#Boost student confidence in school

[littledragonkana]

My professor just praised me for my project presentation. Like for speaking loudly and without stuttering or being noticeably nervous 🥹🥹

[notdeadyetnatural]

Guess who got rejected off the waitlist for UC Santa Barbara today.

[humanjarvis]

piece of you

synopsis: with his good looks, talent, and intellect, caleb is the aerospace academy’s golden boy. but he was yours first, and he’ll stay that way.

tags: possessive clingy spoiled reader manipulates caleb, college party, reader handles their jealousy in an unhinged way, crocodile tears, caleb is attentive and sweet and unsuspecting, inspired by “piece of you” by shawn mendes

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i’ve been holding onto this mental music video for years and now i finally get to bring it to life :3 was originally going to write this from his perspective but i was like wait a second. he's the "you" that everybody wants a piece of

Beer, music, and sweat. The typical college party.

To celebrate the end of the semester, one of the student groups at Skyhaven’s Aerospace Academy had rented out a club for the night. And Caleb, ever the giver, had thoughtfully invited you to tag along.

A chance to visit him, to have fun together, to make sure everyone around him kept their hands to themselves—who were you to refuse?

There was only one problem: he was running uncharacteristically late, held up by a final flight assessment that’d been postponed due to weather. Which meant that you were here alone.

His friends, Gideon and Patrick, had spotted you and called you over, but while they drone on about school and flit watchful eyes at you from time to time, it seems more like they’re babysitting. You’re sure he put them up to it.

“Professor docked me on the last turn. I nailed it over and over in practice, but I totally choked on the real thing—couldn’t get it tight enough.”

“Same, man. I honestly think there was something wrong with the test aircraft. It’s so old, all the controls seemed laggy.”

It’s nice that they like planes. So nice. But you get enough of that sort of talk from your star pilot already. Where is he? you sigh in frustration as you unlock your phone yet again. 

Lucky for him, it chimes just before you can send a stream of angry faces.

special agent apple: Just pulled up :D I’m on my way.

Moments later, a beam of moonlight flickers by as the doors slide open. And when Caleb steps through, nodding casually at the bouncers, everyone’s chatter fizzles out into a hush. 

All eyes are on him. Because Caleb, still in his flight uniform, looks good.

Like, even better than normal.

With his unzipped jacket, windswept hair, and the leftover adrenaline boosting his confidence, he’s a fantasy come to life. And as the guests watch him like he hung the stars in the sky, you realize you’re not the only one who’s daydreaming. 

Neutral violet eyes scan the crowd and light up when they meet yours. Brushing off the people clamoring for his attention, including a disgruntled student body president, Caleb heads straight toward you.

“Sorry I’m late, pip-squeak,” he greets as he leans down to ruffle your hair. “Aced the flight after the storm passed, though. Everything alright here?” he asks, squinting at his gossiping friends behind you.

“Yes,” you huff, folding your arms over your chest. “You have some world-class babysitters. You should give them a raise.”

Caleb’s eyes twinkle. “I should, huh? Maybe it’s not that they did a good job, but that someone was on their best behavior while they were waitin’ for me.”

“You wish. I have a list of crimes to commit tonight. I was just saving them for when you got here so I could blame it all on you.”

“Oh? You tryin’ to get me banned, pip-squeak?” he chuckles. “I guess it would be my fault for inviting you. But if I’m guilty, then you’re my accomplice. We’ll get kicked out together.” 

“Whatever,” you sigh, rolling your eyes in pretend annoyance. The air feels lighter, now that he’s here. “How was the rest of your—”

“Hey, Caleb!” a deep voice interrupts. Trying to find its owner, your eyes land on Caleb’s basketball friends, all huddled at a table in the corner of the room. When he spots them, he waves briefly before turning back to you. “Just a sec,” he says, ruffling your hair again. “I’ll be right back. Keep yourself out of trouble, okay?”

***

Ten minutes. Ten whole minutes.

You could be obnoxious at times. Childish, demanding. Spoiled.

But at no point, under any circumstance, should Caleb spend ten minutes away from you when you’re in the same room. 

The guys on his team are talking his ear off, and he’s letting them! Joining! As if you didn’t fly all the way to Skyhaven just to see him. 

You’re already glaring at him so hard you’re surprised you haven’t gotten heat vision yet. But as some tall brunette—the sports writer for the student newspaper, you recall—saunters over to him, you decide those powers would really come in handy right now.

She enters the conversation with an ease that makes your jaw clench.

And as she rests a coy hand dangerously close to Caleb’s dog tag, laughing at some dumb joke he should be telling you, the intermittent twitch in your eye becomes constant.

This won’t do. 

Your bloodshot eyes are nearly unrecognizable in the chipped bathroom mirror.

You had to be thorough tonight. Since you were kids, Caleb had taken care of you when you were sick—meaning he’d seen your attempts to fake sickness and knew your tells like the back of his hand. One overdramatic sniffle, one exaggerated groan, and he’d know something was off. 

In the fifteen minutes since you’d been holed up in the club’s bathroom, you’d smudged your makeup, mussed your hair, coughed until your voice was hoarse, and disheveled your outfit. Now, only the finishing touch was left. Recalling the ending of a sad romance you’d watched last week—the husband never remembered his poor wife after the accident—you shut your eyes for several seconds, and the tears roll down your cheeks like raindrops.

Perfect.

Pressing one hand to your temple and the other to your stomach, you stumble out of the bathroom in feigned dizziness, a pout on your face as you search through the crowd. 

Caleb is still with his teammates, chatting casually with the sports writer, but the way his eyes frantically scan the room betrays his nerves. Once his panicked gaze finds you hobbling toward him, he immediately rushes forward, wrapping an arm around you and cradling your head. “What’s wrong? What happened? I was keepin’ an eye on you, but I looked away for one second and you were gone.”

“Hurts,” you mumble, slumping into his arms and clinging to his jacket. “Think I drank something bad.” If plain ice water counts.

Caleb’s face darkens for a split second before he masks it with a soft frown. Previous conversation—and conversation partner—forgotten, he lifts you effortlessly and carries you through the sea of students. 

They part for him with the urgency of subjects making way for their king. And as your body jostles from the force of his hurried steps, you know you made the right decision tonight.

Caleb didn’t need that kind of admiration. Not from anyone but you.

Thanks to the path cleared for him, Caleb reaches the exit in seconds. And as you lie there limp in his arms, about to get your way once again, a boldness overtakes you. Smugly, you raise your head to lock eyes with the pouting sports writer, throwing her a shameless wink that Caleb would never think you capable of. Not when you were in dire need of his care. 

Her mouth dropping open in outrage is the last thing you see before the doors slide closed behind you. 

Satisfied, you nuzzle into Caleb’s neck as he carries you to his car and buckles you into the passenger seat. 

“You did the right thing, findin’ me right away,” he murmurs. “Just a few more minutes, and I'll get some medicine for you. I'll take care of you, just like I did back then.”

“Thank you,” you mumble feebly. “I didn't mean to ruin your night. I just don’t know what happened,” you whimper, using his short trip to the driver’s side to force fresh tears into your eyes.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he says firmly, gaze fixed on yours as he switches on the ignition. “How could you have known you’d get sick? It’s not like you planned it.”

“I guess,” you sniffle, hiding your smile with your shirtsleeve. “Still, though, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, pip-squeak. Now, let’s get you home.”

As his doting smile gives you butterflies, you can see why people like him so much. But unfortunately for them, you like him more.

[harunrabbani]

Debunking the Top 5 Confidence Myths: Empowering Students to Shine

Sixth former, Jayne, was in her final year of A-Levels and headed towards pure A’s. Her teachers expected her to get into a top tier university effortlessly.

But, there was a hitch. 

Mr Taylor, the Head of Sixth Form expressed his concerns to me. Jayne was extremely shy. Overcoming self-doubt was a nightmare for her. If anybody tried conversing with her, she would shut down. Her teachers were deeply disturbed she could sabotage access to the best English universities because of her refusal to communicate.

Despite the efforts of her parents and teachers, they couldn't make her budge. The traditional approach to confidence-building simply did not work.

Besides jeopardising her academic potential, this extreme shyness had other consequences. Jayne rarely participated in extracurricular activities and leadership opportunities at school. It was certainly going to hurt her future career and financial status.

Furthermore, this low level of confidence contributes to stress, anxiety, and self-doubt. Thus, harming her mental and emotional wellbeing.

Let's explore five common confidence myths, debunk the myths and share confidence tips that may help with students like like Jayne. Yes, you'll find out what happened to Jayne.

Myth 1: Extrovert Equals Confidence

The stereotypical extrovert is loud, sociable, and often the life of the party. In truth, confidence and extroversion are not related. Both introverts and extraverts can be highly confident people, but how it manifests usually differs.

The appearance of confidence in an extrovert can easily mask the hidden pain and suffering that individual is going through. At the age of 12, my family relocated from a multicultural community to a monocultural one. I was the only non-white at my school. 

The daily verbal abuse I was subjected to turned me into an introvert. So I put on a mask. I refuse to smile, stood tall and tried my best to look tough.

It worked. The rest of the kids at school thought I was confident. Little did they know how much fear and anxiety I was feeling every school day. I had just two friends at school. Otherwise, I was socially awkward.

Confidence transcends personality types. It is something that can be developed with a step-step-approach. It need not take as long as people imagine. 

