#tomoe x you

[married-to-google-translater]

Tomoe relationship headcanon

Yes, the beginning of your relationship would not have been easy.

Tomoe would have been an arrogant tsundere.

At first, he wouldn't really appreciate you moving into his temple.

But time passes and Tomoe becomes softer.

He wouldn't admit it though.

Tomoe would get nervous if you teased him about this.

But if you let him be, he could be really sweet.

Tomoe would be absolutely loyal as your partner.

He would also expect the same from you.

Maybe Tomoe would have even kissed you...

But only if he trusted you 1000%

This would be a way to mark you as his.

Even if it would bring problems to the power dynamic.

In his opinion.

Tomoe would make you promise not to use your power over him.

Tomoe wouldn't be a fan of PDA in public.

Unless someone made him jealous.

Not easy, but not the most difficult task in the world.

Depends on the person.

Mizuki would make him jealous just by breathing near you.

Tomoe might get you some presents.

Money wouldn't be a problem.

Tomoe wouldn't admit this, but he was secretly already planning your wedding.

[aifanfictions]

do a story about (y/n) who is the sister of Nanami from Kamisama Hajimemashita. (y/n) is the one who becomes a human god instead of Nanami and they both fo live at the shrine. Tomoe finds (y/n)'s strong will to become as good of a human god as possible endearing and possibly cute. Tomoe slowly falls in love with (y/n) and vows to her that he'll forever protect her and stay by her side, no matter what happens.

Bound by Love

The Mikage Shrine stood in serene solitude, its grounds bathed in the soft hues of twilight. As (Y/N) sat alone in the shrine's peaceful garden, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. It was moments like these when she found solace in the tranquil beauty of her surroundings.

Unexpectedly, the quietude was broken by the arrival of Tomoe, the familiar fox spirit who served the shrine. He had a reputation for his gruff exterior and sharp remarks, but there was something about him that (Y/N) found intriguing.

"(Y/N), what are you doing out here all alone?" Tomoe grumbled, his crimson eyes sweeping the garden as if searching for potential dangers.

With a soft smile, she patted the space beside her. "Just enjoying the serenity of the shrine, Tomoe. It's a rare moment of peace."

Reluctantly, Tomoe took a seat beside her, his posture still tense. "Nanami is quite fortunate to have such a dedicated sister," he remarked, his voice softened.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks flush at the unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Tomoe. That means a lot."

As the two sat side by side, they found themselves drawn into an easy conversation. Tomoe shared tales of his centuries of service at the shrine, revealing a side of himself that was rarely seen—a fox spirit with a wealth of experiences and wisdom.

Over time, (Y/N) and Tomoe's interactions became a daily routine. Whether it was tending to the garden, preparing offerings, or exchanging playful banter, their bond deepened. Tomoe's gruffness only seemed to add to his charm in (Y/N)'s eyes.

One crisp evening, as they stood together in the shrine's courtyard, (Y/N) looked up at the starry sky. "Tomoe, do you ever wonder about the future? About what might happen to the shrine, to Nanami, and to us?"

Tomoe turned his gaze toward her, his crimson eyes filled with a flicker of curiosity. "I try not to dwell on such matters, (Y/N). Life is unpredictable, especially in our world."

She nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on a distant star. "I want to be the best human god I can be, for Nanami's sake and for the shrine's sake. I want to protect them both, just like you do."

Tomoe watched her with a newfound warmth in his eyes. "(Y/N), I promise you this: no matter what challenges we face, no matter what dangers lurk in the shadows, I will be by your side, protecting you and the shrine. You have my word."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned to him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, Tomoe. I know I can always count on you."

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Tomoe and (Y/N)'s bond continued to grow. Tomoe's feelings for her deepened, and he couldn't deny that he had fallen in love with the human girl who had become such an integral part of his life.

One evening, beneath the starlit sky that held countless secrets and stories, Tomoe couldn't contain his emotions any longer. He took (Y/N)'s hand in his, and his crimson eyes bore into hers.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, "there's something I need to tell you. I've come to realize that my feelings for you go beyond friendship or duty. I... I love you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N)'s heart soared at his confession, and she felt a warmth enveloping her. Her cheeks flushed as she whispered in response, "Tomoe, I love you too."

In that magical moment, beneath the starry heavens and within the sacred grounds of the Mikage Shrine, Tomoe and (Y/N) sealed their love with a kiss. It was a kiss filled with promises of a future together, of unwavering devotion, and of a love that had blossomed amidst the tranquility of a shrine but was destined to flourish in the world beyond.

Their love story, born in the quietude of the shrine, had become a beautiful and enduring romance—one that held all the warmth and enchantment of the serene Mikage Shrine itself. And in each other's arms, they found the true meaning of love and happiness.

As days turned into weeks, Tomoe and (Y/N)'s love continued to blossom, unhindered by the challenges and adventures that lay ahead. While they cherished their time at the Mikage Shrine, they couldn't ignore the pull of the world beyond.

One sunny morning, (Y/N) approached Tomoe with a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Tomoe, how would you like to accompany me on a journey beyond the shrine? I've always dreamt of exploring the world and helping those in need."

Tomoe raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her proposal. "And what would be the purpose of this journey, (Y/N)?"

She smiled, her determination shining through. "To spread kindness, love, and goodwill, just as we do at the shrine. I believe there are countless people out there who could use our help."

Tomoe couldn't deny the sincerity in her words, and after a moment of consideration, he nodded. "Very well, (Y/N). I shall accompany you on your journey, and we will face whatever challenges lie ahead together."

Their travels took them to bustling towns and remote villages, where they encountered people from all walks of life. (Y/N)'s innate compassion and Tomoe's protective instincts made them a formidable team. They healed the sick, aided the needy, and brought hope to those who had lost it.

