. but seeing kisaki do the same annoyed the shit out of you.

for him to be on the same eye level as yours, you pull him down by his collar with a scowl, your eyes blazing with anger. “why the fuck are you laughing? do you think this is funny? why don’t you stand the fuck up on where mikey is right now and tell everyone what you find so entertaining about this!”

“y/n,” mikey calls you, his voice stern. a warning. however, you, who let the overwhelming frustration you have triumph over your usual bright nature, could only brush mikey’s admonishment off.

you let kisaki’s collar go, making people assume that you’re done with him, only for you to grab his face and hold it in between your hand. he winces at how your nails are digging on his skin, but you don’t move an inch, eyes still staring directly at his. the lower members quiver in terror for this is the first time they’ve seen you like this —you were always smiling and laughing, playing around with the higher ups and always greeting them with enthusiasm. kisaki is taller than you, enough to tower over you — but now, it’s like it’s you towering over kisaki with your presence alone.

kisaki raises his hand abruptly, with the intent to push you away from him, but you hear nahoya’s voice from behind him. “oi, kisaki. if i see one crease on her clothes, i’ll make sure to put a crease on your face.”

“if you have plans on bringing tokyo manji down, i suggest you stop now. because if i catch you with my own two eyes, mikey won’t be the one making you vomit blood as you kneel for everyone’s forgiveness, it will be me.“ you hiss, putting emphasis on the the last four words.

you only notice draken's near you when you feel his hand patting your shoulder as he whispers ‘let him go now, y/n’. so you oblige and let kisaki go, albeit harsher to his liking that he tumbles sideways.

looking over to your shoulder, you continue to speak. “apologies for disturbing the meeting, mikey. you can suspend me from attending for as long as you want.”

mikey ended the meeting soon after that little scene of yours. the truth only dawned on you then, that you weren’t able to bring baji and kazutora back before the fight with valhalla. you would talk to mikey and draken to try and win them over, so you can join in tomorrow. but with the fuss you caused earlier, you already accepted that it wouldn't be possible.

“y/n-chan!” chifuyu sneaks beside you with a grin. “you were so cool earlier!”

“really, ‘fuyu? you’re not just saying it to make me feel better?”

“no, y/n-chan! you were really cool!” says takemichi, who’s now walking beside you, too. “kisaki was scared shitless!”

“he really was, wasn’t he?” you laugh, in contrast to how you acted moments ago like your eyes alone are enough to open up the gates of hell. “i’ve never liked him. i’m only tolerating it because i trust mikey.”

“but, y/n-chan, why are you going this far?” takemichi asks. he’s genuinely curious even if he already knows the answer as to why. the past days that he was with you, takemichi witnessed how strong you are, physically and mentally — always shrugging the uneasiness with a smile. “if you don’t want to answer, it’s fine!”

“why, you ask? hmmm...” you trail. the other members are a few steps ahead of you, falling about the place laughing at mikey who's standing there like it's the end of the world, his dorayaki on the ground. you only have one answer.

"because toman's my family," you say with a smile; the biggest one takemichi has seen on you yet. "toman feels more like home than my actual home."

chifuyu and takemichi are well-aware of how much you care about toman, and they adore you for that. they think, no one else is fit to be toman's foundation but you. all the other members, higher ups or not, would agree to that, that much is for sure.

you stop walking to sling your arms around their shoulders, pushing their heads closer to yours. "so tomorrow, bring baji and kazutora back for me, yeah? let's complete this family."

"we will!"

"thank you for helping me until now, chifuyu and takemichi!"

and then, you went on ahead, leaving chifuyu and takemichi behind. for some reason, your figure slowly disappearing from their sight didn't sit right with them.

you made a promise to toman when they paid you a visit hours before going to where the fight will take place that you would only stay at home, that you wouldn’t do anything reckless. the said location is only a few streets away from your house. the reason? so they could hang out with you after and immediately make baji and kazutora apologize to you, mikey said.

they didn’t leave without making a promise to you, too — a promise that they won’t let your efforts go to waste by dragging baji and kazutora’s asses back to, according to you, where they should be, here in toman. and if they did, all the credits will still go to you because it was you who suffered the most. you really don’t need the credits they told you about, but you were still thankful, nonetheless. draken said you should only relax and let them do their part now, so they made you promise again to do your new part — staying at home.

you were supposed to be in the confine of your bedroom, binge watching dramas or sleeping while waiting for them to come over just like what they advised you to do. they wouldn’t make you wait for a long time, why were you so impatient?

you’re supposed to open the door of your home for them later, the distress visible on your face dying down as soon as you see baji and kazutora with them. their bruises are supposed to be treated by you while being scolded for not being extra careful, but you would still handle them with gentle care. but why instead of them, you were the one who got wounded?

all of you are supposed to spend time together after this fight just like how they promised you... that’s what’s supposed to happen. and yet, you’re here, in the place you weren’t even supposed to be in, lying on the cold, dirty concrete. the white shirt you’re wearing is steadily being painted by red —by your own blood.

“who the fuck had the gun?! this isn’t some killing show, dude! bullshit!”

“call the ambulance! call the ambulance!”

“go and look around, try to look for the culprit!”

you hear different voices around you, people panicking and running around. even if you’re in the same place with them, they sound so, so, far away from you. for some reason, you can’t hear the voices you want to hear the most.

ever since you opened your eyes this morning, an unsettling feeling, like a foreboding of some sort, never left your body. you were willing to brush it off and regard it as simple as nervousness as it was your first time staying in during a fight. that is, until you were cleaning your room, and you tripped on your feet, accidentally hitting the photo frame behind you. it was a toman higher ups group photo, and there was a crack on the glass, exactly on baji’s face.

the next thing you knew, your feet already brought you here. you instantly searched for baji in the crowd, then for the others when you saw baji can still fight. you found everyone, except for one person. kazutora. a mere five minutes, you only spent five minutes to look for the said boy.

and there he was, a few steps behind baji, holding a knife. your heart was in your mouth the moment you saw kazutora rushing towards baji. everything’s already a blur from there, but you’re certain you stood in front of a shocked kazutora, shielding baji. and then the next thing you can remember, two consecutive gunshots were heard. you wanted to yell, to tell them that they were not supposed to bring a weapon in a fucking fist fight. however, before you knew it, you were falling on the ground.

based on the knife that’s beside you, the one kazutora was holding, you managed to prevent him from killing someone and baji’s possible death —there’s no trace of blood on it. had you been a minute late in finding kazutora....

“y/n? y/n?” baji calls you, his voice small that it almost sounded foreign to you. you can feel different hands, trembling hands, tapping every part of your body.

slowly, you open your eyes. everyone’s looking at you with tears, and you wish you have enough strength to wipe their tears for them but you don’t. god, you can’t even lift a finger. not too far away from where you are, you hear mikey losing himself; pouncing on all the valhalla members he sees, kazutora included, screaming ‘i’ll kill you all’ with all his might. from the corner of your eye, you can see mikey beating up kazutora, while the latter only allows him. you don’t want to see that, especially now that you��re in this situation.

“mikey....” swallowing the lump in your throat, you try to get mikey’s attention to no avail.

“y/n, don’t speak. please, save your energy. talk to us when you’re already out of the hospital, okay? please,” mitsuya pleads, his voice shaking. he’s always been the calmest one, you find this a little bit out of character, but it makes you feel warm somehow.

letting out a silent laugh, you suppose that maybe it’s time for you to bring out your trump card to save kazutora from mikey’s hands. you never thought you’d have to do it this soon, though.

“mikey... leader.”

everyone flinches hearing the title coming from you and just like you thought, mikey lets kazutora go. mikey has always wanted you to call him leader, but you always refuse. as childish as it sounds, mikey threatens you that he would kick you out of toman if you don’t do it at least once. you only ignore him, saying you would only call him that in your last breath. you had always brushed mikey’s requests and threats aside, so why now...? why now?

“leader...” you repeat, now that mikey’s in front of you. “did i do well... bringing baji and kazutora back?”

mikey wants to tell you that you did, but he finds it so hard to utter those three words. because how can he say that when the cost of your achievement could be your own life? but those words... he knows you're aching to hear them, so he tries.

“yeah... yeah, you sure did well,” he assures you, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “that’s why i said i’ve always trusted you, right? so stay awake, okay? you have to. we’re going to play and fight a lot just like before.”

“thanks, leader...”

if only mikey knew that this is how it would be like being called leader by you, he wouldn’t have pestered you then. he hates it. “stop calling me that already. didn’t you say you would only call me that when you’re dying?”

“but i am dying, mikey.”

“no, you’re not!” they all shout.

you, too, would like to believe that you aren’t; that some god will grant you a miracle to let you live more and be with them longer, but you know that isn’t the case. your vision is getting blurry, your breath getting more ragged in each second — the only thing stopping you from closing your eyes is draken lightly slapping your face. that, and that you still have a lot of things to tell them.

“oh. when pah-chin... gets out of juvie, tell him i said... welcome home, ‘kay?”

“tell him that yourself!” peh-yan barks. “we’re not going to tell him that, so you should do it!”

“nahoya, souya... peh-yan, i’m asking you to behave... take notes from hakkai.”

hakkai and peh-yan are still, while souya’s already leaning on his brother’s shoulder and crying. nahoya, on the other hand, is still smiling, but it shakes every now and then. it’s not like he finds this amusing because fuck no, it’s just he knows you like his smile a lot. so here he is, trying to prevent himself from making it so dreary.

“takemichi... chifuyu, thank you... we brought them back.”

the two who were with you the most during this small journey could only let out the tears they were trying to stop, can’t even tell you not to thank them. last night, they told you they would do in your stead, but as it turned out, it was still you who did it. for them, they’re not deserving of your gratitude.

“draken... takashi... sorry, i have to leave... all of them in your hands now.”

both draken and mitsuya are silent. either they’re trying to remain calm, or they already accepted the truth. the lilac haired boy has his hand on top of your head, his thumb caressing your forehead as gently as he could. it’s warm. you hope they can feel that warmth, too while their hands are on you and not how cold your body is getting.

“keisuke?” you call for him, who’s been sitting beside you all this time and holding your hand. “go home... okay? with kazu-chan.... toman will... they will welcome you with open arms... because that’s what i told them.”

baji nods as he puts your hand in between his, and you just know he’s holding it tight, but you’re already numb. “yeah, we will. we’re sorry for putting you through this, so hold on a little bit longer, okay? we will make it up to you. please...”

from a distance, you can hear two different sirens. one, from the cops; the other, from an ambulance. you listen to the sound of people frantically dispersing, of the motorcycle engines being revved at once. toman, on the other hand, remains frozen in their places. idiots...

“go now. can’t have... all of you entering juvie... right?” you tell them, but they refuse to leave you all alone because maybe... maybe you can still get out of here alive, and they’re sure you’d get so scared inside the ambulance without one of them holding your hand.

“i’m staying with y/n,” you hear kazutora say from somewhere. “this is partly my fault, so i will live with this burden forever. i’m sorry.”

“no, kazu-chan...” your voice, despite being a lot quieter than earlier, is still stern. "if you... if you go back to juvie again.... then who would bring you... cookies?"

right... right. the cookies the staff in juvie gave him every week, why hadn't he realized that those were from you? why did he think that you, of all people, would abandon him? if he had known about it earlier, then maybe things would've turned out different. if only he had listened to you at least once, you wouldn't have pushed yourself like that and meet your end like this. if only...

"it's not your fault." even if you're having a hard time catching your breath and you're coughing blood, you continue. "so... don't blame yourself... kazu-chan, 'kay? just go back to toman... whenever you’re ready."

the place that was just buzzing with excitement, followed by horror, is now dead silent that your heavy breathing and occasional sobs are so audible. it’s almost empty, you’re almost alone if it weren’t for the founding members beside you, on their knees. you try, although weakly, to reach out for mikey's hand one last time to say your last words. you don't want it to be your last yet, you haven't said everything you want to. but judging by the way blood comes out of your mouth rather than words, it's clear you don't have that much time left. your eyes are getting heavy, like they're begging you to finally give in and just... sleep.

"mikey... i'll be watching you create that new age... i promise."

with the last string of strength you have left in your body, you smile at them. at the people who once became your family — your people who made you feel what a blissful home is like.

you were always on pins and needles every time their backs were facing you then fade away from your eyes the next second. before your eyes shut close, you got to see it again — the five of them fleeing together, all their backs turned on you. for a split second, you saw their twelve-year old selves. they were laughing to their hearts content and suddenly turned around, waving their hands at you, as if they were calling you to come.

maybe it was because you were already hallucinating, or maybe it was just simply a reward for being toman’s pillar until you can’t anymore; that’s why the gods wanted to show you that for the last time. you wouldn’t have it any other way, though.

it wasn’t such a bad sight, after all.

it’s suffocating.

being formal like this, wearing suit and tie, and staying in a place full of grieving people as if they never disregarded your presence before. excruciating and infuriating. they would rather be in an intense fight, wherein no one would go home unscathed, all of them bruised and bleeding than be in this room. anywhere but here.

their eyes, lacking any type of emotions, are fixed on the middle of the room where you are right now — your framed photo and your casket. everyone, excluding kazutora, remembers that photo. it was taken during your last birthday. you have balloons in both of your hands, your face smeared with icing as they took turns putting one. but even so, you are beaming from ear to ear, enough to rival the sun itself.

you were always so perceptive, always noticing even the smallest details about them. but if there’s one thing you failed to notice, it’s that the only reason why toman felt like home is because you were there, spreading the warmth you radiate and rubbing it off on everyone. and now that you’re gone, they’re not sure if toman would ever feel like home again..

“baji, kazutora,” mikey stands up from his chair, looking over his shoulder. “let’s go. i’m sure she would like to see the two of you.”

baji and kazutora both contemplate until draken ruffles their hair, motioning them to follow him. so they do. is this the punishment you mentioned before that you would give them? you, inside a casket, while the two of them have no other choice but to look at you? this is such an unwelcomed punishment then.

“hey,” mikey greets your framed photo, as if it would respond to him. “do you see these two beside me?”

“we’re home,” baji whispers, his body shaking at this point. “we’re finally home. see?”

“we’re home... but why aren’t you here?” kazutora asks, eyes brimming with tears, his grip on the edge of your casket hard. “you were the one who waited the most, don’t you find this unfair?”

mikey tries to form a smile, even if it’s only small, while looking at your lifeless body. “i told you, didn’t i? you did well. the day you told me you would bring them back, i knew that you could do it. that’s why... i let you do it.”

“y/n, keep on watching us, okay?” they all ask, beg, you. before, whenever they asked you ‘can you watch my back for a sec’ during a fight, you would only laugh and say ‘no need to ask’. if you were here and alive, they know your answer would be the same.

one by one, they touch your framed photo, hoping that it was you instead and not just the you behind this small, cold glass. they know it’s impossible and that it will never happen anymore, but they would love it if they hear your gleeful voice, saying ‘bye bye! take care!’ as they walk towards exit, similar to what they always heard before whenever they drop you off.

“uhm... excuse me?”

a woman, maybe in her mid 20s, stops them from completely going outside. after gathering enough courage, she looks up at tokyo manji. they all can’t help but think that if you were only alive, this woman is exactly how you would look like if you’re already in her age.

“i’m y/n’s sister. you’re tokyo manjikai, right?” she introduces herself, fiddling with her fingers; probably nervous that she’s facing delinquents and a known one on top of that. but the fact that they were your friends eases your sister’s worries a little.

“uh, yes. we were her friends. how can we help you?” mitsuya politely asks. toman knew you never had a good relationship with your family, except for a sister who ran away from home. it’s probably her. she wouldn’t have approached them if it wasn’t her.

“do you mind if i tell you different stories about my sister? i’ve always wanted to meet her friends,” she says, smiling. a tear went down her cheeks, unnoticed by her but toman did.

they don’t mind. actually, they would love to hear it. all of it. at this point, they would take anything they can get just so it would feel like that you’re still beside them.

so, they let your sister talk her heart out. it seems like she didn’t have anyone to talk to the past few days with how she’s just rambling about you, rarely pausing to take a breath. she tells them stories of you when you were a kid, about how you used her eyelash curler when you were five and got all your eyelashes cut off; how you fell off the tree and dismissed it like it was nothing but cried when you got home, saying you were not pretty anymore because your forehead was swelling; how you got bitten by a dog and you almost bit it back if she hadn’t stopped you. all the stories she told were all embarrassing, really. but toman appreciated it, it’s like your sister is trying to distract them from their sorrow.

“ah, if she was here, she would’ve pulled me by the collar now,” your sister says, wiping the tears on her eyes. from too much laughing or from mourning, they don’t know and they don’t ask.

“nee-san, did you know that she collared one of our members before?” chifuyu asks. and yes, your sister asked them to call her nee-san because she said would miss hearing someone call her that. “she was really cool!”

your sister rises up from her seat, shockingly asks back. “really?! that girl really...!”

“yeah, she did. the guy got so scared of her that night. he couldn’t even look her at the eye after that.”

“it was a guy?!”

“it was a guy, nee-san! and taller than her!”

your sister could only let out a laugh. between the two of you, you were the bold daughter, while she’s always been the softer one. she even wondered before if it was only normal or something’s wrong with the two of you because she thought your personalities were interchanged.

“she’s always been stubborn, you know?” her voice sounds a lot more somber now, and toman remains quiet. “always telling me that she would protect me and she would kick everyone who will make me cry, even if i’m ten years older than her.”

sounds like you, alright.

“when i found out she died, i wanted to pin the fault on all of you.” toman feels their breath hitch because of the sudden confession. but she lost you, they can’t blame her. “but then i saw you earlier, truly grieving her loss unlike our other relatives. i’m sorry for doubting you. kindly accept my apologies if you want to.”

“nee-san, you don’t have to apologize,” draken guarantees. “you were her sister, after all. we understand your sentiment.”

“and besides...” mikey starts, his eyes going from one member to another. “it’s true that somehow, we are also to blame for her death. it’s because we failed to protect her when we all swore that we always would.”

“guess we’re on the same boat, no? we all let down the person who did nothing but to protect us.”

“we’re sorry, nee-san...”

your sister waves her hand, turning down their apology because they didn’t have to. “no need. but you know, she wouldn’t like it if she hears us saying things like this and blaming ourselves. so make sure this is the last time we will, ‘kay? or else she would visit us in our dreams every night.”

the thought of seeing you again, even if it’s only in a dream, is soothing— a dream wherein you’re all smiles that your eyes could replace the crescent moon in the night sky, or wherein you would tell them off for being too rash but with just one joke, you would crack and fool around with them; or wherein they’re fighting and they would feel reassured because you’re there, or just you in general. even if you just stand there, not doing anything else but breathe and blink, would be fine.

“ah. i have to go now, my friends are paying y/n a visit,” your sister breaks the short silence. “sorry for taking too much of your time.”

“it’s fine, nee-san,” baji says who still couldn’t meet her eye because apparently, your sister knew about baji and kazutora. “we appreciated it. hearing things about her we never knew.”

“i want to say thank you to all of you, by the way.”

“huh? for what, nee-san?”

“when i ran away from home, it probably took a toll on her. i felt bad for her, i really did, but i just couldn’t go back,” your sister starts choking back her tears again. “but i’m just glad that she had all of you until the end.”

“it’s nothing, nee-san,” kazutora speaks for the first time since they met your sister. “it’s because she was always there for us, never leaving any of us behind even if...” he stops there, looking away from your sister because of shame.

“thank you, tokyo manjikai. you acted more like a family to her more than our family ever did,” she makes her way towards each member, ruffling their hair. “you guys were her home, you know? that’s what she told me.”

“no problem, nee-san. but y/n loved you dearly, too,” mitsuya tells her, and she smiles. she was your older sister, the person whom you shared the same problems with so of course, she knew that.

“before i go, i have something to give all of you,” she pulls something from her bag — your funeral photo but in wallet size. “i know it’s kind of weird giving out this photo like this, but i thought you would appreciate it.”

they do. they really do that they could only stare at it and just wish and wish to let them see that smile in person once more; to give them the chance to make you smile like that again, and they promise they would take care of it better than they did before.

but that’s impossible. and again, they would take anything that they can get at this point. this photo would suffice.

“i was about to get a copy of a different photo, but i know that day was so important to her because she told me so,” she points at your photo then at all of them. “and you were the reason why she was so happy that day, that’s why i decided to give you that.”

“thank you, nee-san.”

“no problem! that’s the least i could for you after taking care of her in my stead,” she flashes them a smile, almost akin to yours. “live well and stop blaming yourselves, yeah? i just know she’s content now wherever she is.”

“thank you again, nee-san and we’re sorry.”

“just keep my sister in your hearts, that’s all i ask.”

keep you in their hearts, they surely would.

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 | [CHAPTER 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, fingering, littlest bit of dirty talk, praise!kink, soft soft soft FLUFF hours, a bit of a filler chapter before the last chapter!! 😭 I can’t believe it’s almost ‘over’... This chapter has the least amount of smut yall will ever see with fratboy!wonwoo so don’t get used to it ☠️ LMAO 🤣🤣 also... it’s been a garbage week(boring work drama) for me so I’ll answer inbox msgs and stuff on sunday, I need to get away from the internet(and people) for a day dkfjhskh 😭💕 Ya’ll thank you for so much love and support with Caffeine and Until I Met You! It means so much to me and I appreciate every like, reblog and comment I get on it 🥺💕 No I will never be ending my fratboy!wonwoo au so don’t worry about that hehe 💕 For now, enjoy this soft ch 4 and I will see yall on Sunday! I love you, have a great weekend! 💕

[mood for this chapter: more than enough - alina baraz]

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x

“So…”

Wonwoo sighs - re-shelving another Edgar Allen Poe book. “So, what?”

Mingyu tilts his sunglasses down, eyebrows raised at the older male that continues to do his job instead of give him the time of day. “What’s going on with you, hyung? You’ve been… weird.”

“Okay, define weird.”

The younger male pouts as he takes his sunglasses off, pocketing them as he leans up against the bookshelf that Wonwoo is currently still shelving.

It only takes one utterance of your name for Wonwoo to stop in his tracks - fingertips on the spine of another book as he turns to Mingyu. “What about her? Did she say something to you?”

“No, but do you like her? I mean, ‘like’ like her.”

“Is it not… obvious? That I do? Did we not all collectively have that conversation about me giving her a set of keys to our house?”

Mingyu grimaces slightly as he mentally goes through all the times he’d even seen the two of you together and he’s only able to conjure up a few select memories - none of which were anything necessarily romantic. “Well… I wouldn’t say ‘obvious’, I guess. The two of you aren’t exactly the ‘kiss and hold hands in public’ kind of... people. More like the, ‘sneak off to fuck in a public restroom’ kind... Which, uh, isn’t really... romantic.”

This time, Wonwoo crosses his arms and leans up against the opposite bookshelf as he sighs.