Myth 2: Confident People are Always Confident

One would be forgiven to believe that confident people never have self-doubts, limiting beliefs, or “bad hair days”. In fact, a student may demonstrate supreme confidence in one or two subjects. Yet, may have self-doubt about other subjects.

When they're confident in a topic, they'll be inspired, energised and passionate about it. When confidence is low, they'll have lack of motivation, little energy and have low self-esteem about the topic.

Supreme confidence has the gift of spilling into other topics. In a way, the student is averaging up their confidence across subjects. Hence, my mantra:

"How do you do one thing with excellence is how you do everything with excellence”. 

A confident student is encouraged to strive for excellence in one subject first. Why? Because the strategies that got them there can be replicated in their other subjects. 

Fighting low confidence is a waste of energy. Embrace it instead. This has a healing effect on the mental and emotional wellbeing of the student. It’s also a good starting point from which to build confidence. 

Let’s not forget that confidence must be nurtured and practiced regardless of one’s abilities. 

Myth 3: Confidence is Arrogance

Arrogance is a double-edged sword. According to the Cambridge Dictionary, "arrogance is the quality of being unpleasantly proud and behaving as if you’re more important than others". 

A confident person, on the other hand, can be an individual positively expressing their abilities boasting. Arrogance, however, is often highly subjective because it can be swayed by perceptions.

For example, you can confidently give a presentation on a familiar topic. One member of the audience might praise your knowledge, wit and wisdom. In the same audience, another person may think you're arrogant, pretentious and a know it all.

Who is correct?

Myth 4: Confidence Requires BIG Wins

When observing others move forward with their studies and extracurricular activities, it’s easy to say “she was an overnight success”. Having such a belief raises the bar for oneself. We often fail to meet such high standards. As a result, self-worth about success in that topic falters.

"Comparing yourself to another is the fast-track to mediocrity and failure. The only person worthy of comparison is the present version of you to yesterday's version."

Think of an individual signing up for weight training for the first time. After a week of training, they will not walk out of the gym having a body that looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime.

It’s the continuous daily practice, rest, and appropriate nutrition that leads to such a body for Arnie.  

Aiming for top grades and GCSEs are nowhere near as daunting as aiming for My Olympia. Students have a finite time (two years) to achieve their grades. It’s the daily consistent practice – the micro wins – that lead to results. NOT the big wins. 

Myth 5: Confidence Comes Before Action. 

We need to debunk this confidence myth quickly and as frequently as we can. It is one of the causes of hesitation, deliberation, and procrastination.

The neural networks associated with confidence do not materialise from thin air. The neural (nerves) pathway have to be built incrementally and deliberately over time. This means

Having clarity the goal (e.g. four A's)

Daily, consistent practice

Feedback and appraisal

Adjusting and adapting when necessary.

Confidence arises as an outcome of these steps. For example, an A-Level student’s goal may be to get the best grades in order to get into the university of choice. This means appropriate exam grades.

So how about practising with past exam papers two or more times a week? Week in, week out? Confidence to sit exams is inevitable.

From Extremely Shyness to Supreme Confidence

Jayne knew how to play shy. In social interactions, she blushes, gets sweat palms, upset stomach, and worries about how others view her. Hence, she withdraws even more. She feels out of control.

Jayne also knows how to achieve top results in all her subjects…with excellence. Then, we let her take control of those things that are in her control.

She was trained in controlling her anxiety through breathing exercise taken from yoga. Jayne was taught how to adopt a different body language from the one she was accustomed to.  

She repeated affirmations to undermine her limiting beliefs and replace them with empowering ones. We also taught her a simple meditation to calm her nervousness and worries. 

Finally, she was trained in how to socially interact using a 5-step process on communicating that helped train Jayne to become a conversationalist. 

Closing Remarks

No amount of training will change Jayne into an extrovert. She is not wired that way. But with training and coaching, she has developed into a more confident young adult. with a brighter future.

Confidence is not an accident at birth. It has to be nurtured. A student attaining confidence does not guarantee it permeating into all areas of life. Each area has to be addressed separately.

It’s also acceptable to “lose” confidence sometimes. When you're on the path to excellence, failing or losing confidence is a critical feedback mechanism to adjust. It requires humility, open-mindedness and a little courage to get started.

Please note: Names have been changed to protect privacy.

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[slytherinshua]

➷　CUPID SOCIETY　( 엔시티 위시 )

      summary . . . nct wish hyung line as cupids in training!!

genre fluff , cupid au , headcanons , nct wish hyung line x reader   cw arrows and potion consumption lol , like usual i struggled with yushi so i'm sorry if his sucks idk why i'm so bad at writing him :') , not proofread   wc 650   request no   note this was supposed to be an ot6 headcanon but i was running out of ideas for maknaes :( i will probably write the maknae line ver of this soon tho!! for now just the hyung line </3 maknae line version now posted   net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

OH SION ﾐ 오시온

does not take his cupid training seriously at all

once he gets his own bow and arrows this man is a menace

shoots arrows at people for his own entertainment

will play evil cupid

if two people on campus hate each other he’s gonna shoot an arrow at least one of them and giggle while watching them fall for each other

his matches have a surprisingly high turnout rate though

once the effects of his arrows wear off the couple is usually still infatuated with each other

this inflates his ego though

will not use his “skills” on demand for anyone

no matter how much another student offers to pay him 

and his ability to refuse any offer he gets just makes him get even more

and this boosts his ego even more until he’s almost insufferably full of himself

his ego is eventually shut down by you though

when you start to compete with him over who can be a better cupid

and eventually one of your arrows ends up hitting him

the boy is down bad for you from that moment on

perhaps that was your plan the entire time 

MAEDA RIKU ﾐ 前田 陸

riku is the type of student that everyone loves

he’s always showing people around and helping them out

as if he’s been attending the school for decades

knows all the in’s and out’s

is somehow friends with every teacher

even knows secret pieces of knowledge about cupids and their magic

and he really likes to share the things he knows with people close to him

builds up a reputation this way as someone that is impossible to dislike 

and he’s seriously popular with the girls as well

not that any of them land a date with him though

the one thing he does keep secret is the person he’s been crushing on since he first stepped into the school

although he is very talented with a bow and arrow

and can also concoct a pretty strong love potion

he knows not to use his magic on you

it would be wrong to make you fall in love with him like that

and he would feel too guilty about it 

so he stays admiring you from the background hoping one day he’ll get the courage to ask you out

but lucky for him he won’t have to wait too long :)

TOKUNO YUSHI ﾐ 得能勇志

he’s quite inconspicuous  

doesn’t talk very much and is quite shy with other students 

so no one really gets to know him well

if they did, they would find out how passionate he truly is as a new cupid

he spends most of his time sharpening his arrows or trying new potion recipes

he even concocts his own potions that have never been done before

he doesn’t have anyone to test them out on, so he has to be his own test subject

they’re usually ineffective despite his attempts at researching

when the potions go wrong, he goes missing from classes for days at a time

you’ve noticed yushi from the sidelines and became curious about his disappearances

you decide to become his friend to find out why

which is hard at first because he’s incredibly awkward and it takes a while to get comfortable with him

but, with persistence, you do 

he tells you about his potions, which you find fascinating 

and finally having someone who is genuinely interested in him and what he’s doing is the push yushi needs to gain some confidence

you become best friends and always hang around each other

eventually, you test out one of yushi’s new potions with him

and it goes a little wrong right

yushi is so used to his potions failing that he hadn’t expected this one to work quite so well

now he has to deal with his best friend utterly enamoured with him every second of the day

but maybe that isn’t such a bad thing

nct wish taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @kangtaehyunzzz,, @eternalgyu,, @lexeees,, @nyukyusnz,, @planetkiimchi,,

@haecien,, @talkingsaxy,, @thesunsfullmoon,, @hursheys,, @mjupis,,

@lilly-cherry7,, @kpopandbookschild,, @taroddori,, @lexeees,, @voikiraz,,

@xikskrrrs,, @cupidslovearrows,, @yvshi

[jsbluu]

left on seen - a park jisung smau

you, a first year college student at ncit university, "stumble" upon the twitter account of your campus crush, park jisung. you've had a crush on him since your junior year of high school, but he always seemed to have a flock of girls (one girl) chasing after him.

out of a boost of confidence (and maybe a little too much to drink), you decide to send him a dm. what's the worst that could happen? he has thousands of followers, it's not like he's ever gonna see it.. right?

wrong! will jisung reply to you and fall in love? or will you just become another girl lost in his dms. read to find out!

disclaimer: none of the characters in this smau depict the idol's real personalities. everything you see is completely fictional!

➨ pairing: park jisung x fem!reader

➨ posting schedule: wednesdays & saturdays at 5pm cst

➨ status: ongoing!

➨ genre: failed humor, suggestive innuendos, underage drinking, cursing, slowburn, “strangers” to friends to lovers, ANGST, sewerside jokes, an evil woman trying to come between them, jealous jisung, jealous y/n, for the sake of the story everybody is the same age, mentions of side effects from hangovers including nausea (absolutely NOTHING explicit as i do have emetophobia), random mentions of characters that are not technically introduced, SO much miscommunication it’s actually crazy, may or may not be a smut scene in this eventually..