During their journey, Tomoe found himself falling in love with (Y/N) all over again. He admired her unwavering dedication to helping others, her boundless kindness, and her radiant smile that could brighten even the darkest of days.

One evening, as they sat by a campfire beneath a star-studded sky, Tomoe couldn't contain his feelings any longer. He turned to (Y/N), his eyes filled with affection. "You know, (Y/N), I've come to realize that I love you more with each passing day. Your kindness, your strength, and your heart inspire me."

(Y/N)'s cheeks flushed, and she smiled warmly at him. "Tomoe, I feel the same way. I love you more than words can express."

In the soft glow of the campfire, they sealed their love with a tender kiss, reaffirming their commitment to each other and to the world they had set out to make a better place.

Their journey continued for many years, filled with adventures, challenges, and unforgettable moments. Together, they made the world a better place, leaving a trail of kindness and hope wherever they went.

But as time passed, (Y/N) couldn't help but notice a subtle change in Tomoe. He had become more open, more expressive of his feelings, and more willing to embrace the joys of life beyond their duties at the shrine.

One crisp autumn day, as they walked hand in hand through a golden forest, (Y/N) couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tomoe, you've changed so much since we started this journey. You've become more... human."

Tomoe chuckled softly, his eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored the autumn hues around them. "I suppose I have, (Y/N). Being with you has shown me the beauty of the human experience—the capacity to love, to hope, and to cherish every moment."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "And I've loved every moment we've spent together, Tomoe."

They continued their walk, the fallen leaves crunching beneath their feet. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a gentle twilight, Tomoe stopped and turned to (Y/N).

"(Y/N), there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time," he began, his voice filled with a vulnerability he had rarely shown before.

(Y/N) looked at him, her eyes curious. "What is it, Tomoe?"

He took a deep breath, his crimson eyes locked onto hers. "Will you marry me, (Y/N)? Will you become my partner for all eternity?"

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she nodded, her heart overflowing with joy. "Yes, Tomoe, a thousand times yes."

In that magical twilight, amidst the rustling leaves and the soft glow of the setting sun, Tomoe and (Y/N) embraced, sealing their love and their promise to spend eternity together.

Their love story, which had begun in the quietude of the Mikage Shrine, had taken them on a journey beyond its sacred grounds—a journey filled with love, kindness, and adventure. And as they embarked on this new chapter of their lives, they knew that their love was a bond that could withstand any challenge, endure any hardship, and shine as brightly as the sun setting over a world they had helped make better.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[hellaarknight]

„You're doing so fucking good for me, pretty. Mhhpp... keep going, ahh just like that. What a beautiful sight you are sweetheart. Don't give me those eyes, you're stunning like this, with your face fucked up by my cock. Don't you worry pretty... I'm going to return the favor ten times more. Ahh... Gosh, you're going to make me cum if you continue moaning like this around my dick” CHUUYA, Gojo, Kakashi, Dazai, Geto, Tomoe (he'd be so cocky about it too), Tachihara, Tetcho, Nanami

[svynie]

This Year.. Maybe

Chapter 1: April 10 - So Close Yet.. So Far

5YNOPSIS: As fourth year begins, Kazuha steps into his sudden role as class president. But when a familiar presence enters the classroom, his carefully built composure wavers. A brief, awkward exchange during seating arrangements brings back a memory from two years ago.. a moment that changed everything for him Tags: KAZUHA X READER... not yet, fluff, modern au, high school setting in Inazuma, TOMO'S ALIVE! (i know that's not his actual name..) Heizou and Beidou Appearance, Unrequited Love/Pining (for now), reader's action is written as - You did this bla bla bla, Use of [Y/N]

WC: 4, 491

A/N: This was originally intended to be a oneshot, but as I started writing more, I found there were too many scenarios I wanted to explore.... So, I decided to turn it into a series instead! This chapter was the original oneshot, with a few added details and adjustments!! - anyone else want to be tagged..?

The morning sun peeked through the pale curtains of Kazuha’s room, dappling the wooden floor with light. The faint rustle of cherry blossoms outside blended with the distant chirping of birds, creating a serene melody.

Kazuha stirred under the soft covers of his futon, blinking groggily at the sunlight filtering through pale curtains.

“HEY! Kazuha!” Beidou’s voice rang out from downstairs, full of its usual lively energy. “If you don’t get up soon, you’re gonna be late! Dont make me drag you!”

Kazuha groaned, sitting up and trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. “I’m up..!” he called back, though the lethargy clinging to his limbs said otherwise.

He shuffled toward the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water in a bid to wake himself fully.

His reflection stared back at him, hair disheveled, crimson eyes half-lidded still lingering sleep.

By the time he stepped into the shower, the cold water immediately woke up his mind.

He lingered longer than usual, letting his thoughts drift.

Today was the start of his final year in high school.

The idea brought a strange mix of anticipation and unease, but one thought stood out above the rest: You.

Your name had been in the same class as his.. Class 4-B

Kazuha’s heart quickened as he recalled seeing it, placed among his future classmates. After years of fleeting glances and quiet admiration, fate had placed you in the same class...

Was it a sign? Or perhaps just a cruel trick to test his resolve?

He sighed, stepping out of the shower and toweling off. He dressed with practiced efficiency, smoothing the crisp fabric of his uniform and tying his hair into its usual loose ponytail.

Downstairs, the aroma of grilled fish and steamed rice greeted him, and Kazuha’s stomach growled in appreciation.

Beidou was already seated at the table, leaning back in her chair with an air of casual confidence. “Finally decided to grace us with your presence, huh?” she teased, grinning as Kazuha slid into his seat.

