#trigun college au

[macncherries]

vashwood wip, like, HUGE wip, MASSIVE wip, but i am trying to post more so arrggh here we be matey

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and thus marks the end... kind of, of the college au journey... for now

[chris-continues]

Nai doesn’t admit it outright but he’s so fucking devoted to you

Will help you to tie your shoes because ugh, you’ll trip. He needs to do it.

Kisses your ankle as he fastens the strap, or ties the laces, and if you’re wearing something that exposes your bare leg his face will move a bit closer, perhaps peppering kisses up your calf as his hands skim the expanse of your skin.

[bozepomagaj]

My old stuff getting reblogged by the trigun archive acc... I feel so old. Once the worst passes, I promise I'll get back to writing, I already miss it sm

[hellinistical]

After a couple encounters with a guy from the library, you get handsy after you agree to let him teach you French.

Tutor!Knives x Afab, gn reader.

Warnings: fingering, pet names, cockwarming, no protections.

WC: 2.4k

It had started as a simple thing. Simple touches with the tips of your fingers grazing each others’ hands. Occasional glances that may or may not have lingered. You saw each other maybe three times a week throughout the campus- usually in the library, where you’d find him pushing his glasses up for the umpteenth time as he struggled (only sometimes) to carry a horrific amount of books to the checkout. 

Remembering when he dropped a couple of his books, you helped him gather them up, using it as your chance to strike up a conversation with him finally, but he had beaten you to it. 

“You’re in here a lot, huh?”

Your eyes widened; his voice was surprisingly deep. The man chuckled at your reaction as if it were a normal response- it probably was. “So are you.”

“Touche.” 

You stayed quiet momentarily, looking him over as he counted his stack.

He was pretty, with lashes that kissed his cheek. His hair was soft, blonde and pushed back.

He was pretty, with his broad shoulders and slender waist.

He was just pretty. 

You hear a group of students behind you, but you can't make out what they’re saying- it was probably just nonsensical plans for the weekend, anyways. And then finally, you see his eyes as he looks up. 

He was really pretty.

Swirls of blue melted with the light grays and greens from the sun rays streaming in through the windows, and by god, you couldn't even begin to think of a logical reason for this with all your medical knowledge. 

“You’re staring,” He had a small smile on his face, his books now in bags as he extended a hand towards you. Taking it, you mumbled an apology, noticing one more thing.

His skin was hot.

***

A couple of months went by, and you learned a lot about your library buddy-turned-friend. Like the fact that his name was Naii- short for Knives. You didn’t get his last name, he didn’t get yours. Naii hated swimming but loved baths. He had a big family and wanted a big family. And he couldn’t cook for shit. He was a language fanatic and wanted to travel all over when he graduated. 

You also learned that he was very persuasive when he wanted to be. 

**** "That's it, sugar, just like that. You're doing so good for me. Can you tell me what the next sentence is?" 

Your mind was hazy, overwhelmed by the loud thrumming of your pulse in your ears as you look at the characters in the textbook, seeing the way they joined as you formed the syllables to read it aloud. 

"J'aime aller au cinema" (I like to go to the cinema.) 

“Very good,” Nai hummed into your neck as he listened to you sound out the words, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. He had you, his pretty little student in his lap, an open (albeit slightly damaged) French textbook splayed out on "Common Greetings and Phrases", with his hands on your waist, keeping you pinned to his lap. Shifting your hips, you mumbled something incoherently, but he paid it no mind as he fixed you again for the umpteenth time. His hands kneaded the fat of your thighs as he whispered praises in your ear every time you got a word right, calling you sweetheart, pet, beloved, and the like. Thumbs drawing circles in them, Naii occasionally would pinch the inner sides, making you jolt. While he wouldn’t reward you with praise if you got it wrong, he would motivate and tease you while you struggled to understand the material. 

That being said, truthfully, he was originally going to tutor you. 

He just got sidetracked. 

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his teeth nip at your neck, his hot breath fanning over the skin as he licked the area. Biting your lip, you suppressed a moan; Nai’s hands had strayed down to the waistband of your sweatpants, running his fingers along the elastic band as he snapped them. 

