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Reconnected (Tadashi Hamada X Reader)
First fanfic post! I hope you all enjoy :)
Summary: With Tadashi constantly at the lab working on Baymax thereâs a disconnect in your relationship. Happy ending!
Warnings: none
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âThanks, Joan! Iâll get that done by midday tomorrow. Have a good one.â
You end the video meeting and close your laptop, letting out a long sigh as you look around your apartment. The familiar emptiness greets you once again. Tadashi, your brilliant boyfriend, had been consumed by his work for months. His latest project, a healthcare robot named Baymax, had the potential to save thousands of lives, but the complexity of it all had absorbed every waking hour of his day.
Your routine had become monotonous: after work, youâd either hit the gym or do Pilates, make yourself a simple dinner, and retreat to bed. The bed creaked in the early hours when Tadashi finally came home, and when you woke up, the other side was always empty.
Staring at your phone, you hesitate for a moment before dialing his number.
âHey! This is Tadashi. Leave a message at the beep, and Iâll get back to you soon.â
You let out a shaky breath as his voicemail message cuts off, a knot forming in your throat. The uncertainty of your relationship weighed heavily on your heart. How much longer could you keep going like this? You needed something to changeâanything.
Determined to do something about it, you hustle downstairs to the kitchen and start chopping veggies for a soup Tadashi always loved. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board helps calm your nerves, but you still feel a deep ache in your chest.
The soup bubbles away as you carefully pack it into a thermal container. You take a deep breath, grab your helmet, and hop on your moped. When you pull into the SFIT parking lot, you canât help but chuckle softly at the sight of only one other moped parked thereâTadashiâs.
Your heart flutters, and you canât help but wonder why seeing your own boyfriend makes you so nervous. Maybe because you didnât know what kind of reception youâd get.
Pushing open the door to his lab, you spot him immediately. His back is hunched over the desk as he works on a small wiring issue, completely engrossed in his task.
âHi⊠TadashiâŠâ Your voice catches slightly as you greet him.
He turns around quickly, his eyes lighting up when he sees you, but thereâs a hint of concern in his expression. âY/n! Uh, what are you doing here? Itâs so late, and youâve got work tomorrow. You should go home and get some rest.â He shifts awkwardly, as if caught off guard.
You feel your heart race, but you push through the nervousness. âI, um⊠I brought you something. I missed you and wanted to make sure you ate well.â
Tadashi glances down at the neatly wrapped bag youâre holding, then back at you. His expression softens, but thereâs still a palpable tension. âOh, thank you, Y/n, but⊠I already ate a little while ago. I really need to fix this wiring by tonight. Iâll see you at home though, okay?â
Your heart sinks, but you force a smile, nodding. âOkay, Iâll see you at home.â
You turn quickly to leave, not wanting him to see the tears welling up in your eyes. Clutching the soup to your chest, you step out of the lab and back to your moped.
This is too hard. I canât keep being a ghost in my own relationship. You try to convince yourself that itâs all worth it, but the ache in your chest doesnât fade.
Once back at your apartment, you change into comfortable pajamas and collapse onto the couch, too drained to deal with your emotions. You cover yourself with a blanket, trying to shut out the frustration gnawing at you.
The sound of keys jingling at your front door makes you jolt awake. Itâs only 11 PMâTadashi usually doesnât come home until 1 or 2 AM. You sit up, confused and a little hopeful.
The door clicks open, and to your surprise, Tadashi is standing there, slightly out of breath. Heâs holding a bouquet of tulipsâyour favorite. You walk towards the front door.
âTadashi, whatâŠâ Your words are cut off as he steps forward, his hands gently cupping your face as he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are warm and desperate, as if heâs been waiting to do this for so long. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, and you both sink deeper into the kiss.
After a few moments, you finally break away, breathless, and notice the tears in his eyes. Your own eyes fill with tears as well.
âTadashi, whatâs going on?â
His gaze is steady as he looks into yours, his voice trembling slightly. âIâm so, so sorry, Y/n. Iâve treated you terribly these past few months. Yes, Baymax is important to me, but you are more important. I lost sight of that. When I saw you leave my lab earlier, I realized Iâve been neglecting you, and I canât keep doing that. I love you, Y/n. I promise, I will never forget that again.â
A wave of relief washes over you, as if a heavy weight has been lifted from your chest. You take his hands tightly, the words finally coming out as a soft whisper, âI love you, Tadashi. Iâll always support your work, but hearing you say that⊠it eases so much of the pain Iâve been feeling.â
Tadashi pulls you into a tight hug, his hands rubbing your back as he kisses the top of your head. âYouâve always been my greatest cheerleader. Now, let me be the one to support you.â
You smile, closing your eyes as you bury your face against his chest. His heart beats strong beneath your ear, steady and reassuring.
He sways you slowly from side to side, and you feel the tension in your body melt away. âShould we go to bed?â Tadashi asks gently.
You look up into his warm brown eyes, a soft smile spreading across your face. âYes, letâs go.â
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10 Ways You Ruin His Day (and 10 Ways You Ruin His Self-Control)
I originally made this list as character notes for future stories â I love digging deep into their dynamics and really breaking them down. But honestly? I couldnât not share. Would love to hear your thoughts too: what do you think drives them absolutely mad, and what turns them into helpless fluff puddles? đ€
đ Top 10 Things That Make Caleb Absolutely, Irrevocably Mad
1 He doesnât know where you are Even when it makes sense. Even when youâre safe. Even when heâs on the far side of a tunnel with no signal and too much time to think. The silence eats at him, turns every breath into a countdown. By the time heâs back, no one on the base dares talk to him until youâre in his line of sight again.
2 You come home with a bouquet of flowers from another man Itâs not jealousy, really. Itâs⊠fury dressed in olive green. Youâre standing there, smiling, saying some poor man gave you flowers because you saved his life. Great. Fantastic. Calebâs thrilled that his girlfriend is both competent and accidentally irresistible. But now he has to pretend this isnât bothering him while mentally comparing the man's face to strategic punching surfaces.
3 You climb on unstable furniture to reach something You know, nothing fancyâjust a stack of books on top of a chair thatâs on top of a bench. And you? Balancing like a gremlin in fuzzy socks. He walks in and suddenly the war flashbacks begin. You think itâs funny. He thinks itâs a workplace hazard, and you are the HR violation.
4 You rearrange his model planes He adores you. Worships the ground you walk on. Would throw himself in front of an oncoming dropship for you. But if you dust his shelf and dare to reorder his starfighters and aircrafts by vibes instead of model number? He's already rewriting his will. In blood.
5 You do something reckless and then smile about it You say ârelax, I had a plan.â He hears: âI almost died, and Iâd do it again, because Iâm cute and unstoppable.â That smile? That grin you give when you know exactly what you did and youâre proud of it? Thatâs why he needs stress meds. And maybe a punching bag with your face on it. (Lovingly.)
6 You casually mention the girl he used to date You say it with a smirk, like itâs just some harmless teenage memory. But he doesnât see herâhe sees you. You, standing in the doorway that day. You, catching him with her, both of them half-undressed. And you looking at him like something cracked between you. Back then, you were off-limits. You were the girl he wasnât allowed to want. So he wanted someone else. Easier. Safer. And now, years later, you bring it up like itâs nothingâwhile heâs still trying not to remember how badly he wished it had been you.
7 You werenât his first kissâbut worse, he wasnât yours It never comes up. Not out loud. But he remembers. Vividly. The hallway. The way your face lit up. The boy leaning in. You smiling. And Calebâwatching from across the room, fists clenched, jaw tight, playing the role of older brother when his whole body screamed mine. You never talk about it. But he never forgot. Never will. Because that moment shouldâve been hisâand someone else took it first.
8 You walk away during a fight, or shut down emotionally You call it âspace.â He calls it âpsychological warfare.â You shut down. He short-circuits. Nothing drives him more insane than trying to fix something while youâre actively ghosting him across the living room. Heâd rather you screamed. Threw something. Anything. But this quiet? This distance? Thatâs the one thing he doesnât know how to fight.
9 You cryâespecially if itâs because of him And then heâs done. Game over. His spine straightens like heâs under military command and his entire soul just went through the paper shredder. You cry, and suddenly heâs the villain. You say âitâs not your fault,â but that doesnât matter. Heâs already rewriting the past and taking full responsibility. And yes, heâll suffer in complete silence. Like a man.
10 You secretly try to uncover what heâs hiding from you You call it curiosity. He calls it a breach of protocol punishable by full emotional lockdown. You think youâre clever. He thinks you just walked into classified territory barefoot, blindfolded, and with a target on your back. You were never supposed to see that side of his world. And now that you have? He doesnât know whether to yell, hold you, or lock you in a room with military-grade firewalls and a blanket.
đ Top 10 Things That Turn Caleb Into a Complete Fluff-Mess
You wearing his dog tags / uniform shirt / flight jacket Instant puddle. No chance. He sees you in his gear and his brain just... shuts off. All he can think is mine mine mine, and he gets this dumb, soft little smirk like heâs trying so hard not to combust.
You falling asleep on himâespecially mid-conversation Youâre curled into his side, mumbling something about dinner plans, and then: silence. He looks down, sees you asleep on his chest, and thatâs it. Whole day ruined. Cancel all missions. Heâs not moving.
You bringing him coffee exactly the way he likes itâwithout asking That quiet, thoughtful act? Hits him right in the soldier-shaped heart. He doesnât even know how to process being taken care of, so he stares at the cup like it just proposed to him.
You absentmindedly touching himâfiddling with his fingers, tracing scars, playing with his hair He pretends he doesnât care. He does. He cares so much he forgets how to breathe. Just turns into a warm, red-eared statue trying not to whimper.
You whispering âI trust youâ or âI feel safe with youâ in a soft moment Core memory unlocked. He stores that one like sacred intel. Will literally whisper it back to himself at 3 AM when heâs lying awake, missing you. It breaks him in the best way.