“You’re up early,” Kazuha replied, helping himself to a serving of rice and miso soup.

“Had a shipment to oversee at dawn...” Beidou said, waving a hand. “But I wouldn’t want to miss seeing my kid off on his first day back.”

Kazuha’s lips curved into a faint smile. Beidou wasn’t one for traditional displays of affection, but her pride in him was evident.

As they ate, she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “So, what’s the plan this year, Kazu? Flying under the radar like always?”

Kazuha paused, chopsticks hovering mid-air. “Something like that,” he said lightly, though his thoughts were anything but simple.

Beidou raised an eyebrow but didn’t push.

Instead, she smirked. “Well, don’t let ’em push you around. You’re a Kaedehara, after all! Go make a splash!!"

He chuckled softly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

After breakfast, Kazuha shouldered his bag and made his way to the door. Beidou followed, leaning against the frame as she watched him slip on his shoes.

“Good luck, kid,” she said, ruffling his hair as he straightened.

Kazuha glanced back, his eyes soft. “Thanks, Mom.”

The air was crisp and refreshing as Kazuha stepped outside, his satchel slung loosely over one shoulder. The cobblestone path that led to the heart of Inazuma City were now covered with the petals of the sakura trees. Each step he took stirred a few fallen petals into the air.

For most, this was simply another school day.

But for Kazuha, it felt like something more.

The idea of starting his final year was enough to make him reflect.. about everything.. but knowing that you would share his classroom this year had sent his emotions into overdrive.

The streets bustled with life as merchants opened their stalls and mothers ushered their children along. Kazuha weaved through the familiar sights.

As he passed by the riverbank, he couldn’t resist pausing for a moment. The gentle ripple of the water reflected the cherry blossoms overhead, and for the briefest of moments, Kazuha felt his heartbeat to steady.

But the memory of seeing your name on the class roster made his pulse quickened when he’d first spotted it. His lips quirked into a faint smile as he recalled.

[Y/N].

In Class 4-B.

With me.

It wasn’t as if you’d never noticed him before—you’d exchanged polite nods, once or twice—but this year felt different.

The proximity, the potential for interaction, and the possibility to finally close the distance between you—it was both exhilarating and terrifying...

As the school gates came into view, his stomach churned with nervousness. Students in their uniforms crowded the courtyard, their chatter blending into a harmony of excitement.

Kazuha slipped through the crowd, trying to mask his inner storm of emotions under his calm exterior. His destination was the bulletin board, where students gathered to confirm their class placements.

The board was covered in lists of names, neatly organized by class and year. He moved to the front, his heart beating just a little faster with each step. As he stood there, the names on the list blurred together for a moment—until he found it.

1. Kirara 2. Kuki Shinobu 3. Shikanoin Heizou .............

His gaze flickered from the first name to the last.

Kirara’s name made him smile a little, thinking of her playful, hardworking nature, always so full of energy.

Kuki Shinobu’s name, though, was a comfort—her sharp mind and calm demeanor were qualities Kazuha appreciated.

Then, of course, there was Shikanoin Heizou, with his tendency to be both mischievous yet quick-witted, he was the type of person who could get away with anything with just a wink and a smile.

But it was the last name that truly made his heart skip 7. Kaedehara Kazuha 8. [Your Name]

His fingers hovered over the list, still not quite believing it. There you were, placed right beside him in Class 4-B.

The sheer coincidence—could it be? Was this some sort of sign, or was it just luck?

He blinked, trying to steady his breath, but all the excitement and nerves seemed to rush into him at once.

In that moment, Kazuha allowed himself a soft, fleeting smile that no one else would notice, but it made his heart feel lighter.

He stepped back to let the next student through, slipping his hands into his pockets as he made his way toward the classroom, his heart warm with anticipation.

By the time Kazuha reached Class 4-B, the classroom was already beaming with excitement as students were catching up on their vacations, gossiping about the summer, and speculating on what this year would bring. Some were still settling into their seats, others chatting with familiar faces.

As Kazuha settled into his usual seat by the window, he couldn’t help but notice the gentle rustle of the curtains in the breeze. The room felt alive with promise...

His gaze drifted lazily toward the front of the classroom, and for the briefest moment, his mind wandered to other matters—the sea breeze, the distant rustle of leaves, and the soft hum of nature just outside the classroom walls.

It was a familiar feeling, like the world outside was calling him, reminding him that there were places beyond this room.

But today, everything felt heavy with anticipation, tethering him here.

His fingers lightly traced the edge of his desk as he waited for the bell to ring, the subtle pulse of his heartbeat was now an erratic drumbeat in his chest.

Finally, the door creaked open, and in walked Mr. Takahashi, the homeroom teacher.

"Good morning, Class 4-B!" Mr. Takahashi greeted, his voice steady and authoritative.

He was the.. sort of teacher who commanded attention without needing to raise his voice, a quiet confidence in his demeanor that immediately settled the room.

"Let’s get started."

As he walked toward the front, there was a palpable shift in the air.

The students, who had been chatting away moments ago, began to quiet down, eyes turning towards the front.

Kazuha felt the familiar stir of unease in his stomach, the sense that something was about to happen—something he couldn’t quite control.

Mr. Takahashi cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, "Before we get into the schedule for the year, there’s something we need to address. It's time for our class officer elections."

A collective groan echoed through the room, the sound of students who didn’t particularly care for responsibilities.

Then, there was a moment of silence as everyone waited for someone to take the initiative. After all, the elections was never something people eagerly volunteered for—it was just a formality, a necessary duty to get through the year.

