asrinchine

[asrinchine]

SINCERITY

Flirting with Suo is never a good idea—you can never tell whether he means to charm you or make fun of you when you do it. Sometimes it feels like both. Occasionally it feels mean. More often than not, you like to entertain it. But you can't right now, not when his blood is all over the washroom sink. Your manager will be furious about the mess, and also about the fact that you're giving first aid to three delinquents while you're on the clock. If Suo makes one more joke about marrying you, you'll probably throw up and cry. (Or: Suo, Nirei, and Sakura get into a fight in the red light district and go to you to get patched up. Suo takes the opportunity to tease you mercilessly.)

4.5k words, suo x reader with implied one-sided sakura x reader, sfw with mature themes. set post-canon (they are all 18-19 years old), non-canon backstory details for suo and sakura (speculative as of ch. 146). fem reader – references to gendered professions, e.g. hostessing; reader wears a dress for her job in a girls’ bar. warning for inaccurate depictions of first aid! dividers by @/cafekitsune.

Suo’s never liked your job.

You suppose this is fair. The feeling is mutual. You’ve never liked the fact that Suo chose to go to a delinquent school rather than a proper high school, and he’s never liked the fact that you chose to drop out of your proper high school to go work in the red light district—first at a kyabakura, and now at a girls’ bar. His master, who also happens to be your master, has always told you that this was a natural reaction on his part. Having a secondary school certificate is important, after all. But Suo’s disapproval of your income sources, no matter how politely or subtly phrased, has always felt like it runs deeper than simple concern for your education.

Still, this has never stopped him from visiting you at your place of work, though he only tends to come by under the worst possible circumstances—tonight worse than any other.

When you see the three of them limping through the clamour and heat of the red light district—the neon glow of the street making the blood smeared across Suo’s face shine vibrantly—you entirely forget that you're on the clock. You chuck your sign onto the ground (3000¥ per hour! it reads) as you cut a path toward them, almost tripping in your stiletto heels. Your customer service voice gives way to your regular one, which is so outraged that it startles everyone around you.

“Suo, you motherfucker—are you trying to lose the only eye you have left?!”

Suo is unbothered. His smile is calm and deeply shameless as you approach him. It’s nothing like Nirei, who cringes at the furious look you give him, or Sakura, who looks like a deer caught in headlights when you round on him instead. Like he doesn’t know what to do at the fact that someone is worrying over him, and especially not when that person is wearing an extremely revealing evening gown. For a minute, you think he's going to bolt.

But Suo keeps him there, grip tight on his arm.

“Hi,” he says brightly, like there isn't blood all over his face and shoulder. “Are you busy? We might need to trouble you.”

“Of course I'm busy! I'm in the middle of a shift!” you fume at him. But you still extract Sakura from him, scruffing him by the neck before he can clam up and run. You pull him in the direction of your bar, and gesture for the other two to follow. “Hurry up before my manager sees you.”

Smuggling three delinquents into the washroom of a girls’ bar is not a skill you thought you'd ever need, but it is one that you've become an expert in. This is at least the third time you've done it. The Furin trio rarely ever loses fights, but they occasionally slip up in the part of the red light district that isn't controlled by Roppo-Ichiza. This is somewhat unavoidable, as Keyaki Street is a different beast from Keisei Street. It isn't just delinquents here, but bona fide criminals. “Like, actual fucking Yakuza,” you grouse at Suo for the millionth time. You wipe at the blood remaining on his face—most of it you've already rinsed off, staining the melamine sink with iron—and the paper towel in your hand blooms red.

“But these guys weren't Yakuza,” he says cheerfully.

“They still pulled weapons on you! Bladed weapons!”

“Mm… well, that's true. I'm sorry.”

You scowl at him. “No, you're not.”

“No, I'm not.” He’s still smiling. “In our defense, we didn't have much of a choice. They were about to do something terrible to an innocent person,” he says, and you deflate a little, because you know Suo can't stand to see injustice. This is something you love very dearly about him, and also a quality of his that constantly raises your blood pressure. But then you roll your eyes when he happily adds, “And in my defense, it’s all our Captain’s fault!”