It’d been a few days since he’d seen you and you’d been swamped in so much class work that you didn’t even have the time to come by the library or the frat house. And even while Wonwoo stood in between the bookshelves having a conversation with Mingyu, you were finishing an art project with Minghao that was due by the end of the day.

“I know. I told her it’d be kind of a slow crawl for me.” He plucks another book from the cart, staring at the glossy text as he simmers in his thoughts. “Mingyu, am I awkward?”

“Erm, well, I wouldn’t say that necessarily.”

Mingyu steps forward, patting Wonwoo on the shoulder as he smiles.

“You like her and you’re trying even if you’re not used to it. You gotta start somewhere, hyung. Even if you’re a fish out of water. But that’s okay, you can ask me for help if you want!”

“When are you gonna put a ring on Wonwoo-hyung?”

You snort at Minghao’s question - reaching for a clean paintbrush as he stands across from you in the large, empty studio. “First of all, can you not say it like that? I’m not gonna marry him, okay.”

The male rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you; his own hands and clothes covered in a colorful array of paints. “So you’re saying you never imagined hyung in a suit, hair slicked back and his buff arms carrying you off into your honeymoon?”

“W--wh--n--no! No, I haven’t!” You avoid his piercing stare as you focus on your end of the large canvas instead.

No, but I dreamt about it once.

“‘Hao, would you hurry! We’re supposed to be collaborating on this and it looks… like it’s 5 different art styles.”

“Don’t change the subject on me. And anyway, I like what you’re doing to hyung. Breaking him out of his shell, y’know? He’s just shy, that’s all. Needs a little work in the bold department.”

You bite down the urge to laugh because to you, Wonwoo was everything but shy when it came to the bedroom. Although, Minghao was right with everything else. “Yeah, I know. We went for breakfast together after I, um, stayed over a few nights ago and he kinda just sat there zoned out, picking at his waffles. He’s really cute when he wakes up in the morning though. Pouty and whiny.”

Grinning at Minghao, he pretends to gag in response before taking a seat next to you.

“Disgusting. Tell me more.”

Wonwoo makes an effort to check in with you throughout the day before he heads back to his room - asking you if you’d had your meals and if you’d finished your project on time.

You’d answered sporadically as you and Minghao raced to finish.

‘I’ll eat late probably… rly gotta finish or else my ass is failing lol’

‘Just don’t forget, okay? It’s not good for you to skip.’

Wonwoo lays down in his bed; yawning as he sets his phone onto the nightstand next to himself.

His eyelids feel heavy and he’s quick to give in to the tiredness that takes over him once he gets comfortable.

When Wonwoo finally decides to shift during his nap, he finds it difficult and extra warm.

“Mmh…”

His bleary eyes adjust to the, now, slightly darkened room as he makes out your figure tucked underneath his arm. He calls your name softly - waking you up from the nap that you’d apparently joined him in.

“Mmh… Wonwoo…” You snuggle in deeper, voice still laced with sleep. “You didn’t even budge when I came in…”

He chuckles softly as he readjusts to spoon you from behind instead; his strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep your body flush against his own.

“I’m surprised you came by, sweetheart. I would’ve just stayed awake had I known you were coming over.” His voice is groggy and laced with sleep as you sigh softly in return as you blink away the sleepiness.

“How was your day at the library? Miss me yet?” Wonwoo smiles into your shoulder before he tilts his head up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Always, sweetheart. Although, Mingyu decided to keep me busy today.”

“Oh? Anything fun?”

He plays with the hem of your shirt, “Well… Fun isn’t the word I’d use to describe what that was. Nosy was more like it.”

This time you can’t help but snort in response. “You too? I think some people were being ‘lil moles today.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it. Did you end up just coming back here with Minghao from the studio?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, to be honest but… S’been a rough day.” Placing your hand over his arm, you squeeze slightly as you pull his arm around you tighter. “Our professor came by while we were working in the studio and said our project wasn’t up to par with what Minghao and I usually submit for projects. She didn’t fail us on the spot but she said we need to redo it for less credit or take the failing grade.”

Wonwoo nuzzles your neck; peppering small kisses on your clothed shoulder. “I take it the two of you are going to redo it?”

“Mm… We spent so long coming up with a concept and now we’re both stressed about coming up with something new. I walked over here with ‘Hao and he locked himself up in his room as soon as we got here. Figured I’d come hang out with you and found you napping… With your glasses on, no less.”

The two of you share a laugh; Wonwoo’s embrace making you feel more at ease.

“Can I help you de-stress a little, sweetheart?”

You stare at the opposite wall, nodding gently as Wonwoo’s hand leaves the hem of your shirt in favour of the waistband of your shorts.

“Just want you to feel good,” he whispers. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard, baby.”

He teases you softly; fingertips ghosting across your skin as you shiver. “Ah, Wonwoo…”

“You worked extra hard today too, didn’t you? I’m so proud of you for what you accomplished today.”

Your body heats up at his praise and you can’t deny that his deep, soft voice sends thrums of arousal pouring over your body just as he dips his hand into your lounge shorts. He touches you over your panties - fingertips ghosting against your mound as you moan his name shakily in return.

“I know your new idea is going to be great, baby. I believe in you.”

Soft whines threaten to spill as Wonwoo strokes you over your panties - slowly working you up as you find yourself trying to grind against his hand. “Y-yeah… ‘m p-pretty sure ‘Hao’s already working on it…”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as Wonwoo continues to stroke you gently; making no efforts to rush or add pressure to his feather-light touches.

A disappointed noise falls from your lips when he starts to pull his hand out of your shorts but it quickly turns into a content sigh when he starts teasing your chest instead.

“Mm, so soft…” Muttering against your shoulder, his eyes stare off into the dark room as he massages your body. “And all mine~”

You hum in response, “We should go on a date sometime…”

“You want to? We can go this weekend. After you’ve redone some of your project. I’ll take you somewhere nice for a job well done.”

You giggle softly; images of a wedding day’s Wonwoo dancing in your mind after the conversation you’d had with Minghao earlier. “I’d like that. We should do something for the whole day.”

“Whatever you’d like, baby.”

Wonwoo’s hand flits down your body again - snaking into your shorts and, this time, into your panties as you whine. “Do you wanna cum or go back to sleep, hmm?”

You ponder it for a second as the drowsiness equates the urge to cum on his fingers.

“Both? I wanna cum and then sleep a little more... If that’s okay?”

Wonwoo hums in agreement as his fingertips drag through your folds - collecting the wetness on them before he teases your soaked hole. “Only a little teasing gets you this wet, hmm? So cute.”

“Ah, f-feels good when you go slow t-too...”

He stores that away in his head for later; chuckling against your shoulder as he slowly starts to dip his middle finger into your cunt.

You feel warm and content when he starts a slow pace - thumb on your clit rubbing soft, slow circles while he pumps his finger into you.

“O-oh, Wonwoo...”

“You’re always good for me, baby. Always such a good girl.”

“Ah, Wonwoo...”

“You can cum whenever you want. You deserve it.”

He adds his index finger - thrusting both fingers into you as you mewl and arch away from his warm chest. Your toes curl and your thighs clamp and trap his hand between your legs as you start to grind down onto his nimble fingers.

“...W--Wonwoo...”

“That’s right, baby. Call my name, let me hear your pretty voice when your cumming for me.”

You turn your head - cries muffled into his pillow because despite his slower than usual pace, you find yourself already on the brink of cumming with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and his thumb on your clit.

“Mmh... Ah... Feels s-so warm... and g-good...” You mutter, eyes blinking drowsily. “Gonna c-cum...”

He doesn’t say anything in return as he focuses on you and your pleasure; fingers scissoring and curling right into your g-spot as you clamp down onto them in a vice grip.

Wonwoo knows when you’re about to cum when he feels your hand coming down on his forearm, holding onto him for dear life when your orgasm still hits you just as hard.

“Ngh, Wo---Wonwoo!”

Your walls flutter around his fingers and make it harder for him to thrust them in and out with how tight you get.

“That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby~”

His deep voice makes you whine - nails digging into his arm and body trembling as the pleasure steadily washes over you.

“Ah, bet your face is so pretty right now too~”

“Mmh, s-stop...” Your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment from his constant praise but you can’t deny the way it goes straight to your core and only prolongs your orgasm.

“Don’t be so shy, baby. It’s only you and me here.”

Wonwoo leans away slightly to kiss the crown of your head - still working you through your orgasm as you sigh contentedly in his arms.

Various thoughts run through his head in the moment, but the one that sits at the forefront of his mind is definitely how to make sure he kept treating you right.

Starting with your date that he would spend time meticulously planning.

‘Ah, I should ask Mingyu for some advice.’

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m-y-fandoms · 4 years ago

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COMMISSION: Kokichi Ouma x Female Reader - Love-Hate Relationship

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Summary: Kokichi starts to fall for the only person in the killing game who likes him. His best friend is always on his side and has true feelings for him both platonically and romantically, but will he ruin everything with his harsh words and lies?

Friends to Enemies back to Friends to Lovers LMAO - ANGST and FLUFF

Warnings: Vulgar Language, otherwise SFW - Admin Myah

Word Count: 5.1K words

When it all began, people didn’t like Kokichi. (Y/N) found this little fact out quite quickly. It was quite obvious. He was loud, and obnoxious, and stubborn, and whiny, and a great many other negative adjectives one would use to describe, say… an elementary school student.

But! … he was also a great many other amazingly fantastical things, such as cunning, intelligent, hilarious, perceptive, adorable. These were the things (Y/N) saw in him, these and a lot more endearing qualities, these things the others seemingly refused to see in him. Even the more intelligent and reasonable of her peers, such as the intuitive detective Shuichi Saihara or the studied anthropologist Korekiyo Shinguuji could admit Kokichi was intelligent, but not much else. (Y/N) didn’t understand it. She truly didn’t think Kokichi was all that awful. Why weren’t they seeing what she saw? From the moment they all arose, groggy and confused in that eerie gymnasium together she knew he would be something special, someone to watch. She had a gift for reading people like that: their souls, their intentions, their true talents.

The two of them, in time, had even started to become friends where he had none, and she essentially became his only link to the rest of the students. It would often go something like this:

Kokichi would reveal something critical, something hidden or potentially deadly that they all must know.

Kokichi, being the stubborn ass that he was, would lie about the details, or the information altogether, switching facts around and embellishing the story with fictional bits and bites.

The other Ultimates would ignore him, call him a liar, engage in some petty squabble.

(Y/N) would vouch for the little lord of lying, and the group would reluctantly scrounge up enough good faith to believe the pair.

In times like those, (Y/N) would often chastise the tiny tyrant, forever asking him why he couldn’t just play nice and help the group out of the kindness of his heart?

There was always some nonsensical, facetious, nonchalant response.

And without fail, the more outspoken students would try to talk some sense into (Y/N), asking her why she put up with him, why she even tried to get to know him, why she liked him.

But it was no use, she was drawn to him, and there was no stopping or changing it. (Y/N) was always one to latch onto the people who piqued her interest, who plucked her heartstrings, be it romantically or platonically. She found herself enraptured by his mind at first, then his looks, then the way he spoke, and more specifically... the way he spoke to her.

Yes, despite what the others thought, she found herself always defending him, and then, she found herself falling for him.

And he would never in his life admit it, but he was starting to fall for her, too.

When the killing game first started, the others thought of him as a brat, just a nuisance. They ignored him and at worst, they told him off like the annoying kid on the playground. Back then, she would still hang out with him, ignoring his teasing jabs or even jabbing back. He found himself surprised with her comebacks and playful insults at times.

She was always around, and would never abandon him, a fact he most definitely took advantage of, for when the first killing happened, when Rantaro was taken from them and the killing game transformed from a hypothetical danger into a very, very real one, people started doubting and turning on each other. At that moment, he also was transformed in their mind. He was no longer a brat, he was becoming a villain and potential threat. People were choosing sides, forming cliques, trios, duos, going solo, and so on.

And she was always on his side.

When it came time for their terrified little class of ultimates to enter the trial grounds for the very first time, her podium was directly across from his, as if by fate. Kokichi didn’t believe too much in fate… but he didn’t mind getting a perfect view of her all trial long. He found out quickly that he may come to regret the placement, however, as it also gave her a perfect view of him, and she was no fool like the rest of them. She would watch his expressions, catch the smallest twitch of his lip or raise of his brow. Much like Shuichi, she was one of the only ones who could study his words and actions and weed out the lies… at least most of the time. She wasn’t afraid to call him out on it, and she knew the tone of his voice better than anyone else there. She was making it terribly difficult for him to confuse others, extend the trial, stir up some fun… and he liked that about her. Someone who could keep up with him was certainly not boring… and extremely attractive.

Even with so many people against him, dismissing both his lies and truths, verbally attacking him, she would hear him out, and by the end of it all, the innocent got out alive. The thrilling and bone-chilling trial ended with a correct verdict. Without their teamwork, even with Shuichi’s genius, it may not have been so.

With the first trial’s conclusion, Kokichi’d made up his mind to stop simply admiring her and actually get to enjoy that not-boring personality to the fullest. That’s the most he’d give her: that she wasn’t boring, unlike the rest of them. Grabbing her hand, he whisked her away to uncover the newest research labs that Monokuma’d allowed them access to. They inspected them all top to bottom, together as a team. They eventually would do this to every unlocked location in the academy, making short work of the campus while harassing each other, badgering and bantering, hurling insults the entire time. She was the only one he couldn’t exhaust. Just when he began to think it might be a tad bit more romantic to pull some punches for her sake, he discovered he didn’t have to. She’d punch back, and just as hard.

In fact, he liked her so much, that when his poor classmates were subjected to the horrendous Insect Meet-and-Greet event, she was personally invited by Ouma himself, and not hauled over Gonta’s gentlemanly shoulders and carried, or worse, knocked the fuck out only to wake up surrounded by bugs.

“How charming,” she teased, rolling her eyes as he stood in the frame of her dorm room’s door.

“Yeah, you should feel pretty special! I wasted precious energy coming down here to ask you to come!” He exhaled loudly, far too proud of himself.

“Well, as much as I’d love to be covered in roaches and piss myself when beetles attempt to crawl into every orifice on my body, I can’t. Again, love to, truly, but-”

“Awwww! But we hang out every night! And you’re lying! You’re never busy you dirty, rotten, lying loser! Who else hangs out with you beside me?! What else do you have to do if it doesn’t involve me? Your life’s a yawn unless I plan your daily itinerary!” He huffed, crossing his arms with a small stomp of one foot. “Gosh, I hate liars!” He pouted.

“Pout all you want, I’m not going to your bug fest. I hate bugs.”

“Wait ‘til Gonta hears about your very controversial opinion!” Kokichi gasped, feigning absolute shock.

“You wouldn’t...” her eyes widened, knowing instantly that she’d fucked up. He didn’t reply, but simply smirked, an evil, plotting, crooked grin creeping across his visage. She sighed deeply, head hanging in defeat.

“Be my date?” He held out a hand, wiggling his fingers temptingly. Her head shot up, an uncomfortable, flustered warmth running through her cheeks and to the tips of her ears. He caught this immediately, as he caught most changes in the air, and his face twisted into an equally awkward expression for a split second before his brow furrowed and he snarled. “Hurry the fuck up, shithead! You know what I meant! Let’s go or I’m having Tarzan put your ass to sleep!” He spat, and she simply giggled, grabbing his hand before being pulled off.

“Your date huh? I can’t think of anything I’d love more than some worms in my shoes.”

♡

That morning when they awoke, Ryoma was gone, stolen away in what they assumed was either the night or the early morning. Kokichi was usually very much unfazed, desensitized to most shock and awe in life, but this time… it was different. He was upset, and visibly so, stomping around the crime scene like a child, brooding.

It wasn’t the loss of a Ryoma, nor the gore and tragedy of the scene that had him so agitated, it was her reaction to it. (Y/N) wore her heart on her sleeve, and she wasn’t afraid to cry in front of others, so it was no surprise that she was in tears now. She’d cried over both Rantaro and Kaede’s deaths, but that was different. Kaede was a girl, and he didn’t care about (Y/N) enough back when Rantaro was killed to be jealous of her tears, but now… he was practically green.

(Y/N) had actually been pretty close with Ryoma. Like she did with most people, she dug past Ryoma’s appearance and the story he wanted everyone to know, and what she found was a pretty amazing guy. She wasn’t as close to him as she was to Kokichi, but still…

These weren’t tears of horror from seeing a dead body, or of witnessing a young person’s life cut short. They were tears of mourning the loss of a close friend, and Kokichi was positively boiling.

By the time he’d managed to cool himself down while effectively hiding his meltdown from the rest of them, (Y/N) had wandered off to start the investigation and avenge her friend with Shuichi. Yeah no, that wasn’t going to happen. She was quickly swept away to start their own little search party. The two of them, the way it was supposed to be. Of course, he would never say all of these embarrassing thoughts aloud. He’d make up some stupid excuse for why she just had to come with him. But it wasn't personal, and he didn’t care about her.

He didn’t

He. Didn’t.

Did he...?

♡

When it came time for the second trial, Kokichi made sure to make fun of (Y/N), calling her a crybaby, mocking her “endless blubbering” and all the valuable time she wasted doing it. He tried desperately, now at war with his own heart and values, to convince himself she was nothing to him, that she was just another pea-brained opponent in this death game, that she was a source of entertainment at best, and nothing else.

“Shut the fuck up, Miu, nobody wants to hear that gross shit! Cream your pants later!” (Y/N) spoke across the circle to the blonde exhibitionist with a scowl on her face. Miu, in response, shriveled and whined. Kokichi couldn’t help but crack a smile. That was one of the things he loved about (Y/N), how she put people in their place.

What?! Shit, no! Not loved… I mean she was cool, but... not - his mind raced, trying to shake himself back to the place he wanted to be. Shit!

The trial went on, and with every word she worsened the self-made conflict within him.

“How could you say that Kaito?!” (Y/N) howled at the Ultimate Astronaut, who was taken aback by her anger. Kokichi, too, found himself taken aback. Kaito was the “good guy”, the macho action hero, the protagonist’s best friend. While many called Kaito names, dismissed his ridiculous ideas, and even told him he was plain stupid and wrong at times, no one ever truly challenged the trusted hero duo that was Shuichi and Kaito, and certainly not with such unbridled anger. “You must have no idea what it’s like to go through depression, to not see the point in living anymore! How dare you speak ill of Ryoma?! How dare you say he used to be your hero?!” She knew what it was like, those dark thoughts Ryoma must’ve been having for years.

Kokichi watched her, like a spitfire, a firecracker. He forgot all about his decision to let her go, to stop interacting with her altogether after today, and couldn’t help being pulled in. They spent the rest of the trial working as they usually did: together, as a team. He spoke up more, and they teased each other, flirting harmlessly and carrying on.

And the others were starting to notice…

“Man, can’t you two save it for when you’re alone?! Damn! I can practically see you undressing each other with your eyes, bleh!” Miu gagged before letting out one of her infamous cackles. (Y/N)’s face ran hot, instinctively leaning back on her podium. Her bottom lip caught itself between her teeth, at a loss for words as she met Kokichi’s gaze.

“Yeah right, as if! I’d love to be discussing with literally anyone else here but you guys all have the personality of dirty pond water…” Kokichi sighed defensively, looking at his nails as if Miu’s words meant nothing to him.

(Y/N) knew how he was, she knew harsh words and lies were his coping mechanism, but she couldn’t help the way her shoulders sunk.

♡

Despite her hurting heart, when Kokichi - the shit-stirrer that he was - revealed Maki’s truth to the group after Kirumi’s execution, (Y/N) was the only one to throw herself between them, prying Maki’s hands from her best friend’s throat.

“Fuck, now she’s out here tryna die for this asshole!” Miu crowed. “HA HA! They’re definitely fuckin’!” She held her stomach, practically in tears from her laughing fit.

“Shut up! Just shut up!” (Y/N) pushed past the crowd, tired of them, tired of the humiliation, tired of Kokichi, tired of all of it. She left the trial room, running all the way and not stopping until she was locked up in her room.

After the public embarrassment and Kokichi’s heartless dismissal of their… complicated relationship, maybe….

Maybe now it was her turn to cut him off.

♡

Days passed and she refused to see him. She stayed locked up in her room at night and avoided him during the day, well... avoided him as best she could. Kokichi wasn’t one to be ignored if he didn’t want to be. He persisted, harassing and tracking her around, begging her to talk to him, to play, to prank others with him, to investigate the new research labs, but she simply pretended he wasn’t there. It hurt, it really hurt to shut him out, but to go on with him acting like she didn’t matter in public and then deciding she did in private hurt even worse. Her loyalty could only go so far. She wouldn’t allow him to mess with her heart any longer… or so she thought.

♡

Hours before the third trial was to commence, (Y/N) found herself outside of Korekiyo’s research lab when what looked like a walking corpse stumbled by. She cried out, running over to a dazed Kokichi, bumbling about light-headed and pale, with fresh blood running freely down his head.

“Kokichi!” Her feelings be damned! She couldn’t just sit there and watch him suffer or worse. Who knew how much blood he’d already lost? Crazed with worry, she threw his arm over her shoulder, looking around frantically wondering why no one else had noticed him yet.

The answer was simple: no one else cared. They probably had noticed and simply written him off. (Y/N) pouted, contemplating leaving him there… she was supposed to be mad at him.

“Ohhhhh… gah! ...Damn you, Kokichi!” How did he keep doing this? How was he worming his evil little ass into her heart again and again?! She began dragging him down the stairs and toward the dorms. The investigation would have to wait.

“(Y-Y/N)...?” Kokichi mumbled in his ditzy state. “Hoo hoo! I thought we weren’t talkin’?!” He nearly tumbled from her arms, weak and wobbly.

“Oh, shut up, asshole!” (Y/N) growled, nearing the dormitory area and pulling him into her room.

♡

“Man, that sucked!” Kokichi sat leaned against the glass of the sliding shower door in the small personal offshoot bathroom attached to her small dorm room. A cold washcloth sat covering his forehead, wetting the messy strands of his long bangs.

“Tell me again why you didn’t just call for help once you realized how badly you were bleeding?” (Y/N) made small talk, wringing out the soiled rag she’d initially used to clean him off. He took a swig of some icy bottled water she’d provided and glowered, his bottom lip out in contemplation.

“ ‘Cause I didn’t think anyone would come…” he spoke flatly, exhausted with the loss of blood and shittiness of it all. She froze, turning to him.

“I’m sorry…” she sighed, replacing the washcloth on his head with some gauze that she started to gently wrap around the rather deep wound.

“You should be! Hmpf!” He crossed his arms and she pulled on the gauze sharply, tightly constricting the oozing sore. “Shit!”

“Don’t start, dickhead. You’re lucky I’m choosing to forgive you!” She chided. He shot her a dirty look, and for moments they sat in silence.

“... For a moment I thought you hated me… like the rest of them,” he finally spoke up, any amount of silence torturous to his child-like psyche. She felt her heart sink.