You clinging to him in your sleep / pulling him closer without waking up Caleb.exe has stopped functioning. He will lie perfectly still for HOURS if it means not disturbing that moment. Bonus points if you mumble his name while doing it.
You defending him when someone questions his methods or past Heâs used to being the shieldânot having someone stand in front of him. The second you raise your voice on his behalf? He falls in love with you all over again. Might even cry. Secretly.
You gently helping him out of his gear after a long day Soft hands on his buckles. A kiss to his shoulder. A low âYouâre home now.â Thatâs how you make a Colonel melt. His fingers twitch like he wants to worship the ground you walk on.
You surprising him with something dumb and heartfelt, like a handmade gift or bad sketch of him He acts gruffâsays âthe hell is this, Pips?ââbut then puts it in his locker or keeps it in his chest pocket for missions like itâs sacred treasure. Because it is.
You calling him âbabyâ / âhandsomeâ / âsweetheartâ when he least expects it He acts like itâs annoying. It is not annoying. It turns him into actual butter. If you do it with a teasing smile? He short-circuits. Might drop something. Might combust. Definitely blushes.
đ©ș Top 10 Things That Make Zayneâs Calm Snap Like a Microsurgical Thread
You ignore his instructions when you're sick You had a fever of 102°F. He left explicit care instructionsâbed rest, fluids, minimal movement. You, sweating and glassy-eyed, decided this was the perfect time to rearrange the furniture. When he came home and found you dragging a bookshelf across the room âbecause the light felt wrong,â he genuinely considered sedating you. Not as punishment. As damage control. For both of you.
You order greasy fast food instead of going somewhere ânutritionally viableâ He offered to cook. You said no. Twenty minutes later, youâre eating fries from a paper bag while half of it spills on his clean table. You grin. He stares. Not angry at the food. Angry because you rejected his precision, then settled for processed chaos.
You leave wet towels on the floor after every shower Heâs not sure when it started. Day three? Day five? But every time he walks into the bathroom and steps into cold, soggy cotton, something in him fractures. You claim you âforget.â He suspects a psychological experiment.
You casually mention spending time with male friends You think itâs harmless. Lunch with Caleb. Training advice from Xavier. You light up when you talk about themâand thatâs the problem. Zayne doesnât say anything. Doesnât raise a brow. But the sudden over-fixation on his email inbox says everything.
You receive a speeding ticket. Forty miles over the limit. You wave it off like itâs a funny little anecdote. He sits in absolute silence, calculating the stopping distance of your car vs. standard reaction time at that speed. You think heâs judging. Heâs actually trying not to scream.
You poke his ass. Specifically, between the cheeks. You call it âaffection.â He calls it âemotional terrorism.â He flinches like heâs been electrocuted, whips around with murder in his eyesâand youâre giggling like a gremlin. Later, you regret nothing, but your thighs may beg to differ.
When you diagnose him with internet psychology Youâve read one book on attachment styles and watched three reels about emotional unavailability. Now youâve decided he has "clinical avoidant tendencies with a hint of fear-based control fixation." He stares at you, deadpan, like he's about to perform your autopsy.
You keep spoiled food in the fridge and expired meds in the cabinet You say âit doesnât smell that badâ or âmaybe it still works.â His eye twitches. His gloves are already on. Heâs not even mad at youâheâs mad at entropy. Youâve become its agent.
You watch reality shows. About infidelity. Willingly. You claim itâs âjust background noise.â But he walks in and hears someone scream âthatâs not even your baby, Kyle!â and your eyes are glued to the screen. His soul briefly leaves his body.
You washed his white lab coat. With your pink unicorn pajamas. Itâs not just the color. Itâs the betrayal. The symbol of his clinical neutrality now smells like bubblegum and looks like cotton candy. You say itâs cute. He looks personally violated by the washing machine.
đ©ș Top 10 Things That Make Zayne Soft Against His Will
You bring him lunch at the hospital He never asks. You just appearâarms full of neatly packed containers, face lit up like this isnât the third double shift heâs worked this week. He complains about the timing. The smell. The disruption. And then eats every bite with frightening focus. You leave. He stares at the empty container like itâs proof someone still believes heâs human.
You quote him back to himself like a philosopher You remember something he said weeks agoâsome throwaway line about time or structure or entropyâand you drop it casually in conversation, like itâs wisdom from an ancient text. He doesnât know how to react. You turned his logic into poetry, and heâll never recover from that.
You wear the little seal keychain he made He didnât think youâd keep it. Let alone turn it into your everyday keychain. But there it isâalways with you, worn smooth from touch. You twirl it absentmindedly while talking to him, never noticing the way his gaze lingers. Never realizing how something so small can hit him so hard.
You put a photo of the two of you on his desk It appears one day. No fanfare. Just⊠there. A moment frozen in light, sitting quietly beside his surgical reports and diagnostic schematics. At first, he moves it to the edge. Then back to center. Now it lives next to his pen. He doesnât talk about it. But itâs the only object on that desk he wipes clean with his bare hand.
His work shirt smells like you You borrowed it that morning, wore it while dancing around the apartment with wet hair and no real purpose. Hours later, when he pulls it on between rounds, the scent hits him like a loaded memory. He short-circuits mid-button. Everything feels warmer than it should.
You leave your phone with him while you shower No password. No hesitation. You toss it into his lap with a breezy âcan you clear out whateverâs making it lag?â and vanish behind steam. He sits there, phone in hand, suddenly trusted with everything. He opens nothing. But the fact that youâd let him? Thatâs the part that shakes him.
You ask for his opinion on minor discomforts A papercut. A weird freckle. A suspicious sneeze. You hold out your hand, utterly serious, asking what he thinks. Itâs laughable. Ridiculous. And it absolutely wrecks him. You could ask a dozen othersâbut you ask him. Like heâs the one who makes things better.
Youâre on top He likes control. Precision. Strategy. But when you climb into his lap, all instinct and fire, hands braced on his chest and lips already partedâhis brain stops cooperating. Thereâs something about you taking the lead that makes him unravel. Quietly. Violently. Completely.
You argue with him about complex theoriesâand mean it You donât just nod. You push back. You challenge. You quote sources he hasnât thought about in years. You spark. You flare. And he watches, fascinated, lips twitching with something dangerously close to pride. No one does this. No one dares. But you? You never flinch.
You whisper âI love youâ in your sleep Itâs not loud. Itâs not even clear. Just a faint breath in the dark, like a dream half-remembered. But he hears it. Every time. And though he never says a word in returnânot while you're sleepingâhis fingers tighten around your waist like he's anchoring himself to the only thing that matters.
đš Top 10 Things That Make Rafayel Absolutely, Irrevocably Annoyed at You
You told him his painting was âniceâ You stood in front of a piece that cost him three sleepless nights, a minor existential crisis, and two broken brushesâand said âNice.â Just like that. No gasp, no poetry, no tears. He aged five years on the spot. Somewhere in the distance, a violin cried for him.
You dragged him to a cat exhibit You thought it would be cute. Enrichment. A bonding experience. Instead, he spent the entire time perched on edge, eyes darting like prey. You said âtheyâre just kittens.â He said nothing. He was too busy making sure none of them came closer than ten feet.
You cleaned his studio You thought you were being helpful. But you moved The Pile. The sacred, unholy, perfectly calibrated mess. Now he canât find his favorite brush, and also heâs deeply offended by how cheerful you looked doing it.
You didnât reply to his messages for over an hour He sent three texts, one meme, and a âthinking of you đâ voice note. You replied 67 minutes later with âsry was showering.â By then, heâd already decided you were breaking up with him, joining a cult, or possibly dead. He had a whole monologue planned. And now youâve ruined it.
You cut your hair He loved your long hair. Adored it. Worshipped it. You showed up with a sharp little bob and said âitâs just hair.â It is not just hair. It is the collapse of a visual era. Heâs still adjusting. And by adjusting, he means mourning with wine.
You made fun of his driving You muttered âtechnically, you were meant to let the tram go firstâ He muttered âtechnically, silence is golden.â His driving is instinct. Vibe. Energy. If you didnât want drama, you shouldnât have sat in the passenger seat of a man who parallel parks like heâs in a ballet.
You woke him up too early He went to bed at 4 a.m. because inspiration struck. You woke him at 7:12 like it was nothing, and said âyou have that interview, remember?â He does remember. He also remembers specifically telling you that if he ever falls asleep before sunrise, you are to let him die peacefully, cancel all earthly obligations, and throw his alarm clock into the ocean where it belongs.
You hid your phone screen when a message came in You were probably teasing. Just being playful. But now heâs spiraling. Who was it? Why the secrecy? What do you have to hide? Congratulationsâyouâve just activated his inner opera villain.
You got jealous Which is absurd. Heâs the one who invented possessive affection. But you being jealous? That makes him unreasonably indignant. What do you mean you âdidnât like the way that gallery girl looked at himâ? Of course she looked. But he didnât see her. He saw you.
You burned the bacon You say âitâs fine.â He says itâs charcoal. The entire kitchen smells like culinary war crimes. And now heâll have to burn incense and replant three garden beds to recover emotionally. Who even let you near the stove? Who hurt you? Was it⊠the bacon?
đš Top 10 Ways You Accidentally Turned Rafayel Into a Purring, Love-Drunk Work of Art
You massage his head Heâs mid-rant. Arms crossed. Absolutely furious about the lighting in that gallery. And then your fingers slip into his hairâand just like that, the war is over. His entire body melts like heâs been tranquilized. Heâll deny it later, of course. But the way he leans into your hand? Case closed.
You claim him in public Itâs an art gala. Heâs dressed to ruin people. And then you slip your arm through his, fingers just tight enough to say mine. You smile like a goddess. He pretends heâs unaffected. Inside, heâs writing vows in ten languages and considering printing matching business cards.
