withered-primrose

[withered-primrose]

since now i am a pre-law student, what is everyone’s thoughts ab timeskip businessman / ceo kenma x lawyer reader

[withered-primrose]

𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦

synopsis: you were lucky enough to see the saja boys up close. you thought the heavens have chosen you when you’re given a special service by your bias, jinu.

pairing: jinu x reader

content: 18+ mdni, canon world, afab reader, smut with plot, making out, foreplay, mostly f receiving, cowgirl, p in v, couch sex, mirror sex, recorded sex, usage of petname, use of profanities, jinu being gentle and rough at the same time.

words: 3,420

You weren't sure how you got into this mess of a situation.

It was sudden. Something you never expected, let alone planned. So, why not relish the gift delivered straight from the heavens?

Idolizing artists were never in your course of interest. You never really understood the hype in people fighting with their whole life for concert tickets and photocards.

But oh, you started to understand them bit by bit when your friend introduced you to Saja Boys, the new rising pop icons in the industry.

Their debut song was catchy—you'll give them that. Although, what drew you in more was their center. Jet black hair, defined features that looks like he could pass as a museum worthy sculpture, and overall had the vibes that everyone swoons over.

He was...okay.

At least that's what you thought when you first saw him through the screen. Needless to say, you were immediately hooked, and the man named Jinu became your bias—or whatever the fans call it.

When you heard they'll be hosting a free signed meet and greet near your area, you knew you had to go.

The venue was jam-packed with fans; you could see most of them carrying merchandise, which made you a little bashful. You didn't invest in any kind of merch they have, so all you brought with you was your mini journal notebook they can sign on.

You just like their music and a certain member of the group, that's all.

When it was your turn on the line, you didn't know what to say to them, you only waved a small "Hello." You don’t really mind that you didn't have any conversation with them or whatnot, you already felt lucky enough to see them up close.

Romance was first to sign, then Abby, Mystery, and Baby. Only a smile from them was given to you as they handed you back your notebook.

Until you moved on to the last person on the table—Jinu.

He looked like a God up close.

Jinu looked up at you, with that alluring smile of his. Like what you did with the other members, you muttered, "Hello," as you gave him your notebook.

"Where do I sign?" Jinu asked. His voice is even more soothing in real life than in their records.

"Anywhere is fine," you replied.

He nodded. As he was signing, your body jolted a little when he asked you another question, "How are you liking our recent single so far?"

You tried not to stutter, "It's... fine. I liked the beat."

Your eyes averted away from him to anywhere, really. You just wanted to get this over with and save yourself from the embarrassment if ever you lose control of yourself.

Only you looked back at Jinu again when you heard him clear his throat and slide your notebook on the table back to you.

"Would that be all?" He asked, as if expecting something more.

You didn't know what he meant, "Yes..?" was all you replied before putting your notebook back in your bag.

Jinu fixed his posture and gave you a smile, wave, and a “See you later."

You gave him a smile before walking out of the venue. Supposedly, you are to stay for their live performance after the signed meet and greet. However, you thought that the venue space would be meagre with the amount of fans present.

You didn't want to be squished in the crowd.

You sat down on the waiting shed for a bus, and that was when you pulled out your mini journal to check their signatures whilst waiting.

Their signs were distinct from each other's and each suiting their personalities. When you flip onto the next page, you quirk a brow.

There was a paper, with a design that says "Hello Friend" and a duck character. Underneath the paper was Jinu's sign.

You opened the paper, and you read the contents inside, "7pm. Backstage. See you later... Jinu..?"

It was a total wonder how are the boys even allowed for this. As far as you know, agencies and companies prohibit their idols in the most strict way. Also, does their manager even know about this?

Wait, do they even have a manager?

Perhaps you were just really fortunate that you stood out in the eyes of your bias. Curiosity will get the best of you anyway. So, you waited until the said time.

But oh, what you didn't know is that this little interest of yours will get you in the situation.

The atmosphere in the room was comforting at first; relaxing, inviting.

The boy's dressing room wasn't that big, but enough to fit at least the five of them and a few assistants. There's a couch in one corner and beside it are the rack of their clothes. On the other corner, adjacent to the couch, is a full-length mirror, where the boys can check themselves out once they're done being styled, or so you assume.

You had asked Jinu where the others are, but he dismissed your question with a, "Probably in other rooms, some of them eating or already snoozing out."

At first, the conversation between the two of you was... decent. Then you don't know what's happening, but there's a sudden ache rising in your chest, hot and confusing, making your skin feel too tight.

The room hadn't changed, but it felt different. It felt too warm for your liking—like something antiquated and powerful had opened its eyes.

Jinu, of course, took notice of this, "Is something wrong?"

You let out an awkward breathy laugh, "Is it just me or the air conditioning suddenly became warm?"

Then, you're not sure when, but Jinu suddenly got close to you—so close that he's practically hovering over you.

"Want to drink water?" Jinu asks.

"N-no," you cringe at the way you stutter.

Jinu smirks, his face inches away from yours, "Sure you don't want anything, hm?"

You let out a shaky breath as you can already feel his mouth just beneath your skin. Finally, you gasp when you feel his teeth nipping your neck.

"Jinu—wait," you tried pushing him off, but it just made him grip your wrists, and you felt the velvet cushion behind you as the two of you stumbled on the couch with his legs straddling yours.

He continues biting the same spot on your neck, not listening to your vocal protest.

You didn't want to give in just yet. What if this was just a dream—your imaginations getting the best of you? You'd want to snap out of this trance if that's the case.

You winced when Jinu licked the spot that is bruised up now and you bite your lip as you try to surpress your whimper, "Fuck, wait, your other fans will kill me."

Jinu lets out a low chuckle at your troubles, "No one gets to have this and no one will get to know if that's what you're worried about."

You look away, face flushed, and your pulse racing.

"You're fiddling," Jinu mutters. "Does it scare you?"

You murmur, “I’m a little nervous..."

He pulls back a little, enough to see your face. Jinu smiles at your flustered state, "You can leave," he says hushly, hoping that it would ease you, "Say the word and I'll stop. You walk out of the door, and we'll forget this ever happened. No consequences."

You gathered up enough courage to look back at him, "No, I—is this even decent for an idol-fan interaction?"

Jinu chuckles again, and it sends vibrations throughout your body. You rub your thighs absent mindedly.

"Just think of this as a special fanservice, yeah?"

You pinch your skin, making sure you're not hallucinating. Surely enough, this is your current situation. You hesitate, but he offered it himself, right?

Oh fuck it.

You slam your lips against his, and Jinu's eyes widen at your initiation, but he nonetheless joins you with your urge. His knee hits the edge of the couch and his hand finds your waist, while the other on your back, making you sit upright on the couch.

Your arms snake around his shoulders, and his hands now lightly go up and down on both sides of your waist to cupping your breasts.

You separate from the kiss, but the proximity is still very close, "H-hah...Jinu..."

He hushes you, "Relax," and he presses your lips with his once more, this time, a little more rash. His kisses are far from gentle. It’s needy, like it had been waiting to taste you. Jinu’s hand caress your jaw, while the other on the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

His tongue tugs at your lower lip, asking for permission, to which of course, you gladly give. You feel his tongue battling with yours and your stomach did a swirling sensation while your pussy began to itch out of anticipation and eagerness.

