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[kuronarnze]

OMG I FORGOT TODAYS KURONA'S BDAY RGAJ HOW CAN I FORGET HAPPY BDAYYY MY BELOVED KURONA RANZE CHOMP CHOMP ILYSM 🌹🌹🌹

[kuronarnze]

rin's bday coming up.. hmmm should I make a fic.. oh and it's almost @lavenderseiuu seiu's bday... share the same bday... seiu also loves rin sm... ok I'll make a fic for both of y'all ��

[kuronarnze]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ thinking about... Itoshi Sae with a shidou coded s/o

cw! pure fluff, reader being a menace !!

“SAE, BABY, LOVE OF MY LIFE, LIGHT OF MY EYES RAGHHHH—!”

You launch yourself across the couch the second he walks through the door, nearly knocking the grocery bag out of his hand. He barely manages to catch it, giving you the flattest look imaginable as you cling onto him like he was a pillow.

“...I was gone for twenty minutes.”

“yes and twenty minutes is way too long!” you declare dramatically, hanging off his shoulders. “I almost died of heartbreak!!! look—” you clutch your chest, collapsing against him with a fake groan. “It was touch and go for a while.”

Sae just stares at you, utterly unimpressed. “You’re still alive.”

“Only because you came back to meeeeee,” you sing, planting an obnoxiously loud kiss on his cheek.

He sighs, but he doesn’t push you off. Instead, he sets the groceries down, adjusting his grip so you don’t slide off him. “You’re being lukewarm.”

“I’m irresistible,” you correct, grinning. “Admit it, Sae. You love this, you loooooooove me!”

For a moment, silence. Then—so soft you almost don’t catch it—“...I must.”

You freeze, blinking. “Wait—huh ha what?”

He doesn’t repeat himself, of course. He just walks toward the kitchen with you still clinging to him, acting as though he’s carrying a particularly annoying—but weirdly precious—backpack.

Later, when you’re sprawled across his lap while he’s trying to scroll through his phone, you keep peppering kisses all over his jawline just to see how long it takes for him to react.

Finally, he grabs your chin, tilting your face up to his. His eyes are calm, but there’s a faint flush at the tips of his ears. “If you’re going to kiss me, do it properly.”

You blink, then grin wide. “Ohhh, so you like it muahehwhehewhe—”

Before you can tease him further, he kisses you. Firm, unhurried, shutting you up in the best way possible. When he pulls back, you’re breathless, and he smirks the tiniest bit. “See? Quiet is better.”

“...I’m still gonna smother you with love.”

“I know.”

And though he pretends to be exasperated, he doesn’t complain when you throw your arms around his neck again—because for all your chaos, Sae secretly wouldn’t trade it for the world.

seiu's note ! thank you sm for reading, so sorry for not posting much nowadays, my schedule is so messed up </3, have a nice day 🤍

divider credits goes to @dollywons, check out her pretty works <3

[kuronarnze]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ thinking about... Itoshi Sae with a shidou coded s/o

cw! pure fluff, reader being a menace !!

“SAE, BABY, LOVE OF MY LIFE, LIGHT OF MY EYES RAGHHHH—!”

You launch yourself across the couch the second he walks through the door, nearly knocking the grocery bag out of his hand. He barely manages to catch it, giving you the flattest look imaginable as you cling onto him like he was a pillow.

“...I was gone for twenty minutes.”

“yes and twenty minutes is way too long!” you declare dramatically, hanging off his shoulders. “I almost died of heartbreak!!! look—” you clutch your chest, collapsing against him with a fake groan. “It was touch and go for a while.”

Sae just stares at you, utterly unimpressed. “You’re still alive.”

“Only because you came back to meeeeee,” you sing, planting an obnoxiously loud kiss on his cheek.

He sighs, but he doesn’t push you off. Instead, he sets the groceries down, adjusting his grip so you don’t slide off him. “You’re being lukewarm.”

“I’m irresistible,” you correct, grinning. “Admit it, Sae. You love this, you loooooooove me!”

For a moment, silence. Then—so soft you almost don’t catch it—“...I must.”

You freeze, blinking. “Wait—huh ha what?”

He doesn’t repeat himself, of course. He just walks toward the kitchen with you still clinging to him, acting as though he’s carrying a particularly annoying—but weirdly precious—backpack.

Later, when you’re sprawled across his lap while he’s trying to scroll through his phone, you keep peppering kisses all over his jawline just to see how long it takes for him to react.

Finally, he grabs your chin, tilting your face up to his. His eyes are calm, but there’s a faint flush at the tips of his ears. “If you’re going to kiss me, do it properly.”

You blink, then grin wide. “Ohhh, so you like it muahehwhehewhe—”

Before you can tease him further, he kisses you. Firm, unhurried, shutting you up in the best way possible. When he pulls back, you’re breathless, and he smirks the tiniest bit. “See? Quiet is better.”

