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sae itoshi who can’t sleep without a sleeping mask. no matter how pitch-black it is, or how calming the atmosphere is, he cannot sleep without something stuck onto his eyes.

and how cliché, the day before one of his most important games, it’s already well past his usual bedtime that he realised he forgot his sleeping mask on the airplane. he thought about calling his manager, no— it’s childish to ask for a sleeping mask. he thought about driving out to a store, no— it’ll take too long, he won’t get enough sleep when he’s back at the hotel.

sae groaned in frustration, cursing under his breath before you called out to him.

“baby? what’s wrong?” you stepped behind him, both hands landing on his shoulders before giving them a light squeeze.

he cleared his throat, though not looking at you, eyes still stuck on his bag that certainly did not contain his sleeping mask in.

“forgot my sleeping mask on the plane. i won’t- ahem, i can’t sleep without it.” he zipped up his bag, leaning his body onto yours as one of your hands trailed up to his head, caressing it softly before you pressed a kiss onto it. “i have an idea.” you mumbled against his head, to which he cocks his head to the side to show interest.

and thats how you both landed in this position. cuddling while facing each other, but this time sae was the little spoon. your arms would wrap around him protectively, just like how he’d do with you. his face was buried into your chest, providing the darkness and the physical contact to his eyes warmly while both of his arms wrapped around your waist. to this day, he still claims that it was purely for “efficiency.” but he’d rather die then tell anyone that it was the best sleep he’d ever had in his life.

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Such a cute lil guy 🥺

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rin has ptsd from sae unknowingly stealing one of many of rin's ex-gfs so anytime you happen to interact with sae he genuinely crashes out

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Karasu Tabito is the biggest baby you’ve ever met.

The tough guy facade doesn’t work on you, it never does, and you’re left completely amused to when he likes to act bold and tough in front of his friends. You bite your tongue of course, letting him have the illusion and let his friends think as they may, when in reality, you know the truth.

“I love you more.”

“No, I love you more.”

Your thumb scrolls bored as your massive man-baby lays on top of you, his face buried into your neck and arms looped around you, squeezing you close. His hair is still damp from his shower, shaggy from lack of styling, and his words are gooey and soft as they’re mumbled against your skin.

“I think you’re the bestest baby in the history of babies,” he murmurs, and you bite your lip as your thumb swiftly moves to open your camera, eager to capture the sweet moment.

You press record and shift your other hand to card his hair, keeping him relaxed and at your mercy, “yeah? I’m the best baby?”

“The bestest baby,” he repeats. “My bestest baby who I love to kiss and cuddle.”

“You’re so cute, tabito,” you giggle.

“You’re cuter,” he argues. “My cute baby.” He presses his lips to the warm skin of your neck, and you chuckle at the way you only see his lips move like a fish in a dramatic pucker. At your intense laughter, Tabito lifts his head, color draining from his face as he registers that you’re recording him being affectionate. He immediately sits up, clears his throat and glares at you while you laugh at his expense. “I hate you so much,” he grumbles with his voice back to normal, but there’s a smirk tugging at his cheeks, hand scrubbing down his face as he avoids any and all eye contact with you. “This is why I don’t ever be cute with you, you’re always messing with me.”

You turn off the video with a giggly, “I would never,” before tossing your phone to the side and opening your arms again for him to flop into. He eyes you wearily, looking between you and your phone, but he sighs before ultimately falling back into your arms, nuzzling into your neck.

“I love you so much,” you assure.

“Are the cameras on me?” He grumbles half heartedly.

You snort, “nope. Just you, me, and the ceiling.”

“Good,” he kisses your jawline, “I love you too.”

It doesn’t surprise you that in a few short minutes, tabito is completely knocked out, snoring softly against your neck, shoulders rising and falling rhythmically in bliss.

Slowly, your hands creep to your discarded phone, one still buried and scratching at his scalp to keep him asleep, and you send the damning evidence to none other than Otoya Eita.

It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t stir the pot a little bit, after all.