“Soft…” He whispered in your ear, as he slipped his hand past your underwear where his fingers met your labia. Trailing them along for a moment before he brought them to your lips, he pressed his thumb past them, grinning as you ran your tongue over the digit before he pulled away, bringing it back down to your pussy.

Starting to circle your clit, he moved slowly, with his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves, and his middle and index fingers sliding between wet your folds, coating them in your arousal as he starts to tease around your entrance. You bucked your hips, a whine escaping you as he chuckled. His teeth caught the shell of your ear, and biting down softly, he hummed again.  Clamping your thighs around his wrist, your mouth fell open as he pried them open again.

He pulled back, and for a second, you thought he’d stopped to actually tutor you again. 

But he just got distracted. 

Turning to look at him, Nai clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he grabbed your chin and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning you to face your textbook again. 

“Focus, honey. Read the next one for me, please doll?” he murmured, his hand slipping under your shirt as he made quick work of your bra, pulling it off you. Your nipples pebbled from the cool air, hardening as they peaked through the thin fabric of your shirt. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you again bit your lip, your eyes trailing over the characters as you tried to make out what they said.

 "J'aime l'art et..." (I enjoy art and…)

Your voice trailed off as he slid into you, one finger at first, pumping it in and out slowly as he curled it, soon adding a second, stretching out your walls.

Groaning, he leaned into your shoulder, his hair tickling the exposed skin as he pressed another kiss to your body. His free hand went to one of your breasts, squeezing it like it anchored him down. For all you knew, it probably did. You gasped shakily, your breath shallow.

“Oh, sweet thing, relax, it’s too tight f’me to move, don’t wanna hurt this pretty pussy now, do we?”

”“J'aime l'art et la littérature.” (I enjoy art and literature)

“There we go, look at you, so smart. Pretty thing.” 

His fingers quickened their pace, and as if he already knew where to look, he found your g-spot, laughing as you again jolted. 

You felt your hips rise suddenly, and the feeling of his fingers left you as Naii turned you over to face him. He had a wide smirk on his face, pressing one, two, three kisses to your lips as he brought his hands to his pants, quickly undoing them. 

Your mouth watered, the textbook forgotten as he tugged his pants down just enough to reveal the waistband of his underwear. Your fingers were quick to tug that down, too, until his hand clamped around your wrist, a small smile on Nai’s face. His blue eyes gleamed, the light flush on his skin unabashedly resting there only growing deeper. 

“Ah-ah. Not yet, Y/n.”

“Huh? Why not?”

He only smiled, leaning back into the chair as he looked at you expectantly, mouthing ‘in French, baby’.

Well, shit. 

You wracked your brain, desperate; the sooner you got this, the sooner you would get the relief you wanted. All the while, he just smirked, running his hands down your sides, waiting patiently. 

"S'il te plaît, Nai.” (Please, Nai)

You cringed at the way the words fell off your tongue; you definitely butchered the syllables and spacing of the words- something something the phonetics were too different and you didn’t remember enough Latin or Spanish to actually enunciate some of them.

Still, your buddy-turned-friend-turned-perhaps-boyfriend (you weren’t really sure what to call the two of you at this point, considering he just finger fucked you,) smiled easily, before leaning in and bopping your nose with his index.

"Bien sûr chérie." (Of course, darling.)

Letting go of your wrist, he leaned back again, watching as your hand went back to his underwear, a dark patch resting on the fabric, his bulge prominent. You slid his underwear down, raising your hips so you could slide them down more, watching as his cock sprung free. 

Add that to the list of things that were pretty about Naii. 

“You’re starin’, dollface,” He whispered, his hand wrapping around the base of his dick as he lazily pumped it.

“Not that I mind,” Nai added with a grin. You could see his canines peak out just barely again. "C'mere, raise your hips again- yeah, like that." 

His hands were firm on your hips, squeezing the fat on them just a little as he helped you. His hands were hot against your skin, almost uncomfortably so. You paid it no mind, too focused on the task at hand. Lining His tip with your entrance, you noticed the pearls of pre, slowly dribbling out. 