➨ taglist: closed

➨ a/n: this smau was heavily inspired by "score that goal" by @/lqfiles! score that goal was the first smau i ever read and i immediately fell in love. thank you for inspiring me to make my own! i'd also like to thank by bestie/loml for helping me create this entire thing, from the title down to the plot itself, i lub you >_<

y/n's friend group | jisung's friend group | honourable mentions

chapter 1: party time!

chapter 2: 13 reasons why

chapter 3: it’s so jover :(

chapter 4: new friends!

chapter 5: first day of class

chapter 6: study buddies (not!)

chapter 7: awkward silence

chapter 8: rem

chapter 9: alley oop

chapter 10: shared pages

chapter 11: three’s a crowd

chapter 12: jisung’s tweet

chapter 13: yes or no?

chapter 14: she said yes!

chapter 15: two to one (to two)

chapter 16: the aftermath

chapter 17: blooming confusion

chapter 18: yikes!

chapter 19: damage control

chapter 20: plan a

chapter 21: a long overdue apology

chapter 22: it worked!

chapter 23: jisung is STUPID (ft s’mores and mark)

chapter 24: he’s a directioner?!

chapter 25: a little TOO friendly

chapter 26: the bet

chapter 27: party time pt.2!

chapter 28: mistletoe by justin bieber

chapter 29: go with the flow

chapter 30: they’re onto me..

chapter 31: please invest in a diary

chapter 32: IDGAF!

chapter 33: get that d!

chapter 34: y/nsung official date

chapter 35: hallway couple

chapter 36: step back

chapter 37: ..did he fumble?

chapter 38: plot twist

chapter 39: stinky flowers and tears

chapter 40: mission: confrontation

chapter 41: the showdown

chapter 42: message received !

end

© jsbluu | please do not copy, reupload, or translate my work.

[monstas1ut]

Unforeseen

SATORU GOJO x black!nerdy!reader

Summary

__ garden tool!Satoru Gojo is the hoe of jujutsu college, he’s known by many.. for good looks, funny commentary, and a big slinky dick he can’t keep in his pants. What happens when he gets ahold of black!nerdy!reader who has read too many smut books…

Content

__ black!reader, female!reader, gojo is a hoe, unprotected risky sex, creampies, slight power bottom!reader, dirty talk, floor sex, oral, worshipping cock, pussy drunk Satoru, lots of teasing

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

A/n : I did not read this over…lol

Sweet angels almost always fall to the inevitable conclusion of becoming corrupted. Could anyone imagine the bright blue eyed whore of a man being a sweet angel? The answer to that daring question was no. Not even the most artistic souls that specialized in imagination couldn’t see that man being anywhere near angelic. Sure, his hair was as white as precious angel wings but his actions made even the devil flustered.

If there was one person on campus that knew nothing of this so-called angel, they must be new to the school. And how funny is that? Your eyes were all bright and bold behind your lens, only trying to read the printed words in the sweet book that you brought a few days ago. Unfair to you, your friend continuously spat out nonsense about a certain someone. To be honest, you had no care or wonder about this person, you didn’t care if his dick was 50 feet, you just simply weren’t interested.

Being new to a college was like death already. The large buildings, the huge campus that felt like a terrible maze, the shitty yet interesting students. All of it was truly too much for you, a girl who radiated sweet angel energy.

“And they said he got like 40 bodies”

“Anddd that is a walking std..” you muttered this under your breath, flipping the thin page of your book as you breathed in the sweet calming air of the library. Honestly it’s the most comfortable library you’ve ever been in. Nobody was really here, that is, other than you and your lovestruck friend who had her whorish tendencies. However, you judged her not one bit. Sometimes men are just too hot for their own good.

“He is not. I heard he got tested for everything last week.” With confidence boosting from her and her tongue making an appearance to show how excited she was.. it made you laugh. “Girl. That boy got his business practically runnin ‘round here like a roadrunner.” You blurted out, still keeping your quietness to a level. It was quite hard to do so, especially since what she said was so hilarious. This.. Gojo guy really had the bitches after him.

You shall not be one.

That’s what you said in your head when you began leaving the library with your friend. That’s what you thought. There’s just no way a real life guy could compete with the fictional glory of men. When they were written correctly your pussy was like an excited dog, and as the owner of said sex organ, you had to tell her multiple times to sit down. But as stated, you only feel that absorbing need when it’s a fictional man.

So how come the second you see this Satoru Gojo guy walking past the library, your pussy starts leaking? It was far from realistic, it was like a poorly written love at first sight scene. The slow motion occurs, Sakura flower petals are flowing right past you and he’s giving you the most sinister smirk. He might’ve winked at you as well but you did not look hard enough to tell. You just about burnt your heel considering how quickly you turned on it. And if you had pearls they would be clutched in both hands.

Ridiculous it was. That man was over 6 feet tall, his jawline was sculpted by God personally and his eyes were just unreal. This was so unreal that it pissed you off… Not only that, but that was your first encounter with him, though, luckily not your only.

Swallowed up by your thoughts and smutty little brain, you began having some dreams about him. It was quite unfair as well. You weren’t an ugly girl, no, but your confidence with talking to men and the way you portray yourself just wasn’t giving you a great outcome. A hobbit you were, so, every party, every event, you merely stayed away. Those things were filled with horn dogs and cheaters. Not saying you aren’t a horny beast but you could control it.

Besides, while college life is filled with unexpected events, drama, and experiences, you always focus on school itself. Maybe that is why Satoru found you so interesting. It was obvious actually, obvious to everyone but you. See, considering you are new, you do not know Satoru’s character or the way he goes about things. Number one thing he loves doing is making it seem like he’s fairly interested in a girl. Sitting next to her constantly, being all sweet, showing genuine interest in her hobbies… The man was slick in his own twisted ways.

But unfortunately he has met his match.

According to everyone else, you brought the opposite of Gojo Satoru to the school. You were the female angel, sweet and kind, quiet yet attentive. People felt genuine energy flowing from you right into them, and your beauty fit the description of your own character traits. You were that sweet angel that people spoke of. But people still fail to realize that as a teen, Satoru was a sweet angel too. And what happens to all sweet angels? Unforeseen circumstances.

“Liar… Just tell the truth already…” Your pretty eyes glanced around the shabby room filled with boxes of books and some old computers here and there. Today you were tasked by the librarian to switch out some books that were rotting on the shelves. It was a rich Friday, and she always entrusted you to not do anything drastic on Friday. But oh was she wrong this time…

“Okay so I’ve been with aroundddd…. 10, 35…- 60 people. Porn stars got more bodies than me!” There he is in all his stride, attempting to swallow you up in this trap of innocence. With over 60 bodies theres just no way a drop of innocence would even save him. Not to add salt to your wound, but his troublesome, sky blue eyes were watching you intently while you walked around the room. He could notice your slight tremble, your anxiousness and your heat that radiated off you. He knew when a woman wanted him , and he was sure you did.

At first he thought you’d want nothing to do with him. A girl that keeps her bag so deep in her side, filled with books and notebooks for each class? That’s an organizational trait, and that burned him like holy water burning a demon.

“You don’t consider yourself a pornstar by now? You practically fucked every girl in our government class” you might’ve been a bit more on the blunt side, staring into his eyes without a lick of trouble casting. To be frank, Satoru enjoyed the sass from you. It was something he hadn’t experienced, he also enjoyed watching how your sun kissed skin would glow just under a shitty light. He wasn’t falling in love, no, he’s just never had someone like you before. You’re merely a sentence on his checklist.

Fuck y/n till she’s drooling out.

And the only reason you’re even on his sinful checklist is because he simply figures you’re a freak. There’s a premonition he has of you, this creative picture in his mind that he knows is about 80 percent true. For one, you enjoy hiding your physical assets instead of showing them off. Secondly, his glimpses of the front covers of your books has done him well to know that you’re smut crazy. Third, you are quite pretty without makeup.

He wants that.

“Nah.. maybe for you I could be. I’m not taking anything up the ass though” his joke was met with his own slight laughter as he leaned more against the frame of the door. Great, trapping you in here. You had no idea how he even knew you were here. One second he’s drowning in people at a party he threw himself and now he’s here messing with you at 11am. He really wanted to check you off his list…

It made you cringe, but his appearance was nothing to cringe about. He was wearing one of those nice fitting compression shirts, a black one with those forbidden, unspoken, grey sweatpants. Who doesn’t love that..? Who doesn’t love the obvious pole in his pants, all rock hard and just aching for you to play with it. His mischievous little playful smirk started to show while your imaginary scene took over.. He caught you staring at his bulge and that was just game over for you.

That’s before your eyes sharpened, you finger demandingly pointing in his direction.

“I’m not fuckin you Satoru…” you stood your ground, only having those thoughts disperse into thin air. You were serious.

“I’m not fuckin you Satoru~ . That’s what you said to me.. remember~?”

His joking manner made you sick to your stomach, or maybe it was his cocky smirk that revealed his pretty white teeth. Either way, the joke was on you for now. You were the one with a cock deep in your throat. It ached, but your gag reflex was minimal. Satoru took interest in that quickly. He wondered what you did to train it that way…

“Do you go around just sucking dick?.. how come I can fuck your throat-… shit-.. like this?” Satoru will admit, as much as he loved teasing you, a part of him was just a tad bit worried. Your piercing, dark eyes were staring up at him with glossy barriers. And this is while he’s slowly slipping in and out of your throat. He’s never had a girl do such a thing. It made his heart flutter, it made his cock jolt.