“Oi!” Sakura yells from one of the stalls, where he’s sitting and holding a bag of ice to a knot on his head. “Wasn’t my fault we ended up fighting. They were practically beggin’ to have their asses kicked.”

“You did provoke them, Sakura,” Nirei says. He's in the other stall, trying to stay off his sprained ankle.

“Well, they were dangerous! Not like you wanted to just leave them alone either,” Sakura grumbles, and Nirei apologises, though Suo accurately points out there is no need for him to. After hearing this story, you can't help but agree, and you suppose you shouldn't have expected any differently. After three years at Furin, Sakura is no longer the type to pick fights for no reason. Whatever those guys were up to must have been pretty bad for him to start shit in unfamiliar territory.

Still. The red light district is what it is. Touts, street gangs, and Yakuza are constantly causing problems here, with violence of a scale and nature that Bofurin simply don't see on their own turf. Your street in particular makes someone like Endo look like a joke. “You should still learn to exercise some restraint,” you say to Sakura. “And you”—you give Suo a miserable look—“you know the area. You should have known better. At the very least, you should have called me for backup.”

“But you were on the clock,” Suo points out, and you frown. Despite having absolutely no need, you take out an alcohol wipe and swipe it over his cut. He winces.

“I'm still on the clock now,” you reply, voice dry, “and here you are, distracting me anyway. My boss is going to be on my ass about it if I don't bring in any customers tonight, you know.”

“We can be your customers,” Suo offers.

“You aren't old enough to drink!”

“Neither are you, yet you work here.” His gaze has turned a little sharp. His voice too. You blink, suddenly mollified.

“...okay. If each of you buys a drink after this, I’ll call us even.” Then you glance down at his changshan, which is sliced through, the pearly silk stained red at the shoulder. He’s insisted that the wound is unserious and said that he'd rather clean up his face first, and you're starting to question his priorities. “That is, if you don't have to go to the hospital after this.”

“I don't.”

“I don't know if I believe you.” You pull out some polysporin. “Come closer.”

Suo could do this on his own. His hands aren't incapacitated. But he humours you, as he's always humoured you, and allows you dab his cut with the antibiotic. You feel a little sentimental as you do it, and almost a little sad. Doing this reminds you of when he was a kid who had just started learning martial arts. Granted, he never got any real cuts back then, but sometimes he’d scrape his knees or his elbows or—god forbid—his face, and you would plaster bandaids all over him when he did. But none of those were real injuries.

More than anything, doing this reminds you of when he lost his eye. The state that he was in after the accident. The way his face was bandaged after the surgery. The texture of the gauze against your fingers when you asked to try swapping out the dressings for him.

If Suo notices the way your lip is trembling, he doesn't comment on it.

“You’re so mean—how come you never believe anything I say?” he asks. You press the gauze to his cut with more pressure than necessary, and he blinks. He opens his mouth again, but then the door rattles violently.

“Sorry!” you yell. “Washroom’s closed for cleaning!” You wince as you hear complaints in reply—you’ve been closed for half an hour!—and shoot Suo a sour look as the customer leaves. “I’m really risking it all for you three,” you remark.

“I'll make it up to you,” Suo says. “I'll stick around the whole night and buy as many drinks as you want. Your manager won't be able to hassle you about anything then.”

“No way. You're not wasting that much money on the red light district.” You frown. “Master will kill me if I let you piss away your inheritance like that.”

“I’m not wasting my money on the red light district. I'm wasting it on you.”

“Well, I'm employed at a girls’ bar, so when you waste money on me, you are in fact spending it on the red light district.”

“Then you should quit so I can spend as much money on you as I want.”

“Quit and then live on what income?” You set aside the first aid kit and grab some more paper towel. “Take off your shirt.”

“Oh? Right here? Right now?” His eye goes wide. “How forward.”

Sakura coughs very, very loudly from the stall. If you weren't so used to Suo saying this kind of thing just to mess with you, you'd probably do the same. In fact, you'd probably choke on your spit and die on the spot. But as it is, you only sigh and start unbuttoning Suo’s changshan, starting at the high collar. Any sentimentality or concern you previously felt is quickly drowned out by annoyance.