The two of you pull back for air with a string of saliva, “Fuck. You’re amazing,” Jinu says in between his pants. Then, he slowly lifts your shirt above your head, throws it aside to hell knows where, then he skillfully unclasps your bra, letting both straps slightly fall on your arms until he removes it.

Jinu whistles at the sight before him, clearly savoring it. You frown, “Isn’t it only fair if you remove yours too?”

He chuckles, “Alright, princess. So demanding,” then he pulls his hoodie off, giving you something to gawk at. His refined body looks seraphic. He really could pass as a museum sculpture.

“Can I…?” You ask.

Jinu gives you a sly smirk, “Of course. Afterall, it’s part of the fanservice,” he says while making an air quotation at the word “fanservice”.

You waste no time to throw your hands at him again. You move your hands from his abs to his chest, feeling his muscles.

Jinu hums at your touch, he then wastes no time to catch your lips once more whilst your hands are still on his chest. Jinu’s weight made you lean back on the couch. His hand, gently pressing on your neck, made you whimper that Jinu felt it in his throat.

He released his lips from yours with a sound, and he drags it along your neck down to your chest. You squirm under the new sensation he’s giving you, letting out helpless cries as he leaves bruised marks all over.

The version of yourself before you even listen to this group would not even believe you’re being marked by your idol as if making you his. You ought to thank your friend who introduced you to Saja Boys once you’re out of this sanctuary.

“Shi—ah!” You let out a soft moan as his tongue swirls around your nipple, coaxing it with his saliva, while his thumb plays with the other, making sure it won’t feel left out.

You close your eyes out of pleasure, biting your knuckles to stifle your moans. Jinu removes your hand from your mouth, “Let me hear you—mmph,” he commands, and his mouth retreats back on your chest, each of your breasts taking turns from his mouth.

He promptly rests his knee in between your thighs, near enough that it’s pressing on your clothed heat. You could feel your undergarment already drenched, and the contact with Jinu’s knee didn’t help one bit.

Your chest heaves fast, still in the groove for the heat of the moment. Then, Jinu lowers down, now kneeling in front of you. He tugs at the waistband of your bottoms, looking up at you as if asking for permission. You could only nod, and he pulled it down on your legs.

He chuckles menacingly, “Shit. Look at you. All wet, for me. Such a brazen girl you are.”

You whimper at his teasing, which was replaced by a moan when you feel two of his fingers rub your folds with your panty still on you.

“Mmhm—Ah! J-jinu, plea-please..!” You stumble on your words, as his fingers continuously and enjoyingly rub your clothed pussy.

“Please what, princess?” His voice, now more seemingly low.

With your last dignity left, you beg, “More. Need more. Please—aah!” You gasp when he tore your panty apart, now leaving you fully bare in front of him.

Obliging your request, he hastily tastes you, making slurping sounds as he sucks your wet folds. You arch your back as your hand keeps tugging at his hair. His hand grips on your waist, making sure you hold still, as his mouth keeps abusing your cunt.

His tongue, licking the right spot. His hand, playing with your clit, sending you to heaven. “Hngf—fuck! Right there!” Your thighs wanted to close, but Jinu pulled it apart, making this a room of sex sounds.

You feel your stomach turn into a knot, “I-I’m close!”

“Yeah? Cum for me, princess.”

With that, you let out a high pitched moan, and your sweet release comes after. You could’ve sworn you saw Jinu’s eyes glint into a faint golden amber hue as he licks you clean, taking every drop, “You taste divine.”

Your thighs are trembling and you’re still gasping for air when you see him stand up. “Where’s your phone?” Jinu asks. You don’t think you can even form a coherent sentence right now, so you just weakly point out to the vanity table, where your bag is settled.

Jinu opens your bag, and takes your phone out. He then removes his sweatpants, and the bulge on his boxers makes your mouth slightly gape. He walks back near you, removing his boxers down, making a short strip show in front of you. You gulp at his achingly hardened cock, your thighs rubbing against each other once again, and your pussy still eager, wanting to be dicked down already.

But Jinu had other plans. He leans on you, swooping you up in one go, and he switches your position with him. He’s now sitting on the couch as you straddle on his lap. His thumb slides on the screen of your phone, opening the camera, and he switches it to video.

Your eyebrows scrunch, and Jinu only points behind you. You look back, eyes widening as you see your position in the mirror. You’ve been too lost in your pleasure, that you forgot that the mirror is there, and have been watching the two of you.

Jinu gives you a smug look and raises your phone, enough to capture both of your reflections in the mirror, “For a little souvenir made just for you.”

Biting your lip, you slowly grind on top of him, the surface of your pussy sliding on his cock. Jinu hums at the contact, as he presses the record button.

You continue with your work, then eventually, sliding his cock into your hole. You close your eyes at how big he feels inside of you, while Jinu grunts as your clammy walls instinctively tighten around him, “Sh-shit. Thought I had stretch you out a bit earlier, but you’re still tight—fuck.”

You inhale and exhale shakily, trying to regain composure. Then, you slowly move your hips. Jinu looks at the screen of your phone that is recording the nudity shown in the mirror. Your curves prominent even on your back and your ass grinding on his lap; such a perfect scene for the mirror and your phone to capture.

You gradually pick up your pace, now bouncing on his dick. Your hands rest on Jinu’s broad shoulders for support, and he throws his head back on the cushion, groaning at how good your pussy feels—that even the phone on his hand got slightly out of balance, making the angle a little tilted.

“J-jinu,” You manage to muster, “I c-can’t anymore, ‘m too tired…”

Jinu groans, “Just a little more, princess—hah.”

With all your remaining strength left, you continue bouncing up and down, his dick just hitting the perfect spot inside you. Jinu pressed the button to stop recording, and tossed your phone to the side of the couch. That’s when you slow down again, unable to move your hips on your own anymore.

Just as you thought you have time to catch your breath, Jinu harshly grips his hand on both sides of your hips, pulled you slightly up, and pushed you back down on his dick roughly, rummaging your insides as you sit on top him, letting his hands guide you and finish the work himself.

You scream, your filthy moans continuously coming out of your mouth, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Along with it, your skins slapping against each other echoes across the room. You pray that the other members won’t hear how their leader is making you see stars through his cock.

“Jinu! S’too much!”

He laughs in between his groans, “You can take it, princess. You will.”

You had a glimpse of his canine. It looked sharp, like it could draw blood if it bit you. You were sure it wasn’t there when he was biting your neck, so when and how did it appear? You would’ve pondered more, but you couldn’t. Not when he’s fucking your brains out.

You shut your eyes, unable to take the pleasure he’s giving you. Your tits bouncing along which is a picturesque sight for him to see. You look like an angel in front of him.

He fucks you down on his dick like you’re his last salvation to momentarily escape his misery.

Gwi-ma be damned right now. Jinu is a man who roamed around this world for hundreds of centuries. He’s not only hungry—he’s starving like a madman. He just knew he had to have you the moment he set eyes on you. Let Gwi-ma be damned.

You lean down on Jinu’s chest, too tired to even sit upright on his lap. Still, your hole is milking his cock for all its worth.