“Naughty girl~.. i knew I was right.” He chuckled a bit, mixing with a deep rumble of a moan as he tensed up. He could feel your pretty little pink tongue caressing the underside of his cock. Monster, that’s what you were, especially while your knees burned and stung. No matter to you, all you could think about was making this man crazy about you.

Your chin was drenched in your own saliva, but a satisfied look attached to your face. Satoru stopped rocking his pelvis into your face because he felt himself slipping. As a sex god, there’s no way he’d fail to deliver, especially to a virgin. Then again, with the way his baby blue eyes watched you grip his cock finally.. and start bobbing your head? Satoru felt that hint of heaven he’d never truly experienced.

An electric shock stunned him. “Oh fuck-… this is gonna be fun..” He could barely speak without a groan releasing from his throat, of course it was going to be fun.. But he hasn’t realized that this fun was going to be all yours. He hasn’t fully grasped the concept of you, and that was truly unfortunate. This man’s cock, how pretty and thick it was.. how it had a slight curve… the way it held weight, you loved it. You had to cherish it.

Call it worship, call it using.. you simply couldn’t care, you just enjoyed sucking his cock. You slurped up your saliva that was mixed with his Precum, he tasted a bit too salty but it would do. You spit the naughty substance right back on his cock before slurping it up all over again. Shoving his cock back inside that wet cavern of greatness. That tongue of yours definitely enjoyed his tip more than anything. Swirling it around the pink sensitivity, Gojo could feel his knees buckle. It happened so quickly that he felt like he was going to fall.

Did he want to back out? You were a shitty little demon, he kinda did but he would not back down. He noticed you were a demon when you’d personally slap his weighty dick on your tongue. Only to make a moan slip from your throat when you swallowed him again.. Your throat was so tight, he could feel his stomach turning in knots as he tried absolutely so hard not to hurt you. See, Satoru is known for gripping a girl’s hair but for some odd reason he noticed that you were just a little too precious to his cock for him to hurt you like that.

Besides, he was going brain dead anyway. From being nothing but a whore, he didn’t have much brains anyway, but now he was just gone for good. The room was filled with the gross sounds of gurgling and dry moans that could make your pussy just drip. Speaking of, you were so damn horny that you were using one hand to caress that pretty cock Satoru had.. the other had slid to your nether regions. You played with the pretty, glistening pearl that was between your pussy lips.. completely entranced with sucking on this man’s cock. It shocked Satoru.. he couldn’t believe his eyes.

You were having so much fun.

“Fuck.. stop… shit-.. shit-…” Satoru doesn't really know what happened to him, he doesn’t know if it was your tongue underneath his cock, the slurping, the sucking, or the fact that you were touching yourself at the same time… or maybe it was the moans that vibrates against his cock. All of it was unfair, he didn’t know what it was but he needed to cum… he didn’t want to.

“Damn-…” he repeated, his usual jokes were gone, he couldn’t think of anything or say anything. All he could do was stare into your mischievous eyes as he finally gripped at your hair. Sure it hurt, but you couldn’t think straight either.. you’ll scold him later.

But with such an angelic, sexy moan coming from past his lips, you didn’t know if you could scold him. Especially not with your mouth suddenly being filled with warm, white, sticky cum. It was all so sudden, and it was just as much as the others said. So much came out of him… so much to swallow. That sent Satoru over the edge, that was it… you took first place in sucking him off… but god did he want to rip you off of him. He was overstimulated… and you were still slurping up every drop. Your lips felt like hell to him right now, he was actually jolting.

“Ah-… ah shit.. get off…”Satoru finally caught his breath when you actually did. His cock not yet limp but it was sensitive. But what was more sensitive was his ego, and you were tearing it down by smirking up at him. Fuck, it got his blood boiling. Satoru was not one to get mad and he wasn’t officially mad but he had a smidge of agitation. You really think you could just do that to him? What else did you think you could do?

“You didn’t taste that good but your dick is pretty.” You said bluntly, your angelic facade completely washed away as he leaned back onto a nearby wall. There was absolutely nothing in the room but dusty boxes and a table that would probably fall if you two were to fuck on it. He was still recovering, but he got a thrill just watching you look around.. he just knew you were looking around for a place to fuck.

“You faker… You gotta have about 20 bodies under your belt..” the white haired male spat out, genuinely confused. You slightly rolled your eyes before you started to slowly remove your pants. “Just three.. all previous boyfriends so this is the first time I’m dealin with a guy outside of a relationship..” you admitted, giving him a playful smirk before your pants dropped.. leaving you in your comfy hoodie. But gojo could see.. your body was as beautiful as he knew it to be. “I’m not seeing it. You been with more-..”

“It’s bout’ to feel that way reallll soon”

The way you said that gave him a reason to brace himself. Although, that still wasn’t enough for what was now happening to him. All he could see was a huge, juicy ass bouncing on him as he laid on the cold rustic floor.. Satoru was damn sure happy you were turned the other way, because his eyes… those pretty eyes were just rolling back without hesitation. The second you slid his cock in, it felt like sweet sensations. Those walls were so tight together, like nobody has ever been inside. But, your feet were planted on the floor with ease, and you were just bouncing and bouncing.

The shitty little room you two were in was so empty, so the echoes of your thick ass clapping, was loud. Satoru was damn near afraid you’d break his pelvis from bouncing down like that. But his worries disappeared once he heard those melodies come from your mouth.

“Big ass dick… Course’ you’ll have girls runnin.. but they can’t take it as good as me..” you spoke clear, but your moans were lacing each word. Satoru could understand you, and he could see it with clear eyes. You took his cock like a champ, it disappeared every second into your soaking wet cunt, all brown, sloppy from saliva and Precum. All satoru could do was reach forward and take a tight feel of your ass cheeks. He kind of pulled them just to watch your tight pussy take his pale girth, and your asshole winking at him…

“Damn sure can’t…” Satoru’s words were slurred, this man saw stars in the air as he breathed out shakily. It was hard for him to keep good oxygen in his lungs because you were bouncing it out of him.. The sex was so intense that he was sweating.. and he wasn’t even doing the moving for once. His limbs were sticking to the floor and surely that was unsanitary but all he cared about was your pussy.. oh that pretty thing. The man began to chuckle, feeling like he was loosing it inside your cunt.

How did you know he was losing it? He was trying so hard to keep his moans in, and his toes were damn near crossing over each other.. like he was begging for some help.. he felt betrayed even though he predicted this! He was the one that said you were a secret freak! He was the one that said those smut books probably did you well…

“What the fuck is happening…”

“You gettin harder… that’s cuz you about to cum..”

“No I’m nottt-..” Satoru sounded like he was whining, but he knew his legs weren’t trembling for no reason. You could feel it, your orgasm wasn’t truly there yet but you hoped he was getting there. You needed to teach him a lesson. “I’m so gonna fuck you till you-” poor thing couldn’t even finish his sentence. He choked up, all while he felt the bell being hit. That last bounce you gave him was enough for the snake to take his breath away. His moan almost sounded inhuman, rugged as he splashed his cum in your pretty kitty.

He couldn’t even pull out, he had no time to do that. That wasn’t even an option…

“Till I what?.. finish your sentence..” you teased him, slowly slipping him from your death grip of a pussy. He watched the white substance drip from your hole and it just put him on alert. His cock was still standing, and that’s what amazed you. “Till my buddy goes down..” Satoru breathed out, realizing it was just not budging. He knew he had to fuck you.. and from what all you just did to him? He had to ruin you… and the second you proposed yourself to him? Your pretty ass in the air with that perfect arch slightly covered by that obnoxious hoodie?

“You’re a faker…”

It just had him stunned… he should’ve known when you took of your glasses before sucking him off.. he should’ve known when you’d speak so bluntly. How come he was so right but it was still unpredictable?

“You’re just-.. too good..” he whispered, getting right behind your plush ass. He almost felt like he was torturing his cock by slipping it back inside that warmth of yours..his cum mixed with your juices started gushing around his cock, dripping down his balls…

“I’m gonna tap out again, man…”

ⓒ Monstas1ut, do not copy

[asunflowerana]

eye candy — Sakusa Kiyoomi

summary: only you have kiyoomi's heart. and he'll make sure every single one knows that.

It's lunch break, and Kiyoomi peacefully savors his beef stew, his cousin making him company as usual, sitting beside him at the table far from the noisy students. Among the cafeteria, comments about the next volleyball match can be heard, especially with the semifinals of the spring tournament qualifiers, wondering if the team’s star will keep up with his performance or fail to give the school another victory.

What does he think about their opinion? 

Well, actually, he just doesn't care. 

Sakusa doesn’t play to get fan’s approval or popularity: he plays because he enjoys what he does. Being noticed is just an effect of his efforts to become a professional someday, and even though the spotlight brings some benefits, he wouldn’t mind if his whole fanclub disappeared suddenly. Most of their support is superficial and sham, too shallow for his liking. 

Who truly matters to Omi is those who have always been there for him, way before his rise. Like you, for example. 

His favorite fan.

He cares for you so, so much, in a way he never imagined he could do it. It’s strange, now thinking of it, how someone so skeptical about love before now does anything possible to show you how much he appreciates your existence, and how grateful he is for being yours, and for having the honor of calling you his. 

If it depends on Sakusa, this will remain for the rest of his life.