Lowering yourself, you sucked in a breath as his tip kissed your entrance, warm and slick. You were slow with it, taking him inch-by-inch, but Nai didn't seem to mind; it almost seemed like he enjoyed watching you struggle to take him in. 

He exhaled sharply as you sank down on him, your walls clamping around his shape. Mumbled curses left his lips; he hadn’t expected it to be so tight. You bit your lips, half of you ashamed that you let it get this far and the other half wanting more. You were embarrassed, but it was too late to back out now. 

Looking up at Naii through half-lidded eyes, you blinked slowly, your lashes giving butterfly kisses to your cheeks as you took a deep breath, bracing yourself, placing your hands on his shoulders as you started to ride him. It was clumsy, at first. Clumsy and slow. You didn’t rise all the way for fear of him getting out, but you also didn’t meet his base, for fear that he was too big.

Your hips stuttered as you rolled them; it was clear you didn’t know what you were doing. Chuckling, your tutor looked at you with an equally rosy face as his hands dug into your hips, helping you as he steadily quickened the pace, lifting and sinking you down on his cock, splitting you. A white ring soon formed around his shaft, strings of slick connecting you two everytime you rose up, only to be hidden as you fell. 

A cry slipped past your lips- Nai had pushed you down to his base, pressing his hand against your stomach as he nodded in approval. 

“So pretty,” He mumbled as he kept you down for a moment, basking in your warmth as he leaned over, biting your shoulder. His mouth was hot, teeth sharp as they made shallow scratches, breaking the skin. His tongue swiped at the peaking droplets of blood as he kept you there, arms firm around you. 

As you tried to move, he pinched your thigh, sighing heavily. 

“Knives?”

“Don’t… don’t move. Not yet. Let me…let me have this.” his voice was shaky, raspy as if he hadn’t spoken all day- which was quite the opposite. You comply, letting him be as you sat in his lap, full of him. Leaning into his touch, the tips of your fingers felt tingly, and nervous, as if a thousand butterflies had swarmed into your body. 

You stayed like that for a time before he slowly started to rock back into you. 

“Fuck…fuckin’- you feel so- why’re you so tight still? Makes no sense…relax around me, sweetheart. Wanna feel good, too, ya know? Just…fuck. Just lemme-” Nai sucked in a sharp breath. Suddenly, still in you, he wraps your legs around his waist as he lifted you up. You gasped, bracing yourself as he laid you out on the bed, crawling over you. Blue eyes pierced into your own, though this time it was as if rings of red began to swarm in his blue hues. Nai’s lips turned upwards into a crooked smirk, leaning over you, hiding you from view as he leaned in. An unspoken question, and you answered, raising your hands to his face as you captured his lips into a kiss, your lips molding against each other. 

It was far too late to deny kisses at this point. 

He bit your bottom lip, tugging at it before swiping his tongue across, asking for entrance, this time not waiting for an answer as he pushed into your mouth, his tongue meeting yours as he rocked his hips into yours.

Moans spilled from Nai’s lips, deep and heavy as he pulled away for air, just to dive back in as if he was intoxicated. 

The dorm bed creaked, old from previous uses from previous students, the springs weary and tired. Placing a hand by your head as if to cage you in, Naii looked at you with blown-out eyes.

“Thank you,”  He gasped, kissing you again as he muttered ‘thank you’ again and again. Praise fell from his lips, ‘sweet thing”, “doing so well,”, “just like that”, “I know you can take it. I know it,”. He was starting to get desperate, his movements getting sloppy as you began to space out, broken cries hiding his words. 

A knot formed in your stomach, the flurry of butterflies in your stomach becoming an army as you brace yourself. 

“Too much, Naii, it’s too much- can’t, I can’t-”

“You can love. I know it. Look at you, you’re doing so well.”

Kissing your tears away, his movements became erratic. He was close. You were close. 

If the RA were to be walking down the halls, you wouldn’t know. But the idea of getting caught…

You groaned, eyes closing tight as you felt yourself come undone, but Nai persisted, making you ride out your orgasm, cursing as you came around him, only to return the favor. 

