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જ⁀♡⊹｡° what's meant to be will always find a way

( nanase nijiro x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — for my new childhood friends to lovers series :)

♡ word count — 1.9k

♡ content — nanase nijiro x fem! reader, fem! reader, coach's daughter! reader, reader's dad has been nanase's soccer coach basically his whole life, secret relationship, goes from when they're 8 to the U-20 game, let's pretend nanase played a bit in the U-20 game

♡ synopsis — All Nanase Nijirou ever wanted was to prove himself. Not just as a player but as the person who would always be worthy of your love.

Nanase Nijiro met you when he was just eight years old, all knobby knees and a crooked grin that didn’t quite match his quiet personality. Your dad was his little league soccer coach, and from the moment Nanase joined the team, your father’s voice seemed to boom louder whenever Nanase was around.

“This kid’s got potential,” your dad had said once, hands on his hips as he watched Nanase run drills. You were sitting nearby on the sidelines, clipboard balanced on your lap, dutifully helping keep score or jotting down notes like the perfect assistant.

Nanase thought you were intimidating, standing there like a miniature version of your father—sharp-eyed, quiet, and serious. He tried his best to avoid you at first, focusing on impressing the coach instead.

But fate had other plans.

During one particularly intense practice, Nanase tripped over the ball, tumbling hard onto the ground. The sting of scraped knees bit into his skin, and dirt clung to the fresh wounds. He bit back tears, willing himself to get back up before anyone noticed.

“Shake it off, Nanase!” your dad barked from across the field.

Before he could, though, you were already walking toward him, first-aid kit in hand.

“Sit down,” you ordered gently, kneeling beside him.

Nanase froze, unsure of what to say as you cleaned the dirt from his knees with an alcohol wipe. He flinched at the sting but tried to hide it, not wanting to seem weak in front of you.

“It’s not that bad,” he muttered.

You glanced up at him, unimpressed. “Don’t be stupid. You can’t play if you’re bleeding all over the field.”

Your hands worked quickly, applying bright, colorful bandages to his scraped knees. When you finished, you gave him a small smile.

“There. Now you’re good as new.”

Something shifted in that moment. Nanase stared at you, wide-eyed, as if seeing you for the first time. You weren’t as scary as he thought—just kind.

From then on, Nanase couldn’t help but gravitate toward you. During water breaks, he’d wander over to the sidelines, chatting with you about school, soccer, or whatever came to mind. He wasn’t naturally talkative, but around you, the words came easily.

You teased him about his growing habit. “You know, you’re supposed to practice during practice, right?”

“I’m taking a break,” he’d say, grinning sheepishly.

Somewhere between bandaged knees and quiet conversations, a friendship bloomed.

By the time you both reached junior high, you and Nanase were inseparable. He still played under your dad’s coaching, but now the practices were more intense, the stakes higher. Your dad pushed Nanase harder than ever, singling him out during drills and yelling at him to work harder.

“He’s only like this because he believes in you,” you’d remind Nanase after practice when he dragged himself to the bleachers, exhausted.

“I know,” he’d reply, his smile a little strained. “Doesn’t make it easier, though.”

You’d sit together for a while, watching the sunset paint the sky orange and pink. Sometimes, he’d lean over to peek at your notebook, curious about what you were sketching or writing.

“What’s this?” he’d ask, pointing at one of your doodles.

“Nothing important,” you’d say, closing the notebook quickly, but he’d grin, knowing you didn’t actually mind his nosiness.

By the time you both hit your final year of junior high, the lines of friendship had blurred into something more. It wasn’t sudden—more like a slow, inevitable shift. Lingering touches, the way his eyes lingered on you longer than before, the flutter in your chest when he smiled at you.

One evening after practice, while the rest of the team was packing up, Nanase pulled you aside behind the equipment shed.

“I, uh…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

You tilted your head, curious. “What is it?”

“I like you,” he blurted out, his face red as he looked at the ground. “Like, really like you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could overthink it, you leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“I like you too,” you admitted softly, your face just as red as his.

That was how it started—your quiet, secret relationship.

Nanase respected your dad, a lot actually, but what your dad didn’t know was that Nanase had kissed you behind the equipment shed before almost every practice.

High school came with its own challenges. Your dad, still Nanase’s coach, watched him like a hawk.

“If you’re friends with my daughter, that’s fine,” your dad told him one day after practice, his tone firm. “But no dating. Got it?”

Nanase nodded obediently, but behind closed doors, nothing changed. If anything, your relationship only deepened.

One night during a particularly bad storm, you heard a faint tapping at your window. Nervously, you peeked out and saw Nanase standing there, drenched from head to toe.

“What are you doing?!” you whispered harshly as you opened the window, helping him climb inside.

“I figured you’d be scared,” he said, dripping water onto your floor.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as you tossed him a towel. “You’re insane, you know that?”

He changed into the spare clothes you kept hidden for him, and the two of you curled up under your blankets. When the thunder roared, you gripped his arm tightly, and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

By morning, the storm had passed, but the real trouble came when your dad knocked on your door.

“Sweetie?” he called, opening the door before you could answer.

You stood by your closet, your face burning red. “H-Hi, Dad!”

He frowned. “You’re all sweaty. You sick?”

“Nope! Just… couldn’t sleep because of the storm,” you stammered.

He nodded, eyeing you for a moment before leaving. The second the door shut, you opened your closet, and Nanase tumbled out, laughing quietly.

“You gotta go,” you whispered, trying not to laugh yourself.

Nanase grinned, leaning down to kiss you. “I love you. See you at school.”

When the Blue Lock letter arrived, you were sitting on Nanase’s bed, textbooks spread out as you studied together.

He opened the envelope, his eyes widening as he read the words.

“What is it?” you asked, sitting up straighter.

He handed you the letter, and your jaw dropped. “Nanase, this is amazing!”

But he didn’t look as thrilled as you expected.

“What about you?” he asked quietly. “I don’t want to leave you.”

Your excitement faltered as the reality hit you. If he went, things would change.

“Oh,” you murmured.

“I won’t go if you don’t want me to,” he said quickly, his voice filled with worry.

You shook your head, forcing a smile. “Don’t be stupid. This is your dream.”

“It’s not worth it if I lose you,” he whispered, his fingers brushing yours.

“You won’t,” you promised, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Blue Lock was unlike anything Nanase had ever experienced. The training was brutal, the pressure relentless, and the competition cutthroat. Yet, through all of it, he never took off the bracelet you made for him before he left—a simple cord with your favorite colors braided together.

At first, no one noticed it. But one day in the locker room, one of his teammates, a tall striker with a loud mouth and a knack for teasing, spotted it while Nanase was getting changed.

“Yo, Nanase,” the striker said, pointing at his wrist. “What’s with the bracelet? Got a girlfriend or something?”

Nanase froze for a moment, caught off guard. “Uh…”

The striker grinned, sensing an opportunity. “Oh, you do have a girlfriend. What, did she make that for you? That’s cute.”

Nanase turned red, instinctively pulling his wrist close to his chest. “It’s none of your business,” he mumbled.

But the striker wasn’t letting up. “Come on, man. Don’t be shy. What’s the deal? Is it like a good luck charm or something?”

Nanase tried to ignore him, but the teasing continued. Finally, something snapped.

“Yeah, she made it for me,” Nanase said, his voice louder than usual. “She spent hours on it, making sure it was perfect, even though I told her she didn’t have to. She’s the most supportive person I’ve ever known. She’s been there for me since we were kids—every practice, every game, cheering me on, even when I didn’t believe in myself. This bracelet reminds me of her and everything I’m fighting for here. So yeah, it’s important to me. You got a problem with that?”

The locker room went silent.

The striker blinked, stunned by the outburst, before muttering, “Damn, man. I wish I hadn’t asked.”

Nanase sighed, his face burning, but he didn’t regret a single word. Later that night, as he lay in his bunk, he twisted the bracelet around his wrist, a small smile tugging at his lips. Thinking of you gave him strength.

The U-20 match was the biggest stage Nanase had ever stepped onto. The stadium lights burned bright, illuminating the field where some of the best players in the country were battling it out. Nanase’s heart raced as he stood on the sidelines, watching the chaos unfold.