Motoya’s a front row spectator of your relationship, being there since the moment you and his cousin first interacted with each other, you politely asking to borrow one of his pens in History class. Imagine the blonde’s shock when he saw Omi not cleaning the pen after you’ve returned.

He was the first one to hear about the brunette's feelings, the one who helped him pick the first date place, the flowers, the gifts, even the dorky letters Omi sent to your address, wanting to be different from the usual texting-guys. If there’s one person in the world who knows how crazy in love Sakusa Kiyoomi is for you, it’s Motoya. He isn’t bothered at all, having a lot of fun every time he watches his cousin getting all doki doki whenever you’re around.

And how protective he gets when you’re not. 

“Sakusa.” A girl suddenly approaches their table, her sultry but invasive voice interrupting the chewing of both cousins. If Motoya’s not mistaken, this girl is Tai, one of Class D students. He secretly grimaces, already predicting the reason she came to talk to Omi, like all the other girls that has been crushing on his cousin. 

Poor girl.

Kiyoomi doesn’t even look up from his food, preparing a spoon full of vegetables. “Yes?”

“Um-” She fidgets a little with the disinterest in his tone, but a charming smile appears on her face nonetheless. Oh, she’s trying hard. “I just came to wish you a good game this Friday. I’ll be cheering for you on the stands.”

“Hmmm.” He doesn’t even hide his boredom, contemplating the pleasing taste of the seasoned stew. He hopes the staff used gloves while preparing it this time. “Didn’t know you were part of the cheer’s team.” 

“N-no!” She chuckles a little too loud, trying to hide her nervousness. “I’m not part of the team. I just… I wanted to cheer just for you, you know? Give you some boost for the game.”

Unfortunately for her, this time he raises his gaze until it finds her anxious eyes, which averts when they notice the unpleasant frown on his face. “Boost? Do you think I need your cheers to play well?”

“N-not at all. But, you know, having an eye candy could help you play even better.”

Motoya snorts loudly, not being able to hold how impressed he is by the girl’s dumb confidence. Is she that clueless? Sakusa has been dating you for almost six months, there’s no way she doesn’t know by now that he’s taken. He watches as his cousin stares at her for a few uncomfortable seconds, his cold glare making even him uncomfortable. Thank goodness, he is not the target this time.

“I don’t see any eye candy here.” Short and frank, Omi answers her move.

Tai looks clearly dejected, but she took the hint that insisting wouldn’t do any good to her side. To lessen the embarrassing moment, she nods at him, pretending his words didn’t have an effect on her heart, and she offers him a brief goodbye before rushing away from their table, shoulders slowly falling with shame.

“Oof, that one hurted.” Motoya breaks the silence, his eyes widening as he checks his wristwatch. “Twenty-five seconds! It’s your new ditch record, Omi-kun.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes at his comment, having another spoon of his stew “She's been trying that for weeks. She even knows ______.”

“Well, I think she got the message now.” The blonde chuckles, eyes twinkling as he spots you entering the cafeteria right after his comment. He raises his left hand and waves at you with a smile, succeeding in catching your attention.. “And look who’s coming to the party.”

From his cousin's excited tone, Omi has a pretty good guess on who he’s referring to, and he instinctively searches through the crow to check it out. It’s amazing how Omi’s semblance lights up when he sees you. The transformation is visible, and if he could, Motoya would totally take a picture of his cousin’s starstruck face right now.

“Hey guys!” You greet them as soon as you get closer, and your boyfriend immediately takes a chair from the closest table and arranges beside him for you to sit on. Motoya holds back a laugh, and you thank him with a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Omi.”

Hearts could come out of Sakusa’s eyes.

“You’re so beautiful today.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, making you giggle in that sweet way that makes his heart flutter every single time.

“Okay lover, you can go back to eat, she won’t go anywhere.” His cousin cracks a joke, but the brunette doesn’t even pay attention to his words, choosing to focus on you instead.

The displays of affection don’t stop, and he doesn’t even notice how sappy (but sweet) he’s being with you. He holds your hand on top of the table, absently stroking your skin with his thumb and occasionally kissing the back of it; he nuzzles your head when you cuddle his arm, loving to smell the scent of your shampoo; he looks at you intently as you speak about your last class, paying attention to every word that comes out of your pretty mouth like it’s the most important speech he’s ever heard.

Motoya doesn’t know if he looks the other way in disgust, or if he just smiles, happy that his cousin has finally found someone special for him. Or if he takes some pictures of sweet Omi, which would be a good opportunity to make fun of him later.

“Okay guys, I’ll catch up with you later.” The blonde announces, figuring you’d better have your privacy; being the third wheel can be really tiring sometimes.“ Omi, see you at the warm-up. Enjoy your time together, lovebirds.” The blonde leaves, leaving the two of you more comfortable getting closer to each other. Omi kisses your cheek sweetly before caressing it with his palm.

“Will you watch the match today?” He questions, loving the idea of spotting your beautiful self in the middle of the game. 

The question sounds a little strange to your ears, because you almost never lose his games. But you choose to answer regardless, caressing his scalp full of curly locks, to his delight. “Yes, of course I’ll be there.”

“Good.” A small smile of his grows with your touch. “I need my eye candy.”

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[knnichs]

if you could be mine, if we could be us

— wherein he realizes that he's fallen in love with you.

c. akira, akechi, ryuji, yusuke

t. fluff, gn!reader, reader is a member of the phantom thieves and is a persona user, joker & akira have incredibly opposite personalities (tad bit exaggerated), kamoshida & madarame mention (sorry), yusuke forgives madarame, minor spoilers for akechi & yusuke, no/very little dialogue, wc: 1.5k

The mementos may not be the best time to think about it, but Akira can’t help but blush. He finally noticed that he has feelings for his best friend.

After hearing the rest of the group tease him about having a soft spot for you—you would expect the leader of the Phantom Thieves to be a little smart, but he’s surprisingly unfazed that they realized it before he did.

Recently, you saw how Joker had been more of a show-off during battle. With flashy moves and unnecessary very cliche lines when interrogating a shadow, (which you are very sure he practiced in front of the bathroom mirror in Leblanc) all while having the energy to have a signature finishing move when defeating an opponent. He becomes more chatty, more confident—more cocky. You love seeing Joker enjoying his time, but in all honesty it’s a bit unsettling. The usually quiet-but-snarky leader is suddenly talkative. What happened?

As a joke, you confronted him about it in a teasing manner. “Joker, somethin’ good happen?” You would say. All you will get is a smile as he waves off the question, “Nothing specific happened.”

Unfortunately, as soon as you return to reality, he will continue back to his usual self. It’s as if a shift happened to his entire personality as soon as he had the mask on. The truth is, being in the metaverse does somewhat help with how he is feeling. It gives him the confidence boost he needs to be just the tiniest bit more like a guy you could only read in books. He still acts like a proper gentleman, even in reality, but his metaverse self—Joker, is exactly the kind of person who would unironically steal your heart. Being on television and having fangirls of his own, you would at least expect him to take advantage of his charm just to impress you, no?

Akechi isn’t surprised. Not the slightest bit.

You were always willing to help him with academics—despite him already being smart to handle his studies and detective work. You say it’s so that he doesn’t go home so tired all the time. Each time he smiles and refuses your offer, saying he’s able to perfectly balance his work life with his school curriculars. Though this does lead to him being over exhausted one too many times.

You end up visiting Akechi in his apartment when you find the time, inviting him to a night out to destress. There is a slim chance you will find him in a vulnerable state; Drowsy and tired, heavy eyebags from another night of staying up. Maybe he hasn’t slept at all and has to decline your offer to take time to rest. Sometimes he is in a good mood, having free time after accomplishing another case and telling you about it as he invites you to his room. Other times he is incredibly busy, schedule packed with deadlines racking up. He’s exhausted and doesn’t have enough social battery to hang out with someone for the whole day, and you completely understand that. Being a student, a detective, and a celebrity all at once is overwhelming.

You do your best to show that you care about him with those little gestures. Copying notes he might’ve missed, saving presentations, and making reviewers for him to easily study when finals are near. He’s incredibly thankful for that, and in turn, he shows that he notices those gestures of yours by doing the same thing to you. He’s never had anyone that cared about him this much, and that alone is enough reason for him to slowly fall in love with you. Akechi would pick up little details and your small quirks and keep them in mind—your go-to drink, favorite restaurant, how you act when you’re especially stressed, he takes lots of mental notes on your behavior so he is well prepared to handle your little emotional outbursts.

He finds it easy to charm people with his looks and very outgoing personality, he has used this to try and woo you to like him—maybe your actions towards him had some sort of meaning and that you liked him. Unfortunately, it completely backfired. He ended up catching feelings for you in the process as soon as he saw you as someone who liked him for who he was. For some odd reason, this detective is not exactly good with love.

Ryuji gets nervous around you. Sweaty palms and stuttering sentences—you have this effect on him and he can’t break out of it.

You outshone the sun with your presence alone. He is very much so affected by it, Ryuji has never noticed this before with anyone else he’s been with. You were kind, compassionate, you loved helping people around you. Seeing how you were as eager to take Kamoshida down with him—with the rest of the Thieves—made him think that the two of you were on the same page when it came to thinking.