You actually listen to his advice He knows he can be dramatic. Unfiltered. Emotionally volatile. But when you sit there, really listening, nodding like his words matterâyou destroy him. Suddenly heâs not the chaos. Heâs the compass. And that? Thatâs love.
You share every detail of your day over dinner You talk about everythingâthe lady at the store, the funny email, the awful latte. You give him your day like a story, like heâs the only one you wanted to tell. He leans in, listens too closely, files away each emotion like a collector of rare art.
Youâre always down for his wildest ideas Itâs 3 a.m. He wants to hike 2.5 miles along the beach, take a boat to a tiny island, and watch the sunrise with wine. You say âgive me five minutes.â And just like that, you become the only person worthy of his wildest, most beautiful chaos.
You let him photograph you Nothing compares. Not awards. Not praise. Nothing rivals the moment you look into his lensâbare, unfiltered, unashamed. Especially when youâre nude, glowing, and laughing like the world doesnât exist. Thatâs when he falls in love with you all over again. And again. And again.
You let him choose your dress You come out in the one he picked. Elegant. Perfect. You spin for him. And the way he watches you? Like he made you. Like youâre the gallery and heâs the only one with the key. Itâs not fashion. Itâs trust. And he adores you for it.
You sing when you donât know heâs home Wearing socks and earbuds, dancing with a broom, serenading your way through burnt pancakes. Youâre off-key. Glorious. Real. And he stands in the doorway, silent, just watching. Because in that momentâyouâre not posing. And heâs never loved you more.
You take care of him when heâs sick He has a fever of 99°F and insists heâs fading. You bring tea, stroke his hair, whisper that heâs âvery brave.â You donât mock him. You take his dramatics seriously. He will never forget it. He may also write you into his will.
You join him in the bathtub without asking Heâs already halfway submerged, music playing, steam curling in the airâand then you slip in behind him, no warning. You nudge your legs around his hips, hand him your shampoo, and let him wash your hair while you giggle. He tries to act unimpressed. But when he starts kissing your toes? Yeah. You win.
âš Top 10 Behavioral Anomalies That Triggered Xavierâs Internal Alert System
You break an agreementâeven if it's âjust a small oneâ Itâs not about control. Itâs about structure. You promised. And when you bend the rulesâjust slightlyâhe doesnât react outwardly. No visible shift, no sharp breath. But something behind his eyes goes cold. Because for him, even small deviations mean recalculating everything. And that means risk. To you.
You create drama âjust to get a reactionâ You push. You poke. You escalate. And he gives you⊠nothing. No outburst, no flinch. Just that flat, unreadable stare while he mentally exits the room. He doesnât get angryâhe just shuts off the part of himself that wants to stay.
You refuse his protectionâon principle You call it independence. He calls it a strategic vulnerability wrapped in pride. He wonât argue. Heâll just be one step farther back the next time, quietly cataloging how to stop caring just enough that it wonât kill him if something happens.
You call him coldâespecially when heâs holding himself together for you You see stillness. He feels restraint. You accuse. He remembers what it takes to not become the darker version of himself. If only you knew how much energy it took to stay composed. If only you knew it was for you.
Youâre late Five minutes. Ten. No message. No explanation. And his pulse ticks upwardânot with impatience, but with pure, trained alertness. He starts looking for signs. Traffic reports. Emergency alerts. By the time you arrive, heâs smiling. But itâs the tight kind. The kind that says never again.
You skip training Youâre tired. You had a long day. You say youâll make it up later. He doesnât argue. He just recalculates survival probabilities and mentally adds you to the list of people who might die because they were unprepared. And he will blame himself for letting you get soft.
You pull away from his touch when you're angry Itâs not the rejection. Itâs the meaning behind it. He reaches outâsmall, careful, calculatedâand you shut the door in his face with a single backward step. He doesnât try again. He doesnât ask why. But the space you leave behind? It echoes.
You use a photo of Lumiere as a bookmark You think itâs cute. Maybe even sweet. He sees itâand freezes. Heâs not jealous. Not exactly. But the idea that you might admire that version moreâthe legend, the mask, the sharpnessâit unsettles something deep. Something he canât name.
You secretly believe youâre not good enough for him You never say it out loud. But he sees itâin your deflections, your nervous jokes, the way you doubt his love like itâs a glitch. It doesnât anger him in the usual sense. It justâŠhurts. Because youâre the only one who never had to earn it.
You throw yourself in front of him during a mission Itâs instinct, you say. Split-second decision. You didnât even think. And thatâs the problem. He does. Always. Every variable, every movement, every risk is accounted forâexcept you breaking formation to protect him. You think itâs brave. He sees it as catastrophic miscalculation. Not because you acted without logic. But because you decided his life was worth more than yours. And that? Thatâs the one conclusion he refuses to accept.
âšTop 10 Things That Quietly Break Xavierâs Walls and Leave Him Unreasonably Soft About You
When you start reading the same book heâs readingYou donât announce it. You just show up with the same title, a few chapters behind, and start casually asking questions. He plays it off. But inside? Heâs spiraling. Because thisâthisâis how you speak his language. Silently. Precisely. Together.
When you knock on his door like youâre trying to break it downItâs loud. Impatient. Inappropriate for the hour. But he knows that knock. That rhythm. That you. You need him. Not his solutions. Him. And somehow, that chaos pounding on his door feels more like home than anything else.
When you hug him from behindYou wrap your arms around his torso mid-task, face pressed between his shoulder blades, palms splayed across his chest like youâre anchoring yourself to something ancient and steady. He stills. Every time. Like someone just whispered a secret to his bones. He never asks why. Never moves away. He just tilts his head slightlyâlistening, as if your silence said everything he needed to hear.
When you touch his sword (the actual weapon, calm down)He never lets anyone handle it. Not even for cleaning. But your fingers skim the hilt, gentle, curious, reverent. And somehow⊠itâs okay. Youâre not just touching steel. Youâre touching him. And he lets you.
When you act like a little girlYou scrunch your nose. Say something ridiculous. Blush like you didnât mean to. And he watchesâutterly disarmed. Because he knows exactly what you want. You want him to carry you. Wrap you up. Keep you safe. And he willâwithout hesitation.
When you join him on a morning runYou complain. You lag. You swear this is ânot your vibe.â But you still show up. Same hour. Same route. And when you match his pace for those few precious minutes? He doesnât say itâbut heâs proud. Painfully proud.
When you share your dreamsâand say âweâYouâre rambling. Light spilling from your words. Talking about the future, the maybes, the next steps. But you donât say I. You say we. And that sound? That tiny shift in grammar? It settles deep. Irrevocable. Permanent.
When you make matching braceletsYou say itâs silly. Handmade. Slightly uneven. Thereâs a charm shaped like a rabbit. He never takes it off. Not in combat. Not in sleep. It rests against his wrist like a pressure pointâand grounds him better than anything else.
When you remember his habitsYour shopping list always includes his cinnamon. His brand of shampoo. The exact instant noodles he pretends not to love. You donât make a show of it. You just know. And that knowing? It destroys him in the softest possible way.
When you trust him completely in bedâeven when his darker side surfacesThereâs a momentâquiet, chargedâwhen the softness shifts. He waits. Watches. Braces for resistance. But you donât pull back. You open your hands. Arch into him. Let him take control without fear. That? Thatâs what breaks him. Not the pleasure. The trust.
đ€Top 10 Things That Push Sylus Into Maximum Sarcasm and Mildly Homicidal Disapproval
Your outdated, unreliable weapon Yes, he gets it. Itâs vintage. Itâs âstandard issue.â Itâs approved by the Hunters Association. Congratulations. That wonât matter when it jams and gets you killed. Every time you return one of the sleek, upgraded firearms he hand-delivers like heâs your personal armory concierge, he has to resist asking if you've already made a draft of your death wish. Alphabetically sorted. With floral headers.
You chew gumâand pop it Itâs not the gum. Itâs the snap. The sudden, violent pop of sugary air bubbles that hits his trauma response like a trigger. He knows itâs just a noise. His shoulder still twitches. Heâs this close to reaching into your mouth and extracting the gum like a gentleman. A very sarcastic, deeply annoyed, half-feral gentleman.
You try to shake your tail (him) You use stealth tech. You block your signal. You go dark. Adorable. Youâre forgetting that the very system youâre relying on was developed by his own syndicate. The only person who ever really evades Sylus is Sylus. And maybe the cat that lives under his car. But not you. Never you.
You donât introduce him as your boyfriend to your old classmates You panicked. He gets that. You called him âa friend.â And now heâs deeply committed to the bit. For the next seven days, every time you said anything, he replied with âOf course, as your friendâŠâ in front of waiters, dealers, and one extremely confused ambassador. You only managed to shut it down by hastily posting a photo of you two with the caption âmy boyfriend and the love of my life.â Acceptable recovery. Barely.
You refuse to use his resources His private jet? Untouched. His cars? Collecting dust. His black card? Sitting unused like some kind of insult in your purse. You say youâre âindependent.â He says youâre actively offending his entire lifestyle philosophy. Do you have any idea how disrespectful it is to ignore an entire walk-in wardrobe prepared for you in his estate? Honestly, itâs almost admirable. Almost.
You once smoked a cigarette, and he saw it He didnât say anything. At the time. Just looked at you. Silently. Like someone had drop-kicked a kitten in front of him. Heâs not judging. Heâs just picturing your lungs in an ashtray. And adding another page to your death wish list.
You speak in riddles and expect him to âget itâ You want somethingâtime away, a trip, his attentionâbut instead of asking, you sigh dramatically and murmur, âItâs fine. I guess some people just donât want to escape the city with their girlfriendsâŠâ He blinks. Slow. Dangerous. âWas that a request, a riddle, or an emotional booby trap?â If you want something from him, Kitten, try using nouns and verbs. Not cryptic guilt puzzles.