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SENT bro this your man? 🤨

loser mcgee 🚩 LMAOOOOOOOO

yo yall cuddling without me is wiiiiild

need a third??? ;)

SENT no 🩷 go eat dirt 🩷 he’s mine 🩷

loser mcgee 🚩 he’ll come crawling back to me soon enough dw 🫶🏻

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BABY DON’T LIKE IT !

feat. itoshi sae x gender neutral reader contains established relationship, sfw〳fluff note. is this title too much? it’s okay you can tell me [ please reblog if you enjoyed it helps me so much + masterlist ]

“aren’t these shorts are too short?” sae murmured, tugging on the hem of your bottoms. “i— what, no!” slapping his hand away, you huff. “they’re perfectly fine!” sae raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“they’re riding up.”

“they’re not,” you snap, smoothing the fabric just in case. “you’re practically in your underwear.”

“then stop looking!”

he shrugs. “hard not to.”

you open your mouth, ready with a comeback, but all that comes out is a weak splutter. sae’s expression doesn’t change, but there’s something vaguely smug in the silence that follows. “you know,” he says, flat, “most people wear clothes to avoid causing traffic accidents.”

you gawk. “are you saying i’m distracting?” he smirks. “well, you said it, not me.” great. now your face is on fire.

you jab a finger at his chest. “next time, worry about your own wardrobe malfunction.”

“i don’t have wardrobe malfunctions.”

“give it a minute,” you say, turning on your heel. “karma’s fast.”

he stays quiet, but the air feels heavier somehow.

you don’t turn around, but you feel his eyes on you the whole way.

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"ohno, where did i drop my ring..?" you murmured softly to yourself, looking down at your hand which was now lacking the precious diamond engagement ring sae had gotten you.

you began looking everywhere in your shared bedroom: underneath the bed, in the walk-in closet, in the master's bathroom, all to no avail.

at last, you figured it had probably slipped off your finger when you were watching tv earlier, so you stepped out of the bedroom and headed to the living room. there, you noticed sae manspreading on the couch, speaking into his phone with a rather irritated expression.

not wanting to distract him, you quietly made your way in front of him and dropped down to your knees. the moment his teal eyes, tinged with confusion, locked onto yours, you gave him a little smile and pressed your finger to your lips, trying to keep your volume down to a considerate level.

"shh..." you whispered, tying your hair up into a ponytail.

the older itoshi's eyebrows shot up just slightly, indecent thoughts starting to fog his mind. he leaned back against the couch, one arm draped around its back, and spread his legs a tad bit wider to give you more... access.

how sweet of him, you thought- he was making space for you so you're able to look under the couch properly.

you quickly crouched down and looked underneath the couch, your cheek ghosting over the floor. no more than a second later, you found your pretty ring, its jewel glistening.

you grabbed it, slipped it onto your finger, then straightened up. you flaunted your adorned hand to sae with a sheepish giggle, tapping the ring.

he furrowed his brows. weren't you going to..?

"found it," you whispered again, "i thought i lost it." you stood up and blew him a kiss in the air before running away to give him privacy, oblivious to the state you'd left him in.

"what...? oh." he impatiently blinked at the spot where you'd just been, then scratched his nape with his other hand. he let out a deep sigh and stood up from his seat.

"call me back later," he interrupted the money-grubbing man on the other end of the line. "i got something to deal with."

he ended the call and set his phone on the coffee table, then made his way towards the bedroom.

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gn reader

sae itoshi doesn't do those cringey, nonsensical couple things. he thinks it's stupid and a huge waste of time.

he also keeps your relationship a secret, because if his crazy fans found out he was dating someone, you could get hurt, and no way in hell was he going to let that happen. nobody was going to get their filthy hands on you at any costs. there were so many things that could happen to you, especially in the world he lived in.

but when he's caught one day with the corner of his lips slightly upturned, looking at his phone, his fingers basically flying over the screen by his teammate, he realizes maybe he can't really keep your relationship a secret — at least not when his heart is telling him not to.

so after a fair bit of contemplation, he surprises you on a random morning with a promise ring. it's silver, with a round translucent stone as the highlight and you prayed it wasn't a diamond (it 100% was a diamond). it slips onto your index with ease, and you already know your yearly salary can't pay for even a quarter of the price. he has the same design, and it's looped over his necklace, dangling on his collarbone.

sae seems to notice you staring at the ring on your index.