Kazuha, ever the quiet observer, leaned back in his chair, his hands on his lap. He wasn’t particularly concerned about the election.

He’d been elected in other class officer roles in the past without much fuss.

It wasn’t also that he disliked it... it was simply that he preferred to lead quietly, from the background.

He had never been one to demand the spotlight.

"Alright, well then.." Mr. Takahashi continued, breaking Kazuha’s thoughts, "Let’s get started. I’ll open the floor for nominations. Who would like to volunteer for the position of class president?"

Silence.

Kazuha’s gaze shifted, taking in the faces of his classmates. No one seemed eager to take the lead, and the air was thick with reluctance.

His thoughts began to drift again, as they often did. He didn’t mind being the class president, but the position came with expectations.

Expectations that made him a little uneasy.

He wasn’t about to nominate himself too.

He wasn’t particularly sure that anyone else would nominate him, either. He had always been more of a quiet leader, stepping in when necessary but never pushing himself forward.

The minutes ticked by, the only sound in the room being the occasional rustle of a student shifting in their seat.

Then, unexpectedly, a voice pierced the silence.

"I nominate Kaedehara Kazuha!"

Kazuha’s eyes widened, his body stiffening in surprise. He turned toward the back of the room, where the voice had come from. Tomo—one of his closest friends—was grinning widely at him, hands raised in a mock salute.

"I SECOND THE NOTION!" another voice chimed in, Heizou's...

Kazuha blinked, his mind racing. He hadn’t anticipated this.

He hadn’t even thought to volunteer, much less be nominated so quickly. The idea of being class president was one thing, but having it thrust upon him in front of the whole class was... different.

He glanced around the room, his eyes scanning the faces of his classmates, most of whom were already looking toward him with varying degrees of curiosity.

A wave of heat crept up his face. He wasn’t entirely sure why his heart rate had picked up so suddenly. It was just an election, after all.

And yet, there was something about the way they were all looking at him now that felt... he wasn’t sure how to explain it.

Mr. Takahashi glanced over at him, eyebrows raised. "Well, it seems we have a nominee." He looked toward the class. "All in favor of Kaedehara Kazuha as class president, raise your hands!"

Kazuha didn’t move.

His gaze flicked from hand to hand as they shot up around the room—some with enthusiasm, others with casual indifference.

But then, in the middle of it all, he saw it.

Your hand.

You were raising your hand..

Kazuha’s heart skipped a beat, and he had to take a sharp breath to steady himself.

He hadn’t expected that.

The warmth of your gesture, the way your fingers moved so naturally in the air, felt like a soft reassurance.

He wasn’t sure why it made him feel like his entire world had shifted just a little.

When the votes were tallied, Mr. Takahashi nodded. "Looks like it’s unanimous! Kaedehara Kazuha, is now our new class president."

The class broke into applause, the sound echoing in his ears. Kazuha stood up, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t held leadership positions before—but this time, it felt different.

This time, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more at play than just being the class president.

As the applause died down, Kazuha cleared his throat, raising his hands in an effort to calm the room. "Thank you," he said, his voice steady despite the churn of emotions inside him. "I’ll do my best to make this year run smoothly."

He tried not to let his nerves show, keeping his gaze steady as he surveyed the class.

It was only when his eyes caught yours again, the soft smile on your lips, that he felt a sense of calmness..

After the election concluded and the classroom settled into a familiar rhythm of idle chatter, Mr. Takahashi waved Kazuha over to the front desk. A neat pile of name cards lay waiting, along with a seating chart template.

“As our esteemed class president,” Mr. Takahashi began with a playful grin, “you get the honor of helping me decide everyone’s seating. and if you can avoid putting people with, uh, ‘history’ near each other, you’ll have my eternal gratitude."

“Understood, sir.” Kazuha chuckled lightly, though he felt an almost absurd level of responsibility. It wasn’t that assigning seats was difficult... it was the knowledge that where people sat might define their year.

Would friendships blossom? Would rivalries form? Would someone sit beside someone they secretly admired?

Would he...?

As he flipped through the cards, your name appeared.

It stood out.

Not because the ink was bolder or the letters more elegant, but because it carried a weight only he could see...

His fingers lingered on it for a heartbeat too long before he gently placed it down.

He began filling the chart, hoping to create a fair balance. The chatter of the classroom felt distant as he arranged friendships and personalities.

But when it came to assigning his own seat..

He faltered.

Kazuha closed his eyes briefly, a silent prayer forming.

"To any deity, archon, or celestial being who might hear me... let me sit with [Y/N]."

It was foolish. Selfish... even.

But the thought of being close to you—of seeing you not just as a distant admiration but as a part of his daily life—made his heart race in ways that scared him as much as they thrilled him.

Then, he carefully placed your name beside his own.

“Finished?” Mr. Takahashi asked, peering over Kazuha’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Kazuha replied, keeping his tone even despite the small scare Mr. Takahashi had given him.

“Great. Let’s see how long it takes for complaints to start rolling in,” the teacher joked, pinning the chart to the board. “Everyone, find your new seats!”

The classroom buzzed as students gathered around the chart. Kazuha remained at his desk, his expression calm though his fingers tapped a silent rhythm against his thigh.

He didn’t look up, not even when he heard footsteps approach.

“Looks like we’re seatmates,” you said, breaking the silence.

Kazuha glanced up, his breath catching for a split second. You stood beside him, your smile easy and unguarded, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Yes,” he replied, though his voice wavered. He cleared his throat quickly, composing himself. “It seems so.”

You tilted your head slightly, amused by his formal tone. “Looking forward to the year, Kaedehara-san!"

His name on your lips felt like a melody. “A-As am I,” he stammered, cursing himself inwardly for the awkward response.