His cock twitches inside of you, making him groan, “I’m close, princess. Think you can take all my seed?”

You just nodded your head that is now nestling on his shoulder. He grunts, bobbing your hips even faster and harder. Then, he came undone inside you, and your yet again, sweet release follows him as you scream his name.

The two of you stay in your position for a moment, allowing the mix of your fluids to roll down on your thighs and both of you retract from your highs. Then, he carefully lifts your hips up, which makes you whimper, and pulls out his dick.

Jinu massages your inner thighs, “You good?”

You close your eyes, too worn out. Still, you give him a satisfactory smile and nod, “Mhm.”

Jinu smiles, placing you on the couch to lie you down as you drift to your slumber. After he cleaned and dressed the two of you, he takes your phone and looks at it.

He smugs. Earlier on the meet and greet line, he was wondering why you have no merchandise with you. He thought you’d be an avid fan of them. Especially when you’ll always be in the list of people who would like his Instagram picture the second it’s posted.

He checked out your account before, and to say the obvious, he was immediately intrigued the moment he saw you in your photos. He may or may not have pulled some strings just to arrange an event in your area.

As luck would have it, you attended. That gave him more reason to make a move. He definitely manipulated the atmosphere of the room earlier just to trigger something in you; he’s a demon—already an embodiment of sins.

But he would never tell you all of that.

He pulls out the drawer of the vanity table, taking out some official merchandise he set aside, and he puts it in your bag along with your phone. So you’ll have more remembrance with you. He reaches for a pen, and his designed paper pad, the same one he gave you, to write his number down.

So the next time you see him in a meet and greet or one of their concerts, you’ll be ready.

And maybe next time, he can go all out demon mode on you.

Jinu didn’t want this to be a one time thing anyways—and he’s already looking forward to the next time he’ll give you another backstage pass.

© withered-primrose, 2025

note: this is not my forte of writing, but a friend of a friend pushed me to write this. i had this storyline idea for quite some time now for a different character from an anime, but then saja boys came along and i had to give it to one of them (totally wasn’t contemplating between abby and jinu but i have a bias so jinu got the role). it’s my first time writing smut, so let me know your thoughts!

[withered-primrose]

𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦

synopsis: as a model, you know very well how the media tails those who are famous. you got a first-hand experience at it when you got spotted with your lover, kenma.

pairing: kozume kenma x reader

content: timeskip kenma, model and she/her pronouns reader, romance, fluff, set in canon world, established relationship, just you and kenma against the world.

words: 1,965

When it comes to career talks, you and Kenma would very much send other people straight home packing.

You're in the modeling industry. Schedule always packed due to events and runways, your face in magazines and billboards across the world, and mail full of sponsorship and collaborations.

Kenma, on the other hand, is more into business and his passion. His profit continuously rising with the help of stock trading and being the CEO of his successful company, and his name being known due to his gaming streams in YouTube. He became "the richest of them all", or whatever his orange-head friend said.

To say the very least, the two of you are in the list of the current most influential and eminent people in Japan. Everyone knows your skincare routine and what you eat in a day—and everyone knows Kenma's cat and his gaming setup.

However, despite the publicity, they know nothing about you and Kenma’s relationship.

Your relationship is hidden from the world. Although, it wasn't because the two of you are well-known and have a huge amount of supporters, but because it has always been like that since you two were in college. You and Kenma have always liked it private. The only ones who know about your relationship was your close friends along with his.

You know your lover as someone introverted, so when the two of you were rising in terms of assets and fame, you'd thought to never let a single thing about your relationship with Kenma spill in front of the media, also given the fact how toxic it is in today's culture.

As for Kenma, he thought you're a respectable woman on your own. So, whatever you've decided, he's in total support for it.

That didn't make you feel any less love from Kenma though. He has his own ways of showing you that he loves you, and you're already content with how things are going.

You didn’t need the public to define or control your relationship.

That was, until, the two of you woke up one morning with phones vibrating and bombarded with notifications.

Your groggy eyes immediately widen as you scroll on every post about you and Kenma.

Apparently, someone leaked—or more like spotted the two of you last month during your vacation. The photo was you taking a bite of your pastry treat, while Kenma was in front of you, taking your picture, and it’s all over social media.

The fact that the photo that Kenma took of you is posted in your Instagram, netizens made even more speculation about it.

There was even one post where they laid out "proofs" that you two are indeed dating. That proof? More photos that made your relationship obvious.

A photo of you in France, placed beside Kenma's Instagram story highlight of the same place. The dates when it was posted were encircled, making the point that the timelines match.

Another proof is a photo of you and Apple, Kenma's cat. The feline's collar gave it away, letting his fans confirm that it is indeed Apple.

Some are supporting it, some are commenting how come they didn’t notice it before, and some are just in total shock.

It was definitely the headline in articles and magazines, but you know these talks would die down anyway as time passes by. However, you should’ve known already that cases like this in the internet always come with hate.

There’s been a “fanbase war” going on between your supporters and Kenma’s. It was mostly just them throwing trashtalks at each other, but some comments were towards you and Kenma, along with the lines of:

“her and kenma? a model and a gamer? such a weird pair.”

“how did bro even pull a goddess like her? lololol.”

“is she even into gaming?”

“there are hundreds of other guys in her league, can’t believe she chose…him…”

“she’s probably just using kodzuken for more wealth.”

Kenma hates being perceived by other people, and as for you, it would be a lie if you said the comments weren’t getting into your head. So, you both knew you had to take damage control.

The day you’re invited to a talk show, is also the day you’ve decided to confirm the allegations.

All lights and eyes are on you, the atmosphere feels as if the audience are holding their breaths, awaiting for your statement. You sit on the sofa chair, looking demure as you possibly can as you too, wait for the host to speak.

“So,” the host starts, “it’s about time we talk about the photo that broke the internet.” The host giggles softly.

“You and the famous streamer, Kozume Kenma. In France. Together. What’s going on there?” The host asked.

You smile, “Yeah, well, that… wasn’t supposed to be out. Since it is now—yes, we were on a vacation together.”

“So you two are dating?”

“We are. We have been for a while now, since college,” you hear audible gasps from the audience, “and that vacation was actually during our fourth anniversary.”

Even the host couldn’t keep their surprise from your revelation, “That long!? And no one knew!?”

You laugh softly, “Only our close friends know, so technically some people still knew. But, we kept it private because… it was ours. We didn’t need the public to meddle in.”

“Speaking of the public, we all know fans have been very vocal of their thoughts about you and Kenma.” The host’s face suddenly turned serious.

“Yes, I know,” you purse your lips then you continue, “I’ve seen some comments and I admit, it hurts to read them. Not for me, but for Kenma.”

You look down on your hands that are resting on your lap, and you speak up again, “Ken is the most thoughtful person I’ve met. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Even in four years and counting of us being together, I still feel like a teenage girl in love.”

The host seems to be in awe then asks, “How did the two of you meet?”

Your eyes avert on the ceiling, as if recalling back memories, “We met back in our university, before the peak of our careers,” you look at the host again with a mischievous smile, “Not a lot of people know this, but he gets emotional and talkative when he’s tired. He once cursed the gravity when his books fell in front of me.”