"i'm saving your ring finger for when i propose."

he says it so casually it makes your cheeks burn with an obnoxious red.

you're at home, sae's match playing on the television as you're curled up on the couch with a bunch of blankets wrapped around you. you had gotten sick and unable to go to the stadium sae was playing in, much to your dismay. of course, he wanted to stay home to make sure you got better but he couldn't miss his match.

the crowd cheers with adrenaline as his team wins, 3-1. roars fill the stadium, people buzzing excitedly about the amazing win. the commentators talk, covering the natural noise of the stadium, but it didn't matter at all.

the camera changes the angle to focus on sae, the commentators now talking about his excellent plays in the game. even when he's covered in sweat, he still looks so fine, with stray strands of his magenta hair sticking to his forehead.

almost as if he knows the world's attention is on him, his hand reaches to hold the necklace, your promise ring in his slender fingers, holding it so carefully like too much pressure will crush it.

the next thing he does? he presses a brief kiss on it, gazing straight at the camera, with that expression in his eyes that tells you he knows what he's doing.

cameras are instantly flashing, his teammates are just as stunned as the crowd.

and you?

absolutely horrified.

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a/n: hehehehehe I was thinking of clingy sae... And ohmygosh sae in the new leaks is just so omg, enjoy the drabble 🫶💗

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Thinking of... Clingy tired Itoshi Sae

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It was almost midnight when you heard the familiar soft click of the front door unlocking. You glanced up from your book, a little surprised—Sae usually texted if he was going to be this late.

The door opened, and in walked Sae, hair slightly disheveled, gym bag hanging loosely from one shoulder. His steps were slower than usual, almost dragging. You could tell from one glance—he was exhausted.

“Sae,” you called softly, setting your book aside. “You didn’t tell me you’d be home late.”

He glanced at you, those teal eyes heavy with fatigue, but a small, faint smile tugged at his lips.

“Sorry,” he murmured, kicking off his shoes. “Didn’t wanna wake you.”

You shook your head. “I wasn’t sleeping.”

Without another word, he crossed the room in a few long strides, dropping his bag onto the floor. And then—to your surprise—he collapsed onto the couch beside you, head falling gently into your lap.

“Sae?!” you blinked, hands hovering awkwardly.

He didn’t respond immediately, just buried his face a little deeper into your thigh, a soft exhale escaping him.

“…tired,” he finally whispered.

Your heart squeezed. Gently, you brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. His skin was warm, slightly cool from the night air. You brushed your thumbs along the high points of his cheeks, slow and soothing.

Sae’s lashes fluttered. His eyes, now half-lidded, gazed up at you. And then—ugh—he leaned into your palms, tilting his head just enough to nuzzle into your touch.

The motion was slow, almost instinctual—a soft rub of his cheek against your palm, the faintest brush of his nose against your wrist. Like a tired cat seeking warmth.

Your breath hitched. “Sae…” you whispered, cheeks warming.

Instead of answering, he shifted again—wrapping his arms lazily around your waist and pulling you down a little. Now your upper body was closer to him, and before you could even react, he nestled his face right into the crook of your neck.

A low hum vibrated against your skin. “Missed you,” he murmured, voice rough and low.

You felt your heart skip. Slowly, you threaded your fingers through his soft hair, stroking gently. He sighed—completely relaxed now, as if the whole weight of the day was melting off him in your arms.

“Sae… you really should shower first,” you said weakly, though your voice held no real protest.

“Later,” he mumbled, voice muffled against your skin. And then—another nuzzle. Slower this time, his nose grazing lightly along the side of your neck. Your breath caught again, heat blooming across your face.

Every little movement—his slow breathing, the way he held you tighter when you shifted—was so tender. So raw. You couldn’t help but melt a little.

Minutes passed in that quiet warmth. His grip never loosened, as if he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go. You continued combing through his hair gently, feeling him sink even deeper against you.

After a while, his voice broke the silence again. Soft. Barely audible.

“…don’t wanna let go yet,” he murmured. “Not tonight.”

Your heart swelled. You leaned down just a little, pressing the faintest kiss to the top of his head.

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Another soft nuzzle in reply—deeper this time, as if he was trying to disappear into you completely.