He didn’t get much playing time, and deep down, he felt a pang of disappointment. He wanted to prove himself—not just to the world but to you, the one who had always believed in him.

When the coach finally called his name, his pulse quickened. He stepped onto the field, taking his position.

The match was intense, every second a blur of movement, strategy, and noise. Nanase didn’t score a goal, but he played his heart out, assisting a crucial pass that led to one. The crowd roared, and though it wasn’t his name they were chanting, he felt a surge of pride.

When the final whistle blew, signaling Blue Lock’s victory, he stood on the field, chest heaving as the adrenaline slowly faded.

And then he saw you.

You were running onto the field, weaving through the crowd of players until you reached him. Without a second thought, you threw your arms around him, holding him tightly.

“You were amazing,” you said, your voice filled with pride.

Nanase hesitated. “I didn’t do much,” he said quietly, his eyes downcast. “I wasn’t even on the field for most of it.”

You pulled back, your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. “Don’t say that. You made a difference. You played your heart out. That’s what matters.”

He smiled, a little sheepishly, but his chest felt lighter.

“Nanase.”

The sound of your dad’s voice made both of you freeze. You turned, seeing him standing a few feet away, his expression unreadable.

“Sir,” Nanase said quickly, stepping back from you. “I’m glad you came.”

Your dad didn’t say anything at first, just stared at the two of you. Finally, he spoke. “I’m not stupid, boy.”

Nanase swallowed hard.

“But,” your dad continued, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “you’ve made me proud today. Just don’t forget what I said—don’t hurt her.”

Nanase nodded quickly, relief flooding his face. “I won’t. I promise.”

Your dad gave a short nod before walking away, leaving the two of you standing there.

Nanase turned to you, his hand finding yours. “Did that just happen?”

You laughed, squeezing his hand. “I think he’s finally on your side.”

Nanase smiled, his heart swelling with gratitude and love. He might not have been the star of the match, but to you—and now, apparently, to your dad—he was more than enough.

As you walked off the field together, the stadium lights casting long shadows, Nanase tightened his grip on your hand, silently vowing to keep proving himself—not just as a player but as the person who would always be worthy of your love.

idc if he's underrated, i will write for him til the cows come home

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yyoshiida · 2 months ago

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Woahza !!

જ⁀♡⊹｡° every move is magic

♡ a/n — this is probably one of the longest things i've written lol. it's only bc it's yuki i swear.

♡ word count — 2.3k

♡ content — yukimiya kenyu x fem! reader, fem! reader, model! reader, childhood best friends, friends to lovers, mutual pining, goes from like kindergarten all the way to the u-20 game, mentions of yuki modeling, decided reader needed to be a model too, reader is shy and reserved as a kid, i made yukimiya one of those gremlin kids

♡ synopsis — Even if the world could never keep up with Yukimiya Kenyu, you’d always be grateful that he’d chosen to stay by your side.

The first time you met Yukimiya Kenyu, you were sitting on the edge of the playground, quietly watching the other kids play. You didn’t join them—not because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t figure out how. It was easier to sit by yourself, even if it meant being lonely.

Then he appeared, a blur of energy and determination. While the other kids were too slow to keep up with him, Yukimiya’s restless nature had finally found something that caught his attention: you.

“Why aren’t you playing?” he asked, tilting his head as if the idea was incomprehensible.

You shrugged, unsure what to say other than, “I don’t know how to play the games they’re playing.”

He blinked at you, his head tilting like he was trying to figure you out. “That’s dumb.”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness, and he quickly added, “Not you! The games. They’re boring. Wanna play something else?”

“What?”

“I don’t know. Something fun,” he said with a grin. “We’ll figure it out.”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, instead grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the sandbox. From then on, he never left your side. While he was still a whirlwind of energy, he always made sure to include you, even if it meant slowing down.

“You’re my best friend now, okay?” he declared one afternoon after you’d spent hours building an intricate sandcastle together.

“Okay,” you agreed, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

From that moment on, Yukimiya became your shadow, and you became his anchor. While he zoomed around the playground like a whirlwind, he always circled back to you. And when you sat quietly coloring, he sat next to you, fidgeting but staying put.

He slowed down for you.

Yukimiya’s talent for soccer became apparent early on. By the time you reached the third grade, he was already being called a prodigy. Coaches marveled at his footwork, his speed, his ability to outplay anyone who dared to challenge him.

You watched every game from the sidelines, cheering louder than anyone else. He always made sure to find you in the crowd afterward, his grin wide as he asked, “Did you see that? Did you see how I scored?”

“You were amazing, Yuki,” you’d say every time, and he’d beam like your words mattered more than anyone else’s.

But as his talent grew, your insecurities began to as well. You weren’t particularly athletic, or artistic, or academically gifted. While Yukimiya excelled at everything he tried, you felt like you were just… there.

You were proud of him, of course, but a small part of you always felt like you were standing in his shadow. Everyone noticed him. Everyone praised him. Meanwhile, you were… you.

“You’re thinking too hard again,” Yukimiya said one day, lying flat on the grass beside you after practice. His bangs stuck to his forehead, sweat glistening under the sun. “What is it?”

Your mother had always said that Yukimiya had "great emotional intelligence" for a 3rd grader.

You didn't know what that meant, but you thought so too.

You hesitated before mumbling, “I don’t think I’ll ever be as good at something as you are at soccer.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, frowning. “That’s stupid. You're good at being my best friend." The way he said it, with so much conviction would've made you laugh if his face didn't look so serious.

"You don’t have to be ‘good’ at anything for me to like having you around.” He mumbled, just a quick little add on.

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in a way you didn’t understand.

By the time you both entered middle school, Yukimiya’s popularity had skyrocketed. Girls giggled and blushed whenever he walked by, and boys challenged him to soccer matches, hoping to prove themselves.

At first, it didn’t bother you. Yukimiya was still the same boy who ran to your side after every game, who walked you home even when he was exhausted, who always made time for you no matter how busy he was.

But then the love letters started.

“Another one?” you asked one afternoon as he stuffed a folded note into his bag.

“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly, not even bothering to read it.

“Don’t you care what they say?”

“Not really.”

You frowned, not understanding how he could be so unaffected. “What if it’s someone you like?”

“Nah. I don’t feel that way about anyone.” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “Besides, why would I need another girl when I already have you?”

The casual way he said it made your heart skip a beat, but you brushed it off as a joke. He couldn’t possibly mean it… could he?

No. You were best friends, he just didn't need another girl in his life right now. You were only in middle school, dating was the last of your worries.

But what would happen when a girl he did like gave him a letter? What would happen to you?

Your friendship with Yukimiya had always been effortless. He was the first person you turned to for help with anything—homework, outfit choices, or just figuring out life’s little mysteries. And he was the same with you.

You’d spent countless afternoons in his room, sprawled out on his bed while he juggled a soccer ball, the steady rhythm of it hitting the wall almost comforting.

This time was no different. You’d come over for a “study session,” but neither of you had cracked open a textbook. Yukimiya was sitting on the floor, bouncing the ball off the wall with practiced ease, while you lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Yuki,” you said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” he replied, not looking up from his game.

“Do you think we stop each other from learning?”

The ball thudded against the wall again before he caught it, turning to look at you with a confused smile. “What do you mean? You’re here for a study session, silly.”

“No, not that,” you said, sitting up and hugging your knees to your chest. “I mean… learning how to kiss someone. Or how to go on dates. Stuff like that.”

His smile faltered, and he stared at you, the soccer ball forgotten in his hands. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice soft. “It’s just… we’re always together. And I love that, I do. But what if we’re keeping each other from… I don’t know, growing up or something?”

Yukimiya’s brows furrowed as he thought about your words. He stood, tossing the ball onto his desk and sitting beside you on the bed. “So… you want to learn how to kiss someone?”

“I guess,” you said, feeling your face heat up. “Don’t you?”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands. “I’ve thought about it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ve never… y’know…”

You nodded, the awkward silence stretching between you. And then, to your surprise, Yukimiya looked up at you with a small, nervous smile.

“Maybe… we could help each other,” he suggested, his voice trembling slightly.

Your breath caught in your throat. “You mean…”

“We’re best friends, right?” he said quickly, as if trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s not weird if it’s just to… learn. Right?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. But the way he looked at you—hopeful, nervous, and maybe a little excited—made you nod. “Okay,” you whispered.