Heat shot through your walls as he clamped a hand over your mouth when you screamed. It was intense, how the man above you forced you to ride it out, even when he himself was cumming. 

As Naj slumped into you, he released a shaky breath, voice quiet.

“Mine…all mine, right, sweet thing?”

He rolled over, pulling you on top of him, not waiting for an answer. 

You were spent, exhausted as you leaned into his touch. Your clothes stuck to your skin. You felt gross. 

And just as you were about to fall asleep, 

The RA banged on your door. 

[kichukitsu]

POV: You asked them to switch seats if they kept on bickering during class as a solution

[dangopango00]

COLLEGE BAND AU HEADCANONS

Legato x gn reader

It was pretty rude of me to just randomly put an au fic without explanation so heres the explanation bye still self indulgent; always will be i fear

more utc

- OK FIRST ABOUT HIM. He works for knives still but in this au his job is to cause vash suffering by 😭😭… outselling him??? Ridonkulous ik but go with it

- Knives wants him to outsell vash so vash realizes that art and human creativity is obsolete and instead help him run his tech/AI company that also focuses on helping global warming (humans suck they should die. robots go!)

- Hes apart of a band to rival Vash’s and ofc its the Gung Ho Guns; he hired them to play for him

- Tbh i think their genre isnt set in stone bc theyre purely doing this to outsell vash so I think theyd keep the core of it rock or indie but it has a lot of shifting gears, doing wtv gets the most traction

- Legato is the bassist but he knows keyboard if their keyboardist is absent

- I think legato writes most of the songs himself (to impress knives ofc this is still HIS mission afterall) and gets a lil sad and defensive if it flops LMFAO even if its just his first album; considering how Knives talked down on music Legato thought it’d be somewhat easy

- It DEFINITELY took him a while to write things that had some semblance of humanity in it tbh he had to have either another less emotionally stunted member write it or a ghost writer but he did still practice writing in his spare time since he had nothing better to do

- NOW ABOUT YALL. Ur roommates in a college dorm; if it were up to him he’d have an apartment but knives wanted him to keep an eye on vash and vash lives on campus

- He only has like one or two official rules as roommates but if ur pissing him off with sth thats not on the list he WILL let u lnow LOL

- The only rules established off rip are:

1. MYOB

2. Do not touch him (no tolerance rule if u touch him without permission he WILL be out of there asap even if its a lot of trouble and will probably even idk push u or sth ignore u forever, hope and pray on ur downfall idk its hard to translate his violent tendencies to modern society without getting him arrested ok)

- You often eat together when he isnt busy tbh usually in silence but its ok its comfortable silence (to him at least)

- Ok im gonna try to say this in the least creepy way possible but like. He likes to observe you for inspiration HEAR ME OUT. Just seeing u go about ur day and since hes always in first person POV seeing someone else just… live gives him immense inspiration on what to write

- He also gets inspo from other artists and heres where u come in hehe. You are a solo artist who doesn’t show your face and your speaking voice is pretty much completely different from ur singing voice (Not like insanely different but if you heard the two separately you wouldnt really connect the dots unless ur one of those people who connect voices easily + depending on ur genre u could be using a completely different tone of voice than usual)

- Your genre is a little similar to Legato’s in the fact that although you keep your core component (Love theme IMO but hey i dont make the rules yes i doo) you change around the other moving parts such as the instruments or wtv so he listens to your music often though he never really thought it would be you; just never really thought about the possibility

- Im not gonna say hes like obsessed with your artist persona or anything but he does (as much as he would rather khs than admit it since according to Knives music is the bane of this world) greatly enjoy your music and often finds himself getting your songs stuck in his head

- Hes def a gatekeeper i mean this is the guy who can name every song in ur discography (Not saying much though since you dont post too often)

- ANYWAY u have no idea this is going on since hes prone to just listening to music in his headphones rather than showing you or blasting it for the world to hear so ur relationship is developing as normal roommates