“... I could never.” She smiled softly, fighting off a nagging frown that threatened to present itself. Before he could make this even more awkward, she stood, taking control of the situation. “Okay, I’ll be right back, you stay right here. I don’t want you passing out again.” She took off, closing the bathroom door and sneaking away into the main room.

Shuffling through her closet and by extension her Monokuma-provided wardrobe, she peeled off first her shirt then her uniform’s skirt, both now completely ruined by dark patches of Kokichi’s blood, her reward for carrying his sorry ass all the way here. Now in only her underwear, she reached for a replacement uniform and wandered over to her bedside table for her deodorant and some facial wipes. As she wiped the grime and sweat from the crevices of her oily face, the bathroom door slid open with an impatient force behind it.

“I’m boooooooored-”

“Ahh!” She screeched, rushing to cover herself up before she could even process what was happening, but the only things nearby were her comforter and intricate uniform.

“Oh, God! Why are you naked?!” Kokichi hollered, his face turning beet red. (Y/N) pulled the comforter up and around her body, her uniform falling from the bed.

“I told you to wait there!” Her cheeks felt engulfed in flames, the skin all over her body hot and her feathers effectively ruffled.

“You didn’t say why! You didn’t say you were doing a strip show in here!” He retorted, covering his eyes with one arm, more for her to save face than out of his own desire.

“Get out! Just get out!” She screamed, tears pricking her eyes.

“But-!”

“Now!!” Full of a genre of rage he almost never felt, he conceded, stomping out of her room without another word.

(Y/N) fell to her bed, screaming into her pillow like nobody’s business. She felt ashamed, mortified, infuriated. Why, for once, couldn’t he just listen?! Her body was never something she was confident in or proud of, and now, to have him, the guy she had feelings for see her like that, and not only practically naked, but caught off guard… it was as more than she could handle.

♡

The trial room was relatively quiet that afternoon. The usual suspects were chatting, defending themselves, accusing others. Shuichi was having a pretty smooth trial - a blessing in his eyes - with Kokichi not giving him an easier time than usual. When he did speak, it was his usual lies, with an underlying irritated tone, but he never spoke a word to (Y/N), and (Y/N) hardly spoke at all. After some time, someone addressed the elephant in the room… err, other than the murders, that is…

“Soooo, uh…” Kaito, courageous as always, spoke out, “(Y/N), you awake over there? We could use some help to, you know, find the culprit so we don’t all bite it?” He was only somewhat gentle with his words, having already made up with her after the last trial’s argument, but anxious over the current situation. “Shuichi and I can’t handle this on our own! You usually have a lot to say!”

“I resent that comment, Kaito, as I believe I help plenty, but yes,” Kiibo rolled his metallic eyes to the sky, ever focused on the current goal, “you do usually have more to say, (Y/N). We could really use another opinion here.”

“Something wrong with (Y/N)?” Gonta, always concerned for his friends’ feelings inquired, brows furrowed in concern.

“Hah!” Miu spat. “Of course something’s wrong! Haven't you noticed that little prick over there ain’t feedin’ us his bullshit nearly as much as neither?!” She pointed at Kokichi before placing a haughty hand on her hip. “He probably slipped her his little prick, and it was so tiny she was turned off for good! Probably can’t even speak, she’s so disappointed! Hella awkward!” She roared. Everyone exchanged the familiar looks of disgust or scorn that came after one of Miu’s outbursts, and as (Y/N) opened her mouth to defend them both, she was cut off.

“More like the other way around!” Kokichi hurled Miu’s statements right back in her face, his knuckles crunching down on his podium with a vice-like grip. “After I saw her naked earlier, I was the one leaving with a softie!” He growled, his frustrations, self-loathing, and need to be in control and defend himself all culminating in these toxically destructive words.

A few audible gasps were heard in the room, a few laughs from Monokuma and his remaining offspring, and the more mature students such as Maki and Shuichi simply sighing in exhaustion, wondering why they kept getting off track with useless information. (Y/N) felt her knees almost buckle.

No. Not this time! She heard her mind shout at her heart, and she slammed her hands down on her podium, all embarrassment melting into pure rage.

“YOU- GOD!” An encore slam down onto the flat metal, “You FUCKING asshole! That’s not what happened you goddamn fucking LIAR, and you know it!” Her voice was hoarse with the force of it.

“Uh oh! Struck a ner-” Miu began to speak.

“You shut the fuck up!” (Y/N) pointed to the busty instigator before directing her venomous ire back at Kokichi, who refused to look her in the eyes. “I did everything to help you after your dumb ass fell through the fucking floor, and this is how I’m repaid?! I do everything with you and for you, and this is how you treat me?! Why do you always sit here and lie to these people about us?! Fucking shithead fucking-” she was struggling for words, holding back tears. “You tell them the truth, that I had your blood all over me from patching you up because no one else likes your sorry ass! Everyone else would’ve left you passed out on the floor or worse dead from blood loss or killed by the culprit who seems to be on a fucking spree!” She gestured wildly, talking with her hands. “You walked in on me changing my bloody clothes! It was your fault! Just like it’s your fault that you have one fr-” her voice broke, and she looked to her feet. “No friends. Fuck you… Shuichi just finish the fucking trial we all know who the culprit is.” She looked down the rest of the trial, saying nothing, hearing nothing, just a ringing in her ears.

“This is reeeeeeal fuckin’ awkward and I hate it here,” Miu cooed, rubbing her hands together.

♡

As soon as the trial was over, Kokichi, feeling the weight of his best friend’s words, searched high and low for her. The campus was huge with many places to hide, but he knew her well, and he knew her favorite spots. He checked the AV room, library, casino, her research lab, and her room first, then everywhere else, asking anyone he came across about her whereabouts.

“Dude you messed up, even by your standards,” Kaito demeaned with a righteous fist in the air.

“I think it’s completely reasonable that she would not want to speak with you,” Kiibo sighed.

“Kokichi, you probably really hurt her. Just let her be, that’s the right thing to do,” Shuichi offered guidance even to the worst of his peers any time he could.

“Why are you speaking to me?” Maki walked away.

♡

At long last, finding himself in the basement after wallowing around the school for a while, he opened the door to the AV room for some space and privacy, seeing as it was rarely used since Rantaro’s death. He gasped.

“(Y/N)!” She turned from her position reading on the little couch, startled, and immediately turned back upon seeing the owner of the voice. He closed the door behind him, shuffling over with his tail between his legs. Quickly, before she could notice, he forced a rather convincing peppy voice. “The heck?! I already checked here!” She knew that. She’d been there earlier, and left when she heard he was making the rounds only to return later, but she didn’t say as much now. “Soooo? Whatcha readin’?” He grinned, plopping down on the floor beside her seated position on the couch. She didn’t respond, didn’t change her expression, and merely kept reading. “C’mon!!! Reading’s boring!!! Well,” he tapped his finger on his lip pensively “not always! But your taste in books is! Let’s at least go find some good shit to read together!” She had not the mental or physical energy, the want nor the need to banter with him. As far as she was concerned, this… whatever it was, was over.

Kokichi sighed, taking the hint to stop talking but not the hint to leave her the fuck alone. She would not physically kick him out, he knew this, and it seemed she wouldn’t do it verbally either. It was safer not to be alone, she rationalized in her mind… well, only if the group knew who was paired up and when, but he would never hurt her… physically. And she would never hurt him. And so, Kokichi resolved to sit there, just sit there and stare: at the ceiling, at her, at his thumbs. After the first thirty minutes he began to make pretend snow angels on the ground with his arms and legs flopping together and apart. He lapped around the room a few times, looked through the DVD options, sat with her on the couch, moved closer, then further, then closer, back and forth trying to get some reaction. Usually he could at least annoy someone into paying attention to him. Even negative attention was still attention. She was never like this with him. This was bad… he could feel his selfish little heart ache.

An hour passed, and then another. She’d picked up a sketch pad she’d stored in the couch cushions, doodled, changed books, and now was reading again. He’d begun running his fingers up and down her thigh, making explosion and car noises when he hit her knee. And finally, he spoke.

“You know, you’re super brave to be down here alone, you know... before I got here I mean… or at all really. Place is spooky… haunted since Rantaro got murked. No one comes down here but you. Surprised you’re down here… but I guess you always are.” He could feel the stone wall she’d put up between them. “You know, it kinda sucks, that we lost Rantaro…”

“...and Ryoma, and Tenko, and Kirumi, Angie, Kiyo, Kaede…” she spoke up, irritated by his flippance. “Don’t forget them like they don’t matter.” He twiddled his thumbs in response.

“At least you didn’t die…” he tapped on the back of the book you were reading, making the pages shake before her eyes.

“Like you’d care if I did,” she replied without hesitation.

“I woooooould,” he pulled at her sleeve like a toddler aching to be picked up.

“I’m ugly. I’m fat and hideous and a turn off and just disgusting, right? So who cares if I die?” She spoke like she was reciting a grocery list: monotone, uninterested.

“Well… I can still care about ugly people…” he batted his eyelashes innocently. The look she shot him told him she was not in the mode for jokes. “B-but, you’re not ugly! You’re way hotter than Maki or Miu or any other hag here! I just said all that stuff to catch Miu off guard! It was all a lie!” He was getting nervous now, sitting upright beside her on the couch.

“That is not an apology,” she rebuked.

“Aww come on, forgive me!” He collapsed, resting face down on her stomach and stretching his body out on the cushions behind him. “You’re my best friend…” His words were muffled, but she could make them out still. “You’re more than that…” her ears perked up, and she began to hear sniveling. Slowly, a wetness began to seep through her shirt onto her abdomen.

Was he…?

She placed a single hand on the back of his black locks and ran her fingers through the messy mop. The other placed the book on the floor then joined the other. For a few peaceful moments they sat silently while she stroked his scalp and played with the waves.

“I’m sorry…” an apology came through his sniffles, but he would not lift his head up, never in a million years would someone see him cry genuine tears.

“I can’t hear you,” she lied, something she learned from him. A devious smirk he could not see crossed her lips.

“Yes you can!” Muffled frustration vibrated her tummy.

“Well since I can’t hear you anyway this conversation is ov-”

His head shot upward, a snarl crossing his red, moist, puffy face. He pulled his knees up, leaning forward with all his weight

And pressed his lips deeply into hers.

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To Call You Mine

college!tsuki x reader series

Ch. 3 - not a buddy, just a tutor

warning(s): toxic relationship behavior, toxic mindset, loneliness ☹️, kind of some Angst 😶

a/n: hehehehe I loved the way some of y’all were reacting about the boyfriend part LMAO , I hope you enjoy this ch!! And you know I love love love hearing from you guys :)

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

“Tomorrow, we’ll be sure to review…”

You couldn’t focus on what your professor said as you left the classroom, thumbs moving at the speed of light as you texted Tsukishima back urgently.

Wednesday 12:02 pm

- ‘Omg, I seriously owe you sm. Class wasn’t perfect but it kind of made SENSE! Ty fr :)’

You probably looked like an idiot smiling so big down at your phone but you couldn’t fathom how relieved you felt versus the usual existential dread that hung over you nearly every other day after Calc.

You turn your ringer back on as you shove your phone into your pocket, remnants of a small smile resting on your face. Still reeling from your accomplished high, you figured some celebratory coffee would-

ding

You think the speed at which you snatched your phone back out, almost fumbling it in the process, was more embarrassing than how you were smiling earlier. It just felt nice to hear some validation from Tsuki, you haven’t known him long - at all - but it didn’t feel like a regular occurrence with him. And it kind of made you feel special if you were being honest.

Kai💗😩🥳

- ‘Still down to hang?’

Your cheeks began to hurt with how often you were smiling today. Not who you were expecting, but it made you pleased nonetheless to see your boyfriends contact pop up onto your screen. You clicked on the message and unlocked your phone, typing your response chalk full of cheesy emojis.

ding

The notifications momentarily pause your movements as you read the banners quickly and quietly to yourself.

Tsukishima :)

- ‘sounds like you still need a tutor 🙄’

- ‘and np’

- ‘if you need to go over today’s lesson before Sunday just text me and we’ll figure something out.’

- ‘but we’re still on for Sunday so no there’s no getting out of that.’

You made a mental note to finish your text to Kai in a moment, swiping to get to Tsuki’s messages.

- ‘that eager to see me again? Aren’t you sweet 😌 I’m getting coffee as a gift for myself, if you’re not busy ig I could get you one too as a thanks 🙄’

You clicked your phone off once more, ignoring the string of sounds coming from your back pocket, instead choosing to focus on the walk there and mentally check your schedule to see when you were free. Maybe you’d take him up on his offer.

The walk was short enough to not have to worry about warming back up when you got inside, which really meant you could have an iced coffee without the consequences of a cold drink during the chilly autumn weather.

Walking up to wait in line, you debated between choosing your regular order or trying something new. Your eyes bore into the menu with an intensity comparable to someone like Kai on the court. You giggled quietly to yourself at such a clever thought before going back to deciding what you wanted before it was your turn to order.

“Hmm, blatantly ignoring me and giggling to yourself about it? You certainly are in a mood, aren’t you?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of a familiar cocky voice behind you, warmth emitting from his chest that almost had you backing into it.

You huffed and turned your head over your shoulder to see Tsuki, the man of the hour, looming over you with that shit eating grin.

“You think you’re cute sneaking up on me like that?” You squinted your eyes and reached out to lightly smack his, surprisingly quite firm, chest.

“Adorable, actually.” His smile got even wider when you rolled your eyes and tried not to smile yourself, turning your attention back to the menu.

“You know, if you would’ve answered my texts you would’ve had a coffee waiting for you already.” Tsuki commented and sighed, feigning annoyance with you as he watched you glance between him and your phone, now in your hand, in confusion.

Tsukishima :)

- ‘not eager to see you, eager to tutor you more so I get to see you less ❤️’

- ‘and now you’re offering to buy me a drink? Who really wants to see who’

- ‘I’m already here anyway, just text me what you want.’

- ‘you’re offer expires in about 39 seconds.’

- ‘😐’

- ‘sucks for you ig.’

You chuckle and put your phone away, cooing playfully about how sweet he is as you watch his arrogant smile slowly fade away from his face. It wasn’t until you gained the attention of a couple people around you that he had enough, muttering about how annoying you are and how he can’t wait to get rid of you as he nudges you up to the cashier.

Placing your order, you step to the side and wait - and apparently Tsukishima was going to be waiting with you.

“So, you said you felt more comfortable in class?”

His face was more serious now as he asked you the question, no playful smiles or a snarky demeanor. You could tell he was just waiting for a genuine answer.

His eyebrows rested softly on his face as you spoke. They sat not too far above his eyes that were slightly wider than normal, occasionally raising in response to the lilts in your voice. His lips were only slightly parted, resting in a fine line. He looked, contemplative.

“Oh, hey babe!”

A familiar booming voice cuts you off mid rant, your face and body twisting into it’s direction.

“I thought you were maybe talking to your calc professor or somethin’ since you didn’t answer my text right away like you usually do.” Kai, your boyfriend, was right next to you now. His long, strong arm pulling you into his side to keep you there, pressing a kiss to the side of your head in the process.

He turned his attention to Tsukishima now, eyeing him up and down before offering him his own signature grin: all toothy, bright, and fake.

“I’m Kai, her boyfriend, nice to meet you.”

You internally screamed at the way he had to emphasize the fact that he was your boyfriend, and then internally screamed even louder at the way Tsukishima chuckled - no scoffed - at what Kai said.

Not every person to ever be in your presence was a threat to the security of your relationship.

You hated how over protective he could be sometimes, even if he means well. Deciding now wasn’t the time to mull over your recent relationship troubles, you gave Tsuki an “I’m sorry he can be like that sometimes” glance.

Squeezing quickly onto Kai’s arm, you took your turn to speak before either of them could.

“This is Tsukishima, my frien-“

“What’s so funny?” Kai had that smile still, but tilted his head just enough to show he wasn’t really smiling.

“I’m Tsukishima Kei, her tutor, nice to meet you. I just think it’s funny our names are so similar, that’s all.”

Tsuki’s smirk screamed “I’m a liar and that’s most definitely not what I’m laughing about”, and his eyes gleamed with playfulness, toying with the limits of your boyfriends patience.

Kai was a well built man. 6’2”, not too lean but not too big, and a wide frame. And when you pair that with his resting face and his usual, presence, he likes to carry, he’s not always the most approachable person. And he certainly doesn’t make it easy when he’s actively trying to be intimidating, or whatever it is he does. But thankfully Tsukishima’s either too stupid to notice or simply doesn’t care; either way you appreciate the consistency in his attitude.

What you didn’t appreciate was being cut off.

“Like I was trying to say, Tsukishima’s a friend. M-“

“Oh, so we’re friends now? I wouldn’t say a single tutoring session makes us friends.” Tsuki’s silly little smirk was short lived as he met your eyes.

You really didn’t appreciate being cut off. Twice. And maybe you didn’t appreciate this little attitude of his.

“Oh? Well I didn’t know acquaintances offered to buy the other coffee.” Your eyes bore into his with a harsh stare, making the tips of his ears start to turn red before he did his best to make up for himself.

“They do when they’re trying to get to know them better. I mean, if that’s allowed?” The expectant glare Tsukishima gave Kai made your blood run cold.

Such an asshole.

You clenched your jaw and huffed, but before you or Kai could get to speak, Tsuki beat you both to it.

“Just text me and we’ll figure something out, see you Sunday if not sooner.”

And with that he was gone, snatching his bag up and shoving his belongings into it carelessly before pushing through the door.

The gust of wind that blew through was appropriately cold for the situation.

“Order for (y/n)!”

—

“How am I the dick here?” Kai’s voice bounced off the walls in your cramped dorm, his harsh tone echoing from all corners of the space.

Thankfully, most people were probably out in a class or eating lunch at this time like Bonnie was.

“Why do you have to make everything a pissing contest between you and any man in my general vicinity? I don’t know Kai, maybe I’d like to fucking have another friend besides Bo-“

“Oh don’t guilt trip m-“

Interrupted, again.

“Quit doing that! Quit cutting me off just let me speak!”

You felt your voice crack from the extensive length the two of you have been going at it, just trying to get a word out. The tension was high in the room as you calmed yourself down and caught your breath, doing your best to swallow the growing lump in your throat.

“Just,”, you groaned and covered your face with your hands for a brief moment before continuing,

“We’re supposed to be working on our trust, Kai.”

It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up softly.

“Babe, it’s not you that I don’t trust.”

You sighed deeply as you felt the hot tears that had been waiting to spill run down your cheeks.

“Kai. That’s bullshit. It doesn’t matter that you don’t trust other people or whatever the hell you’re saying, cause I’m the one being affected by your feelings and actions. I’m the one who might lose a possible friend because you’re insecure.”

That must’ve been his last straw. Because instead of another sharp response, it was silent. The sound of the door clicking open making noise rather than him himself.

It caught your attention as you looked up to watch Kai begin to leave just barely hearing him say,

“I’ll talk to you later.”

The silence that filled the space after he left was suffocating. You wanted to scream, cry, and go to bed all at once. And the latter didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

You rolled onto your bed and clutched onto your blanket tight, not wanting to let your feelings fester and think about how angry you were right now. But you couldn’t stop yourself when your chest grew heavy as you began to sob, you hated how often he’d just avoid an issue. But right now, that’s exactly what you felt like doing, too.

Sitting up, you changed and crawled under the covers, deciding a nap was the only way you were gonna be able to give yourself a break right now. And you were completely right.

Not before changing his contact to just, “Kai”, of course.

He doesn’t deserve the emojis right now.

—

It was dark and your skin was clammy when you woke up, your head pounding. You were in desperate need of a drink of water. Sitting up slowly, rubbing your face in a desperate attempt to smooth away your grogginess, you hopped off your bed towards your desk.

Why does being with him have to be so draining?

You’ve never felt like your relationship was perfect or easy, but you’ve also never felt like it wasn’t worth it. How often does someone stay with their high school sweetheart - albeit off and on - until their second year in college? And besides, you were both trying to make it easy for each other at the least.

Making friends was easy for you, it was keeping them that was hard. Remembering to set aside time to make plans, or even remember to make them in the first place. Or even doing something simple like shooting them a text, whether it was your nerves or not you’ve always just told yourself you’re too busy and too focused to spend time creating a bunch of lasting friendships.

But Kai? Kai’s always stuck around, no matter how many times he’s reminded you how often you’ve made things difficult for the two of you. Even when he’s left he’s come back, willing to listen and figure it all out. He’s always been your one and only. But that’s also the problem;

He’s always been your one and only.

Recently it’s felt like no matter what you do, he’s the reason you can’t keep a friend.

Why need a friend when you have Kai, he’s basically your friend, too, right? They want too much of your time, they’re too touchy, they’re too pushy, shouldn’t you be studying? Shouldn’t you be hanging out with him?

You plopped down into your desk chair and placed your head in your hands, your thoughts beginning to overwhelm you again.

ding

Peeking an eye over to your phone, still sitting on your nightstand from where you left it earlier, you reluctantly made your way over to see who was bothering you.

Bon Bon 🥐💗

- ‘Ahhhhh! Sorry I’m not back yet (even though I don’t think you and Kai will mind lolol) I’m just gonna stay at my friends house for the night so don’t worry bout me! Just a late night study sesh gone too long is all :) love ya girlie!’

A sudden wave of loneliness washed over you as you tried not to cry again, you were getting annoyed at how many times you felt like crying tonight.

You stared at her message for a few more moments before finally sending your reply.

- ‘you’re good :) we’re having a late night movie sesh so I’m gonna get back to that! ily 2 see u tmrw ❤️’

You don’t know why you felt like you had to lie, maybe you just didn’t want to have to explain it all right now, or worry her.

You noticed you had a few more messages waiting to be read, too. Although none were from Kai.

Tsukishima :)

4:32 pm

- ‘sorry if I came off weird earlier. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or upset, I just didn’t like how Kai was acting.’

5:01 pm

- ‘by how Kai was acting I mean he just acted like he had a problem with me when we’ve never even met before. I know I antagonized him too though so to be more specific I’m sorry about that.’

- ‘I’m also sorry if I caused friction between you two, let me know if you’re still comfortable with me tutoring you or if you’d rather me find you someone else. I know some pretty nice ones.’

- ‘just to clarify though I personally don’t have a problem continuing to tutor. Don’t want you to think you did anything to upset me.’

You sniffled and glanced up to the small digits in the upper left hand corner of your screen.

11:56 pm

Jesus.

You stared at his texts for a while, unsure of what to say but also relieved at the fact he texted you. Seems like you were worried about Kai spoiling this budding friendship for you more than you thought.

Thursday 12:03 am

- ‘ty for the apology I really appreciate that. It was kind of awkward but Kai also really played into the whole situation so I’m sorry for how he acted too. I’m very okay with you being my tutor still but ty for asking’

- ‘I’m actually free to even study now lol’

- ‘you do still owe me that coffee’

You felt the tiniest of weights lift off your shoulders as you sent your messages. It felt nice knowing-

ding

There’s no way he should be up this late. Doesn’t he have crazy early workouts for volleyball or something?