Ryuji is… Not the best person to rely on for academics, but he surely makes up for it with other things. With his (pretty much) outgoing personality, he does find it easier to invite you out to little “friendly” dates, he’d say. Having Ryuji as your food buddy is a good experience, and having him as a friend is an even better one. When you’re in an especially rough slump, he’s willing to be there by your side as a personal hype man. He would say he delivers the best pep talks and speeches, putting corny jokes into them to lighten the mood, and it’s safe to say that you laugh easier with him too.

He’s good at cheering you up, he doesn’t like seeing you in a tough spot. He loves your company too—so to see or even hear that anything bad happened to you is a no-go for him. It takes a while for it to register that he started having feelings for you, he’s pretty oblivious, even to himself. So you may need to initiate the first move at times. Once it’s hit him, he’ll be a little bit more extra clingy, but a little distant at the same time. He’s a bit overwhelmed with the butterflies you give him, but give it time and he’ll do his best to make a move on you too.

Yusuke wonders if you’re sick of him yet.

He’s constantly asking you to model for his paintings, constantly bugging you to go with him to visit parks and shrines. Museum trips are definitely a must when you meet with him, and you most likely have to pay for the entrance fee as well. And the food, and the little souvenirs they have. (Well, the souvenirs were your choice. You thought he would appreciate the gift.) With him being short on money because of his passion, he understands if you ever stop wanting to respond to his messages. Surprisingly, you do not. You plan some of those hangouts yourself—and Yusuke is, well… Touched, you could say.

He shows his appreciation by being a little more open with you, trusting you with more of his feelings; ranting to you about certain missions you did in the mementos or how Joker is a bad driver, maybe how his art block is eating him alive and it's frustrating how he can’t find the proper inspiration. One topic about Madarame, how he still found the will to forgive him even after all he did to him and his mother. You listened, of course, and you’re glad he openly trusts you with these kinds of things.

Another way he shows that he is appreciative of what you do is with gifts. Traditional boxes of chocolates or handmade letters (made to look like calling cards) for holiday greetings, portraits of you, sketches of you, doodles of you… Suddenly everything about his life has been about you. He doesn’t dare show his sketchbook to everyone, god forbid. But you do notice him excessively asking you to pose in front of a gorgeous scenery in the park as he scribbles on a notepad. Weeks later, you never really see him make a painting of it despite saying so. He says it’s only to gain motivation, or to get himself warmed up to draw again—but truth be told; You just looked as gorgeous as the flowers that bloom in the bushes behind you, the clear, blue lake, and the sunny weather itself. Everything started to remind him of you, and he can’t help but pull up his contacts on his phone and call you again to have an “inspiration” walk.

this was absolutely adorable to write. can you tell who my favorite character is sob... anyway! this is my official debut to being a persona author too,, erm requests are open heart for persona 5! maybe not 3 yet. because i am in the very early stages.. ignore how i tagged this like an ao3 fi

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

You’re Mine.

synopsis: karina your childhood friend grows jealous because of the attention from girls you’ve been getting and accidentally confesses.

word count: 700+

Lowk don’t know how to make this longer, but I feel like it hits better short anyway.

You were the school's star athlete—the name on everyone’s lips, the reason the soccer team had a 30-win streak with only 7 losses. You weren’t just good; you were the game. The posters, the school news highlights, the way students lit up when you walked by—it was all normal to you now.

People fawned, girls swooned, and honestly? You didn’t mind. If anything, it was a nice little ego boost. Nothing serious.

But for Karina? It was torture wrapped in a smile.

She’d been your close friend since before the wins and fame. Back when you were just the kid chasing a ball barefoot in the rain. And somewhere along the way, feelings crept in—slow and quiet. She never said anything. Why would she? You were always surrounded by people. And she? She was the quiet genius—top of the class, never missing a deadline, never causing a scene.

But she noticed everything. The way you laughed at someone else’s joke. How you smiled when fans brought you snacks or cheered a little too loudly during your matches.

It was a day you’d never forget—the day the soccer team had won another game. The gym was filled with energy, the atmosphere electric from the thrill of victory. The crowd had cheered you on, and now, surrounded by a circle of girls, you were basking in their praise. They fawned over you, showering you with compliments, all for that game-winning goal you had scored. To you, it was nothing new. This was just part of the territory, the perks of being the school's star player. You took it all in stride, your usual confident smile in place, nodding politely as they continued their chatter.

But Karina? Karina stood at the edge of the crowd, her figure barely visible, her face a mixture of frustration and something deeper, something unspoken. She tried to make her way over to you, but the sea of girls surrounding you kept her at bay. She watched as you laughed, surrounded by the attention, and for the first time, it wasn’t just jealousy that gnawed at her—something more complicated, something far more painful.

Her friend, standing beside her, shot a glance toward Karina. “Seems like Y/N’s everyone’s ideal guy, huh?”

Karina’s gaze flickered briefly to her friend, but she said nothing in response. She could feel her heart racing, her hands balling into fists, and without another word, she turned and stormed out of the gym, leaving her friend behind, confused and worried.

Her friend wasn’t the only one concerned. Seeing Karina leave so abruptly sent a rush of unease through you. You excused yourself from the girls and quickly made your way outside. The evening air was cooler now, the once bustling gymnasium fading behind you. You spotted Karina walking away, her head low, her body language closed off. You called out to her, your voice tinged with concern.

“Karina! Where are you going?”

She didn’t stop. “Why? Aren’t you enjoying yourself with your fan club?” Her words were clipped, as if she didn’t even want to hear your response.

You felt a knot twist in your stomach. “Fan club?” You caught up to her, walking alongside her. “Karina, they’re just congratulating me and the team. It’s nothing—what’s going on with you?”

She shook her head, not looking at you. “I’m fine, Y/N. Don’t worry about it.”

You couldn’t let it go. “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad,” she said softly, her voice a little shakier than usual. “I just… I don’t like seeing people cling to you like that. It’s like they think you belong to them. But... you’re mine, Y/N.”

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even. Your heart pounded in your chest, each word she had spoken echoing in your mind

You stood there, caught off guard for a moment, but as her words settled, a smile tugged at your lips. "That's all, Karina?" you asked softly. "Even with all these people, my eyes have always been on you."

Her breath caught, and for a split second, she froze. You stepped closer, your voice low and steady. "It’s always been you, Karina. Don’t forget that."

She stared at you, her cheeks flushed, her expression a mix of surprise and something deeper, unspoken.

[robin-evry]

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐘𝐔𝐔 🐺🍃

The Xianzhou Yaoqing's Merlin's Claw and one of the Seven Arbiter-Generals. Unconventional and straightforward, she exudes effortless charm. She is skilled in all forms of martial arts and has honed herself into a supreme weapon. She is widely adored by Xianzhou soldiers and civilians alike as "The Vanquishing General." However, she bears the burden of the Moon Rage affliction. If she were to hunt down all the abominations in her limited lifetime — then the only enemy Feixiao has would be herself.

Many students theorize whether or not Feixiao!yuu might be a descendant of a divine beast due to their abilities is nothing like a regular beast man possessed.

Fei xiao!yuu presence at NRC is like a swift breeze cutting through a stagnant room—elegant, precise, and utterly untouchable. Despite their quiet confidence and disciplined nature, their overwhelming speed and combat prowess make them a mystery to both students and staff alike.

Would never appear late, would go towards a morning jog and workout, and by far it's already 10 minutes before class started immediately get ready and run at max speed to make it to class. And when they made it a huge gust of wind swipe the entire class causing multiple papers books flying around due to how fast they're running.

The strongest beast man in the entire school Leona even acknowledged it, but wouldn't say it out loud. Fei Xiao!yuu has the capabilities to go head on head with malleus and have a large possibility of winning and for Lilia he even admits that fei Xiao!yuu would be able to take him down even during his prime. And during their first encounter with Leona after stepping on his tail before he could swing his leg fully it was caught mid air by them, telling him hitting someone for something so small is not nice.

One day, they challenged half of Savanaclaw to a sparring match and won, causing a massive uproar. Many savanaclaw students respect and admire fei Xiao!yuu calling them big sister or big brother.

They find subjects like History of Magic and Alchemy frustrating but people would still consider their grades Average or above but any hands-on subject is where they shine. They are particularly skilled in Spelldrive, often dominating matches with their speed and strength.f

Fei xiao!Yuu completes assignments with precision but never overcomplicates things. Prefers to finish work quickly and move on, often seen vanishing right after class like a phantom.

Epel mentor and big sibling, Feixiao!yuu would train grim upon physical abilities on many forms of martial arts as well how to wield some weapons causing a boost upon his strength able to take down multiple savanaclaw students. Which shocked vil.

The fastest amongst all the students or the world, every time they run or use their speed wind will follow them as well when they're running time seems to stop or move slower but they're just running faster than anything ( basically super speed ) and if they infuse their speed with their wind ability can make a tornado that sucks everything good for cleaning up debris or messes.

Students often turn their heads for a moment, only to find feixiao!yuu has disappeared without a sound. Even the cameras have a hard time catching them

Can avoid detection effortlessly, slipping past rule-enforcing Riddle or nosy Rook. However, Malleus and Lilia always seem to sense them, much to their irritation.

As well their skilled on multiple weapons impressed multiple students like rook and Lilia. When rook was practicing his archery Feixiao!yuu was wondering around walking at high speed noticed something wrong with rook stands and corrected him, Rook challenged them to demonstrate their abilities towards the bow and managed to shoot a leaf from a mile away where it's impossible to see or hit even experience hunters would have trouble.

