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Waiting For You (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro)

_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader Summary: Two years apart is torture to him, and all he wants is you. Warnings: hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, SPOILERS for Marinefod Arc and Beyond A/N: I'm so sorry for not uploading, exams have been killing me 😭 [One Piece Masterlist] _____

- Luffy -

Luffy was filled with a pain he had never known.

Despite being the one to adhere to Rayleigh's advice and deliver the message - to meet in two years instead of three days at Sabody - sometimes it was hard to ignore the ache in the back of his chest. He knew at the forefront, there was grief, but buried beneath, perhaps as a side-effect, lay loneliness.

He lost his brother, Ace.

The man he grew up with, the man he had chased and admired and loved.

Ace had died saving him.

Luffy had felt as the warmth usually emitted in waves was extinguished in seconds; so quickly, so ruthlessly, so unnaturally. He had felt unwavering strength collapse so suddenly, strong limbs losing all their life as Ace slumped atop him. And yet he could only tremble in shock, as a cascade of memories raged through his head. Memories of the man, the brother, he would lose. He could only hear broken promises, broken organs, the shattering of something deep within him. Then silence, escape, only to wake to reality again.

And in the absence of his brother, there was also the absence of his friends; his nakama.

Luffy needed his crew more than ever now.

Crewmembers hold a special place in their hearts for Luffy; their captain, the man who saved them and guides them with his ambition, his kindness and his strength. But most don't know how much they saved him in return. Luffy hated solitude; despised it. It stemmed from a youth spent fighting for a place next to Ace and Sabo, desperate for company, for connection, for love. So, when he created his crew, he silently felt like he finally had it all. Friends, a family he would protect by any means, and trust in every sense.

But now, he was back in the overwhelming void.

He had grown so used to life with friends.

He missed pranking Zoro with Usopp and Chopper; his laughter had come so easily then, so natural as it mingled with annoyed shouts and teasing remarks. He missed as Robin would tell him of the stories in books he did not care to read; somehow, she could make them sound so interesting to him, though he only saw paper and dull words. He missed the thrill of dinnertime, Sanji’s meals a treasure he looked forward to every second of the day. He missed Franky’s cool inventions, Brooke’s exhilarating music and even Nami’s shouting was nostalgic now.

And you.

God, he needed you.

He was so sure that one hug from you would be enough to cure the turmoil he faced in quiet nights, when no company could keep darker thoughts at bay. So sure, that a soft caress was the cure to the overwhelming and confusing ache that resided where his heart should be. He never had the time to stop and realise how much you saved him every day. In the extra meals you would sneak him, in the quiet words you would utter, in the kisses that brushed his cheek and the hands that held him. He never realised how much he had been ignorant to its value, how much reliance he placed on those simple gestures.

He never knew what it felt like to be tethered to another being. To feel every emotion you felt tenfold in his own skin, to feel warmth and ease by one smile, to feel belonging and comfort by one’s presence. Luffy had never loved someone that way before. The rush of emotion and devotion was confusing, but it was also everything to him. And the withdrawal felt like there was this void, an emptiness in the shape of you. An emptiness that even with his other crewmembers, he doesn’t think could ever be filled without you.

So, Luffy trained, desperately, relentlessly, grateful for Rayleigh’s guidance and presence. He even spoke to the giant fauna on his island of you, because there was no one else to listen to just how much he missed you. He focused on building his strength so that he could protect his crew, so that he could be strong the next time he saw you. So that he never felt what it was like to have that bond severed by such things as distance again. Temptation would run rampant, and sometimes Luffy would want to just cross the seas to know you were safe, but the captain kept at it.

Missing you, but hoping to become better, for you and his nakama.

.....

Two years apart from the crew changed you, as your physical strength and abilities seemingly multiplied alongside your features. However, although things changed, some things remained constant, almost unbearably so. You had spent the past years in a constant worry, in a constant pain as you thought of your boyfriend and all he had to face alone. You hadn't been there to support him, to hug him and love him as he faced grief, turmoil and separation from a crew you know he adored. So, when you step foot back onto the Sunny, after years without its wooden floors beneath your feet, you are filled with unspeakable excitement, but nerves lie heavy against your chest.

"[y/n]!!"

There is a squeal, and instantly warm arms wrap around you, as the sight of a familiar navigator enters your vision.

"Nami, I missed you!!"

You smile easily as tears fill your eyes, with years spent unable to see or contact your friend for months on end, building up and pulling emotion from you. When she lets go of her vice grip and you step apart, your eyes widen at her beauty and the glow of her strength, clear she too had made the most of the two years separated.

"Missed you too, you look amazing!!"

"Speak for yourself," you grin, before your eyes dart to other members of the crew who grin excitedly at your presence.