The host chuckles, “Who knew Kenma has a side like that? Turns out there’s more that the public doesn’t know. Well, Is there anything you want to say, to everyone—your fans, or Kenma, maybe?”

You look directly at the camera, “I understand everyone’s concern, if there’s anything I could ask, is to please just be kind. Regardless, it won’t stop me and him,” you pause for a moment, “And for Kenma, my Kodzuken, just know I don’t regret a single thing—I will continue to choose you.”

At this moment, amidst the talk show that’s happening, Kenma sits on his gaming chair, camera and microphone on, as he’s streaming live on his channel.

“I’ll get straight to the point,” he starts, “It’s true. We’ve been together for years now.”

Kenma couldn’t keep up reading the amount of chats incoming, not that it would matter that much anyway.

“She’s not using me. She’s rich on her own. Still, I’d gladly give her everything and I’d be more than willing to do so.”

His feline-like eyes glint, “She was the one who named Apple, our cat, you know? ‘Cause I like apple pies.”

“I recognize that some people are saying she’s out of my league… I understand that—I mean, look at her…But, that doesn’t make me any less deserving of her. We deserve each other just as much.” He says, carrying on with his statement.

Kenma caught a glimpse of a comment asking how did the two of you start, to which he answered, “It was unusual for a guy like me, but when I first saw her, I got starstruck. We got together during our third year of college. I admit, I thought I didn’t deserve her at first. But, even when I thought I didn’t have what it takes, I strived to be the best, all just for her.”

Kenma continues, “She said no to me three times though,” then he pauses, as if reminiscing those moments, and then he softly smiles in front of the camera, “totally worth it.”

Hours later, even after the talk show and the livestream, the noise on the internet is still deafening. You just turned your phone off and called it a day.

You enter the passcode to your and Kenma’s house, a meow greeting you as you come in. Smiling, you pick the calico up to your arms, “Well hello there, miss Apple.”

You immediately spot Kenma in the living room, his eyes already on you, “Welcome home,” he greets. You walk your way towards him then Kenma pulls you in besides him, making you plop down on the couch.

“How are you?” He asks, as you rest your head on his shoulder and his arm drapes around you.

“Tired. Got in the building with an interview and got out of the building with more interviews from the paparazzi.”

Kenma hums, “Should we tighten security? I’ll hire more guards.”

You sigh, “No need. I can manage,” you look at the television, “Were you watching the clip of my talk show earlier?”

Kenma nods, “You looked nervous.”

“I was, but I meant every word I said.”

There’s a comforting silence that fell between the two of you. You pet Apple, who’s now laying on your lap, as Kenma’s hand massages your scalp gently, then moving to your arm to rub it from time to time.

You love this moment with him—no noise, just warmth, intimate, and only for the two of you.

“You know,” Kenma breaks the silence and you look up at him, “I said in my stream that I do deserve you, but their remarks did make me overthink.”

This is one side you love about Kenma. He’s open to his vulnerability. Even so, if he does love something, he won’t stop until he reaches victory.

You cup his face, making him look at you, “They just don’t know how good you are at taking care of me, or how you’ll finish your games early just to spend time with me, or how you’ll try to cook me food, still half asleep, just to make sure I eat before a shoot.”

You chuckle and Kenma joins you—and there’s that small smile that only you get.

“You’re much more dear to me, Ken. More than you’ll ever know.”

He leans in towards you, then softly, sealing your lips with his.

Once he pulls back, his smile is still etched on his face, “I’ll stream with you one day. Just us, and I guess Apple too.”

You smile at him playfully, “Oh? Then maybe you should attend my next runway show.”

Kenma lightly groans, already thinking how many people would be surrounding him, “Fine, for you,” he gives in, nonetheless.

“Really!?” You exclaim with sparkles in your eyes.

“Yes, really.”

“Promise?”

“You know I don’t promise,” Kenma gives you a smug look, “I just straight up do it.”

Then, the same comforting silence engulf you and Kenma once again. Moments later, you speak up once more, “You know, Ken,” He hums, ushering you to continue.

“I was totally planning to reveal us to the public when we get engaged or married in the future, or something like that, but the rumors beat me to it.”

Kenma chuckles at your confession, “Then let’s just make that the next headline.”

© withered-primrose, 2025

note: i would’ve just posted a picture of me sitting on kenma’s lap while we’re on his gaming chair and call it a day.

[withered-primrose]

𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦

synopsis: the time didn’t seem to be in favor with the man who lived in every century just to see you again, jinu.

pairing: jinu x reader

content: angst, reincarnation, canon au, inspired by the movie “past lives” and paths by niki, jinu drabble, just wanted to write about him because he’s so pookie ugh.

words: 1,197

There's this Korean word, In-Yun, which translates to destiny or fate. Figuratively, this word suggests that every encounter—even insignificant ones—is a result of past connections.

Jinu's life was in a disarray. Fingers calloused from playing his bipa all day, stomach empty, and barely managing to live through the day and next.

He would've given up a long time ago if it wasn't for his mother, sister—and there's you.

Just like him, you weren't living a life of gold either. Regardless, you were optimistic that someday, life will be easier for both you and Jinu.

More importantly, you've accepted him for who he is. Be it the poor guy who plays his instrument to make a living, you didn't care. For as long as you're with him, you are already content with what you have.

You were the light in his dark life. He swore, even made an oath under the stars that he'd marry you one day and give you the life you deserve.

That was, until, he heard that one menacing voice that gave everything he wanted and took everything he had.

Jinu thought nothing of it at first. How could he, when he was finally living the luxury he yearned for? He finally slept on warm cushions with a full stomach, finally getting recognition from the king, and with nothing to worry about for tomorrow.

He thought that he could go on like this—until one night, when the cries of his sister and mother replays in his mind and echoes throughout his ears.

While you only stood there in front of the gates.

Jinu was already acting unusual before, and you never had the perfect timing to confront him about it.

So, imagine the terror in your eyes when you saw him entering the palace without a care. There was a hint of pain and betrayal in your eyes, and you couldn't quite remember how Jinu looked at you for the last time.

Was it apologetic? Did he look at you with pain as well? Or none at all?

Jinu snapped awake when he saw your face in his dreams. His breath hitching in between his pants, and his palms were cold as ice.

He thought it was only a one time thing, until it became something that haunts him every night.

Jinu once sought help from the underworld king, but not once did the demon take pity on him. Perhaps, it's the consequence he gets for abandoning the people he loved most due to his selfishness.

He never heard anything about you ever since nor did he really get the freedom to visit you.

All you knew was you could be on your deathbed, and he'd still be in comfort and serenity.

It was starting to get to him, like a tick he badly wanted to scratch away. He was beginning to rot inside, faster than he expected. The next thing he knew, he was already a slave of a demon and a slave of his past.

But, no day has passed when Jinu didn't think of you. It was a curse to be far away from you while remembering you. Thus, he'd spend countless centuries looking for you, to cross paths with again, and atone for his sins.

However, in every century and every era, he was unlucky. There were no signs of you wherever he goes. He was beginning to lose encouragement. The thought that maybe, that really was the ending for you and him is finally seeping in.