- You often get him stuff from the college snack shack and in return he often gives u whatever he doesnt want from the dining hall (that sounds crappy but its usually good stuff like ur fave fruit or cheese and crackers or sth)

- After u become a bit closer going on trips together becomes common not like vacation but like a little drive to a department store or him taking you with him to practice/performances

- SPEAKING OF PRACTICE U work part time at a coffee shop and it has a practice room which is where he usually brings his band it sounds random but I’ve encountered a coffee place like this before ok

- Killing two birds with one stone, he gets to see you on his way in and out and he gets a quiet place to practice + Vash often brings his band here too so ig killing two birds and one afterthought with one stone

- Other GHGs (NOT greenhouse gasses. Gung ho guns) think that ur another one of his groupies probably 💀 he def has tons i fear

- He def writes songs about you or rather than about you, references how u make him feel but he is in denial and thinks feelings are embarrassing so hes just like no they just gave me inspiration

- Its ok though the only one he has to justify himself to is himself bc hes like. The only one who knows its about u since his songs are never rlly about romance and in the rare cases that they are its very subtle

- When, if ever, he feels ready for touch he frames it like hes doing u a favor lmao “I will allow you to (blank)” he is tbh

Random Misc:

- Hes majoring in Ecology or Conservation Biology prob minoring in sth like computer science (his entire life surrounds Knives what did u expect)

- Sleeps in his daytime clothes and ur always like ???? Esp bc he wears jeans often… U two went to the department store one time and u convinced him to let u buy him pajamas so he could wash the day clothes overnight

- Hes a big ass fan of vinyls and cds and just physical ways of owning things like music or games but wont admit to himself he likes it its just for the aesthetic ok even though he has a record and cd player

- Wants to cut ur hair and feels like its one of the most intimate things u could do without having to touch too much (forever subscribed to knives cut his hair hc)

- If u have a lot of accessories and generally just a lot of stuff he gets annoyed if it isnt properly organized and will organize it for u wnv hes having writers block

- If ur an artist he has u make his merch designs n stuff 😍😍 he pays very generously he rlly dgaf abt money tbh + Knives sponsoring him

A/N: irrelevant but idk whether to imagine him as tristamp or trigun design like both are so good but Ok im done yapping ty

[myuminji]

[coishen]

College! au from @asurururum

Kids are trying to escape the heat.

They are so smol.

[into-the-feniverse]

TriStamp college AU let’s goooooo (part 1)

+ a meme below the cut

(Roberto is there cause how tragic would it be if you messaged your professor that and they just left you on read, I’d be mortified)

[macncherries]

vash is alright, i guess

college AU IB @chris-continues love love the drabbles for this au our brain cells are communicating at lightspeed i lobe him so much thank you bless you i hope your crops are watered and your toast is buttered mmm mm delicious.

whenever you get more content for this >>> will draw immediately pls tell me if there is a certain prompt that benefits this au I will whip out that drawing pen SO FAST

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guess whaaaaat

[chris-continues]

What happened…?

Tired college students commemorate one more day of survival

Nai communicates through actions rather than words. (Acts of service FRRRR)

Your eyelashes flutter, breath stuttering upon the realization that the crisp linens and fabric softener scent surrounding you were in fact- not your possessions.

They were his.

Angelic, soft white hair lays spread across his pillow, eyelids opening to reveal his ethereal celeste blue eyes.

How the hell did you even get here? Nothing indecent had transpired between you two- god, of course not, you both had decency. But literally sleeping next to one of your classmates? Who probably found you annoying to no end?

Yeah, not a walk in the park. Not an easy situation to navigate.

“Shit, sorry..” You turned to sit up, Nai following suit. “I don’t know..” your voice drawls off as you intensely stare at your hands in your lap, a futile attempt to ignore the looming presence behind your person.

“You fell asleep on the couch last night.” He explained, “Vash had his.. friend over, so he insisted you rest here. Although I wouldn’t allow you to hog my room for the night.” He huffs frustratedly, “I sincerely hope you had no morning class today, it’s past 7.”

You rack your brain for any semblance of a schedule, and groan. Yeah, your morning class with Vash, and he might’ve slept in. Maybe you could get notes from Meryl.