"Yo ho ho ho, it's lovely to see you again [y/n]-san, may I see your pant-"

Nami thwaks Brook before he continues, but your smile doesn't waver as a nostalgic air fills the space between you all. Robin, too, had grown even more beautiful than you could think possible, and Franky and Ussop had been so happy to see you again. They clamour in their greeting, already sharing brief stories on the adventures had with such time that pulled you all apart. And as you drown in the joy of reuniting with comrades, there tugs in the back of your mind, the absence of a certain trio and Chopper.

"Hey, do any of you know where-"

But before you voice your thoughts, you look to the sky and hear Chopper calling down to you all, and Zoro, Sanji and Luffy look down from atop a massive bird that approaches the ship.

"Finally!!"

Nami grins as she meets your gaze knowingly, though your eyes are torn away quickly, back to the sight of the man you missed more than anything.

"Hey, everyone!!"

You see his wide grin, his raven hair beneath the straw hat you hadn't seen in too long, and he seems happy and he seems grown. You all wave back, smiling and yelling in greeting.

"Luffy!!"

"It's so good to see you again!!"

"We've missed you!!"

Shouts fill the sky.

Sanji gets a nosebleed that takes him to the sea.

You look on, surprised to see that Zoro now only has one eye.

But then, his eyes meet yours.

Eyes that soften when he catches your gaze, and widen slightly as though surprised you were actually there after so long apart. And as your heart fills with contentment in seeing him so safe, and strong and joyous, his heart squeezes tight at the sight of you, beautiful, smiling and within arm's reach once more. Crewmates gather tight to greet the remaining four crew members, and Chopper cries as he sees you, holding tight to your leg. Sanji is barely conscious, and Zoro grunts in greeting, though a smile plays on his lips. Yet, your gaze gets dragged back to him, to Luffy, as he greets his friends.

When a moment passes, and friends disperse to talk to other friends, it is suddenly and finally you and Luffy in front of each other, and the air shifts a little. You see your boyfriend's eyes waver, as despite the way he grinned and yelled in his happiness as he greeted his beloved nakama, the crew he so longed to see, his heart gives way to you. You see beneath his gaze a glimpse of the hurt he buries, and the love that swims endlessly in a constant motion, never changing. Luffy's wide grin wavers, just slightly, and in its stead, a warm and gentle smile, full of relief, takes its place.

Long rubber limbs wrap around you, and you can hear your crewmates hush as they witness the two of you reuniting, yet you don't care about the prying eyes.

"I missed you, [y/n]"

You hear the slight crack in his voice as he says your name to you for the first time in years, and only for you to hear. He buries his head deep into the crook of your neck as he breathes you in, and you feel him physically relax, take a breath, as he drowns in you like he wanted to do when Ace died. Like he wanted to do when long nights left him feeling lonely and in need of one of your hugs, the ones that made every problem seem small, and made him feel all that was important.

"I missed you, too, Lu"

Tears gather in your eyes as you squeeze him tight, and you feel his smile forming against your skin. He rocks you playfully in his arms, just before he pulls apart, just so he can see you with his own eyes again. And when he does, he looks at you like you were the treasure he longed to find, and he glows, he radiates a happiness you were all too glad to find. A kiss is placed gently on the crown of your head, as one limb snakes its way around your waist, keeping you close, instilling his warmth on your skin. When you both turn to your crewmates, they look on with their warm gazes and fond smiles.

Finally, everything is as it should be.

"Shi shi shi! Alright! We're all back together, let's head to the New World!"

Your crewmates yell in excitement, and you laugh in delight, but when Luffy catches the mirth in your irises, he makes a secret promise to never let you so far out of arm's reach again.

- Sanji -

Sanji wanted to perish, just a little.

He would look often to the sky like it had something to do with the current situation he was in. Two years stuck on an island, devoid of his crew, devoid of women, devoid of you. Everyday he was met with the incessant shouting to wear a dress, met with the task of mastering recipes and haki and techniques. And he knew, that the situation was externally, quite funny. He figured that if the men of his crew were here with him on this garishly pink island, they might laugh at it all. But at the end of long days, Sanji wanted to cry a little, wanted to be held a little, wanted to be loved a little.

He was terrified in every sense of the word when he saw you vanish right in front of his eyes. He didn’t think he could’ve shouted louder your name, until he was eventually whisked away too with raging emotions and worry and the relentless pounding of his heart against his chest. When he awoke to the island, he felt like he had been whisked off to a nightmare, with no knowing the fate of his crew or you. But when the message from his captain had travelled to him, and with no inkling of where on earth you could be, he had resigned himself to the two years of training on Momoiro Island.

The days were long.

But the nights were even longer.

At least during the day, there was company. Despite the okama maybe not being his first choice in said company, they were a distraction at least. A distraction from the absence of a crew, he considers now his second family. A distraction from the fact that he was on an island in God knows where, with crewmembers scattered in places he could not know. A distraction from the fact that he was very much alone, and months away from the feeling of belonging he had been so anchored to not so long ago.