“...I’m still gonna smother you with love.”

“I know.”

And though he pretends to be exasperated, he doesn’t complain when you throw your arms around his neck again—because for all your chaos, Sae secretly wouldn’t trade it for the world.

seiu's note ! thank you sm for reading, so sorry for not posting much nowadays, my schedule is so messed up </3, have a nice day 🤍

divider credits goes to @dollywons, check out her pretty works <3

[kuronarnze]

kurona fanatic spotted ily we need more kurona fans in this world PLS

yes ily 🌹🌹

[kuronarnze]

1K 1K 1K 1K 1K 1K 1K 😈😈

i’ve got a cake ready for you when you reach 1K… iykwim heh 😏

can I have your cake instead...

[kuronarnze]

AIKA PLS DONT QUIT WE'LL MISS YOU SM BRO

- 😈 anon

IDK MANNNN I'm just losing sm motivation nowadays, but maybe I'll not quit, but idk

ILL ALSO MISS YALL 💔

[kuronarnze]

Hi hey!!!

It’s the same anon that requested the kurona dad fic with the daughter that repeats what he says!!

Just thought of something, like you know how kurona has pink hair right? But like, what if we dye our hair or parts of our hair to match his? Or if not, like paint nails that are the same colour as his hair. I just thought it would be so cute 🥹🥹🥹

Anyways have a good day muah muah 💙💙🫶🫶

a/n: YAAAAYY ANOTHER KURONA REQUEST !! So sorry for the late response, I was scrolling through my inbox and saw a kurona request and I was like OH YES, I love your requests sm and this idea is super cute !! ENJOY READING!

Kurona Ranze x Reader !

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹

“Pink Match”

In which... you surprise Kurona by matching his pink, and he doesn’t know whether to hide or kiss you.

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹

You were sitting cross-legged on Kurona’s bed when he walked in, hair still damp from practice, towel draped lazily around his neck. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed you—specifically, your hair.

The ends were freshly dyed a soft pink, curling over your shoulders like they’d been dipped into candyfloss.

Kurona blinked. Then blinked again.

“You… you dyed it,” he said, voice quiet but not without awe. “Pink. Pink.”

You grinned, twirling a strand between your fingers. “Do you like it? I thought it’d look cute if it matched yours.”

His face immediately flushed, ears turning almost the same shade as his hair. He ran a hand through his own pink locks, like he suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself.

“You’re… you’re serious? You—match me. Match me.” His voice cracked slightly, and he looked away, chewing the inside of his cheek.

You crawled closer across the bed, holding up your hand to show him your nails—painted the exact pastel pink of his hair. “And look! Even my nails.”

Kurona actually let out a tiny laugh, the sound breathless and soft. “Nails too? You’re… unbelievable. Believable.”

“You don’t like it?” you teased, leaning in, though your heart raced at the way his gaze softened when it flicked back to you.

“I…” His words faltered, but his hands didn’t—because one of them reached up almost hesitantly, brushing against the tips of your newly-dyed strands. “I like it. A lot. Too much. Much.”

Your smile widened, cheeks warm. “Good. Then maybe next time, we can dye your hair again—together. I’ll help you keep it bright.”

Kurona blinked, then his lips tugged into the shyest smile, his hand still lingering in your hair. “Together. Together.”

And when you leaned in to kiss him, you swore you felt his smile curve wider against your lips, like your little pink secret was now the sweetest thing in the world.

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹

Thank you sm for reading and have a nice day !!

[kuronarnze]

HAI AIKA m requesting a kurona x reader where kurona is insanely in love w reader but doesn't know how to say it (they're dating but he still has a crush on her) and whenever f she talks he js stares like 🥺🥺🥺 SKJSSKKSWK AAAAAAAAA AUSUSHUSNSNISNANAINA PLEASE PLEAS WAAAA also tag me on it 😘

a/n: cerise... THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE OMG, THANK you sm for requesting, kurona is such a cutie omg IM SOBBING he's so cute, ENJOY READING !!

@yumyumcherryy tagging you again like u said 🌹

Kurona Ranze x Reader !

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

“Still Crushing”

In which... Kurona Ranze is the kind of boyfriend who acts like he’s still crushing every day. He stares at you with those adorable pink eyes 🥹, panics when you notice, and can’t believe he actually gets to call you his.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

Kurona had no idea how he got this lucky.

You were already his girlfriend—his girlfriend. That fact alone should’ve calmed his heart down, but somehow, being with you only made things worse. Every time you spoke, laughed, or even just looked at him, his chest tightened like he was some middle schooler experiencing a crush for the first time.

He’d sit next to you, nodding along while you rambled about something that happened during your day, but the truth was? He wasn’t even processing half the words. He was too busy staring.