As you settled into your seat, Kazuha couldn’t help but steal a glance. Your attention had already shifted to arranging your supplies, but to him, the moment lingered like a dream he wasn’t ready to wake from.

Then... the memory resurfaced with startling clarity as Kazuha caught the faintest scent of cherry blossoms drifting through the open window.

Second Year Sports Day

The school’s sports day had arrived, and with it, the usual mix of excitement and energy that buzzed through the air.

While the rest of the school seemed to vibrate with uncontainable enthusiasm, Kazuha found himself sitting at the edge of the track, away from the heart of the festivities. His usual spot under the large sakura tree, a quiet refuge, stood at the farthest corner of the grounds.

The cool shade beneath the tree provided a temporary escape from the groups of students, their cheers and shouts muffled by the distance.

The only sounds Kazuha truly heard were the occasional rumbles of laughter and the rustling of the leaves overhead.

He opened his notebook, the familiar pages welcoming him like an old friend. He’d been trying to write a poem about spring, something inspired by the energy of the day...

Yet, as his pen hovered over the first line, he found himself distracted. His thoughts wandered, and the words refused to come.

His gaze drifted across the field, where students in brightly colored uniforms lined up for their respective events.

Some were stretching, some were chatting, and others were just as focused as he had hoped to be in his writing.

Yet, it wasn’t their energy that caught his attention.

It was you.

There you were, standing in the middle of your relay team, adjusting the ribbon on your uniform.

It wasn’t that you stood out because of any particularly noticeable trait.

You weren’t the loudest, nor were you drawing attention with over-the-top theatrics.

Instead, it was in the way you carried yourself.

Your eyes seemed to be focused on the track ahead, and your smile was soft yet determined. It was clear you were nervous, but there was an undeniable strength in the way you held your own.

As you adjusted the straps of your shoes, your hands moving in practiced motions, Kazuha felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. It was a strange feeling, one he couldn’t quite place.

He watched as you laughed at something your teammate said, your voice ringing clearly through the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stop.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t look away, why his thoughts were suddenly so jumbled. All he could do was watch as you leaned forward, preparing for the race to begin.

The whistle blew, sharp and clear, cutting through the air. The race started with a burst of energy. You took off down the track with the other runners, your legs pumping with determination, your face set with concentration.

You weren’t the fastest.

In fact, Kazuha knew that the fastest runners were already ahead, but there was something about the way you ran.

It wasn’t about speed.

It was about perseverance, about staying steady no matter the odds.

There was no frenzied urgency to your movements. You were calm—almost serene—despite the pressure of the race, despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

It was as if the entire world had fallen away, leaving only the rhythm of your body and the goal ahead.

The baton exchange came, and Kazuha’s eyes followed every move. As you passed the baton, you didn’t falter.

You didn’t hesitate.

The way you handed off the baton was smooth, like you’d done it a thousand times. Your face, flushed with effort, broke into a brief smile as you cheered for your teammate who took off next.

It wasn’t a smile directed at anyone in particular. It was a natural, easy smile—a smile that felt effortless and genuine, as if you weren’t concerned with anything other than the moment itself.

Kazuha couldn’t explain it, but that smile...so simple

Made something stir deep within him...

His hand, still gripping the pen, trembled slightly.

He was so absorbed in watching you that he didn’t realize his notebook had slipped from his lap and fallen to the ground with a soft thud.

The noise startled him out of his daze, and for a brief moment, he blinked in confusion as he looked down at the notebook, now on the grass beside him.

He shook his head, trying to clear the sudden fog in his mind.

But the moment he lifted his gaze again,

There you were—laughing with your teammates, clearly exhausted but no less joyful...

And suddenly, it hit him.

He hadn’t noticed you before.

Not like this.

Not until now.

The noises of the crowd faded, the rustling of the leaves turned into a soft murmur.

The only thing that mattered was you—your laughter, your smile, your quiet strength as you cheered on your friends.

In the space of a single moment, his world had shifted.

For the first time, Kazuha felt something he couldn’t explain—a pull, an unshakable weight in his chest.

Now, you were all he could see.

In his reverie, he didn’t hear the bell ring or the shuffle of students around him.

He was lost in the memory, feeling that familiar warmth rise in his chest, the same warmth that had blossomed quietly within him since that day.

But then a soft voice broke through the haze of nostalgia, sharp and clear.

“Kaedehara-san?” The sound of your voice snapped him back to the present, and Kazuha blinked, looking up in mild surprise. You were standing by his desk, your gaze not quite meeting his but still focused on him with an expression that held something like concern, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“Kaedehara-san,” you repeated, your tone playful yet gently questioning. “Are you daydreaming...? You looked like you were a million miles away!"

Kazuha felt his heart leap in his chest.

The gentle teasing was enough to make him realize just how lost he’d been in his thoughts.

He quickly shook his head, trying to mask his embarrassment with a sheepish smile. “Ah, sorry, I—was just thinking.”

Your smile softened, though the hint of amusement still lingered. “I figured,” you said, tapping your fingers on his desk lightly. “You seemed so... far away.”

“Ah... I didn’t mean to seem distant,” he stammered, immediately trying to explain himself, but the words escaped him as quickly as they had arrived.

Instead, he offered a small, embarrassed laugh. “I guess I got a little lost in my head.” It was then that he realized he hadn’t even noticed when the class had finished, or how the others were packing up for lunch.

The room was quieter now, with only a few lingering conversations and the shuffle of bags and chairs. “Hmm, well, it’s good to know I wasn’t the only one spacing out,” you said with a small wink. “You’ve been pretty focused all morning. Do you need a break?”

Kazuha opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a loss for words.