Tsukishima :)

- ‘ofc. I’m actually at the library now if you want to join me :) same spot as last time’

The fact he replied so quickly was surprising, and his seemingly equal eagerness to see you surprised you even more. But, in a pleasantly surprised kind of way.

You smiled down at your phone, sitting up and slipping your slides on at a lethal pace. It felt good to smile a little bit.

And really, it’s not like you had anything better to do. Plus, being alone right now doesn’t exactly sound like too much fun.

You texted him a quick, “omw!”, before slipping out of your dorm.

You could guess Tsukishima is just as lonely as you are with how quick he seemed to invite you to a study session.

Hmph. Acquaintances my ass.

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description: maybe you got off on the wrong foot...actually, jisung did actually pushed you off the wrong foot. member: jisung / han genre: fluff, slice of life, coming of age, childhood frenemies / rivals to lovers au, idiots to lovers au, neighbor au, high school au, college au, lil dashes of soccer baseball musician & campus dj au bc jisung ace, female reader, off-season universe (mc from naturally is jeoyeon, mc from tumbles & turns is bora, and mc from off-season is kira hek) word count: 12k warnings: explicit language, alcohol (a tiny mention of underage drinking pls drink responsibly!), mentions of injuries, jisung issa lil dumb & a lil shit but issokay hes an adorable lil shit note: @crscendoforsung so i scraped the witch jisung au (but i’ll come back to it in the future maybe it’s still in my drafts lol) so here is dumbass jisung for now + im away on christmas day so here’s my gift a day in advanced lmao

Age four. Your neighbor and favorite playmate, Han Jisung, pushed you so hard on the swings at your neighbourhood playground that you literally flew out of your plastic curved seat and bruised your knees, elbows, and chin.

Maybe you did had it coming from continuously complaining that he ‘pushed like a sissy’ and even standing up on the swing set just to brag that you can balance all of your body weight on such flimsy material. Maybe your neighbor has always had a secret grudge on you finally enacted through this incident. Either way, the next thing you knew, a wide-eyed Jisung was on your side alternating between calling for adult help, crying over your bruises, and muttering curses he probably heard from his older brother under his breath.

“Shit, shit shit...” He squeaked out frantically in his tiny voice, gently moving you to a sitting position on the stone pavement and dusting the dirt off of your bleeding injuries despite your loud complaints that your entire body was hurting. Looking around your surroundings, his breath then got caught up in his throat at seeing your mother fast-approaching with a mix of furious and worried in her expression. “Auntie! Help!”

Your mother was hovering over you in an instant, examining your bruises with furrowed brows and clenched teeth. “Ah, dear God, what happened here?!” She exclaimed in a scolding tone, piercing gaze darting between your tearful eyes and Jisung’s panicked ones. “Jisung, did you do this?”

“It was an accident auntie!” The boy in question answered immediately as he shook his head nervously and scooted away with his hands up in defense. “It was an accident, I promise!”

However, with your back turned to him then, you naturally had a different impression of the incident as you quickly retorted, “He pushed me, mommy! He pushed me off of the swing!”

Your mother never made any clear indication that she believed you as she simply shook your head and lifted you by your shoulders and knees, carrying you to a nearby bench to treat your wounds.

Angered by your outburst, Jisung reluctantly followed you and your mother to the bench then glared at you until your injuries were cleaned and bandaged. With his arms crossed and a permanent frown bordering a pout on his lips, he stood next to you in his attempt at looking visibly angry for a puny five-year-old while you hissed and whined in pain the entire time.

What’s worse is that his own mother made him apologize by sending him off to the nearest convenience store to buy you apple juice and steamed buns. Because of this, you’ve been mortal enemies, rivals, each other’s designated future potential killer, whatever you want to call it ever since.

Age seven. Han Jisung helped perpetuate a wild rumour that you and the rest of the class’ female population had ‘cooties.’

It’s only natural for boys at this age to gravitate to similar actions, of course. After all, you’ve heard worse from boys in the other classes (read: Hwang Hyunjin crying and demanding to get sent home because a girl kissed him on the cheek on the first day of classes). It’s the fact that Jisung actually seemed to have to believed it for a brief period of time in your first grade, however, that completely threw you off.

He pulled on your braids during the time he sat behind you and kicked your shins while in line for P.E. class to ‘test your anger patience’ that was apparently fueled by cooties and occasionally stole your snacks for actual ‘DNA evidence’ of said cooties among other petty little things. It was nothing short of annoying and the very bane of your existence then.

“Han Jisung cut it out!” You yelled at him one day, hitting him on the shoulder with the curved end of your wooden broom during after-class cleaning time. In this particular incident, the boy managed to swiftly take one of your pigtails out while wiping the windows in an attempt to ‘examine’ the DNA in your hair.

“What?!” He snickered, taking a big step away from you and lifting up the blue scrunchie to examine it for miniscule strands of loose hair. “It’s for research!”

You groaned in annoyance, reaching forward to retrieve the scrunchie with one hand while the other instinctively ran through the messed up half of your hair. “Jisung, give it back, you weirdo!” You scolded through gritted teeth, rolling your eyes when he shakes his head stubbornly and takes another step back from your reach.

“Tell me the secret first!”

“Secret of what?!”

“Do you girls actually have cooties?” He quirked a genuinely suspicious eyebrow at you, raising the scrunchie above your heads after when you proceed lunge forward at him. “Does it actually make you guys this irritable all the time?”

Somehow, the questions struck some kind of nerve in you. You were tired from classes, cleaning, and having to put up with Jisung’s childish antics. Maybe 1st grade girls did have cooties but for tapping into unbridled anger. “I’m going to kill you!” With the broom in your hands and the dust pan you snatched from his in retaliation, you then proceeded on repeatedly hitting Jisung in the forearms and shoulders until he surrendered with his arms protectively over his head and your scrunchie finally within reach.

He also offered to fix your pigtail back for you but given the amount of distrust you already had for him, you simply smacked him one last time and went to the other end of the room to fix your hair.

Age nine. Maturing a little bit through summer camps and classes, you and Jisung redirected all of your energy from physical violence to outsmarting each other in class.

It started in English class when Mrs. Lee introduced the idea of recitations garnering students points and a fancy award at the end of the school year. Coming from the same piano class in the summer prior wherein you and Jisung also competed for your instructor’s attention, the two of you were quick to consider this as another one of your competitions.

You devoted most of your time to studying the lesson from the what’s, who’s, when’s, and where’s while Jisung thought that focusing more on the deeper why’s and how’s would somehow garner him better points no matter how many times Mrs. Lee reiterated that all recitation points are given in 1 point’s.

As the school year progressed, especially after the first semester report cards came out and the two of you were tied to first place in English to the very third decimal, the academic rivalry immediately extended to competing for the most amount of extra-curricular activities. You were more favored with the way you handled baby animals at the local shelter and competed in debates and quiz bees while Jisung was mainly noticed by the soccer and baseball coaches and the school choir’s moderator for his skills in sports and music.

Jisung’s mom, who always picked the two of you up from school in her minivan, obliviously thought it was cute.

“You know, instead of competing over everything all the time, you guys can take some notes from each other.” She pointed out one time after hearing your comment on Jisung ‘smelling like a polluted Pacific Ocean’ as he climbed in the backseat of the car. The sentiment almost went in one ear and came out of the other with the two of you, however, as Jisung proceeded on complaining that you smelled like ‘Cruella de Vil’s fake fur coat’ then hitting you on the head with his soccer ball. “Especially you, Sungie. You can learn a thing or two of keeping a goldfish alive for more than a week from Y/N.”

You laughed at Jisung’s immediate shocked reaction of wide eyes and gaping mouth at this, slapping his arm in amusement and toppling over the backseat in laughter. “Yeah, Sungie, you really need help from that department.” You stuck your tongue out at him teasingly, laughing even more when he groans and hits you back with a light punch to your own arm.

“Stop it.” He hissed at you before turning to his mother again, meeting her gaze through the rear view mirror. “Mom! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

Mrs. Han was also stifling her own laughs then, forcing herself to focus on the road ahead instead of checking for her son’s pouting expression and crossed arms through the mirror. “Okay, okay.” She chuckled playfully with a dismissive hand, catching your eye after with a giggle. “Y/N, you should learn how to commit to exercise more with Jisung, then. There? Happy?”

Satisfied, Jisung stuck his tongue out childishly at you as if completely forgetting the fact that he was attacked by his own mother first. “Bleh!”

You rolled your eyes at him with a light-hearted scoff of your own, laughing away the way he proceeded to exaggeratedly tease you. “You’re so childish, Sung.”

When your moms did seriously consider this idea later on, you were then forced to dedicated one weekend to taking each other to your respective extra-curricular activities. It was right before your final examinations and Jisung ended up getting scared over a golden retriever giving birth while you received severe cramps from the elementary soccer team’s rigorous conditioning training.

It was a recipe of disaster, basically, and it ultimately led you and Jisung to cram knowledge for your exams on Sunday night in his bedroom. When you stubbornly didn’t learn anything from going to each other’s favorite extra-curriculars, you unconsciously ended up learning from each other in the six hours you both stayed up trying to review your notes. Miraculously (as in the miracle of hot brewed Milo-induced sugar rushes), it went well and the two of you tied or were close in grades at the second release of report cards.

The only downside of it all was just the fact that the fancy recitation award in your English class that started it all somehow went to Hyunjin.

“Ah, this is so frustrating!” You exclaimed on the ride home from school. You had your report card in your hands like Jisung, looking back on it all the while stressing out about Hyunjin winning the award the two of you spent a whole school year competing for.

On the other side of his mom’s backseats, Jisung then turned to you and suggested, “Want to prank him? We’re playing soccer next week, you can swap his Cola for soy sauce.”

You glanced over at Jisung, your pout slowly turning into a mischievous grin at his raised brows. “You’re onto something...”

Age ten. You went on your first class field trip with a stuffed purple lunch bag of snacks.

Your mother specifically suggested that you share it with Jisung, thinking that the two of you would sit next to each other on the bus since he’s your only classmate she’s actually familiar with. But of course, when Jisung didn’t bring up any hints that he knew of this while waiting for the school bus to arrive, you immediately thought against it and planned out how you were going to hide your seemingly endless supply of snacks from him on the back-and-forth rides to Namsan Tower.

It was a well thought-out plan involving sitting near to the front and as far away from him as possible with your own group of friends then hiding the lunch bag under your seat until you caught Hyunjin not-so-discreetly trying to steal from you while he re-checked attendance after a stop-over.

“Jisung put you up to this, didn’t he?” You frowned, candy successfully retrieved from Hyunjin’s prying hands and popped into your mouth as the lanky boy scratched the back of his head in shame. “It’s okay, Hyunjin, I won’t kill you. It’s Jisung’s corpse I’m planning to roll down Namsan if he’s actually behind this.”

After a few more coaxing, Hyunjin eventually nodded sheepishly and admitted to Jisung convincing him to take a candy bar from you.

“Ya! Hyunjin!” Jisung whined from across the bus, peeking his head up from the identical red seats with balled up fists. “I told you not to rat me out!”

“Y/N was being scary!” Hyunjin argues back, sprinting back to his seat as soon as the the bus stopped at a streetlight. Hiding under the sea of seats, he then exclaimed, “You two take me out of your fights! Geez!”

Jisung pouted at you as soon as you lifted your own head up from your seat and turned around to face him, holding his hands out in front of him and then asking, “Can’t I really have candy?”

You shook your head stubbornly. “If I give you one, everyone’s going to ask me for it too.”

“But everyone’s basically asleep!”

“They could be fake-sleeping for all I know!” You hissed, popping another ball of candy in your mouth. “I don’t trust anyone in this class with food but myself.”

“Y/N!” He whined, only to get pulled down by force when the bus abruptly begins moving again. Scrambling up right after, he then continued pleading, “Please?”

“No.” You firmly concluded, sitting back down on your seat.

Jisung even tried staying behind to try and steal candy off of you while the entire class was piling outside to enter Namsan Tower, only to trip in surprise when you jumped on him from crouching under the seats. Poor boy almost hit his head on the seats in shock.

“I knew you’d pull this kind of shit.” You tsked in disapproval with a slight stutter towards cursing at such an age, smacking him over the head anyway before throwing the smallest piece of chocolate candy you had from your bag. Moving past him to the bus exit, you then added, “You don’t even do nice things for me.”

You only meant it half-heartedly, though. Whether Jisung actually wanted more candy or he did sincerely felt bad over what you said, either way, he paid for the expensive pink lock you and your friend wanted to hang at the very top of the tower later on but only if you promised to share your snacks.

Jisung received three packets of gummy bears and a bottle of banana milk from you in the end on the ride home.

Age twelve. The Hans temporarily moved to Malaysia in the summer before the seventh grade because of an assignment for Jisung’s father at work.

On the day before their flight, Mr. and Mrs. Han organized a farewell party in their house at the other end of the block and invited your entire class. Jisung tricked you into getting him a farewell present by telling you that everyone was planning to do the same thing as a surprise but he secretly found out thing.

He didn’t actually expect you to get him something, not with the way the two of you have always been at each other’s necks since you were kids, but you ended up surprising him in the middle of the lunch party by giving him a small notebook of useful Malaysian phrases you wrote down yourself. You don’t always agree with Jisung but you think of yourself as thoughtful and civil enough to buy something practical. Also, your parents insisted.

“O-Oh, you actually got me something?” He fumbled through an intense blush that matched the redness of his Supreme cap, almost tripping over nothing as you both stood on the steps leading down to the back of his house. It didn’t help that a few classmate passersby were glancing your way as well, either cooing or snickering at the awkward sight in the corner of all the socialization. “L-Like—like, this is actually for me?”

You raised a brow in confusion and reluctantly shrugged, releasing the red phrasebook from your grip as he held onto it by the other end. “Yeah, you said you’re getting presents so I...got you one.”

“I actually lied—“

“What?!” You exclaimed a little too loudly for your taste, earning you a sharp glare from your mother all the way across the backyard. Mouthing a quick apology to your her, you then quickly averted your glare back to Jisung who instinctively resorted to looking at anywhere but you. “But you said—“

“I thought for sure that no one would give me any farewell presents since it’s not a birthday or anything but I know you would if you’re like forced to or something so I thought...hehe...” He mustered up a sheepish grin, pressing his index fingers together in a comical shy gesture. When your glare intensifies, he then immediately held his hands up in defense and visibly winced, “Ya, don’t hit me!”

Every fiber in your being really wanted to hit him with the notebook then, maybe even push him down the stairs while no one was looking, but after a moment of thinking your way out of such violent thoughts, you resorted to exhaling a sigh and saying, “Whatever, just keep the notebook or something. I don’t care. It’s not expensive, anyway.”

You chanted to yourself that you’re mature, especially as Jisung’s eyes lit up and he immediately thanked you for both the gift and sparing his life that day.

Though he didn’t hear the end of the other teasing from Hyunjin after that, Jisung kept the notebook around anyway throughout his entire two-year stay in Malaysia. It was helpful but he’ll never admit that to your face.

“You kept it.” You pointed out one day, more as a statement than a question as you realized that the notebook he was using for exam reviewer notes was in the same color as the phrasebook you gave him. When Jisung came back in the summer before the ninth grade, the two of you met again in the same cram school wherein mostly everyone but you and the transfer student, Kim Seungmin, refused to help him keep up with the heavier than usual workload. “The phrasebook...”

“Yeah—well, I didn’t want to waste any of the pages you didn’t write on.” He pouted stubbornly as he flipped through the older pages to compare the amount of pages you used to the empty sheets. His tone actually sounded like he was convincing himself much more than he was trying with you but you missed it complete in the moment. “Be more eco-friendly, Y/N.”

You simply rolled your eyes at him. “Glad to know I kept you alive in another country somehow, then.”

Age fourteen. You went to a soccer game to see Jisung but only because one of your friends, Eunha, developed a crush on the striker and eventually hatched a plan to confess on the game before Valentine’s Day. Fortunately, Jisung barely noticed and didn’t tease you for it since it’s already an established fact that you’re always at his games with either Yang Jeongin or Seungmin to cheer on Hyunjin instead.

You really didn’t get it. Of course, fifteen was the time when some, if not all, parts of your day were starting to become dedicated to vanity and all the artificial things in life to attract kind of puppy love in school but at this point Jisung always wore the same green hoodie, red Supreme cap, and white ‘Eyez on You’ shirt to every school function that didn’t require wearing a uniform.

You understood how your classmates suddenly began fawning over Hyunjin right after the summer when he got his braces removed and then Seungmin for bringing a suit and tie one time for an inter-school debate but the hype over Jisung suddenly bringing in his guitar to class breaks everyday and re-emerging as a star soccer and baseball player throughout the school year is an absolute mystery to you. That or, maybe compared to your junior high peers, you’re just as used to him at this point than they all are. In your perspective, the only legitimate thing he has going on is how he always seems to beat you in most Arts subjects and how annoying it is that he always makes sure to rub that in your face.

“I’m pretty sure he still doesn’t shower properly right after training.” You shook your head disapprovingly at Eunha during the game. Soccer is an interesting sport for surprisingly bringing you up to stand and cheer at some moments, you’ll give it that, but watching Jisung get cocky and interact to the crowd whenever his team scored a point was somehow cringe-worthy to watch. “And I’m so sure he still doesn’t clean that soccer ball of his right after practice. You deserve better, sis.”

But no matter how much you talked shit about him throughout the entire game, Eunha still held onto the box of handmade candies she coerced you into picking up from Jisung’s favorite candy shop on the weekend prior and cheering him on with the slogan she made herself. It would’ve looked cute and sweet to you if it was some other guy but it’s Jisung—the guy who pushed you off a swing, pulled your hair, stole candy from you, and made all of your elementary after-school rides home an actual rollercoaster—and you would never wish his treatment of you to any other person ever.

“You said that was in elementary, Y/N.” Eunha chuckled softly, nudging your elbow before a sour expression could completely overtake your face. “Surely he’s outgrown that girls have cooties phase every boy had then.”

“No, it’s Jisung and I refuse to believe it.”

You really didn’t want to believe it with your natural instinct to see Jisung as the bane of your existence. What’s worse is that Eunha was right and Jisung shyly accepted the Saturday movie date at the mall that she came up with on the spot when he surprisingly received the candies well, a complete stretch from the Jisung who would’ve lied about being busy or tricked your friend into doing something else altogether. Suddenly, it was selfishly annoying that you’re the only one he actually tortures the life out of.

“Told you.” Eunha giggled throughout the drive back to your house. Your mother picked you up from school right after the soccer game for a sleepover you insisted was a must whether or not your friend scored her Valentine’s Day date. “Ah, I’m glad he accepted. I was a nervous wreck there! You don’t happen to know what kind of movie he likes, do you?”

You never heard the end of it from her for the remainder of the semester. The two were never official—middle school just didn’t have that solid idea of significant others, then—but they did went on numerous ‘dates’ almost every weekend that followed Valentine’s Day. Naturally, Eunha would tell you all about it.

“He’s so sweet and caring and thoughtful!” The girl endlessly gushed out to you so genuinely you would’ve been happy had you not been sincerely expecting a major fuck-up from Jisung. Nothing romantic really did come out of these dates, even Jisung surprisingly swears by it, but they did become really close friends after and as Jisung’s only other female friend at the time, you can clearly see a point of comparison between his different treatment of you. “Though, I’m gonna give it to you that he is annoying sometimes but he does know a lot of good places to hang out around town for someone who’s been away for two years!”

“He does the bare minimum for everything, Eunha. I could barely call it sweet.” You scoffed unamused.

Age sixteen. In the summer after the tenth grade, an upperclassman from school by the name of Lee Minho started volunteering at the same local shelter you’ve been under since elementary after surrendering a lost cat to you while he and Jisung were playing baseball at the nearby park.

He adopted Dori in the end but prior to finalizing the adoption papers, he actually made the effort to come in at your MWF schedule to help around and see the dark grey kitten. To you, it was endearing and thoughtful since you didn’t have much active co-workers at the shelter your age but to Jisung, it was slightly inconveniencing how Minho would cut off their play-time to see the cat. He even thought Minho had a crush on you and vice versa but you knew that Minho liked one of his own closer friends.

“Jeoyeon?” Minho scoffed, crouching down next to you one time as you watched over the new litterbox of kittens eating with Dori on your feet. Crossing his arms over his knees, he shook his head and chuckled, “They’re cool and we’ve been friends for a long time but I’m sure they have a big fat crush on Bang Chan. Something happened after their McDonald’s date after our prom, I’m telling you!”

“No, not Jeoyeon! I meant Bora!” You argued back with a laugh, picking up a white kitten that wanders off to your feet and lifts its body up cutely for a lift. Gingerly pressing the kitten to your shoulder, you then turned to Minho and continued, “The one who came by the other day to see Dori with you. Aren’t you guys rooming together in college?”

Minho clutched his chest dramatically at this, shaking his head with a comical conviction. “What?! How could you accuse me of that, Y/N? Bora’s from a different cheerdance team! That would be like sleeping with the enemy!”

You rolled your eyes, knocking him off of his balance by elbowing his sides. “Ya, I didn’t say that, you did!” You scoffed at him, sighing when he laughs off landing on his butt before sitting up in a crisscross position. “Anyway, don’t you like her?”

“If I don’t like her, we wouldn’t be making all these plans to move in together for college, stupid.” Minho snickered, earning him another elbow jab from you. “Well, what do you want me to say? You asked me if I like her, you didn’t ask me how exactly I like her.”

"Okay then, you wise wise person: how do you like Bora?” You sighed dryly, plopping down on the ground at feeling your ankles starting to ache from crouching. The kitten on your arm then jumped down to your lap, circling your legs a few times before finding a comfortable position to sleep in. “You know, the more you visit here with this kind of sarcasm, the more I’m starting to understand where Seungmin and Jisung are suddenly getting all of their newfound sassiness from.”

Minho chuckled next to you, picking up Dori for himself once he saw him finish eating before hugging the kitten gently to his cheek. “Bora’s...someone I’d probably punch a guy in the team for if they ever disrespect her. I mean, I’d punch a guy for Dahyun, Jeoyeon, and Jihyo, too, of course, but Bora’s in the same sport where she’s always getting lifted in the air and touched by who knows who and now that we won’t be in the same team, I feel even more responsible for keeping an eye out for her.” He shrugged casually, ignoring the way your jaw just dropped at how naturally he explained himself. “Plus, it took a lot of convincing to get her to be my roommate so I can’t really have her dying under my care in the next four years.”

“I—” You furrowed your brows in thought, pursing your lips in a pout. “Wow, I’m jealous.”

“Then get on my good side, Y/N.” Minho winked with a laugh, holding Dori in front of you. “Let me take this baby home at the end of the summer.”

You rolled your eyes again at this, shaking your head. “No, I mean...I hang out with Jeongin, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jisung and they aren’t really the most well-versed boys on treating girls properly.”