And there you stayed—wrapped up in each other under the quiet hum of the city lights—until sleep finally pulled you both under.

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SOFT SAE OMGGG, this drabble is similar to my latest itoshi rin drabble BUT LIKE I DONT CAREE I just had the urge to write clingy sae UGHH, thank you sm for reading !! Have a nice day 🫶🫶

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“𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥”

was it casual when isagi yoichi always jumped in front of you during dodgeball, basketball, and volleyball in gym class because he was always worrying about your safety?

was it casual when bachira meguru always defended you from bullies, even if it meant getting beat up himself, and smiled at you whenever you helped patch him up?

was it casual when chigiri hyoma always told you about each and all of his hair tips when he did so with no one else?

was it casual when kunigami rensuke always carried you and your things around even at the slightest inconvenience or when you didn’t want to walk or hold something?

was it casual when nagi seishiro always defended you whenever you were both playing video games, even if it meant that he would end up losing or dying in that very game?

was it causal when mikage reo always snuck out late at night in order to go to small little corner restaurants with you because you wanted him to enjoy “being poor”?

was it casual when barou shouei always cleaned your room for you no matter how filthy it was or how annoyed he was that day, just because you asked him?

was it casual when itoshi rin always bought you your favorite flavor of ice cream, no matter how much or how little pocket money he had on him at the time?

well, clearly it was to him, because he kissed someone else at the altar while all you could do was silently clap and claim the tears of sadness as tears of joy.

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You’re slicing strawberries at the counter, their sweetness clinging to your fingers, while Sae stands beside the sink, rolling up his sleeves to wash the dishes. From the living room, the theme song to Bear in the Big Blue House drifts in, along with your boys’ soft, off-key singing along.

The living room is scattered with books and toys— left where little hands last touched them, destined to stay that way until playtime picks up again tomorrow.

“We should start teaching the boys to clean up after themselves,” you say without looking up.

Sae hums in quiet agreement, then glances over his shoulder. The boys are curled up on the couch now, not as rowdy as they were just ten minutes ago. They’re completely absorbed in the episode, eyes wide, listening intently as Bear, Tutter, Pip and Pop learn about being healthy and that a good rest is refreshing and makes you stronger.

The moment is soaked in a kind of peace that’s hard to explain. In half an hour, Sae will take them to the park, and they’ll come back sleepy and sun-warm, asking for the special biscuits they’re only allowed once a day. Later, he’ll help with dinner, after which all four of you will sit together, watching the evening news until little heads nod off against your sides. When bedtime comes, Sae will carry them to their rooms, tuck them in, and then— finally— it’ll be your turn to rest.

It’s not the princess castle you once dreamed of as a little girl, but you wouldn’t trade this life for the world.

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—ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 * ˚ ✦ : the process of convincing sae itoshi to buy the most unusual, unhealthy item at the supermarket

“sweetheart, you can’t possibly be serious,” sae says—though it sounds more like a challenge, and in response, you treat it like one.

“what?” you ask ever so sweetly, a teasing smile on your face. “they’re waffles and syrup oreos. limited edition!”

his arms cross as he stares at the bright orange package in your hands. it personally offended him.

“if i like waffles with syrup, why wouldn’t i like these?”

he visibly winces. “what you’re holding is radioactive sugar pretending to be cookies.”

you roll your eyes and drop the pretty little package into the cart. “you said i could pick one random thing i wanted—anything—that wasn’t on our grocery list.”

“what’s so bad about the normal oreos?” he asks, reaching into the cart to grab them. you gasp, stepping between him and the cart.

“i don’t want normal,” you declare. “why get the same boring stuff when we can have these fun ones? who knows? i could be one of only ten people in the world who get to try these.”

he sighs. “sweetheart, i’m telling you, you’re going to take one bite, hate it, and then ask me how in the hell i allowed you to even try them in the first place.”

your smile only grows wider. “maybe…but atleast i can stay i tried them!”

for a moment, he does nothing but stare at you. then, he shoots a glare at the blinding bright oreo packaging in the cart before letting out a low groan.

it’s at this point you know that you’ve won.

“fine. but i’m not eating them.”