You suggest another woman would be âperfect for himâ Itâs a joke. Offhand. Barely a breath. But your voice waversâjust slightlyâand that ruins it. He doesnât want her. He doesnât want options. He wants you. And now, thanks to your charming lapse in self-worth, he has to waste the rest of the evening reminding you that this face, this power, this entire empire already belongs to someone. Guess who.
You sneak up on him You never mean to. But somehow, you're always the one person who slips past every alarm, every trained instinct, and ends up whispering behind him when his brain is still in kill mode. It takes everything in him to not react on pure reflex. You think itâs cute. He thinks itâs potentially catastrophic.
You donât believe him when he says heâs fine Yes, heâs bleeding. Yes, his shirt is soaked. But he said âitâs a scratch,â and when he says thatâhe means it. His body heals like a myth. Your worried face? It makes something in him ache. Because the real wound isnât on himâitâs in you, for thinking heâs anything less than unbreakable.
đ€ Top 10 Things That Make Sylus Dangerously Soft for You (And Yes, Heâs Keeping Score)
When you finally spend his money It started with coffee. Small. Harmless. But the alert hit his phone and, for a moment, he genuinely wondered if his card had been stolenâuntil he saw your name. And something in him shifted. Not because of the cost. Please. He could buy the city it was brewed in. No, it was the fact you used it. You. Willingly. Now? Youâre bolderâlittle dresses, shoes, jewelry you donât need. And every time you do, he rewards it like you just proved you understand the assignment: what's his, is already yours.
When you give orders to his men like you're the boss You donât ask. You instruct. Calm, certain, completely in charge. One of his men hesitatesâjust onceâwhile youâre directing them to rescue a terrified kitten stuck in a tree. Sylus doesnât interfere. He just watches, arms crossed, a grin tugging at his mouth as armed professionals scramble to obey you like you're the patron saint of lost animals. Somewhere in his mind, heâs already fitted you for a crown. With tiny cat ears.
When you secretly pet Mephisto The mechanical raven used to drive you insane. Now? Youâre sneaking him treats and absentminded scratches under the jaw. Sylus sees it. Says nothing. But deep down, he knows: if youâve accepted the birdâyouâve accepted all of him. And thatâs lethal. To him.
When you make him a playlist You never explain them. Just send a link and say nothing. But he listensâevery time. Alone. In his car. In the bath. Eyes closed, calculating your every choice like itâs encrypted intel. Each track? A hint. A mood. A coded message from you to him. He doesnât ask for them. He just waits for the next one. And when it arrives, he treats it like gospel.
When you leave a trail of chaos in his car Your hair on the seat. Your gum wrappers in the cup holder. The seat so close to the wheel he practically has to fold in half. And the music? A full-volume love ballad ready to ambush his eardrums at ignition. It's obnoxious. Itâs inconvenient. Itâs perfect. His life, now featuring you.
When you eat from his plate You swore you werenât hungry. You said âno carbs this week.â And now? Youâre stealing fries from his hand and dipping into his steak sauce like itâs your birthright. He doesnât stop you. He just watches you chew with that look that says: mine. forever.
When you talk and talk and talk Something happens. You spiral. Words spill. Thoughts tangle. Youâre not even aware youâre ramblingâbut he is. He listens to everything. Stores it all. Because thereâs something magical about your voice when itâs unfiltered. You donât realize it, but he falls a little harder every time you forget to censor yourself.
When you crawl into his lap while heâs working Heâs in the middle of paperwork. Calculating things. Dangerous things. And suddenlyâyou. Right there. Knees on either side, arms around his neck, like the worldâs most beautiful interruption. He tells himself he needs to finish. But his hands are already on your hips.
When you call and ask for help A jar. A stuck zipper. A ride. It doesnât matter. Youâre a trained hunterâyouâve faced things with claws, fangs, and no name. But you still call him. Because you want him. And that? That wrecks him in ways heâll never admit. Heâs already on his way before you hang up.
When you scream his name right before you come Thereâs a lot heâs proud of. His empire. His power. His record. But nothingânothingâsatisfies him more than the moment your voice breaks open with his name. Like prayer. Like surrender. Like heâs the only thing in your world. Which, of course⊠he is.
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can i request s, r, j, and f with keito pls?? <33 thank you!!
a/n â heâs slightly ooc in âjâ because i thought itâd be funny to include that certain part LMAOAAO


KEITO HASUMI [ f, j, r, s ] sfw alphabet

f = fiancé (how would they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
commitment is a yesâ keito have thought about getting married a couple of times and plan a traditional shinto wedding in his head. considering his fondness for japanese tradition, itâs no surprise that heâd want his wedding to be one as well.
he wants to get married as soon as heâs sure both of you are ready to settle in for commitment. heâd probably have a hard time proposing, though. keitoâs determination may be big, but that doesnât stop him from feeling nervous. (he refused to ask anyone in akatsuki for helpâŠ)

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when theyâre jealous?)
you know what, good luck. he rarely gets jealous, keito trusts you with his whole entire life. he knows you wonât do anything to break his heart, and even says: âyou donât have the BALLS to cheat on me, [name].â
the only time heâll get jealous (barely) is when you stop coming to visit him anymore, and when you do itâs usually quick. heâll get so sulky (not like heâd show it anyway)... if you think heâs already quiet, oh heâs gonna become even more quiet. the only responses youâre going to get from him are âmhmâsâ, or nods.Â
heâs not even mad that youâre spending time with other people, because yeah, you deserve to hang out with your friends. heâs just sad that youâre rarely visiting him anymore and your long conversations are always through texts. </3 keito will hint how heâs feeling towards text messages, though, and thankfully you get the message.Â
no exceptions, you have to run to his house, apologize and spend your whole entire week, month, year (/hj...) with him now.

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
keito doesnât exactly have a favourite moment, as there are too many to count. if sitting in the almost empty library while reading counts, thatâs one of his favourites.
though, his favourite to do as a couple is to sit in silence with your head on his lap while heâs working. thereâs just something about it that seems⊠sweet and domestic of some sort.

s = security (how protective are they? would they like to be protected?)
keito may rarely get jealous, but heâs hella protective⊠his way of protecting isnât all about controlling, but rather sweet? heâs careful about his words and would scold you if you do anything rash/dangerous.
â[name], how many times do i have to tell youâŠâ blah blah blah, there he goes again. if youâre someone who likes to be reckless, expect a handful of lectures and keito losing his bonkers because of how many times you were caught by him, kuro or souma doing some goofy shit /j at this point, he just sticks by your side, or when heâs busy heâs calling you every single time he takes a break đ
overall, keito would prefer protecting than being protected.

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DANCE WITH ME UNDER A MOONLIT SKY.
SUMMARY. enstars characters as a selection of romance quotes that make me want to crush them in my hands
FEATURING. rinne amagi, keito hasumi, tatsumi kazehaya, natsume sakasaki
NOTES. reader is gender neutral, no warnings just pure unfiltered fluff, idiots in love, not proofread
rinne amagi
âit's not that i can't live without you; it's that i don't want to. there's a difference. we all make choices in life and i choose you. my heart belongs to you. and i'm not asking for it back, even if you don't want it anymore.â â the perfect game; j. sterling
rinne falls in love like the first drop of a roller coaster. it's nothing new, he knows how it starts and how it endsâand he swears it's going to be different this time. he isn't going to scream and yell when the rush takes over and he definitely isn't going to seriously fall in love with you. but the rails click with anticipation, and rinne amagi, who is usually so buoyant and a thorn in everyone's side, is unusually quiet. he reaches the very top, and everything else feels so small. the food cart the two of you were just at, the minigame he won just for you so you could take that big ugly bear home, the gift shop that you begged to visit at least once before you left. everything falls into place, and when he turns to look at you and your big annoying smile, asking words he can't quite make out, the ride tips over the edgeâand rinne amagi's voice is lost to the wind.
keito hasumi
âi will want you with every single ounce of my being during every single second of every single day for the rest of our lives. no amount of scars will stop me from loving you, from worshipping you with every moment we have together. you are it for me.â â when it raynes; montana fyre
keito falls in loves like free falling from a plane. he's perfectly guarded and protected around all sidesâheart packed tightly in the safest corner of his chest, ready for everything and anything thrown his way. it's the only time he isn't in control, and he can't work his way out of this one. the time is only perfect once he catches sight of you below, and keito finally takes a leap of faith, shutting his eyes tight and diving down head first. the wind rushes past him furiouslyâadrenaline rushes through his veins and his heart is still beating straight out of his chest even when he lands right into your arms. his pupils are blown wide, hair tussled from the wind, glasses long gone from the fallâbut you smile at him so warmly that keito thinks he might dive right into your arms right again.
tatsumi kazehaya
âwhat are you smiling about?â / âjust admiring the view.â / âyou were staring at me.â / âlike i said, admiring the view.â â real players never lose; micalea smeltzer
tatsumi falls in love like quiet nights in front of a fireplace. there isn't anything else except him, you, and the burning of the distant firewood. you glow brilliantly in the golden light, and tatsumi realizes that he would do nothing but stay with you like this forever and he would be happy. the way you shuffle quietly under the large blanket, lost to sleep long ago. behind him, the world falls into a steady pulse, a silent lull that fades into the background as he flickers to lifeâsimilar to the flames in front of him. he draws mindless circles on the back of your hand whilst you sleep and wonders just what and when things changed. on what day, on what occasion? but tatsumi doesn't mind, not when your eyes are closed so peacefullyâhe could stay with you like this forever, after all.
natsume sakasaki
âloving you is as natural to me as breathing. you came into my life and wormed your way into my heart. i knew the first time i saw you that there was no one like you on this planet. no one else for me.â â academically yours; jennifer chipman
natsume falls in love like pancakes over breakfast. it's soft, warm, uplifting, and it feels like he has lived this domesticity with you all his life. because he knew from the first time he set sight on you that you were the oneâwith your messed up tie and mismatched socks, rushing through the halls with papers flying all around. he feels like the center of a cliche movie, a silly and laughable child's tale. but you are there in every vision he sees. with you, every moment is a state of wonderful blissâfeatherlight touches, playful teasing, kisses that never seem to last long enough. natsume doesn't care, he knows you have all the time in the world together. and if fate would not allow it, then he would just have to curse everyone altogether until it did.