-

Jinu walks by the street, it wasn’t busy so it was quite peaceful to stroll on. He whistles the melody of the debut song they’re working on, trying to be a little carefree even if it’s just for a brief moment.

A demon’s gonna need a break from work too, right?

His right foot tapping the floor while waiting for the green signal to walk on the pedestrian lane, his eyes wandering on the environment in front of him.

That’s when his eyes landed on something—someone—across the street.

His world began to weigh on his shoulders and his memories began to clung onto him like the rain on pavements. His whole system seems to have abruptly stopped.

Jinu remembers that figure all too well. A figure he’d been looking for—for the past 400 years.

You were as beautiful as the day he last saw you. Except, this time, your hair is done neatly and your clothes modernized.

You sit on a table near the café’s window, reading a book as you sip your beverage.

Jinu wonders what you’re drinking; is it the same drink you’ve always wanted to try before? And he wonders what you’re reading; were you finally able to reach the life you wanted?

He didn’t notice that the world around him went on, only snapping back to his senses when he saw that you’re leaving the café.

He runs across the street, not giving a care about the car that closely passed by him.

You almost jumped when you felt a hand grip your shoulder. The grip wasn’t harsh, not soft either. Almost as if it was only trying to catch up with you.

You slowly look behind the man, probably in your age, catching his breath. His hand doesn’t leave your shoulder. Somehow, you don’t mind it, and you don’t know why.

Jinu finally looks up at you, eyes immediately locking in with one another.

It was the same ones that used to look at him with adoration, also the same eyes he fell in love with. Here you are, flesh intact, and finally within his reach again.

He doesn’t know what words to say. God, he has a lot to say to you.

However, his bubbles begin to burst when you break the silence between the two of you.

“Do I know you?”

Jinu’s grip begin to falter, his body wants to slump down in defeat.

His eyes look at you once again, and that’s when he knows this is not yet the time for you and him.

He chuckles bitterly to himself.

He didn’t know which one was more gut wrenching: your eyes then, when you looked at him with pain? Or your eyes now, when you looked at him like you never knew him in all of your life?

The archaic melancholy began to hit him. It brings a pang in his chest, like how it always did in every lifetime he lived without you.

“I’m sorry,” Jinu mutters, and gave you a sad smile before walking away from you.

There’s this Korean word, In-Yun, meaning every encounter is destined to have deeper meanings. It is a concept that in any place, you will meet someone and will meet again in time.

It is also a belief by many that when two people marry, they have already reached 8,000 layers of In-Yun in all of their lifetime—may it be in the present or past.

As a demon, Jinu isn’t one to hope.

But for this once and for you?

He hopes that this encounter is one of your past lives with him.

© withered-primrose, 2025

[withered-primrose]

𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬

synopsis: how it would be like when it was becoming more than platonic with your bestfriend, akaashi.

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

content: friends to lovers trope, soft fluff romance, mixed canon & headcanon akaashi, canon au, akaashi fell first and he fell harder, inspired by the song lucky by jason mraz.

words: 1,391

Akaashi Keiji was the type of guy to keep his composure. He'd be described as someone reserved, thoughtful, and some might even say poise.

He wasn't the type of guy to brood over trivial things. He liked his life in order, his thoughts organized like the lines on a court.

However, something is nagging him lately.

It started small, and he tried to brush it off. It was during lunch break, when he messaged you to go ahead and eat without him as he had to attend a meeting for their volleyball club.

Being a good friend you are, you decide not to eat your meal until Akaashi arrives, eventually settling down with reading a book.

The book has philosophical genre contents in it—a book that Akaashi recommended to you a week ago.

Then Akaashi didn't know how it happened;

His world somehow stopped when he arrived at the usual spot where you both eat. When he saw you reading the book he suggested, all noise around him suddenly went to silence. His focus was only on how serious your face is while reading, and how your fingers flip the pages.

"It's almost too cliché," he thought to himself. So, he shrugged, thinking it's probably just the remaining ecstatic he felt due to the good news of their coach.

Yet, as if his body is separated from his mind, he started doing gestures towards you that he hasn't even done before.

For example, he always had the need to walk you home after school. You'd ask why, but of course, Akaashi would cover it up with something like, "Can't I catch up with my friend anymore?" or “I just insist in doing so.”

Another example was this one time when he managed to get you a free ticket in their volleyball match for the regional playoffs.

He tried his best to dismiss it.

Afterall, he's not the type of guy to ponder for so long with these kinds of things. He must be composed and calm.

But Akaashi knew he's in deep trouble when he felt his eye twitch when he heard you laughing over a joke Bokuto made.

He watched the both of you from afar: Bokuto showing something that he's proud of to you, as you clap your hands with glee.

He should be happy that you've done something to get Bokuto out of his slump. Yet, somehow, there's this sour and bitter feeling that even his tongue can taste.

Akaashi snapped back to reality when he heard a teasing laugh from his teammate, "Jealous, vice capt'n?" Konoha asked sarcastically, as he draped his arm over Akaashi's shoulder.

"Jealous?" He asked himself through his thoughts. Is that really the right word to describe the uneasy feeling he has?

Akaashi wasn't the type to overthink—but for you to meddle in his thoughts like crazy, he knew it was something he can't escape.

You and Akaashi have been friends since middle school. The both of you got along through niche interests and gradually started to become close ever since.

You would agree that he is indeed as others would say he is, but it became agree to disagree.

Perhaps he is too reserved for others and displays little to no emotions. But towards you? No matter how light or tough his day had been, he'd greet you with a soft, closed-lip smile.

He'd laugh with you over inside jokes you both made, he'd spend countless hours with you as he listens to your thoughts about the book he recommended, he'd even take you home even if the both of you are a train stop apart.

But you weren't sure how it started. Maybe it was that one time when you finally had free time to attend one of their matches.

When Bokuto was having one of his mood swings, you watched how Akaashi quickly handled him. Watching that scene from the bleachers made your stomach turn a little—the good kind. He may be blunt at some times, but you admire him for how he cares for his friends.

Perhaps that was the moment you started to have a hint of your developing feelings towards Akaashi.

However, unlike him, you didn't brush it off. In fact, you got in too deep with your thoughts.

Then again, you tried to deny it. Regardless of how he acts towards you, you know that Akaashi is the type of guy to be serious. He wouldn't waste his time over distractions like this. So, you thought it's silly.

You were almost about to give up on your thoughts, until the one time when you were dozing off in your seat. You went back to your senses when a ballpen was placed in front of you.

The ballpen had a cute animal design on it. Your favorite animal, specifically.

You looked up at Akaashi, "What's this for?"

"Nothing. I just remembered you looking at it back then when we were on our way home. I passed by the same stationery shop yesterday and thought I'd buy it for you," He said in his usual tone.

There was also this one time when he placed a snack in front of you. As per usual, you were about to ask him why. But this time, he beat you to it.

"Just eat," Akaashi said before he munched his food.

You remember mentioning how you like this specific snack to Akaashi once. The snack got quite famous, so it was almost sold out in every convenience store. You were amazed that Akaashi got a hold of it.

Looking at the snack while you hold it, it was when you truly realized and noticed the changes in Akaashi;

How his voice changes when he talks to you, the change of his gaze when he looks at you, and how his actions towards you have changed.