“That’s why you hang out with me. We all know that Hyunjin just can’t say no to anyone who offers him a slightly more expensive bouquet of flowers, Seungmin’s in a relationship with baseball and academics, and Jisung...Jisung’s just dumb in general.” Minho then pointed out with a somehow knowing tone, smirking when a familiar figure passes by the hallways right behind you. “Speaking of...”

Jisung joined you and Minho after, making sure to sit in between the two of you and drowning himself in as many kittens who wanted to sit on his lap as much as he can. “Dude, you shouldn’t have left early!” He scolded Minho with a pout and a slightly breathless tone from running all the way from the park. “Seungmin joined us today and he completely wiped out Sunwoo’s team!”

“Then even more reasons to come here early so you guys could play with Seungmin on your team.” Minho laughed, gently handing Dori over to you from across Jisung before standing up and dusting the lint off of his jeans. “Y/N needed help with feeding the cats and puppies today, anyway.”

Jisung frowned, turning to you after and asking, “Don’t you have any other co-workers around here?”

“Jeno has allergies so I don’t let him in here on most days.” You shrugged, handing Minho the empty pet bowls nearest to you as he proceeded to clean and collect them. “I can do it myself, you know. It’s just that Minho comes over and insists.”

“Then you should’ve just told him that so we can play longer.”

“Why is it a big deal? Do you like Minho?”

“Do you?” Jisung’s eyes widened, almost getting scratched by a random cat in the process. “Because...because that’d be gross, to be honest...”

At this moment, your eyes accidentally met Minho’s right behind Jisung and the older boy had the audacity to wink at you before sprinting out of the room with a thumbs up above his head.

In the end, you shrugged and answered, “I like him.”

“What?!” Jisung sat up so quickly he almost scared a bunch of kittens walking all over his chest into jumping away.

“I’d be a psychopath if I don’t like him but let him volunteer around here, dumbass.” You deadpanned, moving the kittens around him to a safer space on the floor. “Besides, you asked me if I like him, not how I like him.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

Minho had a whole laugh out of eavesdropping from this conversation that he felt bad and actually adjusted his schedule for volunteering and playing soccer better so ‘Jisung would have one less thing to whine about all the time.’

Age seventeen. You and Jisung tried convincing your respective parents that going to prom as a group is the more practical and actually trendy thing to do but your mothers wouldn’t have it. Ultimately, the two of you ended up lying that you’re going as each other’s dates.

You initially planned on begging to Seungmin until he pulled up balloons, roses, and a song number to his lab partner right on the lunch break that you planned on doing it and, of course, you had enough dignity to not fall in line with the countless of students that basically worshipped Hyunjin’s locker as if it were a shrine.

Jisung, with Eunha already set on going with someone else she started dating at the beginning of the 11th grade school year, was the convenient choice. Your parents knew each other, he knows someone (his older brother) who can drive, and he’s recently gotten over his Emo-Hypebeast wardrobe phase after joining the school’s radio club with Chan and Changbin. With some convincing (read: an elaborate PowerPoint Presentation he made you do on the spot during one of your lunch breaks), the two of you decided that you would take all the photos your respective mothers wanted, carpool to the hotel, then go on your separate ways until his brother picks the two of you up at the end of the night.

It was a simple and fool-proof plan, one that you almost forgot when you rented an emerald green and gold prom attire then Jisung’s mother told you right after about hearing her son trying to order a purple callalily boutonniere that clearly did not match your taste nor your colors (you sorted this out by cancelling the order and taking matters into your own hands). Then, the most awkward photo op at your house happened.

“Sungie, put your arm around Y/N!”

“Y/N, stop slouching, you’re going to wrinkle your outfit!”

You were never serious-looking in any photos that had Jisung in it as well, preferring to pose like the two of you planned on murdering each other right after the photos instead, but your respective moms were holding your Instax camera and the family film cameras across the living room in this particular situation and so you reluctantly kept it inside. Straightening up your shoulders and elbowing Jisung to at least wrap an arm over your shoulder, you held up smiles right next to your red rose corsage and boutonniere set until the two women were eventually satisfied with their photos.

“Aah, you two really make a cute couple!”

“Mom, we’re not a couple!” Jisung whined, glaring at you after which you immediately returned with the same expression.

“God, I’d sell all my limbs first before we actually become a couple.” You deadpanned back at him.

Fortunately, Jisung’s older brother allowed the two of you to basically try and throw each other out of the car windows on the thirty-minute ride to the hotel venue in compensation. You almost had him by the neck and he almost ruined your hair that you spent hours curling until Hyunjin pulled you back with a smack to your head and dragged the two of you away to help in the Prom Committee’s final preparations since Jisung was going to perform with Changbin and you were a part of the Prom’s Logistics team.

You mostly stayed out of each other’s hairs for most of the first part of the program as you were busy pulling everything together while Jisung was having the time of his life with the soccer and basebal teams. The next time you bumped into each other, you scolded him for running late to his and Changbin’s set after dinner.

“Where were you?!” You mostly hit him in the back with your clipboard, frantically passing him his already set up electric guitar and a microphone. First, one of your peers got drunk too early in the dinner to help out in the program, then one of the event’s award sashes briefly went missing and, not to mention, a lot of the people from the other committees somehow forgot about their event tasks when you asked in the main groupchat. You really weren’t having anyone’s antics at this point. “Geez, we already practiced this!”

“Ow, ow, ow! Stop hitting me! Why are you so on edge?” Appropriately, he whined in complaint and took a step back after receiving his equipment, holding his hands up in defense as he always does. “Cut me some slack, Y/N! It’s prom!”

“You’re so late when your table is literally right next to the side of the stage!”

“I was dancing with everyone else! You wouldn’t know since you wouldn’t even take a break!”

“Because I’m busy!”

“No, you’re just being more irritable than usual!”

“Fuck you, Han Jisung.” You rolled your eyes with an exasperated sigh, coldly directing him to the stage. “You’re on, get on the stage.”

You knew he didn’t mean it cruelly, especially when his pupils started to shake and his shoulders instinctively slumped as he glanced back at you right before reluctantly stepping up the star-filled stage, but you were too tired of having to run around and making the event perfect for most of the night to process anything, much less his usual jabs at you. Being in such a tired headspace, you couldn’t enjoy his songs no matter how undeniably great they were, much less meet his eyes when you knew how he kept glancing at you throughout the entire set.

He even covered your favorite song on the spot (which surprised Changbin and had Hyunjin running around backstage to inform everyone of the sudden extension) but you already sat down on your shared table with Hyunjin, Seungmin, Eunha, and their dates before he could even begin singing the chorus.

“Hey, you good?” Minjung, Eunha’s date, asked you with an offering of an extra shawl to cover your exposed shoulders from the nearby air-conditioning unit. Eunha had previously left to go to the bathroom after stopping by your shared table. “Y/N, I told you if you needed extra help with the program, you could’ve just told us. We just planned on dancing tonight, anyway.”

“I’m good.” You grumbled in a half-lie, resting your chin on your propped up hand tiredly, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ for the shawl as you fought away your tiredness. “I think I’ll just sit the rest of Prom out. Hyunjin can run the program on his own.”

Minjung frowned, sitting down next to you and fixing the loose strands on the haphazard ponytail you managed to pull up in the middle of the program. “Are you sure? Eunha and I can stay with you until you’re feeling better. Besides, the program’s still long, you deserve to enjoy your hard work later at least.”

Stubbornly, you simply scrunched up your nose and shook your head. “I think I’ve had enough of prom for one night. You should go and dance more, though. I’m okay as long as you guys are having fun.”

But equally as headstrong as you are, Minjung got Eunha in on convincing you to agreeing to one dance with them as soon as she came back from the bathroom, reasoning out that, “We can stay in the back and just dance silly! It’s prom!”

The pair proved themselves to be unstoppable in their joint persuasiveness when they got you to stand up and actually join them at the next set, right as Jisung was about to approach you to apologize. The poor boy ended up waiting the entire night until the two of you were alone instead, shivering right next to each other at the lobby while waiting for his brother to pick you two up.

“Why did you even pick out something off-shoulder? I get that it’s trendy these days but you picked the venue knowing it’s cold and didn’t even connect a few dots there.” He hissed lowly, contemplating on teasing you further or keeping it quiet until he can muster up a ‘sorry’ to you. Shrugging off his jacket, he then gently draped it over your shoulder and added, “Don’t catch a cold or something...your mom’s going to kill me.”

“Shut up.” You hissed back, crossing your arms further in over your chest as you spotted his brother’s car approaching the lobby’s driveway. You didn’t remove his coat from your back, though, clutching it tightly instead while convincing yourself that he willingly gave it to you so there’s no reason for you to throw it back at him when you really needed it. “ You don’t even do nice things for me.”

The familiar words visibly caught him off-guard, almost foiling his plan of opening the door for you as he freezes in his steps but he regains composure in time and almost trips ahead to swat your hand away from the car’s door handle. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled in the awkward silence, gulping down his fears of your death glare as he briefly averted his gaze away from you. With this, he missed the way your gaze softened. “There’s candies in the pockets.”

And there was, coincidentally enough the same brand he tried stealing from you on your school field trip.

“These aren’t expired, right?” You chuckled, popping a chocolate in your mouth anyway.

That was enough for Jisung to relax his shoulders and laugh along. “No, promise.” He held a hand up as if he was swearing by his words, easing you into another fit of laughs. “I ran all the way to the convenience store down the block to get you those tonight! I felt really bad...I didn’t mean it.”

He could be sweet if he wanted, you’d give him that.

“I’m sorry too.” You whispered to him at the end of the night, right after scoffing at him for insisting to walk you all the way to your doorstep of course. “I was so stressed with managing everything that I took it out on you.”

Standing awkwardly with you right in front of your house’s front door, the sheepish boy rubbed the nape of his neck and shrugged. “Nah, I think I deserve it. I do annoy you a lot, don’t I?” He chuckled, eyes trained to the ground. “I didn’t even ask you to one dance.”

“Not like you actually had to, we’re no—”

“But you were still technically my date and I don’t want to be a bad prom date, even to you!” He insisted anyway, only then looking up at you. “I’ll make it up to you in the distant future, okay? Reserve me your next dance in the distant future, no matter where it is!”

Before you could even retort, he was already running back to his brother’s car.

Age eighteen and a half. Jisung began dating a girl named Haneul whom he met in one of his general classes and didn’t have one single clue about baseball or soccer. Naturally, his entire friend group was concerned.

Though you’re much civil friends now, you still didn’t really care. Or maybe you didn’t want to out of spite (or a really really weird and displaced feeling of jealousy?), you weren’t sure. You just thought that Jisung can do whatever he wants even when it’s something that’s generally not advisable when you’re a freshman in college, but it seemed as if it was all Jeongin talked to you about whenever the two of you met up to study for one of your shared classes so naturally you forced yourself to take in all of the gossip. What’s worse is that Hyunjin would come over often to loiter around the library and gawk at the cute student librarian, ultimately encouraging the younger boy to talk about it more.

“You’re being unfair to her.” You always reminded the two, sometimes Seungmin when he would sit quietly in the middle of the topic and say nothing to defend Haneul. In this particular time, Jeongin took you to watch the baseball team’s Wednesday scrimmage after hours of studying your nursing notes together at the nearby library. “Like, look, I don’t even do any sports myself but you guys hang out with me.”

“But you’re different, you’re not dating any one of us.” Hyunjin snickered, hugging his helmet to his chest as he sat a step below you on the bleaches. When a thought then crossed his mind, he dramatically gasped over his gloves and added, “Wait, does that mean you have a crush on someone? Is it me?”

You smacked him in the head with your hand, rolling your eyes after. “You know what I mean.”

Next to you, Jeongin mustered up a shrug as he tried getting an injured Kira to sit back down on her seat. Your stubborn best friend, after playing at an underground derby game on the weekend prior, kept on moving around because sitting down with her injuries made her uncomfortable. “But at least you make an effort for us even if it’s just small.” He reasoned out, huffing tiredly when Kira finally sits down and promises not to move for the next five minutes. You would’ve helped him but personally you thought he deserved to suffer alone after letting her go out despite her injuries today. “Haneul got dragged by Jisung to watch last week’s scrimmage and didn’t even last a set. She just left in the middle of the game—literally!”

“He made Jisung skip on my derby game to too!” Kira pouted, waving her bandaged hands frantically in the air. “I’m personally offended, Y/N!”

“And she doesn’t seem to like talking to us in general.” Hyunjin shrugged in conclusion. “Like, sports aside, she’s a bit rude and nonchalant when she talks to us in general especially when Sung isn’t around. It’s a bit sus to me.”

“To be fair, Kira, I wouldn’t be going too if you and Yeji aren’t so insistent on it. It’s so worrying seeing the two of you get hurt.” You pointed out before averting your attention to Jeongin once more. “And Jeongin, you know the only reason I can’t leave baseball and soccer games these days is because you and Seungmin are usually my ride home.” You scoffed. “If I could, I’d be hanging out with Felix more and only going to Kira’s games. Ya, why is he even allowed to skip games and I’m not, anyway?”

“Because he’s taking classes and training with the cheerdance squad until 8 PM and as far as I’m concerned, you’re free after 12 noon like me!” Jeongin simply grinned at you, earning himself a glare. “Also, I need you here with me as the medic team. You know I’ll panic alone!”

Fortunately, no one ever actually gets injured at any of the games regardless if they were formal or not. By the time the game has finished, you were reminding Kira to rest more at her dorms and sprinting out of the baseball field to the samgyeopsal place the team promised to treating dinner at. You completely missed the boys’ conversation on Haneul in the process but you did get free food.

You really didn’t get it. The one time you met Haneul by chance, when you and Felix bumped into the two at the mall near the supermarket, she seemed a bit distant but she could be polite when she wanted to. Of course, it rubbed you the wrong way but you and Felix thought that it was none of your business anyway, given that neither of you are dating her.

“When the guys walked me out of the baseball field last Wednesday, they did mention something about Jisung aiming for the soccer national team but who knows if they’re exaggerating again or something.” Kira confided in you later that week when the two of you met up over lunch. “Either way, I’d understand. If I were in Jisung’s shoes, I’d feel a little disheartened if someone I really like doesn’t appreciate the things I’m passionate about!”

Still, you simply let your friends sort it out for themselves. “Jisung’s a grown-up, he can figure things out on his own at the end of the day.” You reasoned out.

Age eighteen and three-fourths. Jisung asked—practically begged—you to go to the movies with him because he and Haneul broke up the week before his birthday after opening up his worries to her. The other ticket was meant to be a surprise for his ex-girlfriend.

From what Jeongin and Felix have gossiped to you on two separate occasions, Haneul apparently didn’t like you and the rest of Jisung’s immediate friend group no matter how many times the boys tried warming up to her and getting to know her over the summer. She didn’t really support Jisung’s passion for sports, too, and mostly just stuck around for the ‘clout of it all’ or however Felix worded it to you.

“I’d ask Hyunjin but he has a date with that librarian!” Jisung frowned over the phone on the night before the scheduled screening of Weathering with You. Reminiscent of a similar time long ago, he sounded more like he was convincing himself than you. “And Seungmin’s taking care of Kira, Minho and Felix are training, Changbin’s doing God knows what with his finals, Chan has swim training and—and yeah, you know where I’m going with this!”

You sighed, rolling over on your back in your bed after submitting your online work. “You can ask the baseball team, the soccer team, your Introduction to Musical Theory class, the campus radio club, and—and yeah, you also know where I’m going with this.”

“Yeah but—but it’d be weird if I just went with anyone or something!” He mumbled under his breath, pausing on the other line to scratch his head in thought. “Come on, it’s not your midterms week yet, right? Can’t you come over and go to the movies with me?”

“You’ll probably strangle me in the dark or something.” You argued next.

“But it’s free tickets! At least you’re going to die with free tickets!”

“So you are planning to kill me! I knew it!” You snorted dryly, rolling your eyes. “Seriously, don’t you have anyone else to go with? Why me?”

Jisung took in a sharp breath in the longest pause you’ve ever heard from the usually rowdy boy. At that moment, only then did you notice the faint sounds of pre-recorded dialogues for soccer arcade games. He must’ve been at the one near his dorm then as he usually was when he was contemplating on something. “I just—honestly, I’m still processing all of this and I don’t want to open up to the guys...and Eunha’s abroad and I’m not that close to Kira or Bora so I thought of you.”

Now, it was your turn to be speechless.

“It’s silly, I know.” Jisung continued with an awkward laugh when he didn’t hear anything on your end. “But even when you’re annoying sometimes and you always get angry at me because you always misunderstand, you’ve known me the longest and I know you listen well and you’re always open-minded about things so I thought I’d vent to you, if it’s okay...”

You finally released a defeated sigh, sitting up properly on your bed as if he was actually in the same room as you. “God, you’re too good at making me feel guilty.” You mused out loud. “Fine, just text me the place and time and no funny business!”

You met up with Jisung at the nearest shopping center the following night, surprise paper bags of take-out and a mini cake for two to eat at the cinema.

“I’m only going to be nice to you this time because you just got dumped and it’s your birthday later.” You explained as serious as you can to a giggling and blushing Jisung, handing him the take-out paper bags. Once the dinner meals are in his hands, you then take out the blueberry mini cheesecake from its separate paper bag and set up the candle you brought along with it. “Now, make a wish and get it over with.”

Jisung’s eyes widened at the pink candle suddenly being pushed up to his face, distracting him from the passersby cooing and making comments at the two of you. “Really?”

You nodded impatiently, thrusting the cake further up his face. “Yes! Now, blow on your candles or I’ll do it myself and eat the whole thing!”

Jisung wasted no time blowing the single candle and taking the cake from you as well, jumping up and down in place as he closed the lid carefully and returned it to its paper bag. “Thank you!” He exclaimed gleefully, pulling you to a side hug. “Now, I feel a bit better.”

“You better.” You frowned back at him, biting down a small smile when his hug lingered on a second longer. “Now, let’s go or we’ll be late to the screening.”

Fortunately, Jisung didn’t actually tried strangling you in the dark while the movie played since he became busy with eating his dinner and cake as well as crying over the plot.

Age nineteen. Jisung took you to the arcade inside the shopping center after to vent while scoring kicks at the mini soccer game.

“Basically, she said—” Score. “—that she felt annoyed that Hyunjin, Minho, Jeongin, and Seungmin were mostly onto her for ‘seeming off’ whenever they met or interacted.” Another score. Standing outside the protective fence, your gaze darted quickly between Jisung and the small net across the long room. “So I said that’s just how those guys are: they’re very curious of new people and make a lot of effort over it so when they feel that the other person’s energy seems off or doesn’t match theirs in any way, they’d worry.”

You nodded along whenever he glanced over to you, agreeing halfheartedly. “Hm, those guys don’t take bullshit, of course...”

“Yeah, right...” Jisung kicked another ball, barely missing the goal as he thinks of what to say next. “Then she started accusing the guys that they don’t like her because she doesn’t do sports which doesn’t even make sense because I know it’s not superficial like that.” He sighed, scoring again. After this particular kick, he then stopped altogether and turned to you. “The guys just feel off that, as someone I’m dating, she doesn’t make enough effort to watch my games or be familiar with the sports I love. It’s not the same thing.”

“But does she make an effort to listen to your music?” You blurted out of nowhere, surprising not only Jisung but also yourself.

It just occurred you to on the spot. All this talk about Jisung’s passion for sports had you thinking if Haneul also disliked the one other thing that Jisung was absolutely passionate about: his music.

And it seemed to have caught him off-guard as it took the boy longer to contemplate on the question. “I—n-no? No...” He furrowed his brows in thought, walking over to you on his side of the chain link fence. “Come to think of it, she never told me what she thought of the songs I used to send her for feedback...”

You nodded, mumbling under your breath, “So much for defending her from everyone last summer...”

“Hm?”

“Like, I’d get it if your friends don’t immediately warm up to her because that really does happen in some relationships and it can be remedied over time but not appreciating the things you, the person she’s dating, are passionate about is another thing. If she doesn’t like the things you’re passionate about, then maybe she really isn’t the one you should be with.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “She could be all things nice but if she doesn’t support your own ambitions, other things that make you really happy, then everything else doesn’t mean anything.”

When he doesn’t speak, you allow yourself to continue. “Kira told me that you’re aiming for the national team in either baseball or soccer which is a bit surprising since I know you’re already being sought after for your music even at university so clearly those things are very important to you. Having someone around that doesn’t see that importance enough to make efforts is a bit meaningless in the long run, if you think about it. You...you deserve better, it’s what I’m trying to get at.”

Still, he wouldn’t speak after everything you said. Instead, the boy just gaped at you from the fence. It definitely unnerved you as time dragged on longer.

“I let you vent and made my own input on it like you wanted me here to and you just gape?” You tsked through your nervousness, crossing your arms teasingly and leaning over the fence on your side. “Ji, say something.”

“...thank you.” He finally breathed out before you could complain further, catching you off-guard this time. “I needed that.”

“What?”

“This whole thing just made me feel really conflicting feelings.” He confessed, voice lower than usual now as he mirrored your position. “Thank you for listening and telling me what you thought. They definitely made a lot of things clearer.”

You smiled, shoving him slightly through the fence separating the two of you. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it birthday boy?” You teased, laughing even more when he pouted at your teasing tone. “So? Feel better, then?”

“A bit, yeah.” He nodded, grinning widely now. “Thanks for tonight, Y/N.”

“You won’t admit it to my face but I know you’d do the same for me if I annoyed you into it enough.” You shrugged, standing up properly now and walking over to the entrance. “Now, would you let me play? You’ve been at it for twenty minutes, it’s getting tiring watching you.”

He laughed at this as you joined him in the arcade space, kicking a soccer ball towards you as soon as you came in through the chain entrance. “What? You think you can do better?”

“I had to watch you all the time after school back then because you were my ride home and Mrs. Han always picked us up late. I’m sure that could amount to something.”

Age nineteen and a half. For a mandatory community service class, all of your friends signed up to volunteer at an orphanage.

The majority vote was actually at the shelter you used to volunteer at but your old neighbourhood was too far from the university you were attending and so the most practical option, the orphanage just two blocks away, was the natural next best thing. And from this one semester’s worth of experience, you definitely learned a lot about your friends.

For one, Hyunjin, Felix, and Jeongin were only popular with kids but only for their looks (additionally, his baking skills for Felix). Whenever you passed by them during volunteer hours, you would often find the three buried underneath a pile of toddlers hitting them with all kinds of toys. Feeling bad, you actually got the orphanage’s matron to assign them to the older kids after a while.

Seungmin and Kira, on the other hand, were so awkward at first but naturally got into the groove of it. Maybe it’s because they only started dating then and everything was flustering but they surprised you the most with how much they got along with almost all of the kids regardless of age.

Then, there was Jisung whom almost all of the younger kids practically fought over to play with at the playground. As if it was an inside joke of some sort, it made you laugh the most how the kids would often ask him to push them at the swings.