His hand reached for yours, his palm warm and slightly clammy, if he was any other guy, you'd have been grossed out. But he was Yuki, your Yuki, nothing about him was gross.

He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away. But you didn’t. When his lips finally pressed against yours, it was soft and tentative, like he was afraid of doing it wrong.

It didn’t take long for the awkwardness to melt away. What started as a simple kiss turned into something deeper, something neither of you had planned.

His hands found your waist, yours tangled in his hair, and before you knew it, the lines between friendship and something more had blurred entirely.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your cheeks flushed. Yukimiya looked at you with wide eyes, his glasses slightly fogged, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“Did we just…” you began, trailing off.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely audible.

Neither of you knew what to say after that, so you didn’t say anything at all. Instead, you lay back on his bed, your hands still intertwined as the silence settled over you like a blanket.

Both you and Yukimiya were scouted for modeling—him for his sharp, athletic looks, and you for your natural, understated charm. And maybe because Yukimiya dragged you to every meeting because he "couldn't do it alone."

He could, by the way, but he didn't want to be without you longer than neccessary.

But you were always so thankful to him, the industry was intimidating, but having him by your side made it bearable.

“You’ve got crumbs,” Yukimiya teased one morning during a shoot, brushing powdered sugar off your cheek from the donut you’d been eating.

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, wiping coffee foam from his lip. Lips you'd kissed far too often to be considered 'just friends' anymore...but all you were doing was helping each other release energy.

It was Yuki, your Yuki, nothing was weird whenever you were with him.

The photographer snapped a picture of you two mid-laugh, and it became one of your favorite memories—a candid moment that felt more real than anything else.

When Yukimiya was invited to Blue Lock, you encouraged him to go, even though the thought of being apart made your chest ache.

“Don’t forget about me,” you joked, forcing a smile as you handed him his bus ticket.

“Never,” he promised, his voice low and serious.

You couldn't put a finger on why your heart was screaming at you to make him stay when he leaned down to give you one last kiss while your parents backs were turned.

If this wasn't his dream, maybe you would have.

Leaving for Blue Lock was the hardest decision Yukimiya ever made. He hated the thought of being away from you, but he knew he had to take the chance if he wanted to achieve his dream.

He worked tirelessly, determined to prove himself and earn his way back to the real world—not for glory, but so he could call you.

The day he scored enough goals to get his phone back, the first thing he did was call you.

“Yuki?” Your voice on the other end of the line made his heart ache with relief.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you admitted, your voice thick with emotion.

His teammates teased him mercilessly when they saw his lock screen: a picture of the two of you in matching robes, laughing over coffee and donuts.

“Who’s that?” Karasu asked, leaning over his shoulder.

“My best friend,” Yukimiya replied, his tone too soft for the teasing that followed.

“Just a ‘best friend,’ huh?” Karasu smirked. “Sure doesn’t look that way to me.”

He ignored the crow-like boy the rest of the night, but the truth was, Karasu was right. You weren’t just his best friend. You were his everything.

The roar of the crowd still echoed in the stadium as Yukimiya scanned the field, his gaze darting between his teammates and the celebrating fans. But then he spotted you. Standing at the edge of the field, looking up at him with that same smile he’d seen a thousand times before—on playgrounds, in his room, and through the screen of his phone.

Without a second thought, he ran to you, dodging past reporters and teammates. Before you could say a word, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you in a circle. The world blurred around you, and all you could focus on was the way his laughter vibrated against your chest and the warmth of his embrace.

When he set you down, you barely had time to catch your breath before he cupped your face in his hands, his forehead resting against yours. “I think…” he began, his voice trembling. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Your breath hitched, and before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft and sure, as if he’d been waiting his entire life to do this. The noise of the stadium faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

“Oh, is this the best friend?” Otoya's voice cut through the moment, and you pulled away, cheeks burning as you turned to see him smirking, Karasu snickering beside him.

“ ‘Best friend’ my ass,” Karasu added, crossing his arms and shaking his head in mock disappointment.

Yukimiya’s ears turned bright red, but he didn’t let go of you. Instead, he shot Karasu a glare before looking back at you, his gaze softening. “They can say whatever they want,” he murmured, his voice just loud enough for you to hear before he leaned down one more time to kiss you again.

You couldn’t help but think back to when you were kids, when Yukimiya’s speed and energy left everyone else in the dust. You’d always been the shy one, the one who struggled to keep up. But Yukimiya had never minded.

He’d slowed down for you, waited for you, and in doing so, made you feel like you were the only one who could ever truly match him. And now, standing here in his arms, you realized that he’d never stopped waiting.

Even if the world could never keep up with Yukimiya Kenyu, you’d always be grateful that he’d chosen to stay by your side.

yeah i chose yuki for this bc im bias, so what ?

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yyoshiida · 2 months ago

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Okay so what if figure skater!Gojo fic (or drawing) cuz yeah

At least make it normal/cute/platonic and not sum filthy-no-plot-with-overused-filthy-hentai-banners smut💔

Gojo Satoru and his loooooong flexible legs talks you exactly through how to bend your own to his every will.

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yyoshiida · 2 months ago

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ever since i learned that kiyoomi canonically likes dogs, my brain has been on overdrive. so, here's another blurb to feed into my brainrot.

omi always has treats on him so he could feed the dogs he passes by on the streets. he could be on his daily run and he'll still have a tiny bag of treats in his running waist pack.

if he can, he'll literally stop walking to give pets to the dogs he meets but if not, he always makes sure to wave at them.

omi's very sociable with dogs but that doesn't translate well into human interactions so when he's at the park and he sees a dog he wants to pet, he stares at the dog until the owner eventually notices the 6'3 well-built man seemingly glowering from the distance and hesitantly offers him to pet their dog.

junior high omi who began working as a dog sitter and dog walker when the elderly couple in the house beside his couldn't walk their sweet rottie on enough walks anymore because of their old age.

omi who started volunteering in dog shelters after that and transitioned into periodically donating large sums of money instead when he went pro and his schedule got too busy.

omi who lets the big old family dog bulldoze him to the floor and plop on top of him whenever he visits home. he hugs the dog to his chest and often jokingly thinks to himself, "what a good way to go out."

omi who brings the old dog around when he's doing errands and the general public just see this intimidating man with a perpetual scowl baby carrying the dog when it gets too scared to ride the escalator.

college omi who had to move out and live in the dorms but only stayed for literally a week at most when he learned they didn't allow dogs there. he pouts to his mom about this and she just shakes her head, giggling out a "you're just like your father" before eventually helping him find an apartment that does allow dog. (he adopts an old pittie immediately after)

(a tiny blind goldie pup joins them a few months later)

omi is nowhere near unpopular in college (i mean how can he be when he looks like *gestures wildly at him* that) so he gets invited out a lot to hangout and for the most part, he relents and goes but on the days where his dogs get clingy with him, he doesn't hesitate to cancel plans with a single "my dog needs me. next time." text. they always think he's making up excuses but unbeknownst to them, omi is trapped to the bed by two pups sleeping on top of him.

young omi who cried when the pups from their family dog had to be given away. he cuddled them to sleep the night before they were leaving.

omi whose aura doesn't deter dogs from jumping up on him and the poor owners have to scramble to apologize and pull the dog away because of the fear they'll get cussed out. omi always leaves them in awe when he chuckles softly and says it's alright and sneaks a treat to their dog.

omi isn't big on messaging the msby group chat, preferring to mute them. but he does send captionless photos of his dogs randomly. the first time it happens, they're all so shocked. meian asks "did you mean to send that, sakusa?" and omi only replies with a photo of himself with his dogs napping on his chest and a short "yes." suffice to say, everyone now looks forward to omi's messages.

omi's love for dogs doesn't go unnoticed by the fanbase and this prompts them to tag him on social media with videos and photos of their own dogs. they soon learn that it's a very effective way of getting his attention because he always tries to like all of them. it's his favorite thing to do when he catches a break while travelling for an away game.

when interviewers catch wind of this, omi shares that when he retires he hopes to start taking in dying and old dogs who were left in the pound or dog shelter just so they could experience a loving home before they die.

so touched by omi's words, their fanbase started doing fundraising activities. when he finds out about this he absolutely does not shed a few tears. he often donates to these fundraisers as well on top of his own personal donations to animal shelters.