You observe Akaashi in front of you. He was saying something about his starting interest in bonsai plants, but you couldn't focus. You just smiled at him, in defeat that you can't deny or turn back anymore.

Both feelings are still left unsaid; you were afraid that you probably misunderstood everything and Akaashi was unsure of the words he wants to convey.

So here you both are, sitting besides each other on the swing of a nearby park. You clutch the jacket Akaashi gave you as the evening breeze is rather cold and windy.

You could only hear cricket noise until he said, "I'd like to give you something."

You look at him, "What is it?"

He pulled out a book from his bag, then he hands it to you. You analyzed the book in your hand, "Isn't this your favorite?" you asked with a sheepish smile.

Akaashi didn't answer, so you're not sure what he wants you to do with the book. You read it, of course—but why?

When you noticed a bookmark hanging out of the book, you opened it to that specific page. Immediately, your eyes read the quotation that's been highlighted:

"The true measure of a person's life lies not in grand gestures, but in the quiet moments when their happiness becomes as important as your own."

Akaashi brushes away strands of your hair and he tucks it behind your ear. You look up at him once again, with a puzzled but knowing expression.

He gives you his usual smile, "It's one of my favorite passages," his voice is soft, his gaze, too. His hand keeps its gentle hold on your face.

Akaashi Keiji isn't the type of guy to lose his cool. But for you? He'll allow himself to melt.

Warmth immediately rushed into your face, but you try keep up with his composure, so you put your hand on top of his.

You're lucky it's your friend you've fallen into; and what makes you luckier is that it's Akaashi Keiji.

The next day at school, you and Akaashi walk in with hands intertwined. When the two of you bumped into Bokuto, you excitedly told him about your new relationship with Akaashi.

You thought Bokuto would be surprised, shocked, or even flash his big smile. However, he only looks at the both of you with his arms crossed, head tilted to the side, and his eyebrow raised,

“I kind of thought you two were already together before?"

© withered-primrose, 2025

[withered-primrose]

𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬

synopsis: the odds are never on your side. you knew that very well when you got paired with your rival, levi.

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

content: academic rival trope, slight enemies to lovers, modern & high school au, fluff romance.

words: 2,957

You’ve once known that fate, is a tricky thing.

It is something that is created for someone, or something. Despite any other circumstances, it is meant to happen.

What you also know is that fate is having its best time fooling you around. Making all odds turn its back against you.

Like how your alarm got off at 6:30 when you’re certain you’ve set it at 5:30, making you late for your first class;

How you managed to switch sugar with salt, making you have the saltiest coffee known to mankind;

Or how you tripped over nothing, making your essay papers that was due, dissolve in the water puddle while on your way to school.

You were certain that fate is laughing at you when your science professor paired you with Levi for a report presentation the same day.

That day couldn’t have gotten any worse.

You’ve always seen him as a rival in terms of academics. Regardless of the fact that you don’t interact with him much, you’re sure he sees you the same way you do with him.

Even though it’s infuriating that he was indeed better than you in some certain aspects, you try not hold any personal grudges against him.

Instead, you make him the reason to strive for the best and stay on top.

Your professor gave the whole class the free will to choose any topic, as long as it is still related to science.

It is to be presented the day before your final exams.

Meaning, you have ten weeks for this project.

Also meaning ten weeks working with Levi Ackerman.

You slumped heavily on your table with a strained sigh, still recovering from the unfortunate train of events earlier, as your professor gave your class the remaining time to brainstorm for the project.

“You look shitty.”

“Look at that, the god of cleanliness have finally decided to grace me with his presence.”

Great.

He pulled up a chair besides you, as you took out a paper to write down notes of ideas.

There’s some bickering here and there when he started to bring up that one history test he was one point higher than you.

It was to spite you, obviously, but you bit back.

So, you brought up the time when you won first place against him in a quiz bee.

Even with arguments, you both managed to talk about the presentation nonetheless.

Surprisingly, you and Levi were already thinking of the same topic, so it was easier to agree with each other.

What are the odds of that?

“So, astronomy it is? Final?” you asked your partner.

“No objections but, we still have to be more specific.”

You try to think of something. For a moment, nothing’s coming in your mind, until, “What if we do a report about meteors, asteroids, and comets?”

“You like those shit?”

“It’s intriguing! Plus, half of our class probably doesn’t know its differences. We can add that to the significance of our report.”

“Fair enough.”

“Uhh, here.” You tore a piece of paper and gave it to him. “Just write your email address. I’ll start our document and I’ll forward it to you.”

He writes on the paper then handed it to you, “The sooner we’re done, the better.”

“Right.”

You thought that maybe working with Levi wasn’t going to be bad after all.

But your bubbles soon burst the moment he entered the café you both agreed to meet at.

“Did you receive the document I emailed you?” You ask, looking up at him from your laptop.

“I did. What’s with the document name? At least try to be professional with this.”

You looked back on your laptop, having no clue what he’s talking about.

Surely enough, the document is named something rather silly.

You edited it immediately, jabbering as you do so, “Oh god, I didn’t mean to! It was late when I started this, I typed whatever came into mind—“

“And you couldn’t think of anything better?” He sat down in front of you, “If I’m stuck with someone like you for the rest of the semester I might as well be damned.”

That pushed your buttons. “Excuse you? For the record, I’m the one who has to put up with you. And by the way, the document is editable. Unfortunately your tiny brain doesn’t know that.”

It went like that for the rest of the week. More petty quarrels resulting only little of your work done.

If this is how your first week of working with him is, what more with the upcoming weeks?

You’d think that the two top students in class being paired wasn’t such a bad idea but you were so wrong with that.

What has fate gotten you into?

On the third week, you’ve had enough with both of you being childish.

You slammed your hands on the table, “Look, Levi. We don’t have to like each other. But for the sake of this project, we need to put our differences aside.”

He looks at you for a moment, then sighed.

“Truce?”

With a hand shake, the quarrels died down. Still, sometimes you can’t avoid having to bicker but, you mind it less unlike before. It was starting to feel like it’s becoming part of your routine.

Then for the first time, you thought that maybe fate finally took pity on you when Levi brought you a coffee and sandwich when you both meet up at the library.

Especially that you haven’t eaten anything yet that day.

What are the odds?

“What’s this for?”

He didn’t answer your question. He just sat down as he took a sip of his black tea.

You were hesitant to accept it, until he says, “Do you want it or not?”

“It could be poisoned for all I know.”

“If I wanted to poison you, I would’ve done that a long time ago.”

With your stomach growling, you gave in and ate the sandwich and drank your coffee.

Was that his way of apologizing to you?

The rest of the day felt like a blur.

You were almost certain that he was stealing glances at you from time to time.

When both of you would make subtle eye contacts, you were immediate to look away.

The moment he stood up to gather some text books, you let out a sigh that you have been keeping in for hours.

What game was fate trying to play with you?

Minutes later, he placed the books on the table with a thud. Ignoring whatever was that earlier, the both of you started reading to gather information that can be useful for your report.

An information caught your interest, so you spoke up, “Hey, look at this.” You nudged Levi and showed him the text on the book you’re reading.