“Suo.”

“Don’t worry—I don't mind,” he adds. “I thought you'd never ask. I just didn't think it’d happen here. And so suddenly.”

“Don’t do that. I can't do this today.”

“Don’t do what?” he says innocently. He lets you slip his changshan off one shoulder. To your relief, the cut does look very shallow—he’s too quick for anything other than a bullet to land a serious hit on him, you guess—but you still swallow when you see it. It looks like he's bled a lot more than he probably actually has.

Or you hope so, anyway.

“Joke like that,” you reply after a moment. “It's very mean.”

“I’m not joking about anything.” You feel his eye on you as you start dabbing at all the red on his skin, the paper towel in your hands blotting crimson as if with ink. Your breath shakes as you study the wound. He lifts his hand, his knuckle brushing against your cheek. You smack it away, but he doesn't seem bothered. “I was being very serious,” he continues. “Quit working in the red light district and let me support you instead.”

“Suo,” you say, your voice flat, “there is no job you could qualify for on this planet that will let you earn more than what I'm making now. If anything, you should let me support you.”

“Ah,” he says brightly. “I get it now—you want me to be your trophy husband!”

Now you are choking on your spit and you do think you're dying. Sakura sounds like he's not doing much better—something bangs loudly against the washroom stall, and you assume it’s his forehead. Even Nirei is affected, not-so-subtly clearing his throat.

“I do not want you to be my trophy husband.”

“Just a regular husband, then?” he asks. “That’s alright. If I joined the Yakuza, I could make plenty of money. You could even stay at home if you wanted.”

“Suo you motherfucker you are not joining the fucking Yakuza! And I wouldn't be a stay at home wife!”

“Oh? You wouldn't want to be?”

“No, god! Do you know how much I could make if I scored a hostess gig at a high-end place? Why would I ever turn down that kind of money?!”

“Ah, so you want us to be dual income?”

“Of course I would want us to be dual income!”

“You could get a different job and we could still be dual income.”

“There’s no other job that would pay as well.”

Suo sighs, and your brow twitches. You've always been suspicious about why he disapproves of your choice in career. It’s not in his disposition to judge people, but sometimes you still worry that he's doing it to you.

“What,” you ask, “would you be so against marrying a hostess?”

“No, not at all. But I'd be worried if my spouse worked somewhere unsafe. What if you end up at a Yakuza-owned club?”

You pause, startled at the abruptly earnest tone of his voice. Suddenly you feel guilty.

“Oh… well, I wouldn’t work at a Yakuza-owned club.”

“Hm… then I guess it's fine.” Suo nods, as if arriving at a decision. “We’ll get married, we’ll be dual income, and neither of us will work for the Yakuza.”

“Yes, exactly. We’ll get married, we’ll be dual income, and neither of us—” Your eyes go wide as you realize what you're saying. You feel yourself flushing. “Wait.”

“What? Is there a problem?”

“Suo.”

“Don’t tell me you're going to change your mind now. That would just be mean.”

“I'm being mean?” you ask, flabbergasted.

“Well, yes. You don't think it would hurt if you changed your mind about marrying me? And so soon after agreeing, too.”

You stare at him in disbelief. You have a number of possible retorts that cross your mind, and somehow you pick the least relevant one: “You can't trick someone into marrying you.”

“Then can I trick you into dating me?”

“Suo! I said don't do that!”

“Don’t do what?”

“Joke about that kind of thing!”

“I'm not joking about anything.”

“Yes you are? You don't actually want to date me. Stop saying that you do!”

Suo leans in. He stares at you, his gaze distinctly vulpine. It's very attractive, and also intimidating, and you should be used to it by now, but your heart rate ticks up anyway. You swallow thickly as his thumb glides along your cheek again, your skin scorching beneath his fingertips. You forget to bat his hand away this time.

“You’re so mean,” he repeats, voice lilting, “how come you never believe anything I say?”

He's baiting you. He's obviously baiting you, and you consider for a moment whether you want to bite.