But when the day crept away and gave way to the long nights, Sanji could not fight the presence of grave absences so easily.

Most often, he would think of you.

Yes, there were no women on this island, but Sanji found himself feeling he couldn’t care less, if only you were here. But you weren’t. Every night, he would dream of your smile, of your softness and your grace, only to wake and feel like he was in a living nightmare again. He missed your kindness and your love. Sanji never thought he was a man who could be loved the way you loved him. He never thought a woman as perfect as you would spare a time of her life for him, but you cared so deeply, so immensely for him.

He couldn’t count the number of times your form would fit against his back as he cooked, your sweet reassurances and caresses making him feel like it would be okay to die because you had sent him straight to heaven. He can’t tell you how grateful he was when you caught that distant look in his eye, the one he would bear when plagued by the thoughts and memories that weren’t kind to him. How often you would save him from himself by your smile and presence and warmth. He didn’t know how to live without that, without you anymore.

He missed you.

He needed you, desperately.

And yet, the sun would rise to the same routine, and distance and time would keep him from you. Sanji can feel himself getting stronger, with every passing day, but inside he feels as though he is wilting without the remembrance of the way that you loved him. He can feel himself getting weaker to the temptation of searching for you, but every time he was drawn back, knowing you were spending the years getting stronger for the crew, too. So, he focused and willed himself to work, for you, for Luffy, for the crew.

He just hoped that when you saw him again, you hadn’t forgotten how much you loved him.

.....

Wandering the streets of Sabody after two years, you are full of anticipation and the excitement of catching a glimpse of a friend, of a crewmate you missed so dearly. The two years apart had been a turmoil of emotions, of worry and concern, of training and hardships as you honed your strength and of the desperate need to be in the vicinity of your boyfriend once more. Each day would drag on, and though now you were thankful for your newfound power and skills, long nights without company left you wishing to cross the sea.

But now, finally, you are here, and the man you longed to see has just arrived.

Sanji knew it was time, time to return home, to the crew, to you. But his hands wouldn’t stop trembling. As soon as he said his brief goodbye and farewell to the okama that brought him to Sabody, he was overwhelmed by the presence and the sight of women. Over the years he knew you, he had found it so easy to get out of the rhythm of falling to women's feet, because why would he want to with you by his side? But now, after years apart and blessed with the sight of women with curves, and smiles, and light laughter, he struggles to keep the blood in his system.

He is eager, almost desperate, to be by your side again, but he feels he may actually die once he sees you. He could tolerate these nameless women on the streets, but you? The woman he loved? The woman he hadn't seen in two years, and yet knows him more than he knows himself? Excitement and fear mingle within him at the thought of reuniting, of wondering if your love remained true, if he could stay upright or if your beauty would cause him to utterly collapse, if you would look to him as you always did.

But then, he caught a glimpse of it.

[h/c] hair that caught the light of the sun, soft skin that ran over curves and edges he had run his hands along a million times, [e/c] eyes that glimmered and a warm voice that spoke to a shopkeeper just meters away. And it was you, and you were right there after so long, and Sanji felt his heart rate leap within his chest and blood rise to his face. You were so beautiful, so ethereal, so much more the goddess than his mere imagination could conjure in the days and nights spent away from you. He struggles to remain upright, but when your eyes turn to him, he sees them widen in surprise and yet swim in the light and the love and the warmth they always did when you looked to him.

And suddenly, everything was okay in the world again.

Fear drains instantly from Sanji as he steps towards you, hands still trembling, but his body craving its solace with you. His voice is lost, but you are overwhelmed with the joy of seeing your boyfriend safe, strong, and there.

"Sanji!!"

Your smile is brighter than it has ever been, and Sanji feels like he truly is lost in heaven when you rush to him faster than he can take a breath, and tackle him into a sure embrace. He falters on his feet just once, before he catches himself and catches you. He feels your soft skin and the warmth you emit in waves, he can smell your sweet scent, and he feels his heart come undone. All that time alone, untethered to you and the crew, was worth it to be here again.

"I missed you, love"

Sanji's voice is quiet against your skin and full of emotion that makes tears catch at your lower lashes. You pull apart briefly, though Sanji doesn't let you go too far, too scared this was just another dream, too scared you would run off to where he can't find you again. You watch as tears gather in his eyes too, and you let out a soft laugh and caress the curve of his cheek. He leans eagerly into the palm of your hand, face flushed and eyes swimming in adoration of you.

"I missed you, too, Sanji"

"You're so beautiful"

"Hmm, and you look so handsome, my love"

There is a moment of silence where you gather your excitement and simply look at the other and cherish the other, and then you move, and your lips are on his, and he threatens to implode. You are warm, so warm, and gentle and soft. Sanji is lost in you. Those that pass by remain ignorant of the turmoil the two of you faced in the months spent apart, not knowing who was safe, or injured or alive. And you feel the depths of his emotion ignite when his mind comes together and he returns the kiss.