“Careful now,” You reminded him once jokingly, elbowing his side as the two of you approached the swing set where the kids were already waiting to get pushed on their respective seats. “don’t want their knees to get scraped or something.”

He simply scoffed at you, shaking his head in disbelief. “I won’t let that happen, not at this age.”

“So if I asked you to push me on the swings later, you won’t try and kill me this time?” You asked next, waving hello to the children before going around the swing set to gently push them to momentum. Jisung followed suit, making a beeline to his favorite, a toddler named Ara who always asked to be pushed higher on the swings.

“That’s a trick question because we’re not actually allowed to play here.” He answered matter-of-factly, turning to Ara right after. “Isn’t that right, Ara? Y/N isn’t allowed to play here because she’s an adult, right?”

The two of you would sit on the swing set and take turns pushing each other when the orphanage staff weren’t looking anyway, giggling amongst yourselves while watching the kids migrate to the jungle gym.

“You were so annoying when we were kids!” You mostly complained, letting yourself laugh about it now as it was all in the distant past. “You had the ‘girls had cooties’ phase and everything.”

“Because the boys all said it was true!” Jisung was quick to say in his defense, twisting the chains on his swing around to make himself spin. “And I was seven so of course I’d believe them that easily!”

“What about when you pushed me from the swings?”

“We both know that was an accident.”

“You could’ve secretly held a grudge against me as early as that time! You were so mad when your mom made you buy me snacks!”

“Because you told your mom that I did it on purpose! I thought you hated me even before that too.”

“Well, I never hated you before that, just to set the record straight.” You shook your head immediately, turning your swings to the side to face him briefly. “You? Did you ever hate me?”

“Never.” He shook his head back at you in response, equally serious now. “You were annoying at times but that was because I was kinda annoying to you too.”

“What about now?” You asked next, voice unexpectedly wavering at asking such a question and even more when he chuckled at this.

“You were with me on my what was almost my worst birthday ever just three months ago. What do you think?” He scoffed playfully, returning to his spinning to ease his flustered face. “Besides, we’re like better less-trying to kill each other all the time friends now! We’re even studying together again these days.”

“We both know you’re only at the library since you’ve been trying to wingman Hyunjin with the librarian and dote on Jeongin like he’s your baby.”

“What? No, I’m there for you too! Moral support!”

Age nineteen and three-fourths. Jisung’s older brother invited you along with your parents to his wedding during the Spring break and Jisung immediately jumped on the chance to redeem himself as ‘the best dance partner you ever had.’

You didn’t even think he’d remember something he said himself back then. Personally, you thought it was just his guilt from pissing you off or sleepiness from dancing too much at prom that was talking then. But the moment the dance floor was opened at the rather extravagant cherry blossoms-themed wedding, the best man was by your side within seconds after sprinting from his table across the wedding hall.

“Y/N!” He called to you as he ran to your table shared with all of your friends, your parents, and a few people from your childhood neighbourhood; his obnoxiously loud voice against the jazz music and his hand raised up above his head to wave at you catching a few guests’ attention. “Y/N!”

Felix was about to ask you to dance after Seungmin and Kira as well as Hyunjin and Jeongin paired up, your hand already up in the air to accept his, but Jisung was quick to swat your hand away from the other boy as soon as he arrived. “Sorry, Lix, I’m afraid I’ll have to steal Y/N away!” He dramatically interrupted in between tired pants, flashing the confused Felix with a sheepish grin. “I owe Y/N a very important dance!”

“What dance?” You raised a brow, bringing your hand away from his and back to your lap.

“The one—t-the one I promised you that night a-at prom.” He sighed, finally catching his breath after. “I promised you then, remember?”

From the corner of your eye, Felix’s eyes lightened up in excitement as he clasped his hands together and cooed. “Aww!” He giggled, making you and Jisung turn to him after. “If that’s the case, then why should I stop you two? I’ll just see if Chan or Changbin aren’t dancing yet!”

“But Lix!”

The other boy’s quick to wave his hands to you snappily, shaking his head. “No buts, Y/N! You two go and do that cute promised dance thing you have going on! I’ll be fine!” He assured, much to your protests. “I knew something was going on!”

“Nothing’s going o—“

“Thanks, Lix! I owe you, dude.” Jisung pats Felix’s shoulder appreciatively, turning to you after and taking your hand once more to pull you up into a stand. “Now, come on! My brother said he has my songs on queue!”

He whisked you away before you could protest further, taking you to the dance floor just as the music slows down to his own song. “Right on time!” He even exclaimed happily before placing his other hand on your waist. You’ve heard this one before as the one he would always sing at the Open Mic Nights at university. “Now, to make it up to you...”

Jisung didn’t dance so bad. He was still playful, making it a game between the two of you on who can step on the other’s feet the most when the next songs became more upbeat, but he was serious when he wanted to, sheepishly apologizing that it took him long to make it up to you.

“I didn’t even remember it until you brought it up tonight.” You assured with a laugh as the song slowed down once more. Without even realizing it, you’ve danced all of the songs in the two-hour setlist with him. “I didn’t think it was important.”

“Well, it is to me.” He shrugged as nonchalantly as he can, visibly looking nervous towards the end. When you quietly asked him why, his only response was, “Because that night I really realized that even when I liked annoying you, I don’t like pissing you off so much to the point that you hate me.”

And at that moment you realized that Jisung has some way of catching you off-guard so randomly. “W-What? I mean—” You wanted to joke something along the lines of ‘wow, took you long enough,’ but the words ultimately never came out as Jisung chuckled at your baffled expression.

“I mean, trying to piss each other off, joking around, competing over studies—those are our things.” He confessed sincerely, unconsciously tightening his grip on your hand as the song progressed. “But I said something that night thinking of it as a joke and not really considering the thought that it would piss you off so much because you were so stressed already. I didn’t like pushing you on edge like that—”

“You already apologized and everything, it’s all g—”

“—But most importantly, I really wanted to dance with you then, regardless of the incident.” He breathed out before you could even finish your thought, rendering you speechless for the second time. “Maybe I’ve always liked you then, maybe even before that; either way, I really wanted to have one moment where we weren’t fighting or anything—and, surprisingly, even when we’ve started hanging out better, I still want one. I still like you.”

You immediately stopped dancing, bumping shoulders with a stranger behind you which Jisung instinctively responded to by pulling your frozen form to the side of the dance floor. You pursed your lips once to speak, only managing to fumble out, “Y-You...you liked me?”

“I said I like you. Present tense.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, hands dropping to his sides immediately at sensing how tense and awkward the atmosphere suddenly became. “And I like you the way Seungmin dotes on Kira and Minho’s always protective of Bora and Jeoyeon’s been helplessly pining over Chan, those kinds in case you’re going to pull that how exactly do I like you bullshit you learned from Minho before again.”

“I—r-really?” Was your only response as you tried your best to process this revelation. “You like me? W-Why—why me?”

He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Yes, Y/N, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” He teased as casually as he could muster with his growing nervousness. “And why you? I don’t know, either, but I think I can start remembering as far back as the time you teased me at the playground that I push like a sissy but didn’t look for another playmate anyway. I’ve always liked you...just a little bit more now that I’m much more sure of a lot of things.”

It was all so overwhelming, honestly, but you belatedly muster up a laugh as he recalled such a distant memory from you. “Y-You...God, Han Jisung, you’re insufferable!” You mumbled under your breath, hitting him by his arm with one hand while the other covered your mouth. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“So, does that mean you like me too?”

“I let you dance with me the entire night. What do you think?” You scoffed playfully, gaze softening as you looked up at his relieved smile and bright eyes. “You did push like a sissy at the playground when we were kids, though.”

Age twenty. When Minho bought his roommate flowers to their last cheerdance competition and asked her to be his girlfriend, Hyunjin dared you to one-up the upperclassman and wear Jisung’s jersey to his own final game of the year.

“Well, you did give him that talk over dating someone who appreciates the things he loves.” Eunha told you over video call with the rest of your friend group on the day Hyunjin brought up the idea. Before you could even protest and repeatedly assure that you do support everything Jisung does, she was quick to add, “Yeah, I know you do appreciate them but I just think it’s fitting now! He’s been making a lot of effort for you lately and didn’t you say you wanted to do something in return? Maybe you can finally ask him what you’ve been wanting to ask for a while now too...”

You hated how she was right and very convincing about it. Since the wedding earlier in the year, Jisung has been nothing short of nicer to you. From actually hanging out with you at the library now (and not just to wingman Hyunjin or dote on Jeongin), buying you food randomly, to letting you vent your own worries and unwind from school by playing soccer with you or playing you music with his guitar, he’s been ‘making it up to you’ with quality time and sweet gestures; the only catch is that he hasn’t officially asked you out like he would.

The two of you aren’t exactly the direct words type of people but it’s still nice to have some sort of affirmation.

With a few more coaxing on her part combined with Seungmin’s own persuasiveness nagging at you in real time, your friends eventually got Jeongin to steal one of Jisung’s spare soccer jerseys later that day to give to you for his game on the following Saturday.

To say that Jisung was flustered is an understatement to say the least. Quickly catching you at the very front of the bleachers before the game started, he waved at you and the rest of your cheering friend group shyly, approaching only when the coach gave him permission to.

“Hey, that’s mine.” He snickered with even more sheepishness at seeing you up close, holding the jersey he wears by its shoulders before gesturing to the identical one you wear. The two of you stand by the stairs leading down to the field, on the side where you aren’t in the way of passing players and staff. “The jersey—maybe the one wearing it too.”

You held up the bouquet of daisies in your hands close to your face, effectively hiding the heat rising up to your neck. “I bought your favorite flowers too.” You pointed out next before gesturing to your friends sitting around you. “Those smartasses dared me to outdo Minho’s stunt at the cheerdance competition which I still think is dumb since you were in on that one but, hey, it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?”

“Just seeing you is already enough.” He added with a flirty wink, making you cringe teasingly. “The jersey’s a really big bonus, though. I think I can score everything on this one because of you.”

“You better or else this jerseys’ going to be mine now.”

“I don’t mind.” He shook his head immediately, pulling you closer by the waist in his now ritual good luck hug from you and placing the flowers back on your sides. “I don’t mind calling you mine too.”

The cheesy pick-up line makes the two of you laugh. Either way, you push yourself to not let go of him too soon. “...ew, Jisung!” You hit his back instead, heaving a sigh of relief anyway before finally pulling away from his hug to send him off. That’s enough confirmation now. “Now, go win this game and get it over with. We’re still on for movies later, right?”

“Yep.” He assured, patting your head affectionately before boldly leaning closer again for a kiss. “I’m looking forward to it!”

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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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Plz make a prat 2 to its your fault!!! It was SO GOOD!!

LMAO I WASNT GONNA BUT I BROKE 100 FOLLOWERS PURELY BC THAT FIC SO-

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Kuroo x reader - it’s your fault (pt. 2)

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

part one can be found here! , and if the link is broken, check my pinned masterlist!

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Sports sucks. That’s the mindset (y/n) carried over to Karasuno, in his second year of high school.

He was doing great. He joined the writing club, he did extra well in his English classes, and even made acquaintances who didn’t force them to learn a sport for the rest of their life’s.

He doesn’t think he’d call them “friends” though. They weren’t as close as he was to his ‘teammates’. Or Kenma. Or Kuroo.

But then again, his relationship with Kuroo wasn’t real. And (y/n) will forever hate him for that. He’ll hate his guts for as long as he lives, for wasting his time and giving up his passion just because he couldn’t suck it up to tell him he didn’t want to be friends anymore.

“(L/n)-San, you’re late.”

A cold sweat broke out on (y/n). He looked up at his history teacher, with a nervous smile. He didn’t care for that class as much as the others, so it’s hard to keep up when you aren’t interested.

“(L/n), this is your third offense. I’m going to have to send you to detention. Take your seat and see me after class.”

“Yes sensei...”

He tiptoed to his seat and slid into his chair, with his head down. It was his first detention. He wasn’t going to lie when he said he was nervous.

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The detention wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. When he walked in, the teacher supervising was asleep on his desk, and there were only about 4-5 second years in there.

None really stood out, minus the one sitting in the corner, with his feet up, spinning a volleyball in between his hands. He had hair that reminded him of that bitch Kuroo, except it was styled like that on purpose, and there was a streak of blond straight in the middle.

The stranger seemed to catch his disgusted face, and said “Oi-you got a problem, pretty boy?”

(Y/n) wiped the look off his face and leaned a against the wall, not wanting to sit down. He stood there for about 5 minutes, before he heard the ever so familiar sound of a volleyball being smacked. Absentmindedly, he turned towards the sound, and brought his hands up to receive the ball. It’s the first thing they drill into your mind in that prison called Nekoma, so could you really blame him?

The thing he didn’t expect, was the ball to actually hit his hands. He thought the sound was in his head, or the boy just smacked the ball in his hands, but he didn’t think that he threw the damn ball at him. The ball effortlessly bounced off his arms and flew back into the hands of the boy, who had a shocked, excited, expression.

“You play volleyball?!” The boy jumped out of his seat and ran up to him. He was short, but then again, (y/n) wasn’t that tall to begin with.

“I...don’t...I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit! That was a perfect receive! I’ve seen guys on my team who don’t have a receive as good as that!”

Team? He thought there would be no ‘team’. This is the one school with that ‘fallen crows’ thing, right?

The boy was jumping up and down, praising his receive and making weird sound effects. He’s never really been praised on his receive before. It was heartwarming.

“-and you gotta join my team!”

“Hell no. I don’t play volleyball anymore. I’m done with it.” The words came out like an automated response. The boy tilted his head to the side.

“Why not? Your one of those new kids right? I don’t think I’ve seen you last year.”

“I don’t care much to talk about it” (y/n) chuckled and sat down. The boy sat down next to him, to his disappointment.

“I’m Nishinoya Yuu. What’s your name?”

“(Y/n).” (Y/n) said nothing more, mainly because he was used to going by his first name at Nekoma.

“(Y/n)? Just (y/n)? Is that your first name or your last orrrr-“

“First,” (y/n) drummed his fingers on the desk. “I don’t like formalities when it comes to spor-“

That response came out automatically aswell. It’s something Kenma said so much, that he started doing it aswell. They weren’t even doing sports. They’re in detention for gods sake.

“Nice to meet you man!” Nishinoya gave him a pat on the back. (Y/n) flinched a bit. Kenma wasn’t touchy at all, and Kuroo avoided as much contact with him as possible. Yet this...stranger was talking to him like he was the last person on earth. He was the center of attention right now. And he loved that feeling.

Are all countryside people this nice? Back in Tokyo, or at least with Kenma and Kuroo, they weren’t so...touchy. And the team wasn’t touchy as well. But maybe this is different. Maybe...

“You have to at least VISIT the practice! I won’t force you to join! But this is my last day of detention before I finally return and it would be cool if I got another player in! Not that I’m assuming you’ll want to play instantly but-“

“I’ll do it.”

“Really!?”

He was just going to watch. He wanted to see how different the Miyagi players were compared to Tokyo. That’s all. After that he’s going to leave. No more volleyball.

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Nishinoya and (y/n) became good friends during the remainder of the detention. He told (y/n) he was a libero, and asked what his old position was. He lied and said he was a libero too. There was really no reason to lie, but he didn’t want to say he was a setter either.

On their way to the gym, (y/n) could practically feel how excited Nishinoya was. It was something (y/n) could never understand. They neared the entrance to the gym, when Nishinoya suddenly sprinted inside. A ball hurdled towards him, and he returned in the direction it came from, with little to no effort.

(Y/n) jogged in after him. “Noya! Warn me when you start sprinting damnit! you scared me!” A boy with bright orange hair, also pretty short, stared at Nishinoya with wide eyes.

“He’s...he’s shorter than me!”

“Huh? Hey, what did you just say?!” The libero got ready to pounce on the other short boy when he choked out a panicked “s-sorry!”

They started going back and forth on stuff

(y/n) wasn’t paying attention to, when 3 other people walked into the gym.

“Oi! Noya-San!”

“Ryu!”

The unknown people started greeting Nishinoya, while (y/n) stood awkwardly to the side.

“Oh! Let me introduce you.” Noya gestured towards (y/n), who stiffened once all eyes landed on him. My name is (y/n), uh-just (y/n). I don’t like formalities when it comes to sports.”

“Yeah! He said he wanted to watch-“

“Actually I want to join.”

It was something (y/n) said on impulse, after looking at everyone’s friendly attitude. They looked at (y/n), even though he was a total stranger, like he was a part of the family. He couldn’t help the words spilling out of his mouth. Nishinoya went silent, along with everyone in the room. A smile grew on Noyas face as he shook (y/n’s) shoulders giddily.

“That’s great! What position are you going to play?” The black haired dude with tan skin said, walking up to (y/n) and patting him on the back. Again, with everyone’s kindness. It’s so weird.

“Set-“

His throat closed in as if it told him he wasn’t supposed to say that. He felt the piercing stare of a boy with black hair and blue eyes. He was most likely a setter. He also looked at the kind smile of the man with silver hair, but how his eyes betrayed his kind look. They looked sad, and droplet of sweat rolled down his cheek. He was probably a setter, too. (Y/n) closed his mouth, then opened it again.

“...Libero. I want to play libero with Noya, if that’s alright.”

(Y/n) hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision. Not of signing up as a libero, his defense was pretty strong and on par with Noyas. He just hoped he wouldn’t regret joining the volleyball team he sought to never set foot on.

But everyone’s warm, friendly smiles made him forget about his inner turmoil, even temporarily.

He’d guess he’d have to quit the writing club, then.

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“Rolllllling thunnnnnder!”

Noya dove for the ball and tumbled away, before standing up, looking proud of himself.

Tanaka and (y/n) started laughing hysterically, while Suga awkwardly mused out a “N-nice receive..”

“Why did he yell that out?” Kageyama looked just as dumbfounded as Sugawara, while Tsukishima and Yamaguchi stifled their laughter. “Pfft-what was that?”

“Kageyama! Tsukishima! Yamaguchi! I’m going to lecture you all! Crouch down! I mean-sit down!”

That just made (y/n) laugh even harder. He forgot why he hated volleyball so much, his stamina built to the point he wasn’t dying when he ran laps, and moments like these made him feel like he was on top of the world. He had a family. A new start. Things were going great. Nothing could ever-

“Everyone! I want you to gather around!” Takeda-Sensei burst through the gym doors, making everyone turn their heads. He started talking about some “golden week training camp” and how they needed to practice. (Y/n) wasn’t really paying attention, choosing to jokingly poke Tanakas waist with a “rollingu tsandaa~!!” Until-

“-and for the last day of golden week, I’ve arranged a practice match!”

Tanaka shooed away (y/n’s) hands and cheered. “Whooah! Who’s our opponent?”

“A venerated school in Tokyo, Nekoma high school.”

(Y/n’s) heart stopped. Every moment of his childhood he wasted cane flooding back just as he started to feel content with his new high school life. His eyes widened dramatically and his mouth hung open a tad. Sugawara seemed to notice, and gave him a concerned look as everyone was buzzing about the practice match.

“You okay?” No response.

“(Y/n?)” no response.

(Y/n) felt the ground swirling under his feet. It suddenly felt like there wasn’t enough air in the gym and the knee pads squeezed the everliving hell out of his legs.

“(Y/n)!” All eyes were on him. He was on the ground, sitting down and starring blankly at Takeda-sensei, while everyone silently stared back at (y/n).

This situation felt familiar.

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The training camp flew by in a flash. It was one or two day before the dreaded match with Nekoma, and they were sprinting around the street to warmup. However Hinata, being Hinata, ran too far and unknowningly, to a place he didn’t recognize.

“Did I get lost?” His thoughts were intruded when he saw a boy, with bleach blond hair, sitting on the curb playing on his phone.

‘A bright red jersey. You don’t see much of those around here.’ Hinata thought.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Hinata ran up to the boy, who was obviously startled by Hinatas sudden exclamation. He looked from his phone, to Hinata, then to the ground.

“Um...I’m lost...”

“Eh? You’re from out of town?” Hinata cocked his head to the side, as the boy with the blond hair turned back to his phone.

“Yeah.”

They stood in silence, with Hinata admiring the game the boy was playing on his phone, when he suddenly jumped up, squealing.

“Are you a volleyball player?! Those are volleyball shoes!”

“Oh...yeah...”

The boy put his phone down and looked at him though his mop of hair. Hinata jumped up and down excitedly.

“I’m in a volleyball club too. I’m Hinata Shoyo!”

Another silence engulfed them, before the boy spoke up. “Kozume...”

“Kozume? That’s you name?”

The boy, ‘Kozume’, looked down at his bag. He then drew his gaze back up, mumbling out a “Kenma” before he looked back down.

“So your Kenma, Huh? Are you in high school?”

“Yeah...I’m a second year.”

Hinata stiffened and straighted his posture rigidly. “Crap! Your older than me! P-pardon me!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t really like formalities when it comes to sports.”

That statement made Hinatas shoulders relax, now sporting an odd look on his face. Kenma noticed his gaze, but said nothing. The thing he said now, was exactly what (Y/n) always said. When he introduced himself when he joined, when he introduced himself to Asahi who joined soon after, and to everyone whom he didn’t know beforehand when in the gym. It was like his catch phase.

“You...remind me of one of my teammates. Uh-! Not exactly! He’s more um...rowdy? B-But you said something he always says and-“

Kenma perked up, whipping his head to Hinata with questioning eyes. He, however, noticed his abrupt nature, and looked back down, trying to focus on his phone.

“Um...what position do you play?”

“Setter.”

“Ehhh?! Really? Your waaay different than our setter! our setter is a litt-“

“Does your setter have (H/c) hair? Or is he kind of clingy who likes video games?”

Hinata looked at him with a confused expression. Kenma looked at Hinata with prying eyes that almost seemed desperate. He was clutching his phone in his hands a little too tightly, to the point his knuckles turned white.

After taking Hinatas silence for a ‘no’ he turned his attention back to his phone, with pursed lips and a “...nevermind...”

The conversation they had was pretty tame afterwards, Hinata complaining about how scary his setter is or how it’s odd that he’s short for a middle blocker.

(Y/n) came jogging down the street Hinata took, along with Sugawara trailing behind him. Once (y/n) took sight of the familiar orange tuft of hair, he smiled. However, once he was about to call out his name, he heard a voice and a name he hasn’t heard in forever.

“Kenma!”

(Y/n) looked past Hinata to see a boy with blond hair. It wasn’t the Kenma he knew, his Kenma has black hair, but it could’ve easily been bleached. He looked a little further and locked eyes with someone he sought to destroy from his mind.

Kuroo.

(Y/n) stood there, frozen to his core, before a harsh glare graced the cheery persona he sought to uphold. Kenma stood up and waved a goodbye to his new friend, before jogging up to Kuroo. Kuroo broke into a cold sweat, shoving his hands in his pockets and averting his eyes guiltily.

Sugawara rounded the corner, before his eyes landed on Hinata and (y/n).

“Ah! Hinata!”