That also explained the teasing lilt in his voice. “Not a morning person, are you?” You turned around to retort, “And you are?”

“Not really.” He shrugged, standing up to roll his shoulders. “You need to eat, get up.” His eyebrow quirked at your incredulous expression, “What, is your idiocy catching up to you?”

“Yeah, yeah..” you groaned, following him out of his room to the kitchen. He absentmindedly shoved two bagels into the toaster, rummaging the fridge for spread and whatnot.

You stood straight like a bowling pin, having no idea what to do in the slightest. “Uh.. can I help?”

“Drawer to my left, two down. You’ll find a butter knife.” He pauses, “You do enjoy cream cheese, correct?” You walk to fetch him the butter knife before answering, “Yeah, cream cheese is fine.”

It’s a silent exchange as the bagels pop up, and you walk to grab them, bringing them to him as he holds out two Star Wars paper plates for you to place them on.

“Vash insisted.” He spreads the cream cheese on them, “Found them at CVS and insisted we need them.” He scoffs.

“I dunno, I’d say it suits you.” It most certainly did not, Nai Saverem in his petal cloak snuggie spreading cream cheese on bagels placed on a Star Wars paper plate.

It was oddly..

domestic.

[bozepomagaj]

How to train your dog.

College AU!Trigun (part 3)

Summary: a couple of days pass and you find out that your professor set you up with none other than Nai Saverem to work on a thesis. You, however, decide to make the most of this and finally confront him and show him who's the 'big dog' now with the help of your new friend, Vash.

A/N: I stalled this for far too long for too many reasons but here it finally is! This year is gonna be hectic as I have an undergraduate to do but I'll do my best to stay consistent this time and continue writing this. This one's a bit shorter than the last two parts but I hope that nonetheless people still enjoy it. Like always, criticism is appreciated.

CW: light swearing, mentions of being roofied/drugged

Word count: 1.8k

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

You thought everything was going to go smoothly. You thought that your plan was perfect: befriend Vash's friend group, get closer to Vash, and make Nai's life hell. Except, of course, you were never that lucky.

"Can't I just do this by myself?"

Obviously, he'd say that. As rude and brash as ever, however, you had manners so obviously you didn't talk back. Your professor leaned back in his chair sighing in annoyance. He was an older man and it was very clear he was not here to have a debate with you two.

„Listen, the event is in 2 weeks. The topic is very complex and detailed and I don't want you overworking yourself. I gave this assignment to you both because out of everyone here, you two are the only ones who look like their will to live hasn't evaporated yet and seem genuinely interested in what I'm talking about. Not only that but both of you have made some exceptional projects in the past. I need this to be perfect, it's gonna be representing the entire school.“

Open Door Days. The singlehandedly worst and best event every year. Your classes were shortened or simply canceled which was wonderful but then at the same time all the best students were chosen to do all kinds of different projects to „encourage young people to choose this major“.  And of course, you just so happened to be this „best of the best“. This also meant that you'd have to be there, standing for a whopping 8 hours watching annoying high schoolers giggle at you as they eat all the snacks and don't even appreciate all the hard work you've put into these theses.

„Plus, what kind of impression would we leave on the younger generations if we didn't promote teamwork?“

Nai's annoyance was so terribly obvious and irritating. Couldn't he at the very least pretend to be fine with this out of respect?

„Right, my apologies. So the due date is in 2 weeks?“

„A little earlier. We need to submit it by Tuesday so try to get it done by Saturday so I can review it in case there are any mistakes. If you get stuck at any point just come to me and I'll help you out.“

You and Nai both silently nod. The professor hands you 2 large Encyclopedias on the probably largest and most complex topic: bacteriology. Nothing specific, just something from that field which just so happened to be so complex that you could spend at least a week picking which topic to do. In any case, this was a nightmare for both of you. You were responsible and you could get over this silly little grudge but Nai? Oh, he would never. To everyone, he was a force to be feared and reckoned with, terrifyingly intelligent, hard-working with an immaculate work ethic. He took care of his body like it was a sacred temple. Everything about this man oozed with pride and adoration. That was until you got to his shitty personality. At times it honestly felt like you were conversing with a child rather than a grown man. But it was too late to say anything now, with scoffs on both of your faces, you both exited the classroom and you immediately stepped in front of him so he didn't get a chance to run off.