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #DOG LOVER SAKUSA DOG LOVER SAKUSA I REPEAT DOG LOVER SAKUSA

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yyoshiida · 2 months ago

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I can imagine sakusa being such a fun little dad. He has cute patterned Sanrio plasters for little accidents. He keeps a small ouch full of ‘little me essentials’. He takes his kid to the coolest places and has an Instagram page just full of his kids outfits, that he picks out, sometimes they match (they have matching Ryan bear sweaters). He always matches their shoes :( and he makes his kid the cutest lunches with little anpanman rice balls :(

And after a match his kid would play with his msby uncles until sakusa is out of the shower ready to swoop his baby home for cuddles :( he’s so precious and attentive, he also loves giving his kid a bubble bath and never fails to snap a picture of his kid with Santa Claus’s bubble beard. He keeps a nice little reading corner, full of plushies, he sinks into them with his kid on his lap, reads a soft story to sleep. And when you walk into the room you see them both asleep in the reading corner, sakusa holding your child like precious merchandise

Also sakusa’s kid doesn’t like the msby mascot as much as they like bulbasaur, at first sakusa felt defeated. He tired to convince his child everyday how cute their mascot is buy bringing home so many plushies and keyrings, each time his child would ask for bulbasaur. Soon, sakusa gave up and that is why you see his gym bag have a tiny cute bulbasaur plush attached to the zipper. Unlike the rest of his team who have the mascot, he smiles at the way he can differentiate his bag from theirs, mentally thanking his kid for liking bulbasaur.

I sob 🫶

#haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #msby x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #i melted #🫶🫶🫶

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LOVE IS A GENTLE THING . ۫ ꣑ৎ . things they love about you.

(˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) warnings. fluff、angst、hurt/comfort、gn!reader、overthinking、insecurities、suggestive if you squint on wukongs、mild ooc!wukong、ao lie is a bit short、established relationship、fell-hard boys ໒ ᩧ꒱characters. macaque, aolie, nezha, wukong. 1.2k wc

MACAQUE loves your loyalty.

now, Macaque genuinely loves every quality of you. There is no words nor anything to express how eternally grateful he is for you, how you gave him a try, giving the spark in his eyes back. Without a doubt his feelings run deep.

to be precise, if he has to be specific about one; LOYALTY is the first things on his mind.

Because of his rough history and past, Macaque has developed many barriers mentally. He faced a betrayal from a certain someone that still left a scar on him, It would be an understatement to say he does have trust issues and even to say he doesn’t see himself in a relationship, having something so… vulnerable, with someone.

That was before he met you, at least. he had years to build those walls up only for you to bypass them, and he allows it. he allows it.

He enjoyed it even, he felt so free and feather-light, the overthinking and doubtful thoughts all vanished. Because he trusts you. The unwavering loyalty you are giving him brings him a tingly feeling in his stomach, adoration.

The disloyalty and betrayals from the past left his heart in a racing conflict. Your determination of your character to assure him that you’ll never leave or choose anyone over him, and it never faltering brings him to believe he thinks he’s dreaming. That you’re dreamy.

at first, it took awhile to have him open to you, if he catches himself doing it, he honestly feels so heavy in his chest he would probably do anything to just get away from you before he thinks he’ll get more hurt than he already is. he has a feeling to just, cry. he’s just so tired.

It’s not often he would usually admit this, or ever, but there’s a glint in his eyes (if you look close enough) and blush clustered on his cheeks when you voice being faithful with him; even in small moments.

you being communicative is a plus too, he really needs communication, even if he’s shit at it himself. The relationship would really cease if you both are bad at communicating so.

by thus, you’re a really significant person in his life. he wouldn’t dare have anyone or anything take you away from him, and you reciprocated this too.

AO LIE loves your patience and energy

Ao lie is overly clumsy with things, so if your PATIENT with him, he’s relieved honestly.

not canon but i imagine him having somewhat of a harsh and bitter past so he gets pressured a lot. so, you being patient with him gets a weight lift off his chest basically.

also you being ENERGETIC kinda gives him a boost and like encouragement, you know? and then gets all motivated with you which you think is cute

also you both are literally that one meme “HE SAID NO PICKLES!” and he’s all like melting himself on the chair beside you looking down in humiliation

he gets flustered easily when around you, because he gets scared that he’s gonna embarrass himself in front of you ( Despite him already doing that in multiple occasions. ) and you really don’t care if he falls over in front of you or maybe you laugh at him idk

NEZHA loves your kindness

either you’re kind to him or others, even in small or major situations; he admires it, he admires you. something simple as that can make him have that fuzzy feeling. the way you gently tend his wounds while sweetly saying praises for his work and efforts or softly scolding him for being more careless of his safety, putting his duty above his safety.

it’s honestly the simple thing such as KINDNESS can bring nezha to be lovesick. actions or words he’s astonished how genuinely kind someone can be.

whether you can fight for yourself or not, he has a strong vow to protect you. he knows how cruel the world and how twisted people can really be, he has a fear that they’ll target you somehow.

he developed a protective nature, he’s not possessive per say, he just wants you protected. not extremely protective either, he knows limits and when to step in.

though if you can fight for yourself, surely, he lets his guard down only a little. he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t think you can defend yourself or you’re weak.

is a little unsettled if you’re friends with wukong, it’s obvious he isn’t sure what to feel about the guy. wukong betrayed nezha before, and is cautious if he’ll do the same to you. if you’d reassure him; he’ll feel better and mentally slaps himself.

(wukong defiantly noticed and mocks nezha about this)

but he truly treasures you and your kind soul, seeing how strong-hearted you are made him impossibly more in-love with you. the little gestures you do on autopilot that others wouldn’t consider doing, or the kind words you speak thats soft-spoken and feel like they run deeper than anything.

WUKONG loves your matching energy and empathy

theres obviously a majority of people who get annoyed and agitated at wukong, he’s slightly off-put when you MATCH HIS ENERGY or surprised even, but that goes a second it comes.

before you two were even together, he may not act or look like it but he still has his guard high, despite for his attitude he keeps a lot of people at arm length. wukong seeing you match his energy and even having that same mischief in your eyes too get you both along well.

most weren’t even surprised at the outcome with your relationship, at-most it’s certainly expected to happen. maybe some even thought you were together before. even so, you two were like two peas in a pod, a match made in heaven.

you two were certainly a power couple, much to some people’s dismay and unimpressed-ness. you both were practically inseparable.

I expect you to be strong in some way, if you are, wukong lives for seeing you fight; it makes him feel a type of way, you can decipher what that would mean.

he feels blessed honestly, there’s a small chance of you not catching up with him in a relationship or getting tired or bored of him, which he’s secretly insecure of and wouldn’t admit it, soberly.

if your attentive, you catch on sooner or later about this and he hates it. wukong usually runs away from his problems than face them and if he crumbles too much in front of you, he feels like he’ll make a rash decision and he’ll make you leave like others have also.

there’s only so little people that can make out wukong and that side of him, you can may or may not EMPATHIZE with him. assuring him, that you will not leave him and no matter how tempting to leave or difficult he gets, that promise will always linger within you both.

wukong makes many mistakes, but he sure as hell wouldn’t make one that would loose you, maybe you’ve seen too much of him, but you have empathy. empathy for wukong is something he never really felt before, being understood despite his history and action, how easily you decipher because you emphasize with him. it warms him like no other fire that would keep him warm, how how he cherishes the feeling. how his heavy heart always having conflicts finally feel calm, calm even for a moment of being understood.

#lego monkie kid x reader #YAY LMK CONTENT

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I think I got diabetes type 1 from reading this

Sakura Haruka's Weather Contact

Synopsis: You're from Sakura's hometown, and though he wasn't your friend when he lived there - you tried really hard to be. When you both got cell phones you knew he wouldn't just give you his number, or accept yours... so you lied, and offered to put the "weather" contact in his phone for him. You've been texting him the weather forecast everyday for about 3 years now. WC: ~7.1k TW: nothing but fluff

Around 5th grade your dad was stationed in Japan, which meant that you were the new kid again. Honestly, it was pretty rough to move to a completely new country, learn a new language, customs, etc… But, surprisingly the town you moved to wasn’t so horrible - to you. A young boy by the name of Sakura Haruka got the brunt of the abuse from just about everyone in town. Though he had an interesting look - split black and white locks with one gray and one amber eye - you didn’t quite understand why everyone was so cruel to him.