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hello! can i request keito with fem reader where they both got caught in rain while they're on their way home, and keito couldn't help but gets turned on looking at his girlfriend getting soaked, her body curve almost looking visible to some eyes :( when they got back home she noticed that keito has been quite and ask him what's wrong, and then he loses himself and fuck her in the bathroom??
âJust⊠hold still for a minute.â
synopsis â getting caught in a storm was not on his agenda. but having his dignity washed away by the rain was definitely not what he planned for [keito hasumi x fem! reader]
content warnings â nsfw, mdni. semi-exhibitionism(?), pervert! dom! keito, bathroom sex, penetration, creampie, pussydrunk! keito
authorâs note â i used to not like keito, but the enstars fandom REALLY changed my mind about that haha⊠even more so after this i bet.
word count â 1401
âDAMMIT, ITâS STARTING TO RAINâŠâ
Scowling, Keito tugged you under the nearest overhand as soon as he felt the first few drops, glaring at the darkening clouds. âAnd it lookâs like itâs not gonna stop anytime soon.â
You sighed. âWell, so much for a nice date. Do you think Kuro can pick us up?â
âHeâd be driving all the way back from work- and just for a thirty-second drive back to the house?â He gave you a half-hearted glare, and you shrugged. âItâs not worth it.â
âWell, then can we try to make a run for it? Itâs still light-â
You were interrupted by a thunderous roar, the rain increasing tenfold. Fat droplets hit the overhang over the two of you, rolling down from the sides and splattering you and Keito.
The latter grumbled, wiping a stray droplet from his glasses. âWell thatâs great. I donât think we shouldâ the weather is dangerous. But itâs more dangerous for us to stay here, so I say running back to our house is our best betâŠâ
You didnât wait for him to finish; you were already off. The male let out a noise of surprise, going to scold you, but relented and joined you in the pouring rain as the two of you raced back home.
He would glance towards you frequently, but the more he did it the harder it was to look away. The rain had soaked through your blouse, the material sticking to your skin and becoming so translucent that⊠dammit. Why were you wearing such a pretty braâ wait, why was he even looking at that?! How undignified can he be?
And the fact you were basically flashing yourself in public⊠god, he was losing his mind at an incredible rate. He couldnât think straight, forgetting both yours and his wellbeing as he almost tripped over the curb of a sidewalk and slipping towards you. You didnât think much of it, deciding that he was just having trouble in the rain.
Yeah, the rain was making his face red and reduced him into a stuttering mess as you tried to get the house keys from him. YeahâŠ
You breathed out a sigh of relief as you finally stepped in your house, away from the rain. Caring less about the water prints you left around the house, you rushed to the bathroom to dry up and changed. Keito hesitated, hovering over the entrance as he tried to process what just happened.
Did he get turned on? Yes. Should he do something about it?
âŠYes??
- - -
âKeitoâ are you alright? Why are you acting so weird?â
The said male mumbled out an inaudible response, burying his flushing face into the towel he dried his hair with. When he peeked up, you couldnât help but coo at his pout, his eyes more prominent without his glasses. âSeriously, whatâs wrong?â
âN-nothing,â He muttered, obviously lying. Deadpanning but not wanting to feed into the nonsense, you just sighed and turned around to reach for your hairbrush.
âCanât you just stop acting like a baby for once? You-â You cut off with a jolt, feeling Keitoâs still-damp hands grab your waist tightly as he pulled your back flush to his chest. The hairbrush hit the tile with a sharp noise, but that soon was forced into the back of your mind as you stared at the male a bit closer. âKeito??â
He seemed to whisper an apology, but after glancing at you in the eye he raised his voice. âJust⊠just hold still for a minute.â
âWhat?â
One of your free hands grabbed the side of the sink, instinctively grounding yourself as your boyfriend suddenly shoved his hands under your belt and down your thighs, bringing your pants and underwear along with it. You made an effort to jerk away to his boldness, but shivered and froze after you felt his hot breath on your neck.
He was desperate desperate.
In fact, he was so whipped that he didnât even bother to apologize, which was saying something because he usually does whenever he jumps on you out of the blue. Right now his mind was set on getting himself off, with you in tow.
He got into foreplay quickly, his deft fingers rubbing your swelling nub and folds. Flinching, your other free hand lifted up to cover your mouth but Keito beat you to it, slipping two fingers into your mouth just as he nipped at your shoulder.
You were going to lose your balance soon- with your boyfriend working you with both his hands and mouth, you felt the inescapable adrenaline he was feeding to you. When he saw your legs buckle visibly and your eyes clouded, he picked up the pace on your cunt, faint squelching sounds reaching both of your ears. You came with a soft whine, your hands going to grip Keitoâs shirt as he fingered you through your orgasm. Fatigue was already creeping up your body as you caught your breath, but the knowing grip he had on you said that you werenât resting just yet.
âYou came so easily,â Keito observed out loud, his lack of tone making you shiver. âGlad to know I wasnât the only one craving this.â
âJust hurry upâŠâ Grumbling, you reached back to press on his ass, the force making him grind against your own. His bulge was prominent, and when he felt the clothed sex rub against your heat the both of you groaned. âMake it quick.â
âDonât tell me what to do,â He snapped, but obliging to your words as he impatiently tugged his pants off and let his cock spring out of his boxers, resting on the curve of your back. You bit your lip, grabbing it to align with your hole, but let out a small grunt of shock as he pushed you against the sink, pinning both of your hands on the cold marble.
Any complaints that were about to bubble out soon grew into rushed moans as Keito slipped into you effortlessly and immediately started to rut into you, shying grunts slipping through his lips as his eyes screwed shut.
âOh fuck-!â Your head fell on the marble top, the coolness of the stone competing with the raging fire your boyfriend was now fueling. Being louder than him right now, your pathetic attempts to speak echoed through the bathroom walls, your own lewd moans reaching your ears.
Your hands were let go a while ago, Keitoâs arms instead wrapping around your waist as he almost lifted you up every time he slapped his pelvis to your cunt, feeling your previous orgasm string off between your thighs and his hips. At this point he was so lost in your cunt that he didnât even slow down for you when another numbing orgasm rolled over you, your cries white noise to him, as all he could focus was how tight you were wrapping around his cock.
âK-Keito- ghk- tâfast-t~!â You struggled to shied away from him, but heâs had you wrapped around your finger for this long, he canât let go now especially since heâs nearing his high. Letting out a tsk at you antics, he muffled your complaints with a hand, his grip tightening around your jaw as he nipped at your ear.
âJust be my little whore for a bit longer,â He spat out, his breaths shaky as his pace became ragged and inconsistent. âBit- bit longerâŠâ
The tears that were gathering around your eyes finally fell as you felt Keito push even harder into you, soon feeling warmth explode in your cunt as he pumped you full of his seed. That feeling alone was enough to wrench out a third orgasm from you, your body convulsing violently. Finally the male slowed to a stop, collapsing onto your shaky figure as the both of you held on the sink to stay on your feet.
You couldnât see it, but felt Keitoâs seed drip out your hole and trickle down your thighs when he pulled out, shivering as you felt his fingers scoop it up and finger it back to your hole.
âJesus, KeitoâŠâ You let out a breathless laugh, turning your head to see his flushed face, the post-orgasm finally clearing his head. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but his bright red ears gave it away.
âLetâs- letâs just get cleaned up. And not a word about this.â
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The Inheritance Games Trilogy: Alisa
no but why has the Alisa x Nash x Libby trio never been discussed?
âWhen did I become the enemy here? I have only ever done what the old man wanted me to do.â She spoke like those words were beung physically torn out of her. âDo you have any idea what thatâs cost me?â // And when she spoke about what her loyalty to the old man had cost her⊠Sheâs talking about Nash. âI am holding this empire together by a thread.â
For a second, I felt really bad that Avery mistrusted Alisa.
Alisa was literally Nashâs ex-fiancĂ©e. And sheâs putting up with aaaaaaall of this. Iâm just curious as to why she is very adamant on following through with the old manâs orders. No hate for Libby. I just want a better storyline for Alisa, one where she just chooses to be happy and not stuck with watching her ex go out with other people right in front of her face.
If Nash and Libby are endgame then good for them. I just hope Alisa gets a better ending. She deserves better after finding EVERY WAY POSSIBLE for Avery to retain her inheritance. That is pure effort, skill, and cleverness; a product of The Hawthorne Legacy:
âYou have five minutes,â he said coldly. Hurt flashed across Alisaâs features, and I remembered what Max had said. Alisa had moved me back here without my permission. With my life on the line, sheâd acted to save my inheritance. âDonât look at me like that,â Alisa said to me this time. âIt worked, didnât it?â I was here. I was alive. And I was still a billionaire. âIt cost me dearly.â Alisa held my gaze. âIt cost me this family. But it worked.â I didnât know what to say to that.
A thank you would be nice? Can I just acknowledge that ALISA SAVED AVERY HER INHERITANCE IN SOOOOOO MANY INSTANCES IN THE NAME OF WHAT THE OLD MAN WANTED: WHYYYYYYYYY????????? WHAT WAS THE REASON??????
And the fact that sheâs villainized for it? No, in the next book I want Avery to make decisions WITH A COST. LET HER TAKE THE REINS OF THE EMPIRE AND EMULATE THE UNDERSTANDING WHY THE HAWTHORNES CALL IT BLOOD MONEY AND WHY BOTH TOBIAS(ES) WANT NONE OF IT FOR THEMSELVES OR TO BE INHERITED.