His heart was still racing a little, not entirely from embarrassment, but from the realization that you were still here, still so close.

His chest tightened in a way he couldn’t quite explain, a feeling that had been growing steadily ever since he sat beside you today.

“I’m... I’m fine,” Kazuha managed, though his voice was quieter than he intended. He quickly gathered his things—his notebook, pen, and the scattered bits of paper that had somehow gotten mixed up throughout the morning—and began packing them into his bag.

But his thoughts wandered again, despite his best efforts to stay focused.

How could he tell you what had been on his mind for so long? How could he put into words the feelings that had been growing within him ever since that second year Sports Day?

He couldn’t, not yet. He wasn’t ready.

But as you turned to walk away, your voice lingered in the air. “Well, I’ll let you catch up on your thoughts then, Kaedehara-san. Don’t work yourself too hard, okay?”

Kazuha watched you go, his heart racing in his chest as the words you’d said echoed in his mind. "Don’t work yourself too hard."

How could he explain that it wasn’t work, but something much more complicated?

That it wasn’t just the class, or the presidency, or the seat arrangement that filled his thoughts..

It was you.

But he remained silent, and he let you walk away, his gaze lingering on the space where you had sat.

Later that evening, after the weight of the day had lifted,

Kazuha sat by his window, the sky had deepened into dusk, the stars flickering above like distant fires, and the air was cool.

It was quiet in his room, aside for the soft rustle of the wind and the occasional chirp of crickets in the night.

The silence gave him the space he needed to think, to process the emotions that were swirling within him... tangled and messy.

He had been thinking of you all day... how you had smiled at him when you called him out of his thoughts, how your voice had sounded when you’d asked if he was okay.

It had been casual.

But there was a depth to it that he couldn’t shake.

The truth was, Kazuha had known for a long time that his feelings for you had deepened.

Ever since that Sports Day in his second year, he had watched you from the shadows, silently admiring you from afar.

He had told himself, back then, that it was just a passing crush, something that would fade with time.

But it hadn’t.

It had only grown stronger, more persistent, like a plant planted deep in his heart that refused to wither.

And now, in his fourth year, here he was—seated beside you.

His heart pounding every time your voice brushed against his ear. He had told himself that the new school year would be the one where he finally found the courage to tell you.

But each time he thought about it, the fear gripped him all over again.

What if you didn’t feel the same? What if, by speaking his heart, he destroyed the quiet connection he had with you?

Kazuha closed his eyes for a moment, leaning back in his chair. “I have to tell them,” he whispered softly to the stars outside, as if seeking some cosmic answer. “This year, I have to.”

But as he sat there, a pang of longing tugged at his chest.

So close... yet so far.

You were right there, right beside him.

Yet the distance between his feelings and the courage to act on them felt like an unbridgeable gap.

His heart ached with the weight of it, knowing that despite being closer to you than ever before, he remained just as far from you in the ways that truly mattered...

But he knew that he couldn’t keep living in this quiet reverie forever.

Tomorrow would be another day. Another chance to take that first step, to move closer to you, to finally show the words that had been held back for so long.

With a soft sigh, Kazuha set his pen down and looked out at the stars.

They were distant, silent, and untouchable—but still, they shone brightly.

Just like his feelings for you.

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[romancemedia]

Anime Romances + A Kiss on the Hand

[demolitionsweetheart]

Give me request before I die

Pls

[biggesthomuradefender]

Homura akemi defenders unite!! 💜

YEAHHHHHHH ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

i’m also a defender and lover of all the girls !! :) homura is just my absolute no. 1 fave 🫶

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere prompts day 15

15: “Where are you going without us? You know that’s not allowed”

Featuring: Kazuha and Tomo

TW: Stalking, manipulation, slight overprotectiveness/clinginess

If there was one power couple duo that shouldn't be messed with in Inazuma it was Kazuha and Tomo. Not only were the two inseperable, but they also were vision holders? Cool as fuck.

Sorry, did I say vision holders I think I meant: Stalkers. Hardcore stalkers.

Maybe it was just the power of anemo but you've never heard Kazuha's footsteps, yet he's always just behind you. And this time you know it was just the power of electro because Tomo did NOT attempt to start a thunder storm for your attention with his bare hands.

They're both 'clingy in their own ways is how Kazuha would describe it, poets and romanticising things. Though Tomo going 'yeah. And?' with his whole body draped over you (not even in a purposefully melodramatic way) is also not a good response.

Weirdos.. Leave me alone please! You think. But, if it was that simple, you wonder how fast the Sakoku and Vision hunt decree would be abolished. 10 seconds tops maybe?

Kazuha and Tomo the people watchers strike again, watching you from a nearby tree! Call the police please! But, then again you wouldn't want them getting caught would you? They would get their visions stolen! You've heard horrible stories about that from Kazuha and Tomo seperately.

You're not going to be that unkind to them.

You open the window from your house to onlook their temporary "camp". Consisiting of two futons, you're still confused on why they're not absouletly filthy but  it's Teyvat it's probably some magical force and one sword rack. They'll just freeload of you for the rest you're all neighbours after all, another wise quote from Tomo.

They're just sitting there, not talking. A bit creepy. But maybe they're enjoying the sunset? Veery unlikely 

"Ah! Mornin' Y/N!" Tomo smiles at you cheerfully, he doesn't have the sharpest of eyes but since Kazuha was dead asleep it was you vs cat man. "Kaz, wake up!" Tomo starts shaking Kazuha awake excitedly. It takes a minute though contrasting with most peoples belief Kazuha's actually quite a heavy sleeper he just rarely gets any sleep.