Of course you tried to make friends with him despite everyone in your class warning you not to, and at first you thought they might be right since he immediately snapped at you to leave him alone. Unfortunately for him, Pollyanna had been your comfort movie that year, so you just kept trying. For the entire year.

By 6th grade, you had finally pestered him into at least speaking to you. Alas, he wouldn’t admit the two of you were friends, but he had started sitting with you during lunch hour even if he didn’t talk to you much. A few months into the school year he would respond to your hellos and smiles in the hallways with a deep blush and a gruff hey. Halfway through the year he got a cellphone, which was when he finally spoke to you freely.

“Oh cool! Did you get a cellphone Sakura?” Chirping from where you stood behind him sitting on the bench in front of you. Whipping around with a notch in his brown, and a deep red already burning the tips of his ears - his fists slightly raised for a fight.

“Do-don’t sneak up on me like that!” He snapped while swiftly pocketing his phone. Stifling a giggle, you came around to sit next to him on the bench, to which he immediately stiffened by your proximity.

“Do you know how to use it?” Raising the question in a voice an octave higher than your normal pitch. Sakura muttered something you couldn’t quite catch in return and refused to meet your gaze. Shrugging lightly, you pulled out the phone you just got for Christmas.

“I just got this one, but I’m still learning how it works,” laughing lightly at yourself as you held the pastel pink piece of plastic out in front of you.

“That’s the only pink thing I’ve ever seen you have,” Sakura responded pointedly, throwing an incredulous look at the device. Immediately you threw your head back, releasing boisterous laughter to Sakura's surprise.

“My mom said the same thing when I opened it,” you replied while wiping the tears from your eyes. “My dad got it for me, but he hasn’t figured out that I got out of my ‘everything pink’ phase in like 3rd grade,” informing him on the color as you studied the grooves of the pink folding into the blackened screen. “I still like it though,” adding gingerly while folding your hands into your lap.

“That’s fair,” Sakura mumbled awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t strike me as an ‘everything pink’ person, but you’re also not a ‘no pink’ kind of person either,” he spoke slowly - piecing the thought together as the words left his mouth. Tittering faintly at his awkwardness, you bobbed your head in agreement.

“I think so too,” you spoke softly with a wistful smile. Then you did something you didn’t usually do - you lied. “So, um, did you get the Weather Contact on your phone?” You inquired with a curious tilt of your head. A notch formed in his brow as he cocked his head at you.

“I-I don’t think so,” he tentatively pulled his phone back out, “I don’t know how to check.” He admitted shamefully as he held his phone out to you. Smiling brightly, you took it and immediately navigated to the contact list.

“Oh no, you didn’t!” Sakura jumped a little at your exclamation as he leaned closer to peer over your shoulder at the little illuminated screen. “It’s okay, mine didn’t either, my mom had to add it. Everyone’s phone is supposed to come with one so you can text it for the weather and it’ll send you the daily forecast!” You explained quickly as you typed in your phone number under the contact name ‘Weather’. Once you were done, you handed his phone back with a big grin, and Sakura - for once - uttered a low ‘thank you’.

Like clockwork, the next morning Sakura texted you for the weather. Your hands trembled as you swiftly searched for the forecast, and then you quickly texted him back, “Partially sunny. High of 70, low of 58. 30% humidity with a chance of light rain in the evening. Bring a light jacket!”

Of course, you never told him in case he would suddenly stop texting you, or hate you for lying to him. All the while you and Sakura got closer bit by bit, never enough for him to call you his friend, but enough for him to tell you about the homework when you were absent; or remind you of a test coming up; or telling you when the Konbini restocked on your favorite snacks; or walking you home when your clubs ran late.

Close enough that he told you when he was moving to Furin. Only you. Though you were thrilled for him to get away from such a horrible place, you were also a little heartbroken to see your friend leave.

A lot of that heartbreak was quelled the first day after he moved when you received his text for the weather. Without missing a beat, you looked up the weather for Furin and sent it to him. You usually never got a response, and this time was no different, but it was nice to still have some connection to him.

As the year progressed, rumors of a 1st year Furin student was getting all the way to your town, and you immediately knew it was Sakura. Especially after they spoke of his fighting prowess. Eventually, scrolling instagram one day, you saw a post from Kiryu Mitsuki that showed a familiar head of two toned hair in the far corner of the photo.

Like a stalker, you immediately followed him, and Kiryu instantly perused your profile since he saw you're from Sakura’s hometown. On the surface you seemed kind enough, so he followed you back. Then, several weeks passed of you checking his posts for Sakura anytime he made an update. Of course, you didn’t get anything, but fortunately Sakura did.

He, Kiryu, Suo, Nirei and Tsuguera were chilling in the wrestling themed restaurant in Furin when Kiryu got a notification that you made a new post. When he opened his phone to reveal a bright, sunny photo of you with your parents under a spray of cherry blossoms, Sakura choked on his drink.

“Do you know Y/N?�� He demanded immediately, to which Kiryu jumped and shook his head at the 1st year captain. Tension emanated from the table as they, mostly Kiryu, waited to see what Sakura would divulge about you. Kiryu’s nerves strung the tightest out of fear that you weren't as kind as your profile led him to believe.

“She just followed me one day, so I followed her back,” Kiryu explained calmly as he pulled up your profile to show Sakura. Gingerly he took his friend’s phone and scrolled through your posts about traveling, volunteering, and most notably of late - running. It looked like you were becoming a track and field prodigy from team and trophy photos.

“She looks like she’s doing well,” Sakura finally concluded as he handed the phone back to Kiryu to find all of his friends staring at him intensely. A blush crept up his forehead as he blurted out a gruff, “what?”

“I think we’re all wondering who Y/N is?” Suo responded with a serene smile while Nirei nodded vehemently at his two toned captain - notebook and pen at the ready. Then with an arch of his brow, he added, “a friend perhaps?”

Sakura sputtered on his drink, grabbing his napkin roughly to wipe his mouth before glaring at Suo. Then an unsure look came over his face while he struggled to find the right words. “We never said we were friends, but Y/N was really cool,” was all he offered with a shrug - ears burning at the tips.

The rest of his friends let it go - for now. On the down-low Kiryu messaged you and asked if you would be interested in paying Sakura a visit, and though you wished you had - you didn’t play it cool for a second. Less than a minute after he messaged you, his phone chimed with an emphatic yes! And so, the plan was set for you to come to Furin and pay Sakura a surprise visit, while his friends put together a Furin tour for their two toned captain to take you on.

About a week later you hopped on the train for the day trip to Furin. Though it wasn’t an area you were familiar with, it was certainly welcoming when you turned onto the main strip and were immediately met with smiling shopkeepers. They waved and offered their greetings as you passed, and you smiled brightly in return.

Once you got about halfway down the street though, some shopkeepers were quickly moving inside and shutting their doors - you were a little taken aback since peak hours would be starting soon. But then you heard a terrible clash of metal on pavement as you ventured a little closer, passerbyers swiftly skirting around you - carrying groceries or dragging children to a safe area. When the majority of them had cleared, you saw a crowd of men in leather jackets fighting high schoolers dressed in black and green uniforms.

You were shocked to say the least, but then you spied a familiar mop of two toned hair in the thick of the mob so you stepped to the side until the scuffle resolved. Intrigue didn’t quite cover everything you felt as you watched not just Sakura, but a slew of guys all wearing the same uniform landing kicks, punches and some fully grabbing members of the mob and throwing them to the other end of the street.

As Sakura grabbed one blonde brute who had been going off at the mouth while wildly swinging his bat, and tossed him towards the alleyway several feet away, he finally spied you and stopped dead in his tracks. Immediately you flashed him your brightest smile, and just as quickly his face turned beet red while he processed your presence. Suddenly, one of the incapacitated attackers rose up behind Sakura with a bat poised to swing down on his head. You had to stop yourself from lunging forward and frantically pointed behind him instead.