End of rant. In conclusion, Alisa deserves better. Rooting for a justifiable ending for her in the last book.
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Yaku please <3
YAKU
There is a bottle of your perfume hidden on the third shelf, hidden behind some excess bottles of bodywash and lotion.
You pull it out and weigh it in your hand, surprised to find it half empty.
"Mori?" You ask, half curious, walking the short distance back to the kitchen. "Are you having an affair?"
Morisuke freezes at the kitchen counter, a bottle of your favorite creamer raised in the air, ready to pour.
"What?" He asks, blinking. His eyes, wide and gorgeous and oh so sharp, catch the bottle in your hands. "Where you snooping around again?" He barks, dropping the creamer back on the table. You know that tone. Half rage, half embarrassment.
You raise the bottle. "I have been looking for this for ages!"
"It's not yours," he insists. "I put yours back when I bought my own."
"What for?" You take a step closer. "It's half empty. Who needs that much perfume?"
"It fades quickly," Morisuke points out. "Next time we're getting better quality."
A blush works itself onto his cheeks now. "I put it on my pillow when I'm away, okay?"
"Aww," you coo, taking the last step only to curl your arms around him. "I kinda figured. But you still get to suffer a little. You got mad when I did the same."
"Yes, because you used my most expensive after shave and your perfume is way cheaper."
"Whose fault is that?"
He snorts. "Fine, I'll get you a different brand tomorrow.
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Feel like now is a good time to remind y'all that when asked "which player had the most effect on you?", these two dead-ass put each other's name as their answer.
So, yeah, YakuNoya might be realer than you think, just saying. *wink*
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â„. * yaku bf hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, mention of praise, post-time skip, my shitty writing, not proofread
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-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to work his way into your heart if you struggle opening up to your relationship boundaries. He'd spoil you endlessly for sure, with his love and with gifts.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to love cuddling with you, just holding you in his arms makes him feel so safe and content. He'd also enjoy giving you neck kisses if he's big spooning.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to give his all when he sees you in the stands at one of his games. He'd be extra pumped up and try his hardest, not to impress you, but to show you the prize you scored when you started dating him.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to be very good at communication. If you end up arguing with Yaku, he'd work it out with you while being the most patient he's ever been. He'd acknowledge your feelings, making you feel heard, and help you through any hurdles you may encounter.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to be your gentleman. He's gonna be walking a step ahead of you to open the door first, holding your bags or clothing, and even following with the sidewalk rule. If someone mistreats you, he'd absolutely turn his head around and clap back.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to have words of affirmation as his love language. He's excellent when it comes to teamwork with his manmade confidence on court, helping out others even if he does tell them that they suck. With you, he'd do the same but with tons of compliments and more gentle care.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to absolutely show your parents the best version of himself through his loving words about you and his kind and proper actions. Your parents find him to be a very respectable man that enjoys just being in your presence. Yaku also loves to listen to the stories about you that your parents tell him.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to be definitely whipped on that pussy. He's pussydrunk, eyes half-lidded while he's biting back his moans. When a few words slip off his tongue, he's praising you on how good you take him profusely, and how your tight plush walls clamp down on him every time his cock twitched inside you.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to love when you sit on his lap with his dick just inside you. He loves the way your arms wrap snuggly around his shoulders while his hands are on the flesh of your dough-like ass, gazing at your lewd expression as you adjust to his length.
-Yaku, the type of boyfriend to cuddle you to bed while holding your hand. When face to face with you, he's peppering the surface of your face with his most gentle kisses until you drift off to bed. A slight tired smile on his face while he takes one more look before sleeping.
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i was the one who requested hurt/comfort Brant fic. THANK YOU FOR GRANTING MY REQUEST&FEEDING MY DELULU(â§áâŠ) (sorry for bad english huhu T^T)
And I'm here for requesting again! Wdyt abt Brant take care over his spouse who's got very very very drunk, but his spouse who's usually calm&quiet now becomes all flirty and touchy here&there (giving him ton of kisses on his face)? And Brant's response? He's become a COMPLETELY BLUSHING MESS! Head empty bcs how clingy and affectionate she became!
But if you have another scenario let's go with yours! I just wanna see him nervous with red face honestly (sorry /j). That's all! Thank you again pookie! May your Brant&his weapon come earlyâĄ!
TOMORROW, OUR BOY WILL FINALLY HAVE HIS BANNER
I wish you and all Brant wanters, Aventurines luck. All brant wanters will be brant havers đđ€
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Drunk on Love
The fires in Foolâs Elysium burned bright, casting flickering gold across the cavern walls as the Troupe of Fools celebrated another successful performance. The air was thick with laughter, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine swirling between the revelers, and Brant was, as usual, at the center of it all.
âAnd then, as the guards closed in, I told them, âAh, but gentlemen, surely you wouldnât lay hands on a humble man of the arts!ââ Brant spun dramatically, arms flaring out. âAnd just as they hesitatedâboom! Gone in a puff of smoke!â
The crowd around him erupted in laughter and cheers, toasting his theatrics. Brant grinned, preening under the attentionâuntil something, or rather someone, latched onto him from behind.
Warm arms wrapped around his waist, a face pressed into his back, and a voiceâsoft but undeniably intoxicatedâmurmured, âBrant.â
He barely had time to react before Y/N, usually so calm and composed, turned him around and clung to him.
Brant blinked. âOh.â
Y/N was flushed, her expression dreamily affectionate, her grip firm as she buried her face against his chest.
ââŠOh,â Brant repeated, a slow grin spreading across his face. âWell, well, what do we have here?â
He tilted her chin up, gazing down at her with playful curiosity. âDarling, you look like youâve had quite the generous helping of wine. Enjoying yourself, are we?â
She pouted. âMmhmm. But youââ She poked his chest. âYou talk too much.â
Brant gasped theatrically. âMe? Talk too much? Impossible.â
Y/N squinted at him like she was trying to solve a great mystery, then sighed dramatically. âYouâre so pretty,â she murmured, almost to herself. âNot fair.â
Brant chuckled. âI canât say I disagreeââ
Before he could finish, she cupped his face and kissed his cheek.
Brantâs brain stuttered.
The surrounding Fools whistled and hooted, but Brant barely heard them. He was too busy trying to process the fact that Y/Nâreserved, steady, unshakable Y/Nâwas pressing soft, lingering kisses along his jaw, moving dangerously close to his mouth.
He stiffened, heat rushing to his face. âY-Y/Nââ
Another kiss, this time right at the corner of his lips.
Brant squeaked.
His usual charm crumbled. He, Brantâsmooth talker, silver-tongued rogue, shameless flirtâwas suddenly incapable of forming a coherent sentence.
âAlright, alright, I think someone needs a little fresh air,â he managed, voice pitched slightly higher than usual.
Without waiting for her response, he swept her into his arms, ignoring the smug looks and snickers from the others as he carried her toward his quarters.
Y/N only hummed contentedly, resting her head against his shoulder. âYou smell nice.â
Brant stumbled.
The journey through the winding tunnels of Foolâs Elysium had never felt so long. By the time he reached his private spaceâan alcove filled with scattered notes, fabrics, and an absurd number of pillowsâhis heart was pounding.
He set her down gently, exhaling. âAlright, darling, letâs get you settledââ
But Y/N didnât let go.
Instead, she tugged him down with surprising strength, pulling him onto the cushions beside her.
Brant let out a very ungraceful sound as he landed, his back hitting the soft bedding, and before he could react, Y/N straddled his lap.
Brant stopped breathing.
She leaned in, her fingers tracing his collarbone before sliding lower, over the fabric of his shirt. âYouâre so handsome,â she murmured.
Brantâs brain was gone. Utterly, completely gone.
âY-Y/Nâdarling, youâyouâre very drunk right now,â he stammered. âI think you should restââ
She ignored him, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. His breath hitched as she pushed the fabric aside, exposing the faint, intricate glow of his Tacet mark against his skin.
Y/Nâs eyes widened in wonder. Gently, reverently, she traced the mark with her fingertips.
Brant whimpered.
No one ever touched his Tacet mark. It was sacred, sensitive, and yet here she was, mapping every line and swirl with delicate fingers. His entire body tensed, his skin burning under her touch.
âY/N,â he choked out. âIf youâkeep doing thatâI might actually die.â
She giggled. Giggled.
âYouâre cute when youâre flustered,â she mused.
Brant let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a groan and a laugh, dragging a hand over his face. âOh, you are never going to let me live this down, are you?â
She beamed at him, and gods, she was beautiful.
Then she kissed his forehead.
His breath caught.
Then his nose.
His heartbeat thundered.
Then both his cheeks, her lips soft and warm, her hands cradling his face like he was something precious.
Brant shattered.
âAlright, thatâs enough, you dangerous woman,â he rasped, his voice uneven. With a dramatic flourish (that was only slightly desperate), he flipped them over, pinning her beneath him.
Y/N gasped, blinking up at him with wide, hazy eyes. âBrant?â
He smirked, though his face was still bright red. âMy turn.â
He leaned downâslowly, deliberatelyâand pressed a single, lingering kiss to her forehead.
Her breath hitched.
Then, with exaggerated care, he kissed her nose.
Her fingers curled into his shirt.
Then, finally, finally, he brushed his lips against her cheek, just barely, before pulling back with a triumphant grin.
âHowâs that for theatrics, darling?â he teased.
Y/Nâs face was scarlet.
Brant chuckled, pleased with himselfâuntil she pulled him down again, burying her face against his chest with a sleepy sigh.
âWarmâŠâ she mumbled. âStay.â
Brant softened.
He sighed dramatically but wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin atop her head. âYou are going to be the death of me,â he murmured, but there was no heat behind the words.