“Roughly 450 meters wide and 170 meters tall Asteroid Apophis, expected to hit Earth five years from now.”

You gave Levi a moment to read the text your finger is pointed at, “It is also said that those speculations went down to zero. The odds of it making an impact anytime soon is low. Read again.”

“Still! It’s also said that Apophis will come closer to Earth nevertheless! We can add this information to scare our classmates.”

“We can, but I don’t want to risk our grades for an information that might be erroneous.”

There was silence for some minutes, until you speak up once again.

“That asteroid’s fate to hit Earth centuries from now is sad if you think about it. It’s much more majestic in outer space than in here.”

“And somehow you’re worried about the asteroid being in Earth and not humanity getting crumpled by an asteroid? You’re weird.”

“You’re no fun.” You scowled at him.

He let out a low groan, “Just focus.”

From then on up to the following weeks, you accomplish to finish your report paper with Levi.

To think both of you started on a rough path, who would’ve thought?

Only a week until the day of your presentation, and all that’s left is proofreading the paper and practicing your script.

Then, you’ll part ways with Levi Ackerman.

In some way, you didn’t like the idea of that.

One night, or day, you buried your face on both of your palms, proceeding to rub your eyes.

Then you looked at the time on your phone.

1:28 AM

Past midnight and four caffeines in, yet you still haven’t started proofreading your work.

Just when you thought fate is starting to be kind to you.

With the amount of school works piling up and the final exams just around the corner, everything is overwhelming.

Being a graduating high school student, you have to take care a lot of application papers and prepare a ton of admissions essay.

On fucking top of that, Levi is also messing with your thoughts each day.

You couldn’t get him out of your mind, even if you wanted to.

Is fate so against you it made you suffer like that?

You looked back on your laptop again, trying to focus, and you were sure you see some words in the document being typed in by itself.

Deprived in sleep so much you were starting to have delusions?

You rubbed your eyes in disbelief, and surely enough you weren’t seeing things.

Well, it is possible for someone to edit the document.

But it would be no one other than…

Levi.

Won’t you look at that.

What are the odds you and Levi were awake and both proofreading your work at the exact same time?

Your hands found their way on the keyboard. You add an empty page, and started to type, ‘Levi, is that you?’

You saw a word being deleted, but it stopped midway. You wait, until you saw letters being typed out below your text.

‘Who else, idiot.’

You smiled as you type again, ‘Why are you still awake?’

‘Fixing your shitty errors. What else?’ He responded immediately.

‘You’re mean.’

‘And you’re weird. Why are you awake?’

‘Doing the same thing as you.’

‘Clearly you’re not doing a great job and any progress like I am.’

You let out a sigh as you type, ‘Had a tiring day. I’ll focus, sorry.’

Out of all platforms, you and Levi were communicating in google docs. You wanted to laugh at that.

He didn’t type out a response instantly. You wait for what it seems like twenty minutes or so.

You thought that maybe he has already fallen asleep, but your eyes lit up in anticipation when you saw letters being typed.

‘Get some rest. I can handle this my own.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Very.’

‘But why?’

‘Don’t want to risk my grades for having a shitty output because my shitty pair is worn out.’

For the first time, you smiled at his remark and you didn’t make any retort.

Before you could turn your laptop off, you managed to catch a glimpse of what he typed out lastly.

‘Sleep tight.’

With that, you doze off with a smile on your face.

You can figure out what you feel for Levi Ackerman later. For now, you’d like to enjoy every bit of time you have with him.

At that point, you weren’t sure what fate has planned out for you.

Time passed by quickly. The day of your final presentation had finally come.

You practiced your script with Levi multiple times, and yet, you’re still a nervous wreck.

You paced back and forth in the back of your classroom, trying to recite your part in your mind.

In 15 minutes the presentation will start, and Levi is still nowhere to be seen.

That adds to one of your reasons for anxiety.

You were almost about to shed a tear when you hear your professor announce that the presentation will start, that is until Levi entered the room at the same time.

You let out a big sigh of relief, watching him make his way to you.

“I don’t know if I should punch you for not showing up earlier or thank you for actually showing up.”

He sat on a chair besides you, “Ran into some couple of problems on the way.”

You sighed once more. You can feel a bit of tense released from your shoulder. Still, you can’t shake the train of what if’s out of your mind…

What if you forget your part?

What if you instantly get mental blocked?

What if someone asks a question that you can’t answer?

What if Levi gets disappointed in you?

What if—

“Hey.”

You shriek as you felt a hand on top of yours. You looked at your hand that is being held by Levi, then you look at him.

His eyes met yours, “You’re shaking.”

Exhaling, “Sorry.” You looked down, bashful.

It was silent between the two of you, then you felt his fingers move to your palm, creating circular motions.

“I’ve read somewhere it helps people stay calm.”

“I wasn’t even going to ask.”

Finally, you maintained eye contact with him. The wave of ease hitting your senses the longer you look into his eyes.

You swore you could’ve melt into his touch.

“We’re in this together. You’ll do great.” He spoke up.

You let out a low chuckle, “Not shitty this time?”

“No.” He gave you a smirk.

He continued to caress your hand. As much as you didn’t want to, he lets go of it when both of you were called up to present.

You shook off the remaining nerves, ready to deliver an excellent report.

Just like Levi said, you did great.

The flow of the presentation was perfect. There were no holes in every information that was put in. The two of you even managed to answer every question that was thrown.

The both of you aced it.

You felt so happy with the outcome you thanked fate for not screwing you up this time.

As the final pair end their presentation, the whole class erupted in cheer for each and everyone’s hard work.

With that, the final science project for the school year has ended.

Also meaning the time you spend with Levi has ended.

It’s funny how ironic this is.

Ten weeks ago, you were yearning for this project to be done so you won’t see him again.

Ten weeks later, you’re yearning for more moments and meet ups with him.

It makes you wonder, is fate making him think and feel the same way as you do right now?

You went to the washroom to freshen up you and your thoughts as your professor gave the remaining time for a break.

Once you went back, there were no signs of Levi in the room.

But, your eyes landed on something that is placed on your table.

Coffee and Sandwich.

The same type of coffee, same type of sandwich Levi gave you after you both called for a truce.

Except, there’s a folded paper next to it.

You took the paper and opened it.

The contents inside made you want to run to find Levi and hug him.

In the note was written,

“The chances of me being paired with you are higher than an asteroid ever hitting the Earth. I like the odds of that.”

So for once you’ve decided, to let fate do its thing and let it lead you.

-

“That was four years ago? Unbelievable.”

The man besides you mutter, as you both walk together, hands intertwined.

“Four years ago, and I still remember it clear like it was yesterday. Isn’t that amazing, Levi?”

He scoffs, “You and your amazing brain.”

“Time flies so fast. Years ago we were at each other’s throat. Look at us now.”

As the saying goes, fate sure has its weird way bringing people together.

The both of you stop walking, finally reaching the top of the hill. Your breath hitched at the enchanting sight before you.

The sky is a perfect shade of blue colliding with purple.

You allow the gust of wind to sweep your hair as you inhale the fresh scent of air.

Is this what fate is planning for you all along?

“But I don’t think this is fate’s doing.” You say.