„I need your number. Also, we'll be meeting up at your place cuz it's nicer.“

Quick and straightforward. You learned that this was the best way to make him even listen to you. He cocked his eyebrow and clicked his tongue, a habit he got recently and only did it when he was annoyed.

„Alright. But I expect you not to make a mess of my apartment.“

He handed you his phone and you entered his phone number into yours then entered yours into his. The moment you were done, he snatched the phone from your hands and walked off. You scoffed and yelled after him.

„I'm coming over at 4!“

Whether he heard you or not you really couldn't care less. Your entire walk home was ruined, all you could think about was him and his irritating face, his irritating attitude, his irritating... well, everything at this point. Once you were home all the frustration melted as your dear puppy jumped up on you excitedly. He was honestly a better friend than most humans. It's like he'd always know what you needed. Whether it be silence and some quiet time with his paw resting on your leg while he quietly pants or him dragging you out with his leash in his mouth, urging you to take him on a walk to forget about everything. The only thing was, he was young, healthy, strong, and very much untrained. Plus, as a border collie, he had the energy of not one but five horses. Sure, he was a great source of motivation but sometimes you just couldn't keep up with him. Times like these made you realize why your mom told you that it might be best to leave him at home with them where he could go out and play far more often. You glance over to your living room... ravaged living room, to be more specific. He seemed to have another one of his energy spurts and decided to redecorate everything. Plants on the floor, pillows everywhere, and a couple of pictures broken. You couldn't get mad at him because you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into. Instead with a heavy sigh you send him to your room and go sit down at your computer. You spent some time looking up tutorials and blogs about how to train your dog but most of the time, it was about puppies or saying how the dog should've had prior training when they were younger. Which he didn't have. With a heavy sigh, you finally found a blog on which a young woman complains about having a rather large and active dog who wasn't trained prior and is now a total menace to her and everyone in her household. Huh. Seems like there were some people like you after all.

After spending some time looking through the comments, reading the replies of professionals or just random people who learned how to work with dogs you came to two conclusions:

There was still hope for you and there is still a chance that your big puppy could turn into the greatest boy ever with enough treats and reassurance and you won't have to pay concerning amounts of money for him to receive proper training and number two.

Nai was more similar to a dog than you thought.

You kept thinking about him since you were gonna have to meet him up in.... oh crap, less than an hour!? You decided that it was time to pack your stuff if you wanted to be on time. Unfortunately to you, the apartment he lived in was quite a bit away from yours so you needed to take a bus to there. The neighborhood wasn't unfamiliar to you because Meryl lived in the same apartment complex, her parents knew the couple who owned the place and decided to lower her rent slightly, while she got to live in a fancy apartment. Lucky.

As you wait for the tram (because you managed to miss the bus by a couple of seconds), your bus vibrates. You quickly take it out expecting it to be Meryl but instead, it's an unknown number. You make a face, thinking it is some kind of a scammer, but then again would a scammer really send you a message that says:

„Heard you're coming over :D“

You quickly type up, asking the mysterious person on the other line about their identity to which they immediately respond, almost like they were waiting.

„Did you not save my number? It's Vash :)“

Huh. It seems like you did forget to save his number. You finally see your tram pull up and you quickly jump on, trying to find your spot. Once seated, you start typing:

„yeah srry forgot about it lol“

„It's fine, but are you actually coming over?“

„on the tram rn so yeah, should be there soon“

„Great :D. I'll get some snacks ready.“

Oh, he was so nice. Just as nice as the last time you saw him. This means Nai is going to be positively fuming once he sees you two interact.

The ride to their neighborhood was quick, you played some music to pass the time and with a positive mindset, you skipped over to the apartment complex and walked in (you knew the passcode because Meryl gave it to you numerous times), walking up the stairs up to their apartment. After ringing the small bell you heard some commotion inside and rather than being greeted with Nai's scowl, you were greeted by a big hug from Vash.