Y/N hummed in contentment. Within moments, her breathing slowed, her body relaxed against his, and she drifted into sleep.
Brant lay there for a long time, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.
ââŠI am so in love with you,â he muttered to himself, utterly doomed.
And for once, the ever-charming Brant had no idea what to do about it.
Brant had been in many thrilling, perilous situations in his lifeâperforming daring acts on stage, conning pompous nobles, escaping armed guards, even staring down the Dragon of Dirge. But nothing, nothing, had ever left him as utterly helpless as this.
Y/N was clinging to him in her sleep.
Not just loosely holding onto himâoh noâshe had wrapped herself around him, arms tucked beneath his coat, face pressed against his chest, and legs tangled with his own. She was warm, impossibly warm, her breath tickling his skin as she sighed contentedly in her slumber.
Brant was losing his mind.
His face was burning, his heart hammering against his ribs like a drumbeat in a grand performance. He had triedâtriedâto gently pry her off when he had first realized the situation, but the second he moved, she had whined softly and only held on tighter.
He was doomed.
With an exaggerated sigh, he flopped back onto the cot, staring at the ceiling of his little cavern home. "This is my life now," he murmured to himself, though the complaint held no real weight.
He glanced down at her, a fond smile tugging at his lips despite his still-racing heart. Her expression was so peaceful, so utterly at ease. It made something deep in his chest ache.
Carefullyâso carefullyâhe let his hand move, brushing along her back in slow, comforting strokes. She sighed again, nuzzling closer. Brant bit his lip, trying to suppress the giddy, ridiculous smile threatening to spread across his face.
"Oh, youâre dangerous," he whispered, shaking his head in amused defeat. "Too dangerous."
But as much as he should be trying to escape, he⊠didnât want to.
For all his theatrics, for all his flair and bravado, Brant was a man who had gone years without a true place to belong. He had always been the fool, the outcast, the man who danced on the fringes of society. Yet here she was, clinging to him like he was something precious, like he was safe.
He swallowed hard, his fingers absentmindedly tracing small circles against her back.
Maybe, just this once, heâd allow himself to believe it.
With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.
If this was the price of taking care of her, of having her trust him enough to cling to him even in sleepâŠ
Then he would gladly let himself be tangled in her warmth for as long as she would have him.
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hello! may i request reader going on their first date with the amphoreus trio (phainon, mydei, anaxa)? Love your writing!!<3
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you donât expect phainon to be so⊠meticulous.
not stiff - no, he's far too fluid for that. but thereâs a quiet kind of gravity in the way he carries the date, like every part of it has been considered. the location - quiet, sky-lit, with flickering lanterns above and soft cushions underfoot. the music, ambient and low. the conversation: light at first, a dance of observation and humor, and slowly peeling into something deeper.
he's not easily surprised, but thereâs a pause - a flicker of real warmth - when you laugh at one of his dryer remarks.
"you actually got that?" he murmurs, eyes crinkling faintly.
you didnât know someone could look at you like that. not like prey, not like a curiosity - but like a puzzle heâd very much like to keep unfolding, if youâll let them.
when he walks you home, he doesnât press. no lingering touches or teasing suggestions. just a promise in his voice when he says, âif you want to do this again... you wonât need to wait long.â
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the date starts with formality.
he greets you like a knight would (despite his rough exterior) - softly bowed head, gloved hand offered, something fond and careful in the way he says your name.
youâd think it would stay serious, but⊠it doesnât.
heâs more relaxed than expected. calm, but not cold. surprisingly easy to laugh, easier still to listen. the restaurant he picks is traditional but warm, and heâs memorized the menu before you even sat down - clearly overthinking.
you tease him for it gently, and his smile flickers - embarrassed, almost.
âi wanted it to be right,â he admits. âfor you.â
he listens to you like youâre the only voice in the world. no rush. no distraction. just this quiet awe, like heâs been waiting longer than heâll ever say for a moment like this.
as the night winds down and the stars blink to life overhead, he walks beside you without needing to fill the silence. your shoulder bumps his. he doesnât move away.
when you thank him for the night, he says your name again - so softly.
"if you would like to do this again with me... who knows, perhaps i'll cook for you,"
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you expect awkwardness.
anaxa is awkward, not in an endearing way - in a stiff but trying way, like he read five guides on how to go on a date and took notes but on his coreflame he would never admit that. he shows up ten minutes early, clearly rehearsed his greeting, and gifts you something handmade - a little carved charm, shaped like a dromas.
âi didnât know what people usually give,â he mutters, eyes darting anywhere but yours. âbut they said first dates should have something memorableâŠâ
you melt.
the outing itself is simple - a walk through a bioluminescent garden, glowing with gentle pink and blue hues - and itâs quiet at first. but as you talk, anaxa loosens. especially when you ask him questions about the stars, about dromas, about what he loves.
and by the end of the night, you realize: heâs been watching you the whole time with soft, amazed eyes.
as if he canât quite believe this is real.
when you part ways, he opens his mouth - closes it - then blurts, âi... did not expect to enjoy this date as much as i have... would you be open to doing this sort of thing next week?â
your smile tells him everything he needs to know.
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Mydei x Reader Drabble
Warning: 3.3 Quest Spoilers
When Mydei left to become a titan you knew it would be the last time youâd see him. It was his destiny to fight and protect the people of this era.
Deep down you hoped for the best, that the Chrysos Heirâs would fulfill their journey and heâll be able go come home to you. Every night under the stars youâd pray for his safety.
You were also aware how Mydei told Phainon to keep an eye on you and to protect you when he wasnât there. And that he did, protecting you even as many started to die off beside him.
No matter how much you prayed to the titans above, you knew. Everyone heard the news. He was dead. Nothing could change that.
Perhaps, in your next life, the two of you can be together again. But until then, your fight isnât over. And you will be the one to avenge him.
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đ đ”đ”đ” đ lovey dovey | various hsr men x gender neutral reader
đ â ; your boyfriend is tooootally the type of guy to...
love mail â a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do. good NIGHT. (it's 8pm as of posting) another short one :p i'm starting to grow to like writing these...
anaxa's the typa guy to prefer slowburn over anything. he wants to earn you, really. doesn't like it when things are too easy because he appreciates the art of courting, though if you DO make it easy for him he still tries to be romantic. wanting to at least feel like he's doing something right to receive such love from you </3
mydei's is the typa guy to appreciate when you bring him in for a dance while he's in the kitchen. while waiting for a dish to cook or the oven to preheat, you begin to hum a familiar song and take his hand. he lets out that deep chuckle of his, indulging in your antics as you two slowdance to your humming. it's so domestic i threw up hi guys
phainon is ABSOLUTELY the type of guy to cross half a battlefield just to help you during a fight. doesn't care how much he's hurt, the distance he has to run, he's at your side immediately. absolutely tears the enemy apart too like.. he is NOT losing anyone else.
dan heng is soooo the type of guy to love taking pictures of you :) candids, proper photoshoots, during dates.. all of it! he adores having his formerly barren camera roll be full of his brightest part of his day. he also keeps some photographs in his wallet, phonecase, all of that! isn't a big words guy so uses this as his way of appreciation <3
dr ratio is the typa guy to use you as his muse. has used your beauty as inspiration for sculptures and doesn't hold back on his compliments for you. you will STRUGGLE to be insecure with how insistent and sharp he is about how perfectly you're 'carved' to be. will playfully debate w u about it
boothill's the typa guy to let you leave your mark on his mechanical body. stickers, kiss marks if you feel like it, little accessories.. do whatever you want, wears it proudly like a medal. personal favorite is his wedding ring <3
moze is the typa guy to like going invisible before hugging you from behind. it used to startle you, but you've grown to appreciate it. he was only like this in the beginning, since he was quietly embarrassed about affection and wasn't sure how to approach it the way you did. decided this was the best way. although you miss it cause it was cute, you like how he doesn't feel the need to anymore. he's grown comfortable with affection <3
jing yuan is the typa guy to know your little 'questions' and subtle hints to things. ask him if he's hungry? he has your cravings being ordered on the phone. does something look nice on you? he already has his wallet out to pay for it. he also makes sure not to walk too fast and matches your pace, all while of course holding your hand. nothing works anymore because he just knows you too well đ gives you kisses on your forehead for trying. if you're unhappy he knows to follow up to your cheek, and if it doesn't work he finishes with a kiss to your lips. that one always works :)
gallagher the typa guy to LOOOVE flirting when your tipsy. sometimes you forget he's your boyfriend and get all giggly like when you first met him, it's his favorite thing. doesn't push it too far ofc because he wants to be respectful when you're under the influence, but it takes a lot of years of practice to be able to hold his constraint when you lean in for a kiss.. all sweet with your hands pressed up against his chest
caelus is totally the typa guy who loves to let you wear his jacket. for one, everybody knows it is his, and you wearing it means he's yours <3 so that means nobody approaches you and he likes it that way. also it's comfortable and fashionable! you never get cold :D (and you see his arms so i suppose it's a bonus)
luka is ONE HUNDRED percent the type of guy to love playfighting but he always lets you win. it's always fun with you, you're always so giggly and play dirty, plus while he can totally counter it, he doesn't. let's you have your fun the whole time! unless you start teasing him and that's when he locks in (to tease you back)
blade is the typa guy to appreciate the fact you patch him up. while you're doing so he mumbles about how perfect you are, how he's undeserving of your kindness as he takes one of your hands and kisses your palm softly, making you cup his cheek as he continues his praise of your amazing care for him. sometimes goes overboard and is too focused on showing you how thankful he is and forgets to have his injuries properly treated :p
luocha is the typa guy to like sleeping shirtless. doesn't know why he started this habit, just knows that it started when you two started to sleep together in the same bed. he liked waking up and really feeling you being there. it meant everything to him, this kind of vulnerability. it was beyond lust, it was trust.
gepard is the type of guy to always be flustered easily. we all know it, we love it, but your favorite moments are when you surprise him while he's on duty. when he's stationed to more isolated parts of belobog, he always seems bored or you know.. maybe just doing his duty. whatever it is, he's clearly too focused to let any emotion slide. so when you show up, all smiley and sweet, your energy bounces off of him and he can't help but get all giggly too. only to realize he's still on watch, gets embarrassed, and you relish in the sweet red on his cheeks.