Hinata flinched and turned around to see Sugawara, and (y/n), who was clenching his fists with a disgusted look on his face.

“Man, we were looking all over-“

“Who were you talking you, Hinata?”

(Y/n’s) words dripped with venom. He wasn’t one to get angry, but he grew to resent Nekoma as a whole. Not just Kuroo. He hated Nekoma almost as much as he used to hate sports.

“Uh-I made a friend-he says he plays volleyball too-“

“No shit.”

(Y/n) scoffed and walked away, presumably to go back to where everyone was. Suga and Hinata stood there awkwardly.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know...we should go back, though.”

The two boys trailed behind (y/n), deciding that he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

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Pt 3??? Anyone??? Lmaooo

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imagine-xmen · 4 years ago

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Warnings/Content: FLUFF, established relationship, and slice of life I suppose too.

A/N: Hi! I think I want to do imagines like this now? I hope you enjoy, I got a little carried away with this one lmao so sorry in advance if the ending seems abrupt. I left Reader being a mutant up in the air on purpose, guess I might just have to make a part 2? 👀👀

Setting: This takes place after First Class and the war in full swing but a few years before Days of Future Past. Charles is just starting to be sick of voices and using too much serum. I'm thinking roughly 1970.

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The day starts like any other. You’re the last one to wake up, drag yourself out of bed, and head downstairs to the breakfast nook. You find Hank already at the table with toast and orange juice, a slice already half eaten. He’s fiddling with one of the handheld radios, twisting the knob too fast to make out much more then static and the odd word here and there.

“Morning,” he says once he’s noticed you pulling out a chair and plopping down in it. He takes another minute to decide on a station to stick with, ultimately choosing to settle on music rather than the news for once.

He sits back in his seat with a sigh, letting the song fill the room for a moment before lifting the toast he’d already begun eating and offers it to you.

You lean in and take a bite, chewing thoughtfully before noticing the day’s newspaper on the table. Knowing Hank’s already done his reading, you scoop it up to do the same. Meanwhile, he takes his own bite.

Not even halfway through the front page article, you hear clanging pots and pans and muffled cursing coming from the kitchen.

“Your boyfriend sounds annoyed,” you say from behind the paper, scanning for news on Vietnam.

“My boyfriend?” he repeats. A short, disbelieving laugh escapes Hank’s lips before he can stop it. “Last time I checked, you were dating him too.”

You hum in acknowledgement, still sifting through the paper. Not a minute later, the clattering is heard again.

That’s all it takes for you to lower the paper so your eyes peek over the top. All it takes is a single shared look for Hank to sigh deeply. “Fine,” his chair screeches as he pushes back from the table, “but I’m telling him what you said.” He points an accusatory finger your way before disappearing through the kitchen door. You hum along to the music, shamelessly reaching over to Hanks plate and taking another bite of his food.

When they don’t come back right away, you rise from the chair with a sigh. Things were never simple in the morning, were they?

You come from behind the pair, softly smiling as you watch them before attaching yourself to Charles’ side. His arm easily wraps around your waist as your hand drifts up into his hair to play with the locks.

“Good morning, darling,” he says absentmindedly, quick to press a kiss to your temple.

“Good morning,” you greet back, lightly tugging at a piece of chocolate brown hair, “are you growing it out? It looks good.”

“Thank you,” Charles smiles earnestly, giving a comforting squeeze to your waist.

“What’s so important you're making a mess in here, hm?” you ask, pulling away from his embrace to pick up some junk mail that had fallen to the floor from the counter.

“He’s looking for the serum,” Hank supplies, earning himself one of Charles’ looks.

“Oh,” you say, attempting to sound as nonchalant as possible. It wasn’t a secret you weren’t a fan of Charles using it as a cure all for his powers. Without another word, you walk across the room to set the mail down. “Already?”

“Yes, darling,” he says fondly, if a bit exasperated. Charles seems to remember that he hasn’t found it yet as he goes back to digging through cabinets above the stove.

“Looking for this?” Hank is leaning against the counter, vial of the yellow serum held up between his thumb and pointer finger. He holds it out with a small shake.

Charles pauses his digging, turning his head. Once he zeros in on what he’s been looking for, offers a toothy grin and slides over to take the vial. Once in his grasp, he reaches up to press a quick kiss to Hank’s lips, “thank you, Hank.”

He can only seem to give one of his goofy smiles in reply but nods nontheless. Charles turns on his heel, eyes you approaching and offers the same kiss.

“I’ll be back down in five minutes, alright?” Charles refuses to break eye contact, the look on his face is begging you to understand.

You swallow, offering your own smile, “yeah.” Tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, you pat him out the door, “go.”

He doesn’t look away from either of you until he’s forced to exit the kitchen.

“Should we be worried?” You slink your way into Hank’s arms, resting your cheek against him while he gives a comforting squeeze in return. He begins to rock the both of you side to side absentmindedly.

“I don’t know, should we?” He looks at you, a gentle, encouraging smile playing at his lips. His head is tilted to the side, waiting for your reply. You take a beat to answer, unsure how to respond. Hank is kind enough to continue for you.

“He’s had so much taken away from him, should we also take away one of the only things helping?”

There’s a frown on your face as you mull over his response. At the end of the day, you knew Hank was right. If Charles thought this was for the best, there wasn’t any convincing him otherwise. To get your attention, Hank swoops in and steals a kiss. It shakes you out of your thoughts and furrows your brows.

“I could hear the gears turning,” he smirks, “even little smoke coming out of your ears.” He goes out of the way to start waving his hands beside your head, fanning pretend flames.

“Har har, McCoy. Sorry we can’t all be eloquent geniuses who graduate from Harvard when we’re ten years old,” you poke his side, making him jump.

“Stop,” he gasps, “it was fifteen, and you know I’m ticklish!”

You start to laugh, wiggling your fingers into both sides of his stomach. “What’s the matter, child prodigy? Can’t take a couple jabs to the stomach?” He’s nearly keeling over at this point, trying to twist away from your fingers. Seconds later, however, you hear a retaliating growl and arms wrap around your waist, hauling you up over Hank’s shoulder.

You screech in surprise, flailing your limbs in an attempt to reorient yourself. This only makes Hank chuckle, an arm cradling just above the back of your knees while the other reaches to land a single smack to your butt. He carries you through the kitchen, past the breakfast nook and an unphased Charles on the stairs.

“Do I want to know?” He asks, watching from the landing with arms crossed.

“Depends,” Hank says, turning to glance at him with a surprising, self assured wink. It’s sudden enough to cause you to shriek at the swinging movement, breathless from your continued giggling.

Charles pretends to think about his response as he comes towards the two of you.

“You two are so annoying.” you groan, beginning to feel the blood rushing to your head.

“Ah, and yet you still love us.” Charles easily hums back.

You bite your lip, unable to deny such an accusation. Yeah, you really did.

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skiesofthesketchy · 4 years ago

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67 & 96 with jj (smutty please) 💕

thanks for requesting bby <3 not all the blurbs will be this long, i just couldn’t help myself lmao

still open for requests if you guys wanna check out my post and send one in! :) ... (here)

#96 was also requested by an anon, so here ya go lol

Masterlist

67. Fucking tease.

96. I want you to beg, princess.

Warnings: language, SMUT, 18+

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You smiled to yourself as you gazed at him from across the room. He was hot. You drank in his appearance, not even trying to be subtle about it. His mess of blonde hair stuck out in all directions, and you wanted to run your fingers through it, pulling and tugging as you pleased. His muscular arms were on full display and you imagined what it would be like to be held by him, trapped in his strong embrace. His hand was clasped around a red plastic cup and you noticed the large rings on his fingers, which caused thoughts of his hands traveling up and down your body to invade your mind, his fingers pleasuring you until you couldn’t think straight.

JJ could feel your gaze, and he smirked. Your pulse sped up when his pretty blue eyes finally locked on yours, his gaze unwavering as he smugly took a drink from his cup. He let his eyes wander up and down your figure, soaking in your short dress that hugged all of your curves, the neckline of the dress drooping so low that your breasts swelled over the top. You winked at him and turned back to the conversation you were supposed to be paying attention to, but you knew he was still staring at you, and it made your body ignite in excitement.

You made yourself busy by socializing with other people at the crowded party, but you were acutely aware of the hot blonde and his lingering stare. It was only a matter of time before the two of you were locked away in an empty bedroom, giving into the desire you both obviously had for each other, but you wanted to have a bit of fun first.

You peaked over your shoulder to make sure you had his attention, which had you smirking when you found him exactly where you wanted him, already looking at you. He watched you curiously as you downed your drink, but then you clumsily dropped the cup onto the floor. You mumbled an, “Oops,” to the guy you were talking to but couldn’t care less about, before you bent over slowly to retrieve the cup.

JJ gawked at the sight of your ass up in the air, nearly being exposed. As you stood back up, you stole another glance at him and a cheeky smile graced your lips, knowing you were affecting him.

JJ was more than ready to approach you, but he enjoyed the fact that you were trying to get his attention like the cocky sucker he is. You figured he would have approached you by now as well, so you decided to up your antics. You sauntered over to him as he was engrossed in conversation with a few other guys, his eyes already on you by the time you got to him. “Excuse me,” you said softly, pushing your way through the group, but pressing your chest against JJ’s ever so slightly as you weaved your way through, making eye contact with him in the process.

You felt his burning stare on your back as you waltzed over to the kitchen, still in his line of sight. With a flip of your hair over your shoulder, you grabbed a cherry from a bowl on the counter and popped it into your mouth. You held the stem as you swirled the cherry around with your tongue, then pulled it out slightly so the cherry was held between your plump lips. You sucked it back into your mouth, repeating the action a few times and reveling in the sight of JJ and his eyes glued to you. You didn’t even care that you were across the party with dozens of people around. You just stared back at him with hooded eyes, darting your tongue out of your mouth and swirling it around the cherry. JJ’s jaw slacked as he watched you, your eyes gleaming and a teasing smirk finding its way to your lips as you finally pulled the cherry off the stem and ate it.

That was all it took for JJ to dismiss himself from the group of guys he was talking to, and make his way over to you. You grinned at him as his hands found your waist, and your arms circled around his neck. “Have you been trying to get my attention, babe?” he rasped, nudging his nose against yours. You giggled, letting your fingers play with the locks of hair on the back of his head.

“It worked, didn’t it?” You leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, noticing the way he sighed at your soft touch. Your lips moved to his jawline, then down the column of his neck, slow and gentle. His touch traveled further down your body, and you almost gasped when his large hands squeezed your ass. You pried his hands off of you and stepped away, a sly smirk on your pretty face.

He wasn’t going to let you get away so easily. He grabbed your hands and pulled you back to him, trapping you against him by wrapping his arms around your waist. “Fucking tease,” he grumbled, glaring at you playfully. You laughed, letting your hands rest on his strong shoulders. You were gorgeous, and you obviously wanted him, so JJ didn’t waste anymore time and leaned over you to finally catch your lips with his. You kissed back just as forcefully, finding the taste of weed and liquor on his lips intoxicating. He ran his tongue across the seam of your lips, and you pushed him away again, unraveling yourself from his arms.

His cheeks were dusted in a blush, and you could tell he was getting a bit annoyed as you winked at him, spinning on your heel to walk away. You had only made it a few steps before your hips were being gripped harshly and pulled back against JJ’s body. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growled into your ear, wet kisses being pressed into the side of your neck. You gasped, feeling that warm sensation pool into the bottom of your stomach. He slowly ground his pelvis into your ass, and you decided you were done playing your little game.

You laced your fingers through his and started dragging him away from the party. He followed you happily, a victorious, smug smile on his face as you both stumbled up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. As soon as the door was slammed shut and locked, you were being pressed against it, his hungry lips attacking yours. You tugged on his hair as his hands ran up and down your sides, stopping to give your tits a gentle squeeze. You hummed against his lips, loving every single thing he was doing to you, and it only made you more excited for what was to come.

His hand ran up the length of your thigh, pushing your dress up over your hips with it. His mouth moved to your neck and nibbled on your sensitive skin, running his tongue over your flesh and sucking little spots of red. All the while, his fingers had finally found the hem of your panties, and he smirked against your neck as his middle finger prodded at your entrance, discovering how wet the material was. “You’re soaked, baby,” he almost chuckled, loving how affected you were by him.

He let his finger dance over your clothed clit, hardly touching you at all, and you thrust your hips forward in an effort to create more friction. You whimpered when he harshly slammed your hips back against the door. “No, no, pretty girl.” You huffed as he smiled, slowly repeating his actions from before, lips on your collarbone and fingertips lightly grazing your core. You grabbed at his hips, needing more from him, but in one swift motion, your wrists were being pinned above your head by one of his large hands.

“I want you to beg, princess.” You glared at his teasing smirk, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. You may have started it, but he had the upper hand now, and you needed him to fucking do something already.

“Ugh, please...”

“Please what, baby?” His lips hovered over yours as he watched you pant beneath the weight of his body. You were getting impatient, and he was more than amused, admiring how hot you looked in this position.

“I want your fingers ramming into me,” you gasped. “I want you to throw me onto that bed and take me already!” JJ was satisfied with your response and happily complied, moving his hands to your thighs so that he could lift you up. You kissed him fiercely as he carried you over to the bed, falling on top of you once your back hit the mattress.

“As you wish,” he grinned, fingers finally looping through panties and dragging them down your legs.

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 4 years ago

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iii: i hate you but i need your van (bucky barnes x reader)

i hate you but masterlist

summary: bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

word count: 2115

warnings: swearing, arguing, death, and this is not proofread

taglist is CLOSED

A/N: I forgot to mention this when I first uploaded this but the one line in russian means “I will take all your knives and shove them up your ass if you don’t” but then again idk since I just used google translate lmao

“Miss l/n, while Ethan and Olivia are being questioned, do you want to meet Jackson and Allie for now?” Elise questioned as y/n got back to the waiting area. y/n’s eyes grew wide at the question; was she ready to face her sister’s kids in the state she was in? Was she ready to meet the niece she’d never met before?

“There’s no time like the present, I guess,” y/n smiled, earning a nod from Elise as she led the h/c-haired girl through the police precinct and to a green door with a frosted glass window.

“They’re in this room,” Elise smiled before twisting open the doorknob.

“—fly like the superheroes do, Allie!” Jackson’s high-pitched voice was the first thing y/n heard as the door swung open. There, she saw Jackson holding up an Iron Man action figure over the head of a much younger girl. God, she couldn’t have been over 2 years old.

With the creak of the door, the pair turned their head to where y/n and Elise stood and Jackson’s eyes grew wide in excitement.

“Auntie y/n!” Jackson exclaimed, throwing the toy on the ground and running towards y/n as quickly as his short legs could take him and he wrapped his chubby arms around her leg. y/n froze up at the feeling of it all. She couldn’t believe that her 5-year-old nephew—who she hadn’t seen for 2 years, still remembered her.

“Hey, buddy,” y/n smiled as she broke herself out of her trance. She leaned down to return the hug Jackson was trying to give her before pulling away and tousling his hair.

Allie, at the lack of having her big brother near her, began to wail loudly, her cries echoing off the walls of the colorful room.

“No, no, Allie, don’t cry,” Jackson cooed, rushing to his little sister’s side and instinctively wrapping his arms around her tiny frame. The toddler wrapped her arms around her older brother as her sobbing began to cease slowly. y/n smiled; she saw so much of Cassy in the kids.

“What are you waiting for? Talk to them,” Elise smiled at y/n, motioning towards the kids.

“Allie, this is auntie y/n. She’s mommy’s sister,” the young blue-eyed boy smiled down at his sister as the toddler, out of curiosity, crawled towards y/n. It was the first time she got a glimpse of Allie’s e/c eyes up close. Damn, Allie was a mini Cassy and that thought itself scared her.

“Auntie!” the toddler babbled, reaching up as if to ask y/n to carry her. Of course, to y/n, it sounded more like “OTIE!”

She hesitantly pulled the toddler up, one arm supporting Allie’s weight and the other resting on her back. Allie, with her big e/c eyes, looked up at y/n and giggled, pulling a smile from y/n.

“Auntie y/n, mommy know you visiting?” Jackson questioned, ditching the toys altogether and standing beside y/n. y/n’s heart clenched; of course, Jackson didn’t know about his mother’s passing. Elise sent y/n a look of sympathy before mouthing ‘we told him she’s on a trip’ to her.

“Yeah, she does. Your mommy told me to take care of you while she was on her trip,” y/n smiled warmly at the young boy, holding in her tears as she noticed his face fall.

“Why mommy not bring us on her trip? Does mommy no love us?” Jackson frowned. y/n, Allie still in her arms, got on her knees so she stood at the same level Jackson did, and shook her head.

“Your mommy loves you very very very much, Jackson. She didn’t take you with her because she knows Auntie y/n misses you,” y/n smiled as Jackson wrapped his arms around her.

“I hate to break up this moment, but they’re done questioning Ethan and Olivia,” Mike interrupted them as he entered the room. y/n nodded, heading out the door with Jackson and Allie before getting interrupted by Elise.

“Miss l/n, take them away as quickly as you can. I don’t think it would be good for Ethan or Olivia if they stayed here any longer than they should,” Elise requested, earning a nod from y/n. They followed Mike back out to the waiting room and there sat two familiar faces.

When it came to seeing Jackson for the first time, y/n could instantly recognize him. After all, he’d only aged two years since she’d last seen him. Olivia and Ethan however, those two were a different story. Since they were part of the population that didn’t turn to dust after the effects of Thanos’ snap; the two were unrecognizable.

To them, it had been seven years since they’d seen y/n. Ethan, who was a shaggy-haired ten-year-old the last time y/n had seen him, was now a tired-looking seventeen-year-old. Olivia, who was a starry-eyed eight-year-old when y/n had last seen him, was now fifteen; a young woman with a sad smile as she reassuringly held her older brother’s hand.

“Ethan, Olivia, this is—,” Elise began only to be harshly cut off by Ethan.

“Agent y/n l/n. The same one who hasn’t visited us for seven years. Why is she here?” Ethan scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. y/n sighed sadly. What was she expecting? Did she really think all of Cassy’s kids would welcome her with open arms after she stopped visiting?

“From now on, she’s your legal guardian. You’re going to be staying over at her place for a while,” Elise explained carefully.

“Of all the people mom could leave us with, she left us with her? Why?” Ethan scoffed, shooting up from his seat. Olivia rolled her eyes before speaking.

“I trust mom and if she decided leaving us with Aunt y/n’s what she wanted for us, I respect that decision,” Olivia flashed y/n a tired smile as she got up from her seat and wrapped her arms around y/n. y/n, shocked from the action, just stood there, frozen in place.

“Yeah, Ethan. Auntie y/n’s nice,” Jackson smiled, holding y/n’s hand.

“Ethan, I know you’re probably pissed off at me, but I also know you don’t want to stay here, so can we just go?” y/n huffed, already feeling exhausted from the hell of a day she had.

“Fine,” he huffed, motioning for y/n to lead the way to her car.

“Miss l/n, we’ll take care of the documents for now. We’ll contact you if we need anything else,” Elise smiled before letting y/n leave the precinct. y/n, using her handprint, unlocked the doors to her modified Aston Martin coupe (one of the benefits of being an Avenger) as she motioned for everyone to get in the car.

She handed Allie over to Olivia before getting into the driver’s seat and driving to the Avengers compound.

“Auntie y/n, where we going?” Jackson questioned, peeking over to the front seat.

“I’m going to the Avengers Compound. I need to go get my bag, and then we’ll go to your house too,” y/n responded as she took a turn.

“Am I gonna meet the Avengers?” Jackson’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Sorry, buddy, my teammates are on a mission, they aren’t in the compound. Maybe after a week or two we can visit them, okay?” y/n lied, not really wanting to explain to her teammates how she became the legal guardian of two kids and two teenagers.

“Promise?” Jackson questioned.

“I promise,” y/n chuckled.

A few minutes later, they stopped at the gate to the compound. y/n rolled down a window and pressed the button on the intercom system.

“FRIDAY, unlock the gates,” y/n requested, only to get a loud beep in response.

“Name?”

“Agent y/n l/n,” y/n spoke into the intercom, only to get yet another beep in response to her words.

“My apologies Agent l/n, but Sergeant Barnes is restricting your access to the compound,” FRIDAY responded as y/n’s nails began to dig into the leather of the steering wheel.

“Redirect this channel to wherever Barnes is,” y/n commanded, rolling her eyes in frustration.

“Oh, hey, y/n,” Bucky spoke nonchalantly from the other side of the intercom. y/n swore she could hear his smirk from the intercom.

“Hey, prick, maybe you want to remove the restrictions you put on my access,” y/n huffed.

“Yeah, no,” Bucky sassed.

“Я возьму все твои ножи и засуну их тебе в задницу, если ты этого не сделаешь,” y/n threatened him in Russian since, well, she had kids in her car and she wasn’t supposed to be threatening people or swearing around them.

“Well, you could try,” Bucky chuckled.

“Barnes, I don’t have time for this!” y/n exclaimed as she now held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip.

“Jeez, no need to get so riled up. FRIDAY, remove all restrictions on Agent l/n’s access to the compound. She’s not secretly a HYDRA agent,” Bucky huffed as the gates to the compound swung open and y/n drove into the parking area of the compound.

“I’m going to leave the AC on, but stay in the car. I’ll just grab my bag from upstairs and we’ll be good to go,” y/n explained before walking back into the compound and heading straight to her bedroom.

There, she pulled away a compartment from her closet to reveal a black suitcase filled with enough of her clothes to last her two weeks. Ever since that surprise vacation Tony took the team on—where y/n did not have any of her belongings packed on time—she hid the suitcase away just in case.

“FRIDAY, lock my door,” y/n requested. The light outside y/n’s door flashed from green to red, meaning the door was locked and nobody other than y/n could bypass FRIDAY’s systems or command FRIDAY to unlock her door.

y/n, with the heavy suitcase rolling behind her came to a realization. A realization that there was no way in hell she could manage to fit her suitcase, the kids, and the kids’ suitcases in her car without leaving it cramped or making two trips between her apartment and their house.

y/n sighed knowing damn well what she had to do.

“FRIDAY, can I have a location on Barnes?” y/n requested, stopping in her tracks and awaiting a response.

“Sergeant Barnes is in the kitchen. Shall I let him know you require his presence?” FRIDAY questioned.

“No, thanks,” y/n responded as she made her way to the partially burned down kitchen area where she found Bucky fixing himself a sandwich on one of the ash-covered countertops.

“You here to burn down the kitchen again?” Bucky raised a brow at y/n, his eyes fixated on the suitcase she trailed behind her.

“Sam already told you he was the one who burned the fucking kitchen down, bitch. I need something,” y/n paused, tapping her fingers against the countertop.

“If you’re going to ask for tips on how to go on the run, you’re going to need a less obvious way to carry everything you own because that suitcase is only going to raise suspicion,” Bucky chuckled, motioning to the suitcase.

“That wasn’t it, bitch. I need your van,” y/n crossed her arms impatiently.