"Ahh-uhh, Sakura - behind you!” the shout barely passed your lips before the bat began its downward descent. Luckily Sakura was faster as he spun, his foot landing on the guy’s jaw and sending him flying away. “Nice job! You can kick a lot higher now,” you commented as he spun back around to find you grinning proudly at him. Still mute, all he could do was blush and stare at you in utter disbelief until Kiryu finally came over to officially introduce himself.

Sakura watched in complete silence as Kiryu spoke to you as if he knew you, and then introduced you to all of their friends. How you laughed and talked so casually, so comfortably with them, and yet he couldn’t even say a simple ‘hello’. Even as introductions finished and you all turned to him in unison, all he could was stare dumbstruck - anxiety filling his lungs and stilling his heart.

After a moment of awkward silence, you spoke to the bewildered first year, “I wanted to come see how you're doing... I hope that's okay?"

In true Sakura-style, the ruddy blush overtook his face, neck and ears before he looked like he was about to snap, but then he shoved his fists in his pockets before averting his gaze and muttering, "yeah, that's fine."

Kiryu and the others watched your reaction to Sakura’s standoffish nature so closely it was obvious to anyone passing by, but you just beamed back at him. Then, with all the gumption of an iconic teen girl - you rapid fired questions at him.

“So, Sakura - how’s the new town? Do you like it? And how’s Furin? Also was that, like, a team fight? Oh, are you on a team now??” Quizzing him in one breath as you bounced on the balls of your feet, as Kiryu and the other’s looked on in horror - knowing this was far too much for Sakura. Who, like clockwork, looked beyond tomato red as he physically took a step back from your onslaught of questions, but after a moment he released a sigh and responded. Not even snapped, but actually responded.

“The new town is ni-nice - I like it, and Furin’s goo-good.” He spoke out of the side of his mouth while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, it was a… team fight - I’m a part of Bofurin now,” his voice sounded strained as he divulged the tidbits of information while your smile only grew. Kiryu and the others glanced between the two of you, completely astonished as to how you got Sakura to answer without barking from overwhelm.

“Haha that’s good to hear,” you chuckled lightly, and then waved your hand at Sakura apologetically. “Sorry for the interrogation - you’re as kind as you’ve always been,” you offered cheerily. Sakura just rolled his eyes lightheartedly, his blush lessened to a light dusting of pink.

As you strolled down the rest of main street with Sakura and the others, he couldn’t help the nostalgic feeling he got from your questioning earlier. Something you would often do, because you knew it flustered him, and yet he would always suck it up and answer you honestly. Or how now, you were inquiring about anything and everything to do with Sakura and his friends in that same curiously disarming way.

First they took you by Furin to show you the school - you had about a million questions about the graffiti and the tree growing out of the roof. Sakura was the one who actually spoke first, informing you about Umemiya’s rooftop garden. Then, he answered your inquiries about who Umemiya is - by the time you all were walking away you had learned about the hierarchy of Bofurin. Of course you noticed the way they all seemed to hold the leaders of their school in high regards, but what surprised you is that Sakura did too.

After the school, they showed you the typical routes they patrol around town, telling you about the different shops and elders who lived there. To your shock and delight, you saw that a lot of the town was ecstatic to see Sakura, tell him hello, as well as offer him treats. Though he still blushed at all the attention, you could tell he was trying to accept it in his own way.

At one point, an older woman by the name of ‘Granny Sato’ came by and complained about her hip at length, and asked Sakura for a piggyback ride to the cafe nearby. You had to stifle your giggles when your former classmate shot her a glare, but still kneeled down and lifted her onto his back with ease. Granny Sato was kind, maybe a little brash, but overall funny. She quizzed you about yourself, where you came from and how you know Sakura - all of which you divulged with an easygoing smile.

When you all entered the cafe you couldn’t hide your astonishment when Granny Sato hopped down with ease. Sakura immediately shot her a look and grumbled about how she complained about not being able to walk, to which she laughed and threw him a wink.

“Hahah I tell you every time it’s my hip,” she corrected him as the brunette girl working behind the counter came around to help her into her seat. “Though I will say you are a Furin boy through and through,” she turned her gaze to you before speaking again, “not once has he refused to carry me here y’know?” She laughed, followed by several guys wearing the same uniform as Sakura sitting around the cafe.

“Oh yeah, he’s always been like that,” you puffed out in a laugh as you nodded in agreement. Then you added in a cheery tone, “It’s really no surprise that he fits in so well at Furin.”

Granny Sato beamed up at you, but you didn’t realize it was because Sakura’s cheeks sported a fine dusting of pink as he just stared at you in a daze. Of course the others noticed as well - Kiryu and Suo shared a knowing glance, and at the back table of the cafe Tsubaki inconspicuously tapped Hiragi’s wrist excitedly, who gave the other King a firm shake of his head. Though the shark toothed captain was having a difficult time hiding his own knowing smile at the first year’s reaction.

“Sakura,” Kotoha piped up after she returned behind the counter - pulling him from his stupor as he turned to meet her expectant gaze, “who’s your friend?”

The two toned teen looked downright feverish with how badly he was blushing, his hair seemed to stand on end as he opened his mouth - prepared to snap. But then he paused, a look of unbridled uncertainty crossed his face, but he didn’t dare look at you.

He’s still not ready to say we’re friends. You mused, a touch of melancholy pressed its nails into your heart before you shoved it far, far away. After a moment, you cleared your throat quietly, earning Kotoha’s attention as she turned to you with raised brows.

“I’m Sakura’s old classmate - we grew up in the same town,” you explained in a light tone, “I just came to see how he’s doing.”

Of course everyone noticed that Sakura did not refer to you as a friend, and you didn’t either. But Sakura was too absorbed by you, since for the first time since you arrived, he saw your head bow slightly - shrinking is how he always thought of it - something you’d do when you felt shy or nervous. It only lasted a moment before Kotoha smiled coyly.

“And?” Her tone inflected slightly, but you only raised your brows in response. “What do you think?” She clarified her question with an arch of her brow, to which you immediately threw a wide grin her way - Sakura’s heart stuttered at the sight.

“I think he’s doing great,” you declared with a confident nod of your head - Sakura could feel the air punch from his lungs, but what you said next just about killed him. You glanced at him before you spoke, which only made him stiffen before you stated in a sure tone, “I think this is the perfect place for him.”

Post Sakura’s almost spontaneous combustion, you all sat at a back table across from the Kings. Conversation swayed between you asking them questions about Furin and the town, and them inquiring about you. Mostly track, school, and some about your parents. Nirei and Tsugeura excitedly told you about the fights they’ve seen Sakura in - Tsuguera mentioned the one where he and Kiryu got to fight with his captain, while Nirei told you at length about the Shishitoren ordeal and how Sakura fought their 2nd in command. You couldn’t help how wide your smile grew just at how happy the two boys seemed just to be in his presence.

Luckily they all seemed to pick up on the fact that neither you or Sakura wanted to talk much about your hometown or middle school, so they let it be. All the while, the first year captain had become mute as he watched you converse with his friends so easily - like you already belonged. He would be lying if a part of him didn’t feel a touch of elation for you to get along with them. His friends.

Eventually Kiryu brought up the class group chat, and you couldn’t help the delighted look that flitted across your face as you shot Sakura an excited glance. But then conversation led to the weather contact being the only one in his phone before the group chat, and you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks as they all tittered together.

“He-hey i-it’s useful!” Sakura shot back defensively, a bright red hue tinging his cheeks as he averted his gaze towards the wall to his left. To your horror, Kiryu spoke up next - a good hearted suggestion that meant you had some explaining to do…

“Oh Y/N, why don’t you and Sakura exchange phone numbers while you’re here?” The pink haired boy piped up, a coy smile tugging at his mouth - matching the one on Suo’s face. Turning in unison, you met Sakura’s startled gaze to find that you were both beet red and speechless. A chorus of quiet chuckles passed through the cafe as Sakura stared at you expectantly.

Oh… he actually does want my number? The shock was evident on your face as the thought stepped to the forefront of your mind, though Sakura only took your hesitation as rejection as he shrunk away slightly. An awkward tension settled over the cafe as everyone held their breath for your response. Oh, wait, no!