When the two of you pull apart, Sanji takes your hand in his. No extreme nosebleed that threatens to kill him, no limbs that give way and threaten to pull him to the ground. Just security, comfort and love and you. Both of you travel in the direction of the Sunny, too caught up in each other to spare anyone else a second of the time spent now reunited.

- Zoro -

The silence was new, unusual, unbearable...

When once laughter could be heard from the next room, and company sought him even as he sat in solace, now there is nothing. Dracule Mihawk's castle was cold and silent. The only source of conversation would come from Perona, who would merely appear to annoy him, trying to find a cure to her own boredom. There was no gentle lull of the sea beneath his feet, no company to live by or protect, no adventure, no light, no joy.

No crew.

Zoro didn't realise how accustomed he had become to the general life of those he had grown to call friends. How much Luffy's shouting could fill the void in between, how much the sound of conversation between Robin and Nami brought an ease to the atmosphere, how much Ussop and Chopper's shenanigans filled him with silent comfort.

How much he had grown to need it all.

Zoro knew he was in the depths when he found himself even missing dinner, warm and cooked by a chef he would often berate, served among rowdy friends and you. Each night, Zoro finds himself clawing at the hole in his chest, searching through the cold sheets for your warmth and soft skin. But he never found you. His days are filled with headaches and cold sweat, like his body had an actual aversion to not being by your side. But there was no cure for the absence of you.

He didn't know what happened when he found himself on Kuraigana island, the home to the man he was destined to exceed. He didn't know if you were hurt, how far you were, if you were lost like he felt he was... if you were dead. All he knew was you had to be alive, and he had to trust in his Captain's message. All he knew was there were no answers to be had here, in the cold, bare island he was resigned to for two years. All he knew was he could not find you without clues and the skill to take him across the sea.

He could not protect you.

So every day, he drowned himself in the violent swing of his swords, in the honing of physical strength. Silent meals were eaten before he slept on silent nights. There were no whispers as you gushed about the events of the day in his bed. There was no latching onto arms as you spoke into the night with his hums and caresses, a sign he listened. No kisses greeted him after a day of hard work, no worried voice interrupted his training sessions, asking him to take a break, to not push too hard. No excited greetings ignited his dull heart, no smile that filled him with warmth, and softness and ease.

Soon, Zoro forgot what gentleness felt like.

He forgot what comfort felt like.

He forgot what warmth felt like.

All he knew was the same rhythm every day for two years. The same morning sun, cold in its greeting. The same day spent fighting ridiculously overpowered baboons, relentlessly training his haki with a silently demanding teacher, just trying to survive through it all. The same night he dreaded, nursing new injuries, wondering why wetness would form in his eyes, wondering why tightness gathered at his chest. Wondering why he couldn't sleep like he used to, before Luffy, before the crew, before you.

God, he missed you.

Zoro felt like he was stronger than he had ever been, and yet he feels like the shell of the man he once was. Despite loosing an eye, and burdening himself with training that was sure to pull him apart, he found no pain harder to bear than the lack of you. He felt weak in your absence, berated himself for the lack of peaceful sleep he had and the lack of his mind at ease. He wondered if you felt the same. He wondered if this is what love was supposed to feel like.

He wondered if you knew how much he needed you now.

.....

When you walked up to Shakky’s bar, nostalgic after two years without seeing the same sight, you had expected the lack of your crewmates. You were a few days early, after all. But when she greeted you, she looked at you knowingly, and you didn’t think you could keep your jaw off the floor when she told you that someone had already arrived.

That someone?

Roronoa Zoro.

The two years spent apart had been full of training until your limbs gave out, honing power until you collapsed, and worrying endlessly about the fate of your crewmates and your Captain, and your boyfriend. When you were whisked away to your island, it was after you saw Zoro disappear from the face of the planet by Kuma, worse for wear and bearing injuries, you agonised over his fate. But now, hearing he is here and hearing he is the first to arrive, you cannot simply wait for him to find you. And so, you travel amongst Sabody for the first time in two years, hoping to catch a glimpse of a wandering swordsman and see if he truly had gotten better at navigation or if his early presence was merely a fluke.

The streets of Sabody are busy, and even a bed of green hair was hard to find, but Zoro couldn't even find the Sunny. He cursed as he looked left and right, annoyance gathering in his system as everything looked the same to him and directions were damned. Nevertheless, he travels the space in between, unwilling to acknowledge that it is fear that mingles beneath his subtle excitement.

He would see his crew again, his Captain, he pledged to serve.

He would see you again.

He wondered if things would be as they always were, but two years apart felt like eons when not tethered to you. He wonders what changed about you and what stays the same. Would you still smile at his stubbornness as you used to? Would you still gently caress his scarred face as he slept? Would you look to him with loyalty and devotion as you always did? The thoughts that mingle overtake Zoro's senses as he scolds himself for the doubt that gathers despite his loyalty and his belief in you.