Lilia also requested them to train some dismonia students and they accepted knocking multiple students soon a showdown happened between him and Feixiao!yuu it ended at a time, but at the time Lilia immediately knows Feixiao!yuu holding back afraid to hurt him in full strength

During any battle or fighting an overblot, feixiao!Yuu remains calm and focused. They treat Overblotted dorm leaders like a worthy adversary rather than a monstrous threat, Like a challenge.

Fei Xiao!yuu flying Aureus rarely appear due to them holding back because they know that these people are inexperienced but would use flying aureus only for emergencies. the first time they summon the spirit it was riddles overblot.

Similar towards their ultimate, fei Xiao!yuu would summon a tornado stunting riddle and send powerful punches towards his body and compress all the air in the tornado, as well summoning flying aureus to boost their strength sending riddle down to the ground creating a large crater Destroying the garden completely.

And this is how the theory of them is a descendant of a divine beast. Many would immediately stop and greet fei Xiao!yuu in the middle of the hallway. Which amused them.

Some students would try to lift up fei Xiao!yuu signature axe but no one has ever able to do it, even malleus trying to lift up the weapon. Fun fact Crowley forbade them from using their weapon at school so they mostly use their arms during battle, due to the risk of cutting the student who was overbloting.

Fei Xiao!yuu would never tell anyone about their moon rage curse afraid that they would distance themselves but as well hurt them, so when moon rage is happening during the middle of the battle fei Xiao!yuu tend to take it too far to the point of injuring the student after it they secluded themselves towards an empty place to meditate trying to keep their instinct under control.

The first years started to get worried why fei Xiao!yuu seem to be avoiding them so they follow them and find them meditating and when ace taps their shoulder, fei Xiao!yuu was still in a state of moon rage and pin ace down on the floor twisting his arm, his scream woke them up from the state. Good thing ace arm is fine but fei Xiao!yuu is more distant, they tried to Conor fei Xiao!yuu but they were too fast for them after catching up fei Xiao!You finally confess about their curse.

During malleus overblot thanks to their moon rage, fei Xiao!yuu manage to wake up and immediately go head to toe with malleus but during the battle fei Xiao!yuu is still in the moon rage mood so they have no self control or are aware of what's going on.

[venxomi]

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun Chapter 122 Analysis - Humanization, Determination & Growth

This chapter may have been short, but it is a very important and well written, character-focused chapter that is integral for setting up future content.

It begins where we left off in 121. Nene finally reaches the school in desperation, with the expectations that her friends would be right behind her. But that doesn't happen. Nene realizes, just as we have, that she is now by herself.

This is the first time Nene is truly by herself. Up until now, she always had someone to rely on and support her, whether it was Hanako, Kou, Akane or Teru. But not anymore. Realizing she's all alone, she still calls for Hanako in her mind, the one who would provide her safety and comfort. But he isn't there. No one is. They're dead. As a result, she feels despaired and powerless.

When she meets Tsuchigomori, multiple contrasts and similarities occur, both paralleling Amane/Hanako. Specifically, parallels with Amane in chapter 14, and parallels with Hanako in chapter 111.

The one who lost hope, and the one who regained it

Her traumatic experiences caught up to her, and she can't speak up on them, a completely normal and valid reaction. Though Tsuchigomori of the original timeline offered her to talk to him when she needs to, Tsuchigomori of the new timeline doesn't know her.

Both the original timeline's 1969 Amane and Nene are isolated and despaired, without anyone to confide in or support them. They're put in the same position. However, this is where the differences start.

Tsuchigomori knows everything about Amane, as he is his homeroom teacher and has also read his book. However, he had only pretended to show concern and not a single word of comfort. He only tried to pry into his problems, which didn't have any results. This being likely the last conversation he had with Amane before he ended his own life, which filled Tsuchigomori with regrets over not being able to help him. He did not know how to comfort others, only to show worry.

New timeline Tsuchigomori is different. He doesn't know Nene at all, tried asking her once, but once she saw that she cannot speak up about her experiences, he did not attempt to pry, but provided comfort instead.

This is later revealed to be Amane's influence on Tsuchigomori. When Nene asked him for a morale boost, he performed what Amane had done to cheer up his own students. Comfort is brought through small actions, whether it's through listening, brewing hot chocolate or making them smile with a couple of tricks. It's about being there for them. In a way, Amane succeeded in being a comfort for Nene, even if he wasn't physically there for her.

Would have a few words of comfort changed Amane's path? Who knows. But Amane and Nene are quite the opposite. Amane is someone who is very quick to accept reality and adapt to it, no matter how bleak it is. It's why he thought that, after the Severance, Nene would eventually forget about everything and live her life. He thought that, like him, she would accept reality and move on.

But Nene is not like that. She doesn't want to settle for happiness built on other people's suffering and sacrifices... Because that isn't true happiness. That is not the kind of world she wants to live in. It's one of the things Hanako loves about her, because she's different from him, able to take paths he could've never taken.

So, while Amane made up his mind to "not go anywhere" and gave up on trying, taking his own life, Nene gathered her strength to save everyone from this bleak, miserable present. It's something only Nene is capable of because of her formidable inner strength. The strength to go through the bleakest of moments, to stand up against great difficulties and to retain her kind, selfless self. She is a special, irreplaceable character. She knows her road will be lonesome and incredibly tough, but she gathered the courage and determination to tread it anyway.

Dissociation, Acceptance and Humanization

After her horrible experiences in the Red House, Nene found it hard to admit the Hanako she knows and loves is the same person of the Yugi Amane who murdered all of her friends and several other innocent people. Even if Hanako also did bad things, they were always backed up by his intense love and dedication to Nene. The Hanako she knows may not be innocent, but his love and kindness were always genuine.

This holds true the same to Hanako in chapter 111. He found it hard to believe that Tsukasa, the brother he loved so much, would be capable of such horrifying actions. It's easier to convince yourself into thinking that they're separate entities, that it's just a horrible being masquerading as the person you love.

But Nene soon learns that separating the Hanako she knows from the new timeline iteration of Amane isn't the answer. Because, no matter what one might think, they are still the same person.

Yugi Amane, before his death, was the same caring, understanding and kind person she knew Hanako she loved to be. Learning magic tricks just to make his students smile, letting them freely hang out in the science prep room and listening to them when they have something to take off their heart while offering them a seat and a cup of coffee. He was human.

She knows that Hanako needs to be saved. Yugi Amane needs to be saved from being caught in the Red House's clutches and stripped of all of his love and kindness, leaving him to be nothing but a curse that only exists to kill for "It". This is also visible in the cover page- Yugi Amane isn't represented by the red camellias Hanako is represented by, symbols of his passionate love and dedication. He isn't represented by any flower whatsoever, replaced by the tentacles he uses to kill instead.

Tsukasa is somewhat in the same position in the original timeline. Tsukasa is still the Tsukasa Hanako holds so dear, only possessed by "It", sort of like a parasite. Will Hanako eventually learn from Nene and see the truth aswell?

Her selfless personality shines once again, putting herself through a treacherous path just to save everyone. A path she will walk by herself from now on. Hanako is the one who saved her so many times up until now, but this time, she will be the one who will bring him the salvation he needs.

Conclusions

With this chapter, we're heading into the 2nd half of this arc, or another arc, depending on how you look at it. Nene doesn't know what to change exactly and she knows that, so she will likely keep turning back time until she finds what went wrong. It will be an arduous, long and painful road, but her inner strength will overcome every difficulty. I have faith in Nene.

She may not be strong physically, but no matter what anyone says, no matter how many times she has to fall, she's undefeatable. Until her last breath, she will keep standing and fighting for what she loves. That is Yashiro Nene, the protagonist of Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun and the true most powerful character in the series.

[latteodyssey]

Hi! I wanna request smth cute for Tim!

Tim the handsome nerd in Gotham highschool fell in love at first sight at shy fem!reader who helps at library and has same taste in coffee 🥺👉👈✨️

hello, dear! thanks for requesting and sorry if this took a while! Hope you enjoy! 🤍🥺

latte love and frappé dreams | tim drake x reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

masterlist

Today is the day, no excuses.

He keeps repeating these words in his mind as if they’re going to give him the ultimate confidence boost he needs to finally try and say something.

The air was tinged with the earthy scent of aged paper and the faintest hint of varnish, conjuring an atmosphere both scholarly and inviting.

The high ceilings stretched above the both of him, adorned with intricate woodwork. Sunlight streamed in through the grand, arched windows, casting a warm glow across the polished wooden floors. Rows upon rows of towering bookshelves lined the room, each packed with volumes of every shape and size. Gotham’s oldest buildings are known for being dramatic, quite fitting for such a broody city.

Gotham’s city high school library was one of Tim’s favorite spots on campus, and it came with a lot of perks, it’s almost never crowded, it’s a quiet and peaceful place and most importantly, he gets to see you.

Ever since you became a volunteer there, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It was almost impossible for him to not notice you; were always really sweet and friendly with the other students that asked for help finding resources, the way your eyes squinted whenever you smiled was especially pretty, and noticed you always get the same order of coffee as him.

“Is that a caramel frappe?”

As soon as the last syllable came out of his mouth, Tim almost regretted asking, he can feel the nervousness running through his veins. What a ridiculously stupid thing to ask. Where does he even go from here?