Flirting with Suo is never a good idea—you can never tell whether he means to charm you or make fun of you when you do it. Sometimes it feels like both. Occasionally it feels mean. More often than not, you like to entertain it. But you can't right now. His shirt’s stained with such a bright red that it keeps distracting you, just like the blood he's left all over the washroom sink. Your manager will be furious about the mess, and also about the fact that you're giving first aid to three delinquents while you're on the clock. You think they'd go broke before they could spend enough money here to appease her, were she to discover the four of you. You might even lose your job. Then you wouldn't be able to support yourself anymore, let alone Suo, who cracks jokes as easily about being your trophy husband as he does about being Leonardo DiCaprio.

If he makes one more joke about marrying you, you'll probably throw up and cry.

“You're not being very gentlemanly right now,” you finally point out. He raises a brow.

“No?”

“No. I'd even say you're being a menace, actually. Doing a very bad job of”—you almost laugh as you say this, because you've heard this speech so many times—“engaging with my feelings. Not being supportive at all. Really falling off the staircase to adulthood, you know.”

Suo studies you. Something complicated passes through his eye before he pulls away, his expression now back to normal. It's deceptive how innocent he looks.

“Sorry,” he says. “You’re right. I’ll play nice.”

“No, you won't,” you retort, and Suo smiles at you, not replying. But he does give you a break. You finish cleaning up the cut without incident, although you do get flecks of blood on your evening gown, which you hope won't be too noticeable against the black satin. You bemoan the lost cause of Suo's changshan too—made of Suzhou silk, a gift from your master—and silently make a note to buy him a replacement sometime.

You're in the middle of buttoning up his shirt when the door clicks and swings open. Met face to face with your coworker, you freeze up.

Your stage name leaves her mouth in an angry bark. “What are you doing? I told you you're not supposed to be having sex with customers here, you should be doing that someplace—” She stops, evidently spotting the blood on Suo’s shirt, and then the other two individuals locked up in here with you, one of whom is blushing violently and looks to be on the verge of dying from embarrassment. Beneath your hands, you feel Suo’s body go stiff too.

“Oh,” she says before either of them can comment. “It’s just your delinquent boyfriend and his buddies.” Suo waves at her, and she nods back before squinting at the sink. “Are you going to clean that up?”

“Yes,” you say quickly. “Please don't tell our boss.”

“Have I ever ratted you out?” she asks. “Just get out of here soon. People do have to piss, you know.” Then she stops, looking at Suo with a dubious expression. “And make sure your boyfriend doesn't die.”

You're too tired to correct her on the nature of your relationship. “I've been trying,” you say, and she gives you a sympathetic look before retreating. You hear her laughing with a customer about people fooling around in the washroom, and I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, sir, and could you please go downstairs while I clean up. You’re so relieved, you nearly fall to your knees. A calloused hand touches your back as you rub your temples.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” Suo says quietly—sincerely—and instead of saying no, you're not, you reply, “I know. I’m sorry too.”

Suo’s always hated your job.

He’s always hated your job, your boyfriends, your apartment, and a lot of other things about your life that Sakura doesn’t have any business prying into. And it's just as well. Sakura also hates your shitty job, and your shitty boyfriends, and considering that you live in the same shitty building as him, he isn't a fan of your rental situation either. Nirei’s too polite to say anything about it, but Sakura can tell that he disapproves as well. It’s not like any of them are living the most comfortable lives either—Sakura has personally been living from shithole to shithole, mostly alone, ever since his parents passed—but your lifestyle does make them all feel poorly.

You're just a very easy person to like. And it's very easy to want nice things for you. So Sakura gets it, how Suo feels about you.

What he doesn't quite get is how Suo acts about you.

One thing he’s learned over the years is that Suo is very good at reading people. Sometimes he understands Sakura better than Sakura understands himself, and he can convince Sakura to do things which he himself didn't think were possible for him to do. He's done the same with Nirei, and about half the other people in their grade, and at least a third of the guys in Bofurin. It’s frankly a terrifying skill. But Suo never uses it with you—not to get you to change jobs, or boyfriends, or even apartments.