“My van? Don’t you have that car Stark gave you? You know, that fancy sportscar you drive around on undercover missions?” Bucky raised a brow at y/n.

“You don’t even use the damn thing! It’s literally rotting away in the fucking car basement. Plus, you prefer using your motorcycle! I’ll give it back, I swear,” y/n begged, facing Bucky with her best e/c puppy dog eyes.

“No,” Bucky smirked.

“Barnes, I swear, I’ll fucking give it back!” y/n exclaimed, letting go of the handle of the suitcase and shaking Bucky’s shoulders dramatically which pulled an eye roll from him.

“Damn it, I don’t know why I’m actually agreeing to this, but fine,” Bucky huffed, walking away from the kitchen and disappearing into his bedroom for a quick moment.

When he reemerged, he set his van keys on to the counter and returned to making his sandwich, acting as though y/n wasn’t in the room—y/n was used to it, though.

She snatched the keys from the counter and headed off to the parking basement where she swung the door of her car.

“I just realized we aren’t going to fit in this car when we go fetch your things so we are going to be using a different car,” y/n explained, earning a nod from Olivia.

“Irresponsible,” Ethan coughed out as y/n pretended not to hear him. Instead, she just promised herself to be more prepared next time she had to deal with these kids—which she knew would be all the damn time now that she had custody of them.

a/n; i have no idea what im doing im just trying to get to the plot point i actually planned which is next chapter because i’m too excited

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nightshade-minho · 5 years ago

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-Blue Book- (1)

Warnings: parent death, mentions of abuse, smoking and alcohol, eventual smut.

Requested: Yes. (A loong time ago, lmao.) This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it turned out a little longer than I’d expected it to, so I decided to make it into a series.

E2L, Slow Burn, High School Au. (Half the story takes place in high school, and the other half takes place when they’re adults.)

You knew exactly why you hated Bang Christopher Chan.

It had all started in high school. A new town, and a new school. You weren’t one of those people that would be bitter about the move- you understood that your mother’s new job meant you could no longer stay in the town you grew up in. Besides, it wasn’t like you had any friends to say goodbye to- or memories you’d miss.

Your father had left your mom when you were 9. He’d met a woman ‘that he actually loved’, whatever that meant. He moved to a new country, and started taking care of a new family. Sometimes, you bitterly hoped he would abandon them as well. Sometimes, you understood why he left. You knew that it wasn’t a good idea to force yourself to stay with someone you didn’t love...but did he have to leave you behind as well? Did he not love you?

A year later, you received the news that he’d died in an accident. You weren’t even able to attend his funeral.

For the most part though, you were actually a very optimistic individual...as optimistic as you could be, without a father and an alcoholic mother. Usually, children who grew up with a single parent tend to hold grudges, and act like the whole world was at fault. However, there must have been some sort of factory error, cause you happened to gravitate towards a world-view that hid behind rose-colored lenses.

You were buzzing with excitement on your first day. You’d never really been much of an academic-oriented student, but there was a newfound need to make your mother proud...one that arose the very first time you heard your father yell at her.

You’d bought cute stationary and school supplies, determined to be a great student and one day be able to support your mother. However, you quickly realized that none of the other students appreciated it when you eagerly answered the teacher’s questions, jotting down notes. You heard murmurs every time you raised your hand, every time a teacher complimented you on your perfect assignment. Nerd. Suck-up. Dork.

It was tiring, but you somehow managed to keep up the positive facade...until a few months later, when Chan walked into your life.

***

You were sat at the cafeteria table, all alone. You sipped your banana milk and hummed along to the music playing through your earphones as you continued writing in your little navy blue book. It was more of a diary, but you occasionally used it in class. Right then, you were writing a small piece of poetry that had randomly popped into your brain, tongue sticking out in concentration as the words poured out.

A few tables away, Jisung chuckled at the sight. “Does she ever go anywhere without that stupid book?”

Hyunjin scoffed. “I don’t think so. What does she even write in it?”

“I’ve seen her write in it in class. It’s probably just some school-related shit. Nerd.” Changbin said, biting into his sandwich.

Seungmin cocked his head to the side. “Um, I doubt she’d carry around something like that with her everywhere. It must be something important.”

Felix waved a hand in front of Chan’s face. The latter had been staring at you, observing the way your face was scrunched in concentration.

Minho suddenly laughed out of nowhere, causing the seven boys to look at him. “Chan, are you into the nerd?”

Chan chuckled lightly. “As if. You’re really funny these days, aren’t you?”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh. You know what...life’s been getting a little boring these days. I have an idea.” A smirk appeared on his face. “Chan...I dare you to get that book.”

Chan squinted in disdain. “Ha...what’s in it for me?”

Minho tapped his chin for a few minutes as he pondered. “Hmm...oh, I got it! I won’t flirt with Miyoung anymore.”

Chan looked up at that. Miyoung was an extremely pretty, popular girl that he had a crush on. However, lately, she’d been expressing a little interest in Minho. He didn’t really like her back the same way Chan did, but being the fuckboy that he is, Minho flirted back quite a lot.

Chan rolled his eyes.

“Fine. In fact, I’ll go right now!” The boys hollered, cheering him on as he got out of his chair, walking up to you.

You looked up, taking your earphones out when you felt his presence at the table that had been empty except for you. Confusion took over your face as Chan smiled warmly at you.

“Hi, Y/n. Whatcha doing?”

“Uh...nothing. Just...y-ya know...” You stuttered. You’d always found Chan attractive but he was one of those people who’d never really bothered to acknowledge your presence...until now.

“How are you today?” You asked, trying to recover.

“I’m fine, princess. Better now that I’m talking to you.” You blushed, avoiding his eyes. Chan’s gaze flitted to the book laid open in front of you. You followed his line of sight, quickly shutting your book.

“I find your...book interesting. Can I see?”

You shook your head. “I...I’m sorry, I just...” You couldn’t say anything else, words freezing up in your throat as you squeaked out a “Bye.”

You got up, chair scraping the floor as you grabbed your book and bag, leaving as fast as you could.

Chan sighed, looking back to the boys. He walked back to his previous seat, sighing as he plopped back down. “Well, there you go.”

Minho shook his head. “Welp, guess I’m just going to have to ask Miyoung out to the game-”

“NO! I’ll do it. Just...give me a few more days, okay?”

Hyunjin cleared his throat. “Okay...we’ll give you a week. that should be more than enough, right?”

The rest of the boys nodded in agreement as Chan threw his head back, sighing.

“You guys are so weird...” He rubbed his temples. “Fine.”

***

You sat on a bench, humming as you sketched the park pond. It was a bright, clear-skied day.

Meanwhile, Chan decided to cut through the park on his way to Minho’s house. But as he passed the pond, he saw you sitting on the bench, eyes widening as he remembered the bet.

Cursing, he decided to go over and talk to you. He’d been planning to talk to you tomorrow at school, but he might as well do it, since you were already here.

He approached you slowly, so as not to startle you. Hmm. You actually looked quite peaceful as your eyes ran over the ducks in the pond, smiling softly, as if you were reminiscing about something...or someone.

Chan contemplated tapping you on the shoulder, but you looked way too tranquil to disturb. After a few seconds, he cleared his throat loudly. You yelped, turning to the side and squinting at him.

“Oh...uh, hi...”

Chan smiled, before gesturing to the bench. “May I sit here?”

You nodded meekly, and he lowered himself down carefully, trying to keep a respectful distance. He noted the way your fingers protectively clutched the book tighter, sighing internally. This was going to take a while.

“Hey, calm down. I’m sorry about this morning. I was just curious.”

You avoided eye contact, staring at the pond. “It’s alright.”

“I was just wondering what you do in it. I always notice you carrying it around.”

You pondered for a moment, turning to look at him. “I...write in it, mainly. And...” You trailed off. Shaking your head, you took your backpack and shoved the book bag in. You moved to get up, but Chan’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and effectively stopping you. You looked down at him in confusion. He quickly let go, mumbling an apology.

“I, um...don’t leave yet, please? You seem sweet... and I’d like to get to know you more.”

You squeaked in response. Your brain was short-circuiting as you looked at the cute boy smiling softly.

“Okay...”

You sat back down, hesitantly smiling at him as you played with your fingers. You were a little nervous...well, a lot nervous. Chan’s smile made your knees melt.

“So...what’s your deal?”

“My...deal?”

“You’re new here, right?”

“Oh yeah, I moved here recently with my mom.”

He nodded, noting the way you avoided his eyes with a frown after the sentence left his lips.

Chan groaned to himself, wondering how he would be able to get you to trust him enough. He just needed to get that book for a day...knowing the girl, it was probably just a study book like Changbin had said before. It was just a silly bet...but Chan never lost. Besides, prom was approaching in a few months and he needed Miyoung to be his before then. He needed her to be the queen to his prom king.

He glanced at his watch. Fuck.

“Sorry, Y/n. I’ve got to go now. But I’ll see you around, yeah?” He winked at you, internally smirking at the quick blush that spread across your features.

Hmm...an idea was blooming in his head.

This might be easier than he thought.

***

Chan opened the door, wincing when the smoke hit his nostrils.

Jisung looked up, setting his controller down. “Broo, finally! What took you so long?”

“Well...I saw Y/n on the way here.”

“Y/n...?”

“The nerd, Jisung.” Minho said, holding out a beer can for Chan to take.

“Aaah.”

Chan sighed as he took the can, taking a sip before sighing. “This won’t be easy. She’s very protective of that book.”

Changbin chuckled. “Sounds exciting. I’m even more curious now.”

“Um, guys...why are we even doing this? I mean...she’s just a girl who likes writing in a diary.” Felix spoke up, softly.

Minho scoffed. “Yeah well, we’re bored. And she looks like she’ll be fun to pick on. Always going Teacher this and Teacher that.” He mocked, before turning back to Chan. “So, what are you planning on doing?”

Chan settled on one of the beanbags beside Jeongin, whose full focus was fixed on the video game, fingers fiddling with the controls.

“I kinda have an idea.” Chan says, smirking. “She seems so shy whenever I talk to her, and she’s constantly blushing. I have a feeling that she likes me.”

Changbin looked up from the screen. “I mean, this is probably the first guy who’s talked to her since she moved to town.”

“Shut up, Changbin.”

Seungmin scoffed. “Get to the point, Chan. What’s your plan?”

“I’m going to ask her out.”

***

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↦ pairing(s): levi ackerman x reader

↦ word count: 2.7k

↦ anon request:

hi, ik request is open so could i request: unrequited love + levi / eren?? u can make it a fic or like short drabble idk lmao ur choice bubs!! idk why i'm asking for angst and sadness *sobs* 🥰 btw i absolutely love ur writings!!!! luv ya xx

↦ author’s note(s): i chose levi, i hope that it’s okay! also feel like this started as unrequited love but then i lost control and was like yeah ?

ps. i hope u still enjoy and thank you very much ♡ i appreciate it !! LUV UUU

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. How could a simple crush turn into a somber love, as you lay in bed thinking of him. The little smiles, nods, greetings, was all you could harbor your feelings into. The simple late night teas, sitting in the mess hall, exhaustion creeping in your bones— but still here you are.

Whenever you see him, your heart dances.

Whenever he acknowledges you, your lips betrays into a smile.

Whenever he talks to you, your mouth stutters.

Whenever he's near, you can't help but move in closer.

There comes a day when you don't speak to him, wondering if he does think of you. While you currently lie awake in the deep night, thinking and fantasizing what it could feel like to be called theirs. How it feels to hold him in the night, mumble about your days, kiss his lips, hear his stories, listen to how your name echo in his voice, know his flaws and insecurities, and how you would hold them as you accepted all of their good and bad even before you'd even know him.

You could still remember the first time that you saw him. The first time that you heard his voice. The first time he practiced with you. The first times-- while he became the sole reason for the butterflies in your stomach.

It was a simple crush.

You admired him from afar, gush over his looks and skills.

But once you tapped on his shoulder, as bravery took over your body when you walked towards their table, you finally said, "Can I sit here?"

He only nodded his head, scooting over so that you could sit beside him. He even helped you placed your tray when your hands almost dropped it. Heart beating so loud, you could feel it pump through your chest, the tips of your ears red, as well as the blush creeping into your neck.

"I'm Isabel," the girl gushed, offering a hand. The new recruits. "And this is Farlan, and my big brother Levi."

"Oh," you nodded, lips turning into a smile. You shook her hand, "My name is [Y/N]. It's very nice to meet you all."

"Hi," Farlan mumbled, smiling right back at you while Levi only nodded, staring at his food.

He is so stoic, calm, cool, and impassive that it attracted you more to him.

That night, you wanted to beat yourself up for thinking about him, Levi running through your mind, holding on to the way his hand brushed against yours to help you and the way he nodded, and made space for you.

It was a simple crush.

Something that you'd look forward to after a long and heavy expedition. After training. After dinners, where you would take a sit beside him, talking with Isabel while you subtly glanced at him while you take a bite.

Then comes the day when he doesn’t step out of his room, with worry filling you up. The deaths of Isabel and Farlan drowning him with sorrow. All you could do is knock on his door, carrying a tray of food for him.

“Levi?” You called out, knocking again when there was no answer. “I’m coming in.”

He was sitting on his bed, his head facing the door as he waited for you to enter. He couldn’t even muster up a nod as you softly padded towards him, placing the tray next to him.

“I thought you might be hungry,” you whispered, sitting on the floor, as he hung his head down.

He didn’t say anything, not to even take a bite of the bread you reserved for him.

You handed him the fresh cup of tea, placing it over his clasped hands. “Why don’t you take a sip,” you said, folding out his hands, taking note of the callouses in his fingers. “Just to fill your stomach.”

Levi nodded, wrapping his fingers on the cup, as you pulled away. He quietly sipped, still looking down.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, holding your legs close to your chest as you looked at him. “I’m sorry that you have to go through that.”

Levi nodded again, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He finally looked at you as he broke the bread in half, handing it to you. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” you admitted, smiling gently that he’s eating something solid. You wanted to initially say something else, but turned your mind away from it. This isn’t the time to confess and it was selfish to say it now. “I’m your friend. I’ve got your back.”

The next day, Levi waited for you at the usual table. You tried to suppress your smile at the sight of him, but you failed. Once you were seated, he proceeded to wait until you took the first bite. He listened to you ramble about your day, occasionally grunting in response, and it was better than nothing.

You finally opened your heart at the prospect of love, daydreaming, what it would mean to share that with him.

And it is always like that. Both of you stuck together, that nobody would even come between the two of you.

He was there when you complained about one of the soldiers; then the next day he’d have bruised knuckles while the one who bothered you had a cut on his lips. He was there when he urged you to punch him harder so that you could protect yourself. He was there when he grabbed you by the waist, surprising you, as he carried you from branch to branch to protect you during expeditions.

For the love of everything, he was there.

He’s the reason why you couldn’t sleep, reliving how his warm his touch were on yours.

He’s the reason why you couldn’t stop smiling at him whenever he waits for you so that the both of you could eat together.

He’s the reason why you always looked forward to the next day; envisioning what would happen.

But the heartbreaking truth is, he doesn’t see you that way.

Levi let you chase him each way, oblivious to how you felt, because in his eyes, that’s what friends are for. He paid no attention to how you smile, how your stares lingered, or how you leaned in a bit closer when it was just the two of you. Or was it because, he was hiding it better than you are? But you still curbed the idea because it was ridiculous.

Then he wanted to feel something.

He knocked on your door, and once you opened the door on him, he nodded towards the mess hall, asking you to join him.

“What is it?” You whispered, wrapping your robe tighter around your body as he lead you away.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Levi muttered, crossing his arms as he felt you behind him. He turned his face, almost brushing his lips on your cheeks as he did, but you scurried away.

He didn’t miss the way you blushed.

“Oh,” you shuddered, hand going up to you cheek. A simple crush, you thought. Perhaps? “And you thought that it was best for you to wake me up?”

Levi nodded, pointing to the bench. “Wait here.”

That you did, while you hurried to fix your disheveled hair, your clothes that are way to thin for the night, then you licked your lips just enough for moisture.

It was a long two minutes. Heart-pounding. Nerve wrecking. While you waited for him to emerge.

Levi finally reappeared, holding two cups. With all the space available, you thought that this was it.

Finally, you thought nervously, maybe this isn’t a simple crush anymore.

He made your tea just the way you like it, blowing off some steam as you placed it against your lips.

“Be careful,” Levi whispered against his cup, as he sipped. From the corner of his eyes, he watched you blush again. He isn’t really thinking, but he wants to try. He’s known you for a long time now and maybe this is right. He's got to make a decision and this is his choice.

"Bad dreams?" You asked, wrapping your hands around the warm cup as you turned to him.

"Something like that."

"Oh," you nodded, worry filling your eyes as he stared his greys at yours. "How can I help?"

Levi thought hard, his mouth drying up as he setlled his on his choice.

He inexplicably leaned forward, his eyes boring into yours as his nose touched yours.

"Levi?"

He felt your lips brushed against his when you whispered his name. He looked down at your lips, licking his own, as he looked up at your eyes again. He noticed that you stopped breathing, and gently placed his hands on either side of your neck.

"Levi?"

Is this happening? you thought. Oh, he is so near.

Like a fool, you waited. Then on a second, you felt him close the gap between the two of you. It wasn't fireworks that you felt, it was fucking more than that. His lips moved against yours as he guided you closer to him. His hand went lower to your waist, closing the gap even more, while he continued to kiss you.

Just like a fool. That's what you felt when he pulled away, his hands off of you like hot coal. Levi shook his head, his bangs curtaining his eyes as he scooted away. Levi gripped his cup. He couldn't meet your eyes.

"Levi?"

"That was a mistake," Levi muttered, pushing himself off of the bench.

He left. Just like that. He left you on the bench.

The tea he prepared grew cold as you sat there. The walk back to your room was humiliating. So fucking humiliating that you bit on your lower lip to not disturb the hallways with your cries. Just like a fool, you waited for the fantasy that you thought was going to come when he pulled you in. You waited for the sparks to happen, but instead it felt like someone dampen it. He did. Levi did.

You can't even get to be mad at him, because this was all your doing.

You didn't know when that simple crush turned into something when he finally kissed you. It had transcended those means when he kiss you. It went above and beyond, and the fantasies you've had slowly sunk into the ground, writhing at your feet.

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Days turned into years, and years, and years, and here you were.

Captain Levi.

It was late at night, the distance between the both of you widening, your feelings working its way down, but love stayed where you held on to it tightly, still fucking blindly holding on to it. Levi silently accepted your reluctance for him, the hesistation from you, fully knowing that he did it to the both of you.

Levi kept thinking about that kiss that night. He thought that kisses shared would emit joy, happiness, smiles, but all it did was fill him with regret, guilt, and worry. It was his choice because he wanted to feel something, but he doesn't have it in himself. He didn't want to feel anything, he didn't want to feel the infatution. He ought to talk to you that night, but you disappeared from him. He watched you ignore him, avoid him, lose the smile on your lips, and he thought that: 'It's okay. It's for the better.'

But still it was hard, because after all these years, it was still the both of you.

The feelings has numbed down. But it was still there, waiting to be poked with a stick to be awakened once more. Still, the half of your heart laid out for him.

"Levi?"

Levi stopped writing, hesistating to answer. But in the end, he made his choice. "Come in."

He watched the knob turned, as you joined him for a quiet company. He pushed away his papers, helping you with the tray. He watched you pull forward a spare chair, moving it closer to the desk. He smiled at the gesture, then his eyes softened as you smiled.

"How are you?" You asked, noticing the paperworks. "Erwin gave you more work?"

"Yeah," Levi answered, taking his tea. His heart is pounding. "How are you?"

"Couldn't sleep," you said, sipping your tea. "Then I saw the light from your office."

He nodded, sipping his. No one said a thing, until the both of you finished your teas. You slumped against the chair, crossing your legs as you smiled sadly. It hurts.

Years into years into years, and it still hurts.

Levi caught on to your face, his heart gripping his thoughts into something that he cannot untangle.

"What happened to us?"

Levi only looked down, "I don't know."

"No," you smiled, tilting your head. "You know, Levi, you just don't want to talk about it."

"What else is there to talk about?"

"Where did we go wrong?"

"It was just a kiss."

"It was the kiss for me."

Levi looked up, watching you fiddle with the fingers on your lap. You looked up, resting your arm on the chair, as you sighed deeply. The memories from that night crashing itself on to you.

"I'm sorry."

"Ah," you sighed deeply again, smiling fondly at the man before him. "I waited years for me to hear that."

"I'm sorry," Levi whispered, guilt eating him up. He still couldn't erase the look on your face when he pulled away from you.

The sadness, confusion, and anger twirled into one that it kept him up that night and the nights after, thinking of a way to apologize, until it flitted into something that is unspeakable as the both of you grew apart. He still wouldn't miss the way you would stare at him. He doesn't know what's wrong with him, thinking of a way to push him towards you but his feet wouldn't move.

His heart doesn't beat the same way as yours. His eyes doesn't linger at yours. His mind isn't filled by you, as he tried to stomp on it.

"Thank you," you murmured softly.

The love inside you died. But you were happy, for some reason, you were happy. It was the closure that you needed after all these years.

"I'm sorry that that's how you felt."

"It's okay," you chuckled softly, eyes twinkling with warmth. Levi smiled a little, heart bursting that he finally heard you laugh. "It started as a little crush, anyway."

"I noticed," Levi admitted, his eyes matching yours. He hid his eyes as you blushed again, real laughter coloring the room.

Just like the old times. He remembers when you blushed during the first time he met you, the way he helped you because the food was close to falling, he couldn't shy away at the way your cold hand brushed his, he didn't miss the way that he actually liked your company. The feelings bubbling up like a well-kept treasure that's bound to be dug up either way.

"Can I tell you something?"

He looked up at you, curiosity displayed in your beautiful eyes. Just like the old times. He hid the key for his well-kept treasure, hesistantly opening it for you. He wants to say it, to keep it equal. To call it quits, now that everything is being said. It was his turn to feel his heart pound crazily. The nerves turning on and on, making him feel nervous.

But he saw the look on your face. Levi noticed that you feel more at peace. Happy. Contented, and he didn't want to pull it away from you.

"What is it, Levi?"

Levi leaned on his chair, silent for a minute as he watched you. Peace colored your aura, as you tilted your head again. He watched you arch your brow, lips slightly open, your chest rising up and down evenly.

Your heart doesn't beat that way anymore, he thought.

He had to make a decision. Go and live with his choice. Should he tell you or not? Levi thought hard and long, watching you intently.

His stares doesn't work on you anymore, as you only waited for him to continue. There was something different with the way his words hang in the air. It was the sheen sweat on his forehead and the unaware nibbles on his lip that he does rarely, when he's deep in thought.

Finally, Levi stared at you.

Levi smiled softly, shaking his head, as he went back to work. He made his choice, finding peace with it along the way to not tell you, "I forgot what I was going to say. It's nothing."

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