You would be strong, you would be safe, you would love him as you always did.

Reassurances tried to drown his doubts, and they worked for a moment, until his sharp eye caught a glimpse of [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes, and something in Zoro broke and caught life all at the same time. And you saw him, and you smiled at his wandering state, and you knew that was the man you missed for so long.

"Zoro!!"

Zoro doesn't get a chance to catch a breath or take in your form or relish in your beauty until you've run to him so quickly that he stumbles when you gather at his chest. However, when he looks down and catches your eyes and the way you grin wide and full of love, he finds himself finally relaxing beneath your touch. Finally, the tension he didn't even know had gathered in the two years apart came undone, and he feels your softness, your gentleness, your joy.

"Wait, what happened to your eye?!"

Zoro panics when he sees your bright smile waver and a frown gather on your face. Your joy soon turns to worry as hands reach out to the scar that travels to his left cheek, and your brows furrow in upset. Heart hammering at your gentle touch, face flushing at the glimmer in your eyes, and your concentration, he tries to calm his racing heart, untrained after too long without you. A calloused hand reaches out, catching the one that caresses his face.

"You worry too much"

His words are low, heat gathering at your own face when you look up and see him looking at you, with a softness and a care he hadn't encompassed in two years. God, he missed you. Missed the sensation of comfort you elicit just by being there. And despite never being one for words, and even in the crowded street, Zoro pulls you back into an embrace that has you surprised.

"I missed you"

His words catch an edge of emotion, and you smile against his chest, safe, warm and together again.

"I missed you, too, Zoro"

Pulling apart only to catch your lips in a brief, blissful kiss, your heart feels so full as you relent to his being and to his love. And in that moment, Zoro knows, and he pledges to himself that you were the woman he won't let go of, never again. Never again did he want to feel the uncertainty of your fate, eons apart. Never did he want to forget your comfort, and your gentleness and your love.

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dynamightsfave · 4 days ago

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Clues Between the Lines

nico robin x fem!reader

on your first anniversary, you scramble to surprise nico robin with the perfect gift—but you make a disaster.

a/n: happy pride month, my sapphics ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊

words count: 3.6k

tags: established relationship, fluff, slice of life, first anniversary, soft teasing, subtle romance, light humor

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The day starts slow.

You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, fingers tapping on your chest. One week left. One week until your anniversary with Robin.

Your first one.

You groan into your pillow “What do I even get her?”

She has books. She has clothes. She likes quiet mornings, coffee, flowers sometimes… But nothing feels right. Not for your first year together.

You sit up, run a hand through your hair, and make a plan.

Subtle questions.

No suspicion.

Easy.

You find her in the library, sitting by the window. Her dark hair glows gold in the light. She’s reading, of course. Her eyes shift slowly across the page, calm and steady.

“Hey” you say, leaning against the doorframe.

She looks up and smiles “Good morning.”

“Whatcha reading?”

“A history of the West Blue. I’ve read it before.” She closes the book halfway, giving you her attention “Need something?”

“Nope” you say way too fast. Then you clear your throat “Just… curious.”

She tilts her head “About?”

You walk in slowly, sit in the chair across from her “Just thinking. If you could go anywhere right now—like, anywhere—where would it be?”

She blinks once. You swear you see a smile tug at the corner of her mouth “Hm. An island with warm springs, maybe. Somewhere quiet. With flowers. And a garden.”

You nod like it’s just a random conversation “Cool. Sounds peaceful.”

“It does,” she says, her voice soft “Why do you ask?”

You fake a shrug “Just wondering. Y’know. Getting to know you better.”

Robin rests her chin on her hand “After a whole year together?”

You freeze. Then laugh, awkward “Hey, people are deep. You’re deep. You never stop knowing people.”

She smiles wider “Is this an interrogation?”

“No” you lie.

She chuckles “Mm.”

Later that day, you try again.

You’re both in the kitchen. She’s slicing fruit. You’re pretending to look for a spoon.

“So, uh… what do you think about jewelry?” you ask, real casual.

Robin pauses “Depends on the piece.”

“Like, what kind?”

She doesn’t look at you. Just slices another strawberry “I like things with meaning. Stories behind them.”

You watch her fingers, so careful, so precise.

“Not too flashy,” she adds “And not gold. I prefer silver.”

You nod again “Cool, cool, good to know.”

She turns slightly, eyes twinkling “Still just ‘getting to know me’, right?”

You grin sheepishly “Exactly.”

That night, you find a pressed flower on your pillow.

A deep purple violet. Soft and dried, carefully placed.

You stare at it for a long moment.

Robin walks in behind you “Found that in the garden this morning.”

You hold it up “It’s pretty.”