At first Sakura thought that you were just immune to Suo’s tactics, but he's recently come to realise that Suo simply gets too emotional about you to know how to convince you of anything. He’s even emotional enough to get kind of petty and a little mean with you, which is something that Sakura has only witnessed from Suo during fights. Really bad fights.

It’s terribly uncomfortable, especially when you’re clearly head over heels for Suo.

Sakura doesn't have any business prying into your personal problems. Though truthfully, he’d be happy to thrash some random assholes for you anyway, if that would fix your heartbreak. (He's already done this to at least one of your exes, and it worked shockingly well.) The problem is, Suo is not a random asshole and Sakura isn't sure that you'd want him thrashed in the first place. But it's just fucking painful watching the two of you act like this around each other, so he ends up pulling Suo aside after you kick them out of the girls’ bar, scowling.

Suo looks at him, surprised. “Sakura? What's the matter?”

He doesn't mince words. “How come you were being such a dick to your friend?”

Nirei goes stiff. “Sakura,” he says in his panicked ‘why are you trying to pick a fight now’ voice, “where is this coming from? I don't think Suo was being rude…” But Sakura can tell, as Nirei’s finishing his own sentence, that he's second-guessing himself.

“No,” Suo replies. “I was being a bit terrible, wasn't I?” There’s no humour in either his words or his face, but the corner of his mouth lifts. He actually looks endeared. “I'm surprised you noticed, Sakura.”

“I mean”—Sakura feels himself going red, embarrassed at just the memory of how you looked at Suo; first so worried, then painfully fond, and then like you were going to burst into tears right there in the washroom and ask him to hold you, as if you were in a horrible getsuku drama—“it was kinda hard not to.”

Suo nods. “I suppose it’s natural to be sensitive to the feelings of someone you like.”

Heat floods his face. “I don't like her!”

“Did I say you did?” Suo’s mouth curls when Sakura can't answer. “Don’t be embarrassed. She's a very easy person to like.”

Sakura tries his hardest to ignore Suo—which should be easy, because Suo lies randomly and pointlessly all the time, whenever he thinks it's funny—and says, “If she's an easy person to like, how come you act like you don't like her at all?”

“Was I acting like that? Or was she acting like it was impossible for someone to like her?” Sakura stops. Suo gives him a long look, then smiles. “You would know how difficult it can be to accept being liked, Sakura. And how long it can take to understand that there are people who want to support you unconditionally.”

Sakura opens his mouth once, twice. A third time. Nirei sighs. The two of them watch as Suo—rather than walking in the direction of the subway—steps over to a vending machine and buys a bottle of oolong tea.

“Are you going to wait for her shift to finish?” Nirei asks.

“Mm, I think so.” Suo glances down at his ankle. “But you should go home, Nire-kun. You can’t fight like that. In case those guys come back here, I mean.” He opens the bottle, takes a sip. “They had bladed weapons. It would be bad if you risked it.”

Nirei glances at the entrance to your bar, worried. “But…”

Sakura understands without Nirei finishing his sentence. The security at your bar is terrible, and plenty of people like to exploit that. It was Nirei who noticed a group men eyeing you before anyone else did, following you all the way from Keisei Street to your place of work. And sure, Suo kicked the shit out of them in the end, did much worse to them than vice versa—but who knows if there aren't more of them.

Suo hates your job. All three of them do.

“It’s okay,” Sakura says. “I'm sure the two of us will be enough.”

“...I'll ask Tsubaki if he's free,” Nirei finally relents. “And I'll text Kiryu and Tsugeura too.”

“Thanks, Nire-kun.”

Suo gets a bottle of ramune after Nirei leaves, passes it to Sakura. Tsubaki comes by later, still in his pole outfit, with several pieces of taiyaki for them to share—I’m always snacky after dancing, he explains—and the three of them loiter in front of your bar until four in the morning. Tsubaki asks questions about you in a tone that has Sakura wanting to crawl into an alleyway just to hide, and Suo deflects masterfully with questions about Tsubaki’s new boyfriend. The guys from earlier don't show up. Maybe the sight of Roppo-Ichiza’s top fighter scares them off.