“U-uh,” stumbling over your words as the gears turned at hyper speed - Sakura opened his mouth, you knew to tell you not to worry about it. You had to speak now - you wouldn’t get the chance again. “I-I would, but we already did…” you admitted in a hushed tone - a crease formed in Sakura’s brows over your next words as you shrunk in on yourself, “years ago.”

“No we didn’t,” Sakura responded immediately - not missing a beat. The tension thickened as the air started feeling tight in your lungs. He clocked your change in demeanor immediately - the anxiety plastered across your face, and the way you bit your lip - it’s how you looked whenever you were in trouble.

"Well," you began awkwardly, swallowing thickly before you continued, "I'm actually the weather contact in your phone..." Your words were met with stunned silence all around, but you couldn’t look anywhere but at Sakura’s bewildered face. After an excruciating moment of silence, you added, "I just didn't think you'd want my number back then. And I was kind of scared to ask for yours," you chuckled lightly, though your nerves bled straight through - straining the sound. Sakura turned beet red, brow creased deeper as a scowl set into his face, his friends watched closely for how he'd react since you did lie to him.

"You've been texting me the weather for three years!" Sakura shouted, eyes wide in disbelief as you shrank even more - knowing full well that you messed up. "Why would you do that?" He demanded - eyes narrowing the same way they would before a brawl - you took a deep breath before trying to speak again.

"I-I'm sorry," you started quietly - slowly - as you tried to grapple for an explanation. Everyone, most of all Kiryu for inviting you, stiffened at your ensuing words, but then Sakura cut you off.

"Why would you keep responding after I moved?" The first year captain demanded in utter dismay. This time no guilt ate at you though as you just blinked repeatedly at the question - a notch forming in your brow as well.

"Be-because I was worried about you," you responded simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your admission halted Sakura in his tracks as he blushed three shades deeper and sputtered for any words. "I'm sorry I lied - I just really wanted to be your friend, but I didn’t know how at the time... And then you moved, but you told me where, so I just kept sending you the weather cause that meant you were still alive at the very least," using the opportunity to clarify, you reasoned it out to him meekly. Everyone was stunned by your genuine concern, but you were only focused on how the blushing boy in front of you would receive the information. After a moment the ruddiness dissipated - swiftly to be replaced by a deep scowl.

“Have you lied about anything else?” He posed gravely, and your eyes went wide as you earnestly shook your head at him.

“No,” you whispered earnestly, but when he searched your gaze for deceit you quickly added in a hushed voice, “I promise.” Gradually he relaxed, the stiffness in his shoulders ebbing as his hardened gaze softened considerably - because of course he believed you. You were always so honest.

"I guess that's alright," he finally relented, speaking out of the corner of his mouth as a red hue crept back over his cheeks - spurring you to perk up. But then his aggressive tone came back in full force along with a deeper flush across his face, "I'm not texting you for the weather anymore though!" He declared, and your face fell at his words. The onlookers couldn’t help but stare and hide their smiles at the awkward dance before them.

"Tell me about track, or school, or just your day," he instructed in a gentler tone, averting his eyes to the wall on his left while scratching the back of his head. Words escaped you while you tried to work out what he meant. But then his bicolor eyes met yours apprehensively as he added, "be-because I'd like to know."

"O-okay, I will!" You chirped back immediately, beaming brightly at him. Sakura could feel heat rush to his face at that signature smile lopsidedly tugging at your mouth. After a moment, Suo cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to the rest of the cafe as he smoothly transitioned to quizzing you more about track. Without missing a beat, you told everyone about how you’ve beaten your time 3 times this year, and that your team was slated to go to nationals.

Sakura listened, off and on, as his thoughts drifted through the countless texts he’s received from you over the years. The kind words and emojis all encased in the subject matter of weather… in the next moment he just couldn’t stop his mouth from moving as the thought synapsed directly to his lips sans filter.

“Does the weather service usually send messages like ‘wear a light coat!’ or ‘it’s a good day to walk by the canal,’ or ‘don’t forget to look at the cherry blossoms,’...?” Inquiring in a purely curious tone, but you only blushed a deeper red at each phrase. The whole cafe took notice and had to stifle their giggles at how absolutely caught you looked.

“U-uh, well, the weather man will say that stuff on TV sometimes, and that’s where I got the idea…” you trailed off in a small voice, steeped in embarrassment.

“Is there even a text weather service?” He demanded in a tone soaked with befuddlement. At that several cafe goers' faces broke as titters filled the pause - you could feel your ears burning by now.

“Uh-haha, I don’t know…” you admitted sheepishly, shrugging lightly while you willed the heat to dissipate from your ruddy cheeks. Finally, the cafe broke into an all out chorus of laughter at the display before them. Now that basically everything was out in the open, conversation swayed back towards you and Furin as the ping ponging of subjects recommenced. Until Sakura spoke up out of the blue once more.

“Wait,” he interjected suddenly, earning a glance from you to find him staring you down while his friends threw him curious glances. “You did that when I moved to Furin too,” but when you just tilted your head in question he elaborated, “the little messages about where to go and what to do.” His voice was lower this time, apprehensive almost as his bicolored irises silently willed you to explain.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed out awkwardly, “I-I googled some of the local shops before you moved. I called them to ask about what areas were safe to visit, and things to do in different weather conditions.” You informed quietly, but when he just continued staring - arching his white brow slightly, you chuckled awkwardly and shrugged at him.

A hush fell over the cafe while Kotoha cocked her head at the memory of a call from a very sweet, young girl who wanted to know how people from out of town were typically received. She also remembered the sheer relief in your voice when she told you that she was actually from out of town, but this place was her home now. Then you asked her all about the local shops and things to do, the sound of shuffling papers and graphite scratching faintly in the background.

“Why?” Sakura demanded, but there were no teeth gleaming behind his bark - just sheer bewilderment, and perhaps a dash of vulnerability.

”Oh, well,” you paused thoughtfully before nervously confessing, “I guess I really shouldn’t have been, but I was just worried, um…” crossing one arm under your chest, you held onto your bicep for comfort - desperately searching for the right words.

“I really wanted your first impression to be good, so I just told you to go to the areas where the shopkeepers were, because they seemed really, um, nice…” you trailed off slightly as you noticed everyone was staring at you, astounded. “Uh, I just wanted to be sure I was directing you somewhere safe, but I knew you could take it from there…” you asserted gently with another awkward smile and shrug. Before Sakura, or anyone else could respond, your phone pinged with a notification about your train departure in 30 minutes.

”Oh man I didn’t realize it was getting so late,” you murmured, a touch of melancholy leaching into your voice. Everyone clocked the change in your tone, and the look of disappointment that crossed Sakura’s face before you turned back, “I gotta get to the train station. It was really good to see you though, and meet all of you.” You said while rising to your feet and bowing respectfully to Sakura’s friends.

”I-I’ll walk with you,” Sakura blurted out as he rose to his feet shortly after you. You peered up at him, brows raised in surprise, but then you smiled and nodded.

”Thank you, I’d like that,” you murmured as you turned and bid the upperclassmen and Kotoha goodbye. The other first years offered to accompany you as well, and you gratefully took them up on it.

On the way, Sakura brought up your profile picture of the weather for your contact and you sheepishly admitted you did that so as to not give yourself away. At that Sakura actually laughed - muted, blocked behind his hand - his classmates were stunned, but you already knew what it looked like. You made him laugh once back in 6th grade and you memorized every detail that you could in those few short moments.

“Are you gonna change it to something else?” He inquired, and you immediately pulled out your phone and chose a new photo. What showed up on Sakura’s phone was a wonky painting that was abstract but still looked like you.

”I made it,” you elaborated in response to his confused expression, earning a stunned glance from him.

”You paint?” He shot back quickly - dumbfounded since you never talked about art back in middle school.

”Not very well,” you laughed out, “but yeah. I started a little after you moved actually - I’ve really liked it so far!” You mused happily.

”No, it’s good - I like it,” he remarked decisively with a nod before pocketing his phone. When he glanced over he saw your wide eyes and ruddy cheeks, except this time your lips were parted in surprise instead of that typical smile. For a moment Sakura was entranced by you - by the fact that maybe for once he made you feel how you perpetually made him feel whenever in your presence.

When you all arrived at the train station, Kiryu led the goodbyes near the entrance as the other first years told you how good it was to meet you. Swiftly you told them the same in return, though when you turned to Sakura you felt a touch of sadness to say goodbye so soon. From the look on his face he seemed to feel the same way.