She nods “They say violets mean loyalty and devotion. Fitting, don’t you think?”

You swallow “Yeah.”

Robin walks past you, her fingers brushing your hand “I’m sure whatever you’re not planning will be perfect.”

You groan “I’m being obvious, aren’t I?”

“Very.” She’s laughing now “But I like it.”

You make the mistake of walking into the kitchen during dinner prep. Steam, shouting, clanging. A dangerous place to be, especially when you’re about to ask for a favor.

Sanji spins around, chopping vegetables like it’s a sport. He sees you.

“You’re either lost or about to ruin my rhythm,” he says “Which is it?”

You hold your hands up “Peace offering.”

You reach into your pocket and pull out a folded napkin with a doodle of a cake on it “Actually, bribe.”

He frowns, wipes his hands on a towel “That better not be what I think it is.”

“I need a cake.”

He groans like you just insulted his entire bloodline “For who?”

You raise an eyebrow “You know for who.”

He sighs, dramatic “Why must I suffer for the love story of others? Especially when it doesn’t include me?”

“Because you love love, you love us.” you say, giving him your best puppy eyes “And because you’re the best chef and I trust you more than anything.”

Sanji pauses.

“…Okay, maybe not more than anything, but you’re up there.”

He rolls his eyes, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching.

“You want me to make a cake for your anniversary with Robin.” He says it like it’s a crime.

You nod “It has to be pretty, but not too pretty. No gold or anything fake-fancy. Something natural. Maybe violets? She left one on my pillow. I think it’s a hint.”

He frowns in thought “Violet cake?”

“With berries, maybe? Something light. She’s not big on sweets.”

He taps his chin “Maybe something with lavender… lemon… I could make a violet jam glaze.”

You clasp your hands together like you’re praying “Please, Sanji. You’d be saving my life.”

He turns away like he’s deeply wounded “You two… celebrating your perfect little romance, while I—”

“Alone by the sea,” you say, joining his fake dramatics “A lonely prince in an apron.”

He glares at you “Mock me again and I’ll make it heart-shaped just to embarrass you.”

You blink “Wait, that actually sounds kinda cute.”

Sanji gags.

But after a second, he laughs and waves you off “Fine. I’ll do it. But you owe me.”

“Name it.”

He points a spoon at you “You let me read the card you write her.”

Your soul leaves your body “Absolutely not.”

He grins, walking back to his stove “Then no cake.”

“Fine!” You huff “You can read half of it.”

“Deal.”

Later that night, you see Robin reading again, quiet in her corner. You smile to yourself.

Step one: Cake? In progress.

Three days.

Three long days.

You ask everyone for help with the gift.

Franky? “How about a miniature model of the Sunny? Made of cola cans?”

Usopp? “Slingshot, but like… romantic.”

Zoro? “Give her a nap.”

Luffy? “MEAT! Wait, no, give it to me!”

You consider jumping off the ship.

You’re back in your room, hunched over your desk. The room smells like glue and metal polish. Your fingers are covered in tiny cuts and sparkly dust. Your back aches.

You’ve made four versions already. All in the trash bin.

None of them feel right.

None of them are her.

But you look at the pressed violet she gave you, still tucked safely in a book on your shelf. That little moment. That soft smile. You pick it up like it’s sacred.

And finally something clicks.

You work in secret. Every night. Every spare hour. No one comes in. No one disturbs.

But what you don’t know is that Robin sees everything.

She sees the glint of metal in your trash bin one morning, a broken chain, bits of purple glass.

She sees you bent over your desk, chewing your bottom lip, tongue poking out in focus.

She watches you test beads against the light, run your fingers along delicate silver wire, smooth out paper, carefully fold and seal a violet into a crystal-clear bookmark base.

And she says nothing. Not even when you prick your finger and hiss.

Not even when you mutter, “Stupid chain won’t stay…”

She just watches. Quiet. Soft-eyed. Heart full.

You finally finish it on the fifth try.

The bookmark is slim, clear, and delicate. The violet is perfectly preserved, pressed inside like it’s floating. The chain dangles from the top, silver, detailed, looped with small purple beads that match the flower. It shimmers when you turn it in the light.

You hold it up, breathless.

She’ll like this… right?

You hope so.

That night, you sit in bed and stare at the ceiling again.

Cake: check.

Gift: done.

Flowers: soon.

You don’t notice Robin peek into your room as she walks past. She sees the bookmark on your desk, wrapped gently in purple paper.

She smiles to herself.

She doesn’t need to ask anything.

She already knows.

You stare at the blank card for twenty minutes.

Just… stare.

Pen in hand. Brain? Gone.

You’ve fought sea monsters, survived storms, and once ate something Sanji warned you not to, but this tiny piece of folded paper has defeated you.

You sigh, put your head down on the table “This shouldn’t be so hard…”

Eventually, the words start coming.

Not all at once. Not easily.

But they come.