You're surprised to see them there when you emerge a little later. You give Tsubaki a happy but perplexed look as he hugs you.

“Tsubaki? What are you doing here?”

“Keeping these two company,” he replies. “And I wanted to say hi, of course. You should come by the club sometime, you know! I haven't seen you in forever.”

“Sure! That would be nice, but…” You turn to Sakura and Suo, puzzled. “Why are you guys still here?”

Sakura, on instinct, nearly recounts the whole evening to you—about the men tailing you, about how they got into a fight, about the kind of things they said they'd do once they caught you—but Suo answers first.

“Troubling you again,” is all he says. “It’s fine since your shift is over now, right?”

You give the two of them a long, curious look. For a moment, you look worried, but you're eventually disarmed by Suo’s expression.

“I guess it's fine,” you reply. You sound so happy. Suo’s gaze goes soft, and Sakura has to force himself not to look away. “Let's hurry up and go home.”

You smile at them, and it's the kind of smile that makes it very easy to like you. The kind of smile that makes it natural to want nice things for you. The kind of smile that would make anyone emotional, even if they're normally very controlled. It makes something in Sakura squeeze tightly, all knotted up and painful.

He’s starting to understand why Suo acts the way he does around you.

END

this wasn't meant to be a love triangle, my apologies…

this was also meant to be a very short piece (like 500w lol), but I kept thinking about what suo’s backstory might be, and why he was so comfortable in the red light district in the manga, and what these guys might realistically act like in an aged up, romantic context. that all coalesced into this very bizarre fic LOL. I'm not sure how it'll land, but I hope someone out here enjoyed it! I would like to write more about this triangle (+ nirei) but I'm not sure what the level of interest would be, or if it'll even make sense with the manga. I guess we’ll see eventually!

in any case, thank you for reading!! <3

[asrinchine]

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Back to the Old House by the Smiths

And you never knew

How much I really liked you

Because I never even told you

Oh, and I meant to.

[asrinchine]

ROAD TRIP WITH THE SAIKI'S .ᐟ

IN WHICH : Saiki's mom invites you along to spend the spring break with them! the cost? meeting his grandparents.

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request by : @ladyswankydank

song to play : Dreams by The Cranberries

warnings : not proofread and everyon's thoughts are italic and bold

a/n: apologies for the delay i was in a major slump :<

Saiki wasn’t planning for this to happen. His mother had been pestering him for days, weeks, and even MONTHS before spring break because she wanted you to meet his grandparents. Even the thought of it gives him a headache.

In his mind, his parents were the only family members you needed to meet, so was it really necessary? It all started when you came over after school, and he left to help his dad with something. Big mistake.

Leaving you alone in the kitchen was a huge mistake. Within the minutes that he was gone, his mother somehow managed to come home from running errands at that exact moment. He heard her thoughts right when she entered the front door.

Oh, Y/n’s here!

The two greeted each other and began talk about anything and everything. Nothing was out of ordinary as he overheard their conversation. Until.. “Any plans for the spring break?”

“No, I’ll pretty much just be home.” You sulked. Saiki could practically see the pout playing on your lips and the slump of your shoulders. His mother made a thoughtful sound and said, “Oh, well, we’re all going to visit my parents.”

Oh.

No.

NO!

“Why don’t come with us—”

There was a crackle in the air and sudden gust of wind. Your boyfriend appeared in the kitchen, looking rather distressed. You and his mother exchanged looks, "Um, anyways..." you cautiously continued, completely ignoring the third party in the room. "What were you saying, Mrs. Saiki?"

Saiki quickly moved to touch your hand that was resting on the table. One touch and he could teleport you with him to Texas to prevent whatever chaos his mother was trying to rope you in. Unforunately, god was not on his side today, because his mother was much quicker.

“Would you like to spend the break with us? I know it isn’t ideal but I’m sure his grandparents would love to meet you!” He saw the smile that crept on your face and knew he was doomed. You excitedly accepted the offer, so giggly and happy that you were going to spend this short vacation with him.

You were oblivious to the mayhem that was currently your boyfriend’s mind. You thanked his mother for inviting and promised that you would be packed and ready in the morning. You collected your things, muttering about how you had to go home to pick some outfits for tomorrow.