“hm, you will if i feed you one in your sleep!” you cheer, continuing your way down the aisle.

the corner of his mouth twitches, a smirk playing at his lips. “yeah? then let’s hit the office aisle next—‘m gonna need some tape to seal those cookies shut.”

inspired by these dialogue prompts.

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its so cool that God got the idea for his head from Tenna in the Deltarunes!

Don't You Start.

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something about lovesick sae. it’s unfamiliar to him. this feeling of weightlessness and crushing desire that simultaneously squeezes his heart into beats that would make his physiologist fear cardiac arrest.

you wouldn’t know it, of course. to you, your boyfriend is only standing by the doorway of the living room, looking a little too keenly in your direction. you wonder if you’ve got a blemish or a spot of cream from dessert on your face.

“sae? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” he says. blandly. tonelessly.

so really, who could blame you for having no clue what you were doing to his poor heart?

you hum and pat the couch seat beside you invitingly. he stares, the afternoon light making his eyes glint like seaglass. and he does join you on the couch, though not beside you, rather scooping you up and placing you on his lap.

“sae—”

“don’t complain.” he says it impassively, tucking loose strands behind your ear, cupping your nape with his other hand as though to support you in the position he’s put you in. “you smell different.”

“hmm? it might be my new perfume.”

he tucks his face against your neck, and you can feel his breath. he murmurs, “perfume?”

“strawberries and vanilla,” you say, breathier in the intimacy he’s created between you. you would squirm, if it weren’t for his arm around your waist keeping you nestled close. “I have three others I’m considering.”

“this alone feels like too much.”

before you can rise to argue, his lips are already on your throat. your jaw. his heart is squeezing in his chest. it only feels right, he thinks, to make you feel a fraction of what you do to him. to crush you close, love you, show you everything he can’t say.

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....hai...... me again erm ...... could I req more sae fluff .......... I miss sae 🤗 ............ pls don't turn into a pebble.....and explode ..........

touch starved sae x over affectionate you

you’ve always been the one for cuddles, kisses, hugs, hand holding or even just your knees bumping into each other when you’re sitting next to sae. while sae doesn’t exactly show it, shit does he love it. its shocking how his knees almost crumble to dust whenever you suddenly hug him tightly and give him a kiss.

but its just one trait about him, he never reciprocates it or the one indicating all the physical touch, only ever leaning into it slightly whenever you do so. so you figured he didn’t liked you being too touchy, considering what type of person he is. so obviously, as a good girlfriend would do, you stopped most of it.

the kisses would become mere pecks, the hugs into a touch on his shoulder, the cuddling into just leaning on his shoulder— he’s clearly noticed it, and has definitely become a worrywart over it. did he do something wrong? did he say something wrong? were you falling out of love?—

“do you hate me?” sae suddenly blurted out in the middle of watching a movie. “…what? where did this come from??” and you can see the slightest frown on his face as he looks into your eyes. “tell me if i did something wrong, i don’t like whatever this treatment is.” and you’re utterly confused. “..baby, i assure you, you didn’t do anything wrong, where did this even come from?”

“you’re kissing me less.” he pauses, looking away. “and hugging me less. and sleeping on my chest or lap less. i don’t even know if i did something wrong, so please. if you don’t love me anymore or whatever the sort.. i, just want to know. and we’ll sort it out together. please.” and its confusing for him that you start cackling. not even giggling or laughing. cackling.

as you finish your fit of laughter, you take a deep breath and start to respond “baby—” a slight giggle cuts you off. “baby, i thought you didn’t enjoy it, since you never really reciprocated it or anything, so i just did it less, i didn’t know you felt that way my love, i promise you i still love you, and if you want me to keep kissing and hugging and sleeping on you, i’ll gladly do it sae.” and he lets out a big sigh of relief. “come here.” he immediately pulls you onto his lap, hugging you tighter than he’s ever before, burying his face into the crook of your neck, a well deserved reward after a whole 2 weeks of going through hell without your touch. “i love you.” “i love you too, you worrywart.”

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Me when half of my team didn't prepare for the quiz that was part of a contest and made us lose right away in the first round.

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Down Bad

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Am I the only one getting this bullshit on YouTube that I can't turn off when the ad is fully gone?