You write slow, careful.

Dear Robin,

I’ve rewritten this twenty times in my head, but none of it feels enough. You make things quiet when they’re loud. You make complicated things feel simple. You make me feel seen.

You’re the calm in the chaos. The reason I breathe a little softer. Smile a little easier.

Thank you for a whole year of knowing your laugh, your books, your voice, your warmth. I want more years. I want all of them.

And I hope this tiny gift tells you what my words can’t: I’m really, really in love with you.

— Yours.

You stare at it for a while. Then you tuck it in the envelope and slide it under the bookmark’s ribbon.

Your hands are shaking.

The next morning, you wake up early. Really early. Before Sanji’s even had coffee.

The ship has docked on a quiet little island, green hills, wildflowers, a few birds singing.

You peek over the rail. The shore’s empty.

Perfect.

You pull your bag tight, check your pockets, and RUN.

“WHAT THE—?!” Luffy jumps back, mouth full of toast.

“Why’s she sprinting like that?!” Usopp yells “She possessed or what?!”

Sanji leans over the railing, baffled “Oi! What the hell—?!”

You’re already halfway down the dock. Hair flying. Boots slapping wood.

Mission: Flowers has begun.

You have to get them now.

Before Robin sees you. Before she follows with that knowing look in her eyes.

She can’t know yet.

You dive into the trees, heart pounding.

Somewhere out here violets wait.

The flowers are beautiful.

You find them in a little clearing beyond the trees, tucked in the shade, wild and purple, just like the one Robin gave you. You kneel down gently, careful, careful, snipping them with the small scissors you stole from Chopper’s drawer.

You’re smiling.

This is it. The last piece.

You’ve done it.

And then Snap.

You hear it before you feel it.

Your ankle twists beneath you as you stand too fast on uneven roots. Your foot slips sideways, and you fall hard, pain flashing up your leg like fire.

“Shit—!” You grab your ankle, squeezing your eyes shut.

You’re alone.

You sit in the clearing for what feels like forever, trying to breathe through it.

The flowers rest gently in your lap, undamaged.

Of course they’re fine.

You try to stand.

Bad idea.

You nearly scream.

Then leaves rustle behind you.

“Oi!”

Zoro’s voice breaks through the trees like a sudden gust of wind.

You don’t even look up “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, sure you are,” he says, appearing in front of you “Sitting in the forest, holding flowers like a broken Disney princess.”

You glare “Shut up.”

He crouches down, eyes narrowing “What happened?”

“Twisted my ankle.”

He clicks his tongue “Idiot.”

“Helpful.”

He sighs, runs a hand through his hair, then without asking, slides one arm under your knees and the other behind your back.

“Wait, what— Zoro, don’t—”

“Too late.” He lifts you easily.

Your arms shoot out around his neck, flowers clutched tight in your hand “Bridal style? Seriously?”

“You wanna crawl back?”

“…Carry on.”

The journey back is… rough.

Zoro gets lost. Twice. And blames you.

“I told you it was left—”

“You pointed at a tree, Zoro!”

“They all look the same!”

By the time you make it out of the trees and back toward the dock, you’re exhausted, sweating, and the pain is making your eyes glassy.

But then you finally see the ship and the crowd waiting for you.

Luffy’s eyes go wide.

Sanji drops a ladle.

Usopp gasps like a telenovela character.

“She’s injured!”

“She’s DEAD!”

“She’s not dead!” Chopper yells, running down the ramp.

Robin is already moving.

She doesn’t run but she walks fast. Eyes sharp. Voice calm but urgent.

“What happened?” she says as soon as Zoro steps on deck.

“Twisted ankle, the idiot…” he says, like he’s annoyed for you.

Chopper is already at your leg, poking and inspecting. Robin crouches beside him, her hands hovering but not touching yet. Her face is unreadable.

But her eyes… you’ve never seen her eyes like this. Worried. Soft. Scared?

You feel a lump in your throat.

“I’m sorry…” you whisper, not really sure why.

Robin finally looks at you, really looks “What for?”

You hold out the bouquet of violets, now a little wilted from the heat and being pressed between your chest and Zoro’s arm.

“I ruined the surprise,” you mumble “And I made you worry. That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

There’s a silence.

Robin’s hand moves gently to your cheek.

Her thumb brushes away a bit of dirt.

“You’re more important than a surprise” she says quietly.

You try not to cry. You fail.

It’s supposed to be your anniversary.

But instead of flowers and stolen kisses, you’re lying in bed, ankle wrapped, body aching, and heart sinking deeper by the minute.

You stare at the ceiling.

Blankly.

Silently.

The gift is wrapped on the nightstand. The bouquet’s in a cup beside it, petals still pretty but you can’t even look at them now without guilt curling in your chest.

You hear soft footsteps.

Robin appears in your doorway.

You try to smile. You fail.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice cracked “I ruined everything.”