You kissed your motionless boyfriend goodbye and out the door you went.

Good grief.

Saiki glanced over at you in the passanger seat of the car as you cruised down the road of the countryside. You had a small book in your lap, tapping the pen against your chin as you studied the partially filled-in word puzzle.

“Okay, so…” you said, pulling the book closer to your face so there no room for peeking. Not that Saiki planned on doing that anyway. “Five letter word for ‘a place of refuge’. Starts with H.”

“Haven.”

“Ku, that’s the last word and the last puzzle page. Honestly, I think you were cheating this entire ride.” You eyed him skeptically and he couldn’t help the small smile that played at his lips.

The two of you attempted to play cards next but there was no winning when Saiki was your opponent. You couldn’t tell if he was doing this on purpose or if he was genuinely just good at everything. So, you opted for just listening to music together for the rest of the way.

It wasn’t long before Saiki had fallen asleep on your shoulder, leaving you to stare at the scenery outside the window. You haven’t been to the countryside since you were a kid, so being here again with your boyfriend and his family to meet his grandparents made it all the more exciting for you.

The car had pulled onto a dirt road before stopping infront of a small house. You shook Saiki awake and he stirred slightly before slowly lifting his weight off of you.

Everyone exited and collected their belongings in the trunk. “Don’t take anything my grandpa says to heart.” Were the last Saiki’s last words to you before his grandma opened the door to greet you guys.

“Oh, hello!” She greeted them all with a hug and her wrinkled eyes landed on you. She offered a sweet smile and cupped your face between her hands.

“Kurumi, she’s just as beautiful as you told me over the phone! Come in, come in!” The space was small, but cozy. There was a spread of food already on the table and you didn’t realize how hungry you were from the long journey until that moment.

“Kumagoro, come out they’re here!”

“I’m coming!” A gruff voice said from another room. Loud footsteps were heard down the hall as they grew closer to the living room and there he was. Kumagoro Saiki in all his glory, a scowl stitched onto his face as he scanned everyone in the room.

“Who’s that girl?” He nodded towards you, and you suddenly felt nervous. You mentally prepped yourself as you took a step forward, and bowed to properly greet him. “My name is L/n Y/n, I’m very pleased to meet you. You have a lovely home!”

He made a hmph! sound and demanded everyone to put their stuff away before eating. You straightened your posture, mentally cursing yourself as you awkwardly following behind your boyfriend to your shared room. He could practically hear the chaos that was going on in your mind.

Don’t take it to heart. Don’t take it to heart. Don’t take it to heart. Don’t take it to heart. Don’t take it to heart. Don’t take it to heart. Don’t take it to heart. Don’t take it to heart. Don’t take it to heart. Don't take it to hear—

“Y/n.”

His low voice snapped you out of your spiral. The hand soothing your back was enough for you to know that Saiki was trying his best to make you feel comforted and supported. You calmed your nerves before joining the others in the dining room.

No progress was made during dinner either. You chatted with his grandma and mother for most of meal but you made sure to keep a discreet eye on the grump at the end of the table. Though Kusuo didn’t think you were being discreet with the way your eyes would immedately dart to the old man whenever there was a sign of movement.

Good grief. He thought. He was stuck between being concerned for you and admiring you.

Despite that, you were determined to win his grandpa over by doing everything you could with every chance you got. And I mean EVERY chance. He wanted meat? you passed the plate. He wanted more rice? you offered some of yours. He finished his drink? you poured him some more. Dishes needed to be washed? “I can help!”

By the end, your face was stuffed into your pillow as your mourned the lack of acknowledgement you got from grandpa Saiki. No matter what you did, there was no cracking a smile or thank you out of him. You buried yourself further into your futon, defeated.

A presence settled into the futon next to yours. You didn’t have to peak over to know who it was nor did you have the strength to, anyway. It was official, you were going to sleep away your sorrows and try again tomorrow.

TOMORROW WILL BE MY DA—

“He thinks you're pretty.” Kusuo abruptly said.

You scrambled to sit up and face the male beside you. “Huh?”