Kazuha slowly awakes, he looks slightly majestic  but that's besides the point. "Mn.. What is it?" He drowsily rubs his eyes and looks between both you and Tomo.  

"Oday ouyay wantay otay askay emthay?" Tomo whispers to a confused-looking Kazuha, he usually did things like creating 'languages' or even worse foods that the two only understood. 

"What are you saying, Tomo?" He gives Tomo a slight laugh, he must not remember.

"WE WENT OVER THIS LAST NIGHT, KAZ." Tomo half yells, melodramatically feigning hurt.

"I wasn't listening." Kazuha smiles at Tomo patting his back, you hope they're not going to keep us this back and forth.

"Fine. I'll do it myself." Tomo clears his throat like he's going to say something really important or really dumb: "What are you doing this morning, because we were hoping you'd come to Sagonomiya with us!"

"I can't." You say matter of factly. You really can't, Yoimiya wanted to show you some of her fireworks.

"Why?" Tomo and Kazuha ask in sync, it seems Kazuha has half-caught onto the the drift now.

"Yoimiya wants me to help her test out something." You say to them.

"That's dangerous." Tomo frowns and tries to convince you to travel with them once again.

"Don't care." You start to get annoyed by their pushiness.

Kazuha finally having fully caught the drift says: "...Well Y/N. It's like this: You can't and won't go anywhere without us because it's not allowed." 

"That's simple principal." Tomo adds. He reaches for your hand even though he is outside your house and just casually pulls you out the window Kazuha slightly bends the air in order to give you a soft landing.

Alright next stop Sangonomiya!

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Tomoe fluffy headcanon

Kamisama kiss request's are open.... Don't care what title says... Kamisama kiss is too long.

Okay, it depends on which Tomoe we're talking about.

Tomoe in the old days would be a bit gentler.

He wouldn't be so tsundere towards you.

However, in this time it would be much easier to isolate you.

You really didn't have relationships with other people.

Tomoe would usually love to play with your hair.

He would also let you play with his hair.

The kisses would be loving and sometimes gentle.

Tomoe would often tell you different stories if you sat on his lap.

This would be surprisingly relaxing.

Modern day Tomoe would be a harder case...

First of all, as soon as Tomoe realized his feelings he would kiss you and bind you to him.

This would be the way you couldn't leave him.

Tomoe is always with you...

Whether you like it or not.

It would take a really long time before he would admit to you that he loves you.

Before this, the most affectionate thing Tomoe would do would be to brush your hair while you were asleep.

That way he could think things through.

Tomoe would be the possessive Yandere.

You definitely wouldn't go out without him.

He would either have a hand on your shoulder or on your hip.

Tomoe would hand out free death stares to anyone who stared at you for too long.

Too long = five seconds

The kisses would be possessive...

There would be gentle kisses sometimes and they would always leave you wanting more.

Love bites would be a thing and definitely in visible places.

The more they would make the person who would talk to you feel bothered, the better.

[poisonousroxstar]

Imagine:

Male Y/N being embraced by Mami Tomoe

Anon: "Drinks got me feeling wanted. I just need some headcanons about being held by Mami Tomoe, even if it's the last thing I see... (w/ Male Reader)"

I lost the original ask because Tumblr wouldn't let me edit the old post :( hope you like it!

Mami is very touch starved and craves your affection. She's been alone for so long, she's placed so much pressure on herself - all she wants is someone to lean on and care for her for once.

Mami is very gentle with her affections, but she is a very generous and giving lover. If her boyfriend wants to be held, then she'll hold you in her arms like you're the most precious man in the world - and, to her, you are. If you're drunk and want affection, she'd definitely tease you over your intoxicated state. But she won't reject your advances, she'll take them all.

You can snuggle up together, cuddle each other, but her favorite is when you two hold each other in each other's arms. Your arms around her make her feel safe and protected, like for a moment she doesn't need to be this brave protector she's made herself to be. With her body encaged in your arms, Mami can finally let down her walls.

And when she holds you in her arms, Mami feels like you're safe too. She has you here, with her, away from the witches Wraiths she has to fight endlessly. When she leans on you and you lean on her, she's content. She's happy, with you.

You, her beloved boyfriend, is her happiness.

[mitsvriii]

Left Behind

Kaedehara Kazuha x reader

TW’s: mention of death, spoilers for the Inazuma Archon Quest

Word count: 520+

A/N: Kazuha’s friend is called Tomo, and I’m so sorry for this

Good luck to anyone wishing for Kazuha and Alhaitham!

He saw the Traveler reappear from wherever they had been sent to by the Shogun, he saw the Shogun pose in what seemed to be defeat, he saw Gorou and his men congratulate the Traveler on their hard-earnes victory, yet his mind was on one thing.

You.

So he ran. He ran past Gorou and his men, past the Traveler and Paimon, down the stairs from Tenshukaku. He brushed past the shogunate, didn’t stop at the stares of Inazumans, and he didn’t care that he knocked down some poor bystander.

He needed to see you. He needed to right the wrongs he did when he left Inazuma and he needed to do it or else he felt like he was going to die.

He soon made it out of Inazuma City but he didn’t seem to notice. His mind plagued with memories.

How he first met you after you accidentally threw a ball in his house’s window when you two were children. How he finally asked you out after years of being “best friends”. How he kissed you for the first time after you two had play-fought near the ocean.

He also remembers when the decrees hit. The look of pure horror on your face when he told you he was leaving Inazuma. The way tears flowed down your cheeks like waterfalls as he turned and left. In fact, that was the last image that he had of you stored in his mind.

Kazuha panted heavily as he slowed to a stop as he crossed over a familiar stone bridge. He looked around for a sign, any sign that you were still here. He let out a shaky breath when he noticed your house, the familiar pot that you made stood right outside the front door.