Your lips moving, your eyes lighting up, the way you waved your hands for emphasis—it was enough to make him forget how to breathe.

“Ranze? Are you listening?” you asked, tilting your head.

Kurona blinked rapidly, realizing he’d been caught. His ears turned pink (like his hair 🥰). “Uh—yeah! Of course. Of course.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then what did I just say?”

“…That you’re… cute, cute?” he blurted.

You snorted. “That’s not what I said.”

But the way you laughed afterward made him think maybe slipping up wasn’t so bad.

When you leaned against his shoulder later, Kurona stiffened like he’d never been touched in his life—even though you’d done this dozens of times before. His heart pounded so hard he was afraid you’d hear it.

He wanted to tell you. That even though you were already his, he still felt dizzy every time you smiled at him. That he couldn’t stop looking at you. That he didn’t know how to put into words how much he loved you.

But instead, he just pressed his face into your hair, whispering so softly you almost missed it:

“You make me crazy, you know that, know that?”

You glanced up at him, grinning. “Crazy in love?”

His entire face went red. “…Shut, shut up.”

But the way he held you tighter said everything he couldn’t.

୭⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، ୭

thank you sm for reading & have a nice day !

[kuronarnze]

a/n: I don't really write much for barou, buuuuut HAPPY BELATED BDAY @sunathetuna AMA 🌹🌹 LOVE YOU AND WISH YOU ALL THE BEST MUAH MUAH

Barou shoei x Reader !

𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The King owns everything (and you too)

In which… Barou Shouei doesn’t know how to say “I love you,” but you’ll always know it anyway—because your room is spotless, your sheets are folded, and every corner shines under the care of a King who shows love through order.

𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

When you first started dating Barou, you thought he’d be the type to show love through grand gestures—or maybe not show it at all. But instead…

You came home one day and your room was spotless.

Clothes folded, desk cleared, floor vacuumed. Even the bed was made with corners so sharp you could bounce a coin off them. And there was Barou, standing in the middle of it all with his arms crossed, like a general surveying conquered land.

“…Did you just—clean my room?” you blinked.

“Tch. It was a disaster,” he muttered. “Can’t live like that.”

“But it’s my room—”

“Not anymore. You’re with me, so this is the King’s domain now.” He said it like it was the most obvious fact in the world, glaring at a dust mote he’d missed on the shelf and wiping it off immediately.

You tried to argue, but from then on, it became routine. If you left a glass on your nightstand, it vanished within minutes—washed, dried, and put back. Piles of laundry? Already folded before you remembered they existed. He even reorganized your books by height once, grumbling, “Looks better this way.”

The funniest part? He never admitted it was for you. If you teased him—

“Barou, you’re basically my personal maid.”

His ears went red instantly. “Shut up. I’m making it livable, that’s all. If you don’t like it, keep it clean yourself.”

But then, when you’d come home from a long day, exhausted, and collapse on your perfectly made bed, Barou would glance at you—just once—and you’d catch the tiniest flicker of softness in his eyes.

That was the moment you knew.

Cleaning wasn’t about control, or appearances, or even his obsession with order. It was his way of saying I care. I’m watching over you. You don’t have to worry, because I’ll handle it.

And one night, when you mumbled sleepily, “Thanks, Shouei… it feels like home because of you,” he froze.

He turned away quickly, muttering, “…Of course it does. It’s mine, too.”

But the way he tucked the blanket around you before heading out proved everything you already knew.

The King’s love wasn’t loud, or obvious, or flowery.

It was spotless floors, folded laundry, and a room that always felt safe.

You’d gotten used to Barou’s “territorial cleaning” by now. So when you woke up one Saturday morning to find him sweeping your floor in sweatpants and a scowl, you didn’t even question it.

“You know, normal boyfriends bring their girlfriends flowers,” you teased, voice groggy from sleep.

Barou snorted, not looking at you. “Flowers die. Clean floors don’t.”

You laughed, burying your face in the pillow. “Romantic.”

Later that day, while you were curled up reading, you felt him hovering. You looked up to see Barou staring at your desk, jaw tight.

“What now?”

“…That pile of papers,” he muttered. “It’s driving me insane.”

You smirked. “You’re allowed to touch it, you know.”

The way his shoulders eased just slightly made your chest warm. He wanted your permission. It wasn’t just about control anymore—he cared about respecting your things, even if he disguised it as annoyance.

The most telling moment came one night when you fell asleep at your desk, head pillowed on your arms. You woke up in bed hours later, blanket tucked around you, everything on your desk perfectly arranged.

Barou was sitting in the chair beside you, scrolling his phone like nothing happened.

“…You carried me?” you asked softly.

“Tch. You were drooling on your notes.” He didn’t look up, but the faint pink dusting his ears gave him away.

You smiled, rolling closer to him. “Thanks, Shouei.”