“And nice.” He added.

Your face lit up in that moment, crawling closer to the big lump under the blankets. “Seriously? What else did he think?”

“Not sure, goodnight.” He mumbled and clinked off the lamp on his bedside, leaving you in the darkness.

“Yes, you do! Come onn wake up and tell me more.” You shook him but there was no use in trying. “KUUUU COME ON. KUSUO? KUSUO.”

— THE END

@baylz please DO NOT copy, translate, or repost any of my works onto other platforms!!

[asrinchine]

I hate migraine.

[asrinchine]

i love when writers write a gut wrenching that is so full of emotions (hidden or obvious, the more deeper it is, the more it's BETTER)

i love you guys so much

[asrinchine]

you gotta love the sea and nature if you wanna live up with nishi because baby I can imagine going island hopping w him during his travels?

Like if you get seasick, he probably would help you ease it in any ways possible. As long as you both can enjoy your guys travel tgther!!

Also if it's Kita he'll probably bring you to those national park or forest for your vacation like yes sir,I absolutely support on the idea!! And downhand takes pictures of you and him (mostly it's you but whateverr)

[asrinchine]

You were in your own world, personally enjoying the breezes that hit you. While having your lower body in sea, waves swashing against your legs. Basically swinging you side to side a little, and that makes it more enjoyable.

Also, you lift up your ankle, enough for your thigh to not be in the water. So, you take the wet-sand in your hands, putting in on your thigh and shaping it (it CAN, believe me) to a heart shape. as you hums to your favorite song.

“ynn!—whatcha doing?” Nishinoya called out to you, appearing behind your back with a wide grin. He was holding your shoulders too, making you stumbled slightly so now your heart shaped sand on your thigh vanished...

And he noticed that, mumbling 'sorry!' while sitting beside you. Now both of your guys butt in the water, then you sink your thigh back again to the water.

“wait—let's make another one-” Nishinoya grabbed your ankle, then lifting his too. He even close the distance between it, if that makes it more logical?? Before he grab a handful of sand and putting it on both of your guys ankles. Sculpturing it a little, trying to make it look at least something. It does look like something—a muddy monster.

But for all the shared laughter and giggles, it's all worth it in his opinion. Especially when he gets to see that smile of yours.

[asrinchine]

suddenly i remember i have like exams, a BIG one so nvm

I just went to the beach and holy moly, got an idea for Nishinoya!!

[asrinchine]

I just went to the beach and holy moly, got an idea for Nishinoya!!

[asrinchine]

My friend loves Kenma that she have to give me a side eye when I accidentally said ew. (Understandable) OKAY IT'S A CURSE I ALWAYS SAY EW WHENEVER IM THINKING. But babe, gotta hurt me when she made a face abt my baby yaku. Even my other friend was like...yaku...??? THEY BOTH KNOW WELL WHO'S YAKU. I'm defending my rich man,girl.

[asrinchine]

Or if you take science stream or anything related to science :)) surely he'll often use it, will do it anyways if you aren't in science field. At least we all learn science at school 🙂‍↕️

Kuro def use those chemistry table or science related stuff to do cheesy pickup lines at his s/o

[asrinchine]

I believe Atsumu loves doing origami for his loved ones. Like paper rings,lucky star and basically ANYTHING handmade.

likeee he must had given miya's mama his own handmade gifts!! I fear.

osamu would prob cook and miya's mama be so happy bc i WOULD.

#needamanlikeosamu

Also their mama gave them a ball to share together and they would use it to practicee!!!

[asrinchine]

is this how we're coping guys?

OHHHH THEY ALL DIED WITH SMILES CHAT WE’RE COOKEDDDDD IM INCONSOLABLE

[asrinchine]

53, 3, 19, 99, 39, 8, 92.

In periodic table, arrange the letters

-t.k

Kuro confessing to you, by slipping a note with the number of periodic table and a chocolate along the way, under your desk.

he DOES this,trust.

Kuro def use those chemistry table or science related stuff to do cheesy pickup lines at his s/o

[asrinchine]

Kuro def use those chemistry table or science related stuff to do cheesy pickup lines at his s/o