Levi only looks at you, expecting you to carry on.

“Us being paired together in that one science presentation, that may be fate’s doing. But us being here? It’s destiny.”

“Destiny?”

You look back at him, “We had the choice to ask our professor to change pairs with another classmate, bu—“

“—but we didn’t.”

He finishes your sentence which makes you chuckle.

“We didn’t.” You repeat, smiling at him. “This was our destiny from the start.”

“Since when did you start thinking about cheesy stuff like that?”

“Since the day you left that note after our presentation.”

“That was a moment of weakness.”

You burst out laughing, and Levi smirks…

No, he smiles at you.

“Hey, Levi.”

“Yeah?”

You look at the pool of stars above you, “Do you think the chances of Asteroid Apophis landing on the exact same spot we’re sitting at are high?”

“I thought we’re through this conversation?”

“Oh come on! You’re no fun!”

He lets out a soft snicker, “Well, only fate knows what is stored for that asteroid.”

“Who says something about being cheesy now?” You giggle.

“Oh shut up. You started it.”

“I did.”

“Your ways are rubbing off on me.”

“I try my best. I’m glad it’s working.”

“And this is what I have to put up with for the rest of my life?”

“You love me though.”

“I do.”

In this moment, you think that maybe…

Just maybe.

The odds are finally on your side now.

© withered-primrose, 2024

[withered-primrose]

𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧

synopsis: having you face the toughest battle during your period, all you needed was your boyfriend, muichiro.

pairing: tokito muichiro x reader

content: pure fluff, you and mui are same age, this is a headcanon on how he would be if his s/o is having their period tbh, self-indulgent, mentions of blood, modern au, muichiro being the light of your world & the best boyfriend.

words: 1,244

This whole thing is a misery.

Every corner of your room is in a pit of darkness.

Curtains closed, lights are off, door is locked.

To say that you’re in pain is just an understatement.

You’re in a state of agony.

Your blood was already draining out of your body, making you pale and weak. You couldn’t even move on your bed without feeling blood gushing out.

As if that wasn’t enough suffering, you feel too nauseous and sick to even do anything.

Have you eaten? Crossed out.

Have you freshen up? Crossed out.

Do you feel like vomiting? Check.

Do you feel every part of your body is sore? Check.

The immense wave of pain from your period cramps was your last straw. You were sure enough that you are dying.

You grunt in pain, moving your hand from hugging your pillow, to clutching your stomach.

Until you heard a knock on your door…

“Hey, are you in there?”

You couldn’t even answer. The pain from your cramps was overwhelming your whole body.

You heard knocking again. There was a pause for a moment, then you hear him talk, again.

“I’m coming in”

You hear the twist of the doorknob, followed by the creaks of your door being opened—then closed.

“It took me a while to get all the things you needed, sorry.”

You lift your head from your pillow to look at him.

Your eyes are slightly blinded as the lights are already opened but then there here he was, standing near your bed, holding paper bags with what it seems like it’s filled with necessities.

“Mui…”

You try to stand up from you bed with the remaining strength you have. Muichiro put down all the paper bags on your bedside table, proceeding to help you sit on your bed.

“Sorry, I messaged you knowing you were out.” You said to him with worn out voice, in which he only gave you a peck on the forehead in response. He then went back to the table to unpack all the things he has gotten for you.

Truth be told, you get a little worried during times like this. Knowing your boyfriend, he tends to forget things most of the time.

With his forgetful persona, you sometimes wonder how he still manage to always know what to do when you are in a state like this.

Like how he remembers the meals you want…

“Here… This was your craving a week ago, but eat up, you look pale.”

How he remembers all the things you prefer…

“I also bought pads… Without the wings, since that brings you discomfort.”

How he remembers the things that would make you feel better…

“I also got you painkillers and hot compress, these would make you feel at ease.”

Or how he even remembers all the things you love…

“Oh, and here’s a bag full of your favorite snacks, too. Eat as much as you’d like.”

Gestures of Muichiro like this really makes you question it.

Maybe because having done this before, he already knows what to do?

Not that you complain, no.

You really do appreciate every little thing he does and all the things he brought for you.

But that’s not what you need right now.

“Muichiro.”

You called out his name, which made him halt from unpacking. He looks at you with that wondering gleam in his eyes, as if waiting for a reason on why you just called him.

Giving him a faint smile, you pat the empty space besides you.

“Cuddles, please?”

He let out an airy ‘huh’ as his mouth went slightly agape. He put down the chocolate pocky he was just about to show you, then right away going under the covers with you, obliging your request.

You immediately hugged him the moment he was on your bed, snuggling your face on his chest.

Laying on his top, you feel his hand rubbing circles on your back, while the other playing with your hair.

“Missed you all day, Mui.”

You hum at the amount of comfort he’s giving you right now. Definitely an infinite times better than what you were feeling earlier.

“Sorry it took me some time to get here. I wanted to ensure I got everything right for you.”

He feels you smiling at his chest, then gently shaking your head to reassure him that you didn’t mind at all.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked.

“Better than ever, now that you’re here” You hugged him a little more tightly.

“Sure? You look so fatigued earlier when I entered your room.”

Then, you look up to him with a frown.

You sure do have the tendencies to change emotions quickly during your period. Muichiro couldn’t believe that. He just felt you smile, then the next second you look like you’re about to shed tears.

And he was right. You can feel your mouth trembling and eyes a little watery. Mood swings are still part of your suffering. Unfortunately, you both have to deal with it.

Then you completely broke out in front of him.

“Everything is so painful! My head hurts so much, my thighs are so sore I can’t move, I could feel the vomit right in my throat, and it feels like I got punched with a hammer with these cramps! I could feel my soul giving up and dying, you know?”

You sob out to him.

He adjusted the position you two were in. You, now laying on your side, being cradled by him and all he could do was listen to your little rants—how you loathe this period week, not knowing what to reply anyway. So, he just hushed you in between sobs, wiping the tears that are falling from your eyes.

Moments later, you stopped crying, “Ugh… I hate having my period…” burying your face back on his chest out of frustration.

He caress the back of your head, massaging it. You can hear the sound of his heartbeat, bringing comfort enough to close your eyes.

The both of you were like this for some moments, until he taps your shoulder.

“We should get up now, you need to eat to regain strength. I’ll help you tidy up too.”

Muichiro tried to squirm from your hug, in attempts to get up, which only made you tighten the hug once more, not wanting to let go of him.

He taps your shoulder again. Making his voice much more softer for you, “We need to get you freshen up, love. You’re such in a messy state, I can’t bear to se-“

“Can we just stay like this for a little more, please?”

All it took was one plead, and he didn’t waste any time giving in to your request.

He hugged you tightly back, and you entangle your legs with his, getting comfortable on bed with him.

Unbeknownst to you, Muichiro kept reminding himself that he would write down about this in his memo containing all about you—your favorites, what you love, what you dislike, and so on—in his phone, as he shower you with affection.

The voices in his head over and over reminding him that in some situations…

All you needed was his presence.

You and Muichiro snuggled longer than “a little more”.

But both of you paid no mind and said nothing about it.

After all, his warmth is a better comfort than any painkillers or hot compress.

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