This time, he didn’t turn away. He reached over, thumb brushing across your cheek—wiping away the faint crease the desk had left.

“…Sleep properly next time,” he muttered. “I’ll handle the rest.”

It wasn’t grand declarations or flowery words.

But in the shine of polished floors, the neatly folded sheets, and the way he’d quietly move heaven and earth to make sure you were comfortable, you saw it clearly:

Barou Shoei might call himself the King.

But in the privacy of your shared space… he was yours.

𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

thank you sm for reading & have a nice day !! LOVE YOU 🌹🌹

[kuronarnze]

a/n: HAPPY BELATED BDAYYY @x3nafix XENAA !! omg you and ama is for real twins!! FOR YOUR BDAY GIFT I HAVE A KARASU FIC FOR YOUUU, love you and wish you all the best 🌹🌹

Karasu Tabito x Reader !

𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Not Mediocre”

In which… You remind Karasu Tabito that no matter how much he calls himself “mediocre,” he’ll never be anything less than extraordinary in your eyes.

𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Karasu Tabito had mastered the art of pretending.

On the field, in the locker room, even outside of soccer—his sharp words and sharper grin kept everyone at arm’s length. It was easier that way. If he teased them first, no one would ever notice the gnawing pit in his stomach. The quiet voice whispering, You’re nothing special. You’re just mediocre.

And for the most part, it worked. Nobody saw through him.

Nobody but you.

You were sprawled across his bed one evening, your phone balanced above your face, while Karasu sat at his desk pretending to study. His pen tapped uselessly against the paper, his gaze fixed somewhere distant.

“Tabito,” you said softly.

He didn’t look up. “What.”

“You’re spiraling again, aren’t you?”

The pen froze. Slowly, his lips quirked into that usual smirk. “Spiraling? What do you take me for, some dramatic weakling?”

But you knew better. You set your phone aside and sat up, hugging your knees. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I can tell when you’re overthinking.”

He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Overthinking what? That I’m not any of those prodigies who live and breathe talent? Please. I’ve accepted that already.”

His words were light, but his eyes betrayed him—dark, tired, and heavy with self-contempt.

You slid off the bed and walked over, standing behind his chair to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He stiffened instantly, unused to being held so openly, but didn’t push you away.

“You’re not mediocre, Tabito.”

“Tch.” He rolled his eyes, but the edge in his voice cracked. “Don’t waste your breath on lies, sweetheart.”

“I’m not lying.” You squeezed him tighter. “Do you know why people listen to you on the field? Why they follow your lead? It’s not just because you’re loud, or bossy, or good at finding weaknesses. It’s because you see things they don’t. You bring order when there’s chaos. You make people better.”

His jaw clenched, like he wanted to argue. But you weren’t done. “You call yourself mediocre, but no one else could ever be you. not anyone. You’re extraordinary in your own way, and I love that about you.”

Karasu’s breath hitched. His usual cocky mask faltered, eyes darting away. “You’re too good at this, you know? Picking me apart like I do everyone else.”

You smiled, pressing your cheek against his. “Guess I learned from the best.”

For a long moment, he sat there, silent. Then, slowly, he reached up and covered your hand with his own, grip warm and firm.

“Stay,” he murmured, so quietly you almost didn’t hear. “Like this, Just stay.” Your heart swelled. “Always.”

And though he’d never say it outright, the way his shoulders relaxed—the way his walls slipped just for you—was proof enough.

Karasu Tabito might call himself mediocre.but to you, he was anything but.

𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

THANK YOU SM FOR READING & HAVE A NICE DAYY love youuu 🌹🌹

[kuronarnze]

I'm kinda losing the motivation to write idk

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MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!!!!!! THEY LOOK SO PRETTY OH MY GOSH!!!!!

OMG FEM!NESS AND FEM!SAE ??? BRO THEYRE SO PRETTY GRGRGRGEGRAAHGGH I wanna commission her sb.. maybe I should... 😈

[kuronarnze]

aika pie

kaia pie...

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schewl🥹 in 2 days🔫 JS SAY U WANT ME TO DIE JS SAY U HATE ME JS SAY U WANT ME TO GWT JUMPED JS SAY U WANT TO EAT ME (out) 🔫🔫🤓 yo who tf put that bracket tgere!! hashtag was NOT kaia

BOOO SCHOOL SUCKS (except for my friends and everyone I love everybody) BUT SCHOOL IS SO DRAINING SOMETIMES GRARARR GOODLUCK with school girlie.... omg yes... can I eat you... (out)... ha. ha. ha....

[kuronarnze]

@benzentam07 LOOK LOOK LOOK

EVERYTHING THAT I CAN SAY IS SPOKEN FOR ME

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me bc puplexis hasn't posted sae / fem sae content in over a month

me cause the last time you posted a fic was two days ago