“Why don’t you see her off Sakura?” Suo suggested with that perpetually serene smile of his. The others quickly nodded in agreement - Kiryu shot the auburn haired boy a look of approval. “We’ll wait over here for you,” Suo added, answering Sakura’s questioning look, as he gestured for the two of you to go ahead.

Awkwardly the two of you glanced at each other before you smiled reassuringly - ready to tell him he didn’t have to, but Sakura just turned and started walking towards your platform without another word. Under his collar a tinge of pink crept up the back of his neck.

The silence ensued between the two of you as Sakura peered down the tracks for your train while you could only peek out of the corner of your eye at the two toned teen. Memorizing different details - how his hair has gotten longer, his jaw sharper, or how his shoulders have grown wider since you last saw him - since you had no idea when you’d see him again. The first years stood pensively at the entrance of the station, not so subtly watching the awkward tension grow as the seconds ticked by. Finally, your voice cut through it, as your soft timbre echoed towards the entrance where the others stood.

“So, Sakura,” you began, apprehensively meeting his expectant gaze. “Does this mean that we’re like… officially friends?” You implored in a lightly joking tone, but only Sakura could see the vulnerability in your eyes - the fear of rejection that you failed to hide. For a moment he hesitated, but when he saw the fear ebb and morph into hurt, he stumbled over himself to speak.

“Ye-yes.” He declared with a firm nod, and in an instant the hurt vanished without a trace. In its place was unbridled joy as you grinned wide up at him while clapping quietly in excitement.

“Yay!” You chirped happily. Sakura felt a fluttering deep in his gut as his heart lifted from how thrilled you were to finally be considered his friend. Before he could say anything else, the screeching of metal against metal drew both of your attention to the bright lights bending around the track.

The two toned teen couldn’t hide the look of pure disappointment that crossed his face as the train halted in front of your platform - the metal doors screeching open. A garbled voice came through on the intercom announcing the stops, and that the train would be departing in three minutes. Panic prickled under your skin as you and Sakura met each other’s gaze again - it was time to say goodbye, but the word wasn’t coming to either of you.

Swallowing thickly while the minutes waned to the doors rumbling shut, suddenly you couldn’t stop yourself - stepping forward and wrapping your arms around Sakura’s torso. A choked noise escaped the boy as you buried your face into his chest - inhaling that familiar, comforting scent that now lived several towns away.

“Take care of yourself Sakura - I hope I get to see you again soon,” you murmured tenderly as you lessened your grip around him - pulling away to meet his stunned gaze. The garbled voice came on the intercom, announcing the train would be departing in one minute. Sakura blinked rapidly as you continued to back away, he didn’t know why he suddenly felt the urge to move. He honestly didn’t think he had it in him, but he followed you fluidly - wrapping you tightly in his arms, eliciting a squeak from you.

“You too,” he mumbled, and then his voice turned a little shaky, “co-come back anyti-time - you’re always wel-welcome here…” he said, releasing you from his embrace as the garbled voice announced the doors closing.

Before you missed your train completely, Sakura gently spun you around and pushed you towards the doors. Hopping lightly onto the elevated train floor, you grabbed a pole and turned in time to call to him, “see you later, Sakura!”

“See you later Y/N,” he called back, just loud enough for you to hear over the groaning door sliding shut, followed by an awkward wave and a light dusting of pink crawling back over his cheeks. Then the doors sealed as the train started to pull away, you swayed with the motion as you continued waving at Sakura, and then his friends as you passed by them before taking your seat.

Slightly stunned by his own actions, Sakura ambled back towards his friends with a perturbed expression etched into his face. Kiryu and the others heard every echoing word of your conversation, and seemed to immediately pick up on the fact that Sakura absolutely likes you as more than a friend. They also understand that he was nowhere near prepared to face that fact, so they talked about patrol, video games, and just about anything other than you on the way back. That is until Sakura spoke up in a small voice.

“Do-do you guys think Y/N will actually visit again?” He didn’t look at them, eyes cast to the ground and hands shoved deep in his pockets. Silence fell over the group as their pace slowed to a halt, Nirei and Suo shared a concerned look.

“O-of course she will,” Nirei stated after a moment, nodding his head assuredly. Immediately followed by unanimous agreement of the group. But Sakura still looked unsure, the grips of anxiety creeping over him as he played back the events of today.

“We’ll invite her to my favorite restaurant the weekend after next!” Tsugeura suggested after a moment, earning a hopeful look from Sakura. “She even said she wanted to try it out, and I’m sure she would wanna meet the owners after calling them,” he continued while nodding his head vigorously.

“Text her and tell her to let you know when she gets home safe,” Kiryu instructed. His captain just blinked in thought, but swiftly pulled out his phone and sent you the text - excitement quickly overshadowing his nerves. “When she does, you should ask her about getting lunch with us,” the pink haired boy advised with a confident smile.

“Wh-what if she says no…?” Sakura murmured, fully leaning on his friends to help him traverse the sticky pathways of the heart.

“Then ask her when a better time would be,” Suo piped up in a calm tone. “If she says no it’s probably just because she’s busy anyway - nationals coming up and all,” the auburn boy reassured his friend. Sakura released a breath of air he didn’t realize he was holding as the group continued their walk home.

When they arrived outside of Pothos, Sakura’s phone pinged with a message from you, and the entire group gathered around him to see. The upperclassman watched from inside, curious but remained in their seats so they could laugh freely at the spectacle. Scrawled across his screen read:

Y/N L/N: I’m home! Thank you for checking - I had a really good time today btw :)

Sakura inhaled deeply as he readied to type out his question, when a second message popped up from you:

Y/N L/N: Will you let me know when you’re home safe too please?

The two toned teen’s heart sputtered and mouth ran dry as he peered over the earnest request. His friends shared knowing glances as they waited for Sakura to start typing, but he was stuck reading and re-reading the message. Has anyone asked me that before? Was the only thought flitting through his mind. Just when Kiryu moved to nudge his captain, his phone pinged with a third message from you:

Y/N L/N: Also, I know we just hung out, but I’ve really missed you! Do you wanna hang out again soon?

Sakura jumped the second the words came through, which caused him to screenshot the conversation. As the light flashed in his face, he blurted out, “wha-what did I do?”

Kiryu and the others chuckled lightly as the pink haired boy explained, “you took a picture of the screen - it’s called a ‘screenshot’ - it should be in your photos now. Here I can show you how to delete it.” He held his hand out towards his captain, who hesitated looking back down at the conversation.

“U-uh,” he stuttered, and then shook his head lightly, “that’s okay. Ho-how should I ask her to lunch?” He solicited instead, peering around his friends’ amused faces.

“Just say, ‘do you wanna get lunch with us at that restaurant Tsugeura mentioned the weekend after next?’ and see what she says,” Kiryu instructed calmly, though the excitement of the situation was palpable all the way to the back table in Pothos where Umemiya and the Kings looked on.

Sakura typed out the message at hyper speed and hit send - they all stood by pensively until his phone pinged a moment later. When Sakura read the message he held his phone close so he was the only one to read it first, eyes scanning the message once, twice, then a third time as his face flushed bright red. Then his expression turned soft as a small smile curved along his mouth before he turned his phone for his friends to show them your response:

Y/N L/N: Yes, of course I would love that!! Actually I was wondering - and if this is weird don’t worry about it - but would it be okay if I visit you around Obon? I miss hanging out with you during the celebrations, and I’m not from here originally so it can get kind of… awkward lol

“Well?” Kiryu asked with an arch of his bubblegum pink brow. Sakura just blinked at him with a tilt of his head, so he elaborated with a sly grin, “what are you gonna say?”

Sakura just blinked again as he peered back down at his phone screen. She missed me… he thought while inhaling deeply - striking the keys slower this time. Ardently typing out the words as they came to him, backspacing multiple times before he actually hit send:

🌸Sakura Haruka🌸: Yes, I’d like that. You’re always welcome here.

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post. Screenshots taken from pinterest, so if you know the creator please lmk! Pink Cellphone divider is from @sweetmelodygraphics and cloud divider is from @saradika-graphics)

Update: tag list (I’m so sorry I forgot!!): @nymphsdomain @darknoir24

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