„There you are! I already got worried you got lost or something.“

He ushered you to come in and now, that you saw the apartment during the day in all its glory, all you could say is that you were truly in awe. Beautifully decorated with lots of unique flowers and greenery you've never seen.

„Holy crap. I'm guessing you're the one that decorated this place? Cuz my God, it's gorgeous.“

„No, it was me. And since when are you on such good terms with my brother?“

Ah, the man on the hour was finally here. You spot him in the kitchen, a scowl on his face, and he clicks his tongue. Like always. You side-eye him and wait for his dear brother to enlighten him on the situation and the moment Vash opens his mouth, the biggest, most evil grin adorns your face.

„Nai, they're the ones who helped me out the other day. Y'know, when I almost got roofied? They were the ones who dragged me here. Honestly, I can't tell you how grateful I am to them.“

He looks over at you with the biggest smile in the world. Unlike you, he had pure intentions and wanted to show you how grateful he was all the while you were busy watching Nai's face contort, showing far more emotion than he ever has. He looks over to you and the moment he sees your shit-eating grin, it's like you could see the fumes coming out of his ears.

„Well... seems like I misjudged you then. Sorry.“

Sure, he whispered it, sure, you could barely hear him say anything but boy did it feel good to have THE Nai Saverem apologizing to you. And just like one of the commenters on the blog said:

„in order to train your dog properly, you first need to assert dominance and show them that you are confident.“

And it seemed like it was finally time to train this dog properly.

[heich0e]

vash wears his signature round-framed glasses every day, and has for all the years you've known him. he's not particularly shy about anything, but he freely admits to having terrible eyesight and an absolutely insane lens prescription to anyone who asks.

nai on the other hand outrightly lies about it.

his eyesight is every bit as bad as his twin's—worse, sometimes, because he gets tension headaches that affect his vision that vash has never suffered. but in contrast to his brother, he wears contact lenses at all times to keep that secret hidden. he doesn't reveal much personal information in the first place, and his frosty demeanour is enough to put anyone off from prying, but you really would swear that someone as perfect as nai has the 20/20 vision that he claims.

except one day, during midterms, you show up unexpectedly at the twins' apartment to drop off a textbook that vash had forgotten at the library the night before in his exhaustion-induced stupor. you have to pass his place on your way to campus anyway, so you stop by to return it to him bright and early—knowing he'll need it in last minute preparation for his test that day.

but it's not vash who answers the door when you come knocking, it's nai. he's more dishevelled than you've ever seen him; in a pair of track pants whose elasticated legs are lopsided—stuck at different points on either side, one resting at his left ankle and the right about a quarter of the way up his calf—and a rumpled t-shirt, his bright blonde hair sticking up on one side. he must have just woken, you realize quickly. it's early in the morning, after all, and he's in the throes of midterms too. premed midterms at that. but you just never quite expected someone like nai to even be capable of being dishevelled, much less succumbing to any sort of academic pressure, seeing as he's always so frighteningly well put-together.

"you're wearing glasses."

any lingering softness of fatigue in nai's expression is immediately replaced by a much more familiar look of ire.

"what do you want?" he snaps, crossing his arms over his chest.

he doesn't take the glasses off, you notice. part of you wonders if it's only because that would be like admitting defeat.

"vash left this at the library yesterday,"—you lift the textbook in your hands, holding it before you like a peace-offering—"i know he needs it for-"

nai snatches the hardcover from your grip before you can even finish your explanation.

"is that all?" he asks you coldly. you know he only bothers to do it—only grits his teeth and bears it—because if there was something else you'd come there for, and he kicked you out before you'd gotten the chance to do or say it, vash would be upset with him later.

you purse your lips in thought as he stares you down from behind the lenses of his glasses—cold blue piercing though the clear glass. after a moment's consideration, you laugh lightly.

"they really suit you," you remark with a smile.

nai slams the door in your face before you can say anything else.

[cherboxishere]

Im not immune to college AUs so I’m having my brainriot

Let me have it