You were sitting behind a computer, helping out by cataloguing returns, your fingers dancing deftly across the keyboard. You stop what you’re doing to look up at him, offering him a gentle smile.

“Yeah” You glance at your drink for a quick second, the faint smell of coffee lingering in the air. “it might be too sweet for some people,but it really gives me the boost I need, you know?”

“Yeah, i get that!” He feels a little more calm after you respond, but his heart is still beating rapidly on his chest. He really underestimated the effect a kind-eyed stranger could have on him. “I always order it, it’s the only thing that helps me get through a busy day”.

You adjust yourself in your chair, you weren’t expecting him to come up and talk to you. Not that you’re complaining.

Although he keeps to himself, Tim is a well known person around the school, partially for being one of Bruce Wayne’s adoptees, but mostly for being one of greatest minds to come across the school, sometimes vanishing for long periods of time with little to no explanation.

He’s a handsome man, with jet-black hair that framed his face with an air of casual elegance. His eyes were a startling shade of blue, and they seemed to hold a depth of emotion that was both intriguing and mysterious. He dressed simply, yet there was an undeniable sophistication to his style.

However, throughout your life, you’ve always been a shy, introverted person. Engaging in activities such as lending a helping hand in the library and assisting fellow students has proven to be quite a challenge for you, despite your determination to do your best. So, having a conversation with the most charming guy on campus feels like a significant leap out of your comfort zone. Yet, his own hesitance seems to mirror yours, creating a shared understanding between you.

"So, you spend a lot of time here?" He inquires, attempting to keep the conversation flowing, his voice soft but curious.

You nod, a small smile gracing your lips. "Yeah, it's like a second home to me. There's something comforting about being surrounded by all these stories, you know?"

The two of you fall into a comfortable rhythm, the initial awkwardness slowly melting away. You talk about favorite detective stories, classes and even share a few laughs about the quirks and the peculiarities of Gotham itself.

“Speaking of stories, I really wanna hear yours too” He says, and your heart races with excitement, his attention is solely focused on you, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity and interest in getting to know you on a deeper level. “Would you mind grabbing coffee me with me later?”

“I would actually love that”.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Is there any official explanation as to why shinichiro has the worst luck when it comes to love (worst luck when it comes to live too tbh)? Boy got rejected for 20 times 😭

I actually have some hc about the reason behind:

While he is attractive both in the manga/anime/live action, if I remember correctly the characters who are canonically described as good-looking are kazutora (being told handsome and sweet-looking by several characters), hakkai (told handsome and also works as a model), and haruchiyo-senju (while youtubers don't always need to look attractive, appearance does have a huge factor to boost the popularity). So MAYBE if the events of tokrev happened in real life, shinichiro would look like a plain guy whose face doesn't attract many ladies lol

He is chasing the wrong girls. I read a book titled Yakuza Moon and it's an autobiography of a gangster's daughter, how in her teenage years she was involved in ladies gang and hung around with boys from biker gangs. So basically the kind of girls who are attracted to gang members will be those who are familiar with the environment too. Someone like emma, yuzuha, and senju would love to be with a powerful gang leader. In the earlier chapters, emma was shown at Toman meet-up with several girls who dress in gyaru fashion. These girls, as told in Yakuza Moon, tend accompany the biker gangs riding throughout the town and even have sex with them. So shinichiro's taste might be similar to takemichi, falling for a good girl like hinata. But unfortunately all the good girls he crushed on don't want to have any involvement with a gang leader lol

There is no official explanation unfortunately! I actually do think his gang affiliation could be the problem too though. Because of how gangs are typically seen in Japan a lot if girls may just not have wanted to associate with him, fearing their own reputation would go down. It could also be possible that some of the girls were scared of him, when Mikey goes to Takemichi's school we see a lot of fear from the students because he's a gang leader (tbf he did cause a lot of trouble too though), we also know from Emma's character book that the kids at school were scared of her when she started because of her affiliation to Mikey too. So it's possible that people were scared of Shinichiro too, despite his personality they just saw "gang leader".

Could also see it being just because he's really bad with girls, he get's nervous or is just a bit too cheesy with them. We also see him playing about with Emma when they first meet and he comes across as being a bit too confident, also implying that he thinks knows girls well, which is then immediately disproven. If he tries to flirt in a similar way with girls he's actually interested in then I can see why they might be a bit off put by it.

[itsnesss]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

summary | you accidentally send your valentine’s letter to minho, leading to awkward encounters and unexpected feelings. by the end of the day, you realize he’s your crush all along, and a kiss seals it

warnings | mild angst, romantic tension, and the theme of miscommunication

word count | 2.3 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

If someone had told you that you'd end up caught in a Valentine's Day drama with Minho, you would have laughed out loud. But here you are, holding a box of chocolates in one hand, a letter in the other, and an increasing sense of desperation in your chest.

Because this wasn’t the plan.

The plan was simple: leave an anonymous letter in your crush’s locker, hope he reads it, and maybe get some sign of interest. Nothing complicated, nothing too obvious. Just a little confidence boost, courtesy of the spirit of Valentine’s Day.

But, of course, something had to go wrong.

And that "something" is Minho.

“This is a joke, right?” he asks, holding the letter with an incredulous expression.

You, on the other hand, want to disappear.

“How did you get this?”

“It appeared in my locker.”

Your stomach sinks.

It can't be.

No. No. No.

“There’s a mistake,” you stammer, snatching the letter from his hands. “It wasn’t for you.”

Minho raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, no?”

“Of course not,” you reply firmly, though the heat in your cheeks betrays you.

His expression changes.

“Then... who was it for?”

You bite your lip.

“It’s none of your business.”

He smiles.

“Oh, but it is.”

And that’s when you know you’re in trouble.

You try to explain it, to make him understand that the letter ended up in his locker by mistake, but Minho won’t leave you alone.

“Let me guess,” he says, following you down the hall. “Dae?”

You shoot him a glare.

“No.”

“Q?”

“Nope.”

“Florian?”

“NO!”

Minho smiles smugly.

“Then it’s someone embarrassing.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

“What?”

“If you don’t want to tell me who it is, it must be because you’re too embarrassed to admit it.”

You look at him in exasperation.

“Or because it’s none of your business.”

“You know what?” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now it is my problem.”

You sigh.

“Why do you care so much?”

Minho shrugs.

“Because it’s entertaining to see you so nervous.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I know.”

You try to forget about it. Really, you try.

But Minho won’t let you.

He shows up at your locker with questions.

He bothers you in the cafeteria with insinuations.

And when he thinks no one’s looking, he flashes you little smiles that make you want to punch him and… maybe something else.

The worst part is that you start getting used to it.

The way his presence feels less and less annoying and more… comfortable.

And that’s a problem.

A BIG problem.

Because Minho is not your crush.

Right?

Valentine’s Day arrives faster than you expected.

The halls are filled with balloons and hearts, and the KISS students are enthusiastically exchanging cards and sweets.

You try to ignore the discomfort in your chest as you watch Minho surrounded by girls, accepting chocolates with his typical charming smile.

It doesn’t bother you.

Of course not.

Except that it does.

And you hate him for it.

“You look like you want to commit a crime,” Kitty says, appearing beside you.

You sigh.

“I’m just tired.”

“Tired of watching Minho flirt with the whole school?”

You look at her, surprised.

“What? No.”

Kitty smiles with amusement.

“Uh-huh, sure.”

You roll your eyes.

“I don’t like Minho.”

“Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?”

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Talking about me?”

You turn your head, and sure enough, Minho is there, looking at you with an arched eyebrow.

Kitty smiles.

“Actually, yes.”

“How flattering.”

“It’s not,” you say quickly.

“Hey, it’s Valentine’s Day. At least you could be a little nicer to me.”

“I could. But I don’t want to.”

Minho laughs.

“Fine, in that case...” He leans a little closer to you. “Can I ask you something?”

Your heart races.

“What?”

“Did you already give your ‘mysterious crush’ your letter?”

Your stomach churns.

Kitty watches the two of you with curiosity but doesn’t intervenes.

“That’s none of your business,” you respond, trying to sound indifferent.

Minho smiles, but there’s something different in his expression.

“Then you still have time.”

You don’t know how to respond.

But before you can say anything, he walks away.

And you’re left standing there, heart racing and too many questions running through your mind.

The day goes on, and you keep thinking about it.

You can’t get Minho out of your head.

Not his smile.

Not the way he looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice.

Not the possibility that… maybe, just maybe… your crush was never the wrong person.

Maybe, from the start, it was him.

The thought scares you.

But it also excites you.

And before you can stop yourself, you grab the letter you wrote and run to find him.

You find him on the rooftop, looking at the horizon with his hands in his pockets.

He turns when he hears you approach, and his expression changes when he sees the letter in your hands.

You don’t say anything.

You just step forward and offer it to him.

Minho looks at it for a moment before taking it.

He carefully opens the envelope, pulls out the sheet, and starts reading.

Your heart is about to explode.

When he finishes, he looks up and stares at you.

“Was it for me from the beginning?”

You swallow hard.

“No.”

“Then what changed?”

You close your eyes for a moment before responding:

“I think it was me.”

Minho doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then, he smiles.

And before you can process it, he leans in and kisses you.

It’s soft, but sure.

And when you pull away, Minho murmurs against your lips:

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

And this time, there’s no confusion.

This time, Cupid hit the mark.