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WIND BREAKER | when you wear someone elseâs jacket
Synopsis â° how they react when they notice you wearing a piece of clothing that isnât theirs
Characters â° Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama
Contains â° sfw! slight possessive behavior, tiny amount of jealousy, little bit of territorial behavior, minor pda, content of the boys being tested in a way?
Haruka Sakura ᥣđ©
Sakura knew something was off but couldnât exactly pin point what it was. you went in for a hug since you havenât seen your boyfriend all day. it was while he was in your embrace he inhaled a scent, a masculine smell that wasnât yours or his, his eyebrows immediately furrowed. once you pulled away he examined your body, you looked fine, no visible marks, your outfit was normal⊠except for that over sized sweatshirt that was draped over your body.
âwhereâd you get that from?â he asked completely cutting off your babbling. you frowned over his abrupt interruption to your story. he didnât even look sorry that he ruined your story just blankly staring at you until you opened your mouth to answer.
âa friend from class gave it to me, i was cold.â you answered confused why he was making it a thing. Sakura wasnât the type to get jealous, it hadnât even crossed your mind that something like this would ever bother him.
âwhat friend? boy or girl?â huh, what type of question was that? why would he ask that? thereâs no way he could be bothered by something so small, right?
âuhm⊠a boy? does that matter?â you asked with your eyebrows slightly raised. you had never seen Sakura act so⊠weird? not over something like this.
âno, just curious.â he finally muttered out after what felt like a lifetime pause. the two of you continued your walk back home in silence. the entire time Sakura couldnât fight off that frown setting on his perfect face. his eyes were stuck in a trance on you, more like that sweater on your body. you felt your entire body heating up by his intense stare.
you let out a sigh, getting the hint he was clearly upset over the sweater. you stopped in your tracks and pulled the sweater off your body. your boyfriends face immediately perked up after seeing you take it off. he was secretly grateful you did that because he was very unsure how to go about the conversation. before you even knew it, he was already taking off his jacket and putting it on you. you blushed at his action, it wasnât something you were expecting him to do.
âjust come to me whenever youâre cold from now on. iâll warm you up.â he softly says with the warmest blush spreading across his face.
Hajime Umemiya ᥣđ©
Umemiya is rather calm in most situations so something like this doesnât necessarily trigger him into doing anything drastic. he didnât think much of it, until you kept wearing it for the rest of the dayâ then he started thinking âit seriously canât be that cold, take it off already.â he didnât want to ask you whose jacket it was since he didnât want to come off as jealous⊠even if he is. one thing he did know for sure was that everyone knew you two were dating. he couldnât help himself anymore before he started taking off his jacket and removing the one you were wearing. he did it so quickly you almost didnât even get the chance to register what he did. before you knew it his jacket was wrapped around you. you opened your mouth to askâ
âi just thought youâd look better with mine on.â he cut you off before smiling. his words caused you to blush.
âthank you.â you mumbled still registering what had just happened. he took your hand and interlocked it with his own and continued your walk home.
âwhoâs jacket is it? iâll make sure to return it for you.â he smoothly says trying to pry the information of who gave it to you in a subtle way. at least, his version of subtle.
âoh- hm i actually donât even remember. i almost forgot i was wearing it.â youâre confused now since you actually canât remember who gave it to you. you stopped in your tracks, deep in thought trying to remember. âah! i remember now, donât worry about giving it to her. I can do that myself.â you exclaimed happily as you finally remembered the nice girl who lent it to you. she said it was her older brothers but she was always stealing his jackets and hoodies.
âoh good, iâm glad to hear that.â he smiled as you reached out to grab the jacket from his hands. he was relieved to hear that the jacket was from an innocent classmate of yours.
Hayato Suo ᥣđ©
as if anyone could even beat Suo into giving you a jacket before he does. Suo had already noticed the way your body was slightly trembling underneath the vent of the air conditioner. however, he also noticed another boy in the corner of his eye looking at you as well. he saw as the boy already begun taking off his jacket and making his way up to you. Suo suddenly felt this urge of territorial dominance creeping up as he wanted to show that you were his. before the boy could reach you Suo wrapped his arm around your chair and pulled your seat/desk closer to his.
âmy poor baby, youâre cold. let me warm you up.â he offered with a smile before pulling you into his arms. your body instantly warmed up due to his own warmth. you happily accepted his offer as you buried yourself against his chest meanwhile he hugged you and rubbed your back with his warm hands.
Suo turned to look at the boy who already walked away after noticing you had a boyfriend to keep you warm. he let out a small sigh before keeping you huddled up on his side for the rest of class.
Akihiko Nirei ᥣđ©
he didnât even realize the jacket you were wearing wasnât yours. it looked so perfect and well fitted on you he actually thought nothing of it. the two of you were spending the whole day together and he said nothing about it. until you took it off and he noticed the name on the tag wasnât yours.
âthis isnât your jacket?â he finally asked looking closer at it.
âoh no. itâs my friends, she let me borrow it after i forgot to bring mine.â you admitted slightly embarrassed you forgot to bring a jacket.
âi thought it was yours this whole timeâŠâ he paused, he was unsure of what to feel. should he be jealous? is it not a big deal? should he offer his instead? he decided to listen to his gut feeling. âare you still cold?â
âa little i guess, her jackets pretty thin so i can still feel the air through it.â
âhere, take mine instead.â
âthank you.â
âof course! ask me for my jacket next time youâre cold, i have no problem giving it to you.â he smiled before taking your friends jacket and carrying it for you. Nirei didnât actually care about you wearing someone elseâs jacket as long as you werenât cold, however, he still would prefer seeing you in his jacket before anyone elseâs.
Jo Togame ᥣđ©
âtake that thing off.â Togame wasted no time expressing his feelings about you wearing another manâs clothes. in all honesty, it irked him way more than he liked to admit. his mind was racing with thoughts of who would be stupid enough to give you their jacket, knowing that youâre his girlfriend.
âhuh?? why? iâm cold.â you pouted not wanting to remove the soft material off of your body.
âitâs ugly, you donât need it. take it off.â his voice was way more stern this time. a small part of you wanted to stand your ground and say no. however, a much larger and smarter part of you knew it was better not to. you took off the jacket with a frown before he snatched it away from your hands.
âwear this instead, my girlfriend shouldnât go around wearing other menâs clothing.â he scolded while handing over his Shishitoren jacket to you. you wanted to argue but you couldnât help blushing at his possessive behavior. it shouldnât have such a strong affect on you but it does.
âwho gave it to you anyways? give me a name.â he ordered while scoping out the jacket. it looked strangely familiar but he couldnât exactly remember where heâs seen it before.
âitâs Chojiâs jacket. he offered it to me and said I can keep it until I find you.â you answered with a bright smile. Chojiâs gesture meant no harm since he was just trying to look out for his best friendâs girlfriend. he knew Togame wouldnât have an issue if he knew it was his jacket. yes, you were well-aware of the fact that Togame was only mad because he thought it was someone elseâs jacket.
âoh.â the realization settling in as his whole demeanor changed into something more relaxed.
âyes, oh.â you giggled. you couldâve told him sooner that it was Chojiâs but whereâs the fun in that?
âyou called Chojiâs jacket ugly.â
âshut up, you shouldâve said something sooner.â
Choji Tomiyama ᥣđ©
Chojiâs mood went from 100 to 0 real quick. his very bright and wide smile getting wiped off his face as his eyes landed on the jacket you were wearing. you tilted your head in confusion to his sudden mood shift. he was usually ecstatic to see you, you couldnât help but sadden at the lack of emotion he was expressing towards you. were you two in the middle of a fight? had you argued with him and forgot? you didnât know why he reacted like that. Choji walked up towards you and swiftly took off the jacket from your body. it happened so fast you couldnât process what even happened. the emotion of confusion stayed in your body as he walked past you with the jacket thrown over his shoulder.
Choji made it his business as leader of Shishitoren to know everything and everyone. as soon as he saw that jacket on you he knew exactly who it belonged to. once you snapped back into reality you chased Choji down slightly worried about what he was planning to do. you found him with the guy who offered you the jacket by the Ori. you watched from a distance as Choji roughly chucked the jacket to the sitting boyâs face. the boy immediately stood up ready to defend himself.
âkeep your filthy jacket to yourself and off my girlfriend from here on out.â Choji spat completely unamused by the whole situation. before the boy could even defend himself, Chojiâs dark glare silenced him causing him to sit back down before muttering out a small âi understand.â he truly meant no harm by giving you his jacket but in hindsight he really shouldâve known better than to do something so stupid. especially when considering youâre his leaderâs girlfriend. Choji left it at that, it was his way of showing mercy and restraint.
âoh, youâre here.â he smiled once noticing you at the end of the street. before you could even respond he clashed himself against your lips roughly deepening the kiss as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat. you felt your face getting red, Choji typically wasnât so affectionate in public, you knew he was doing this to prove a point. your grip tightened around his shirt before you pulled yourself off, small pants escaping from your lips.
âCho-Choji you canât just do that.â you argued extremely flustered.
âsorry! i forget you can get so shy, my pretty girl.â he smiled before softly giving you one more kiss. he had no doubt that the boy who gave you his jacket and his friends had all watched your little display of affection. he didnât mind them watching, he wanted to remind everyone who exactly you belonged to. Choji wrapped an arm around your waist before pulling you closer as the two of you walked off.
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