He walked fast as he walked up the short stairs to your house’s door, taking a breath before knocking on the door. He waited for what seemed like eternity before he heard the door open. He looked up, he was going to see you. For the first time in forever he was going to see-

He blinked as he saw an unfamiliar female open the door with a confused look on her face. Her mahogany eyes met Kazuha’s face as she tilted her head in question.

“Do you need anything?”

Kazuha opened his mouth as his mind went blank. He quickly shook his head before answering, “Does a {name} live here?”

The girl thought for a second before shaking her head, “Do you mean {name} Hitaksaki? She died a few weeks ago, why?”

Kazuha felt hinself go pale, you had died? But how…was it from grief? Illness?

Kazuha spoke shakily, “H-How did she die?”

“I’m not sure, I don’t think anyone knows really. Some Shikanoin guy has been looking into it. You could ask him if you’d like.”

“Did she leave anything? Maybe a letter or a trinket?” He was desperate now, he needed to have something, anything left of you.

“I’m sorry.”

Kazuha nodded, muttering a “thanks” as his heart sunk for a second time that day. He felt tears dripping down his cheeks as he started back for Inazuma City. He wondered..

What would’ve happened if he hadn’t have left you behind?

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

the fact that tomoe will leap over 20 hurdles just to refuse to admit he's jealous that nanami is spending time with another guy is so funny to me. this man would sooner die than admit his feelings

[marsafter-dark]

who wants to hear about my Bloodweave Kamisama Kiss AU which could only exist in the twisted mind of someone who grew up in the grand era of 2000s anime?

[pipippizz]

been mega horny but… ur thoughts on a gangbang w/eden? i’m horn knee for everyone rn 💔

THIS IS SOME GOOD FOOD RIGHT HERE AW YEAH !!!! FUCK YEAH !!!

minors do not read or interact !!!!

gn reader — orgy , overstim , double penetration , praise , a little bit of choking and manhandling as a treat

so to start ; you are definitely not leaving the bedroom on your own two feet tomorrow. these four are gonna make sure you get the most of being the centre of eden's attention.

hiyori is surprisingly the most hands off, taking more of a leading role in making sure everything is going well and taking extra care to let you know just how good you are, how well you're taking everything, what a good little darling you are. he loves peppering your face with kisses and petting your hair, and if he gets to you first, he's stroking your sex until you're dripping enough to soak his hand (of course, he makes jun lick it clean).

jun himself is a lot more hands on. he loves to tangle his fist in the back of your hair and press your lips together, surprisingly more gently than expected. he's the one who cups your chest from behind and squeeze it while you're getting fucked, especially if he gets to be inside you. his groans are right in your ear so you know how great you feel for him.

ibara is the one who actually makes sure you're prepared for anyone to fuck you. he uses more than enough lube to stretch you out, taking his sweet time as the others warm you up. he starts with two fingers and moves up to four, the whole time pressing against your most sensitive areas so you're writhing beneath him. he won't fuck you himself, he prefers to watch while stroking himself, but that doesn't mean he won't kiss you so hard his tongue nearly goes down your throat when the others do.

nagisa is the base everything happens on top of. he's the first person to fuck you by letting you ride on top of him, bucking into you while guiding your hips with an iron grip. if you're lucky, maybe he'll pull out for jun to have a turn, but sometimes he won't. he praises you in turn with hiyori, more like idealizing you right in front of you while you're overwhelmed with pleasure.

what's most likely to happen is jun and nagisa fuck you at the same time, taking alternate turn thrusting while you straddle nagisa, jun firmly behind you. hiyori kisses your cheeks and neck while sometimes rubbing your sex, praising you the whole time and guiding you to stroke his sex. and ibara tangles his hand in your hair as he dominates your mouth with his, using his other hand to make you jack him off, too

[romancemedia]

Anime Couples 6

[jaderose18]

Genshin Inazuma Men High school Headcanons

Kazuha: He'd be the type of guy who is really shy and quiet in class. He has a few friends and doesn't really talk to a lot of people. However, if you approach him, he'll be really nice and polite, who knows, maybe you'll soon become more? Writes you haikus and poetry. Very friendly and nice to you and willing to help you.

Tomo: Ah, yes, our favorite hot dead guy. He'd be one of those snarky and cocky guys at school who gets on your nerves. Has half of the school's female population swooning over him (1), but when you get to know him, you realize he's a huge dork and is actually really nice. Brings Tama to school and lets you pet her. He's actually really shy to approach you cause he thinks you're cute, so he'll bug you instead (he thinks it's flirting).

Thoma: This guy (I love him so much) is the sweetest, nicest, most sweet guy in creation. He's polite and respectful to all. He's welcoming and nice to everyone, new and old, no matter what. He's really fond of you and will probably go with you to feed the stray animals nearby. He will sometimes make your food. Voted 1# malewife in the school's yearbook

Itto: The one and oni is popular among all. Captain of the football team, for sure. Has half of the female population swooning over him (2). Isn't cocky about stuff. Really nice, actually. He plays with the elementary school kids, like Beyblade stuff, and will lose. He will be bitter about it, and you need to drag him away before he challenges another kid. Will listen to you. You and Kuki are besties since you need to get our oni out of trouble.

Heizou: Flirt of the year. This man will come and flirt with you and act like it's nothing. He's smart too and will help you in exchange for a date~ Overall nice guy and will protect you during dodgeball.

Gorou: Dog boy here is protective in a nontoxic way. He's sweet and really nice to you. He's the definition of loyal puppy love when it comes to you. Anyone hurts you? Bye bye to that guy.

A/n: Do you want a Sumeru or Liyue version?