She steps closer. Doesn’t speak yet.

“I had this whole plan,” you keep rambling, “and now I can’t even get up. I didn’t want you to have to take care of me today.”

Robin sits gently on the edge of the bed, her hand finding yours “You think I’d want anything else?”

You look away “It wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

She leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead.

Then she stands. Smooth, quiet, like she already knows something you don’t “I’ll be back soon.”

And just like that, she leaves you.

Still guilty.

Still stuck.

Still thinking about what should have been.

An hour later, you hear the door creak open again.

Robin enters with something in her hands.

And behind her Sanji. Arms full. Slightly sweating. Muttering to himself about “ungrateful romantics who don’t know how lucky they are.”

You sit up, confused, blinking.

Robin gives Sanji a small nod. He places two covered plates on your desk. She wheels the desk closer, lines it up perfectly to your bed.

Then she sets down a little folded cloth napkin.

“I asked Sanji to help me cook,” she says, as if it’s just a casual thing “Nothing complicated, but maybe it’s not what you imagined… Still romantic, isn’t it?” She smiles, tilting her head slightly “Just the two of us.”

You stare at her.

At the food. The soft candle she lit. The cloth she laid out with silverware. Two glasses of water with thin slices of lemon in them. Everything thoughtful. Everything gentle.

Your eyes sting already.

Robin settles in beside you, plate in front of her, legs crossed neatly on the side of your bed. She starts eating like this is normal. Like this is good.

And maybe… it is.

You take a bite. You laugh softly, “It’s warm.”

“Of course it is” she says, smiling.

After you finish, another knock, Sanji again.

This time he walks in with a familiar glass-covered tray.

“I, uh… thought you might want this after,” he mumbles “Even though you were busy—getting lost in the forest—injuring yourself—”

He reveals the cake with a dramatic flourish.

And you freeze.

The violet glaze. The soft pearls. The little sugared flower.

Exactly how you imagined it.

Exactly what you forgot.

Your brain can’t even catch up.

You cover your mouth and you cry.

Not loud. Not ugly.

Just quiet. Grateful. Trembling. Real.

Sanji blinks “I—I didn’t think it was that bad—”

“She’s just happy,” Robin says calmly, her eyes still on you. Like she knows every single thought in your head “And grateful.”

You nod hard, wiping your cheeks “Yes. That.”

Robin takes your hand under the table and you squeeze it.

Maybe it’s not the day you imagined.

But it’s yours.

And hers.

After the cake is eaten (well, half-eaten… Luffy tries to sneak the rest but Robin stops him with just one look), the room grows quiet again.

Robin’s still sitting close, one hand resting on your bed, her calm presence grounding you. Your cheeks are warm, your eyes still a little swollen from all the crying, but you feel lighter now. More sure. More ready.

Your heart is beating fast.

Because now comes the part you’ve been waiting and panicking for.

You reach over to your nightstand.

“I, um…” You hold out the wrapped bookmark and the little letter tucked under its ribbon “I know it’s not fancy. I messed up a lot before I got it right. But… I made this for you.”

Robin tilts her head, gently accepting the gift. Her fingers are soft, slow, unwrapping the paper like it’s something delicate. Like it matters.

She pulls out the bookmark.

The pressed violet, perfectly preserved. The slim silver chain, glinting with purple beads. Her eyes linger on the flower.

“This is the one I gave you” she says softly.

You nod “I kept it. I wanted to give it back… but not just as it was.”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment. Just looks at it, turning it in her fingers, eyes gentle.

Then she opens the letter.

You don’t breathe.

She reads it all. Word by word. No reaction on her face. Just silence. Until she looks up and meets your eyes.

And smiles.

That small, real smile. The one that reaches her eyes.

“I love it” she says.

And then, with the same care, she leans forward and kisses you. Slow. Warm. Like a promise.

After, she stands “I suppose it’s my turn now.”

You blink “Wait, you have something for me?”

“Of course.” She walks to the shelf by the door and picks up a small, thin box. It’s wrapped in dark blue paper, tied with a ribbon “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

She places it on your lap.

You unwrap it, slower now, heart racing again.

Inside: a book.

But not just any book.

Your breath catches.

The title is simple, your name.

You open it and realize what it is.

It’s a journal.

Written by her.

Memories. Notes. Moments.

The first time you made her laugh.

The time you fell asleep on her shoulder.

The flower you gave her.

The way you pout when you focus.

Pages of her handwriting, beautiful and smooth.

One page is a drawing. A pressed violet sketched in soft ink.

Another is a quote “I’ve studied many stories. But you’re my favorite one.”

You’re not even blinking anymore. You’re just staring, overwhelmed.

Robin’s voice is quiet beside you “I started writing it after our first few weeks together. I wanted to remember everything. Every small piece.”

You cover your mouth again.

“Too much?” she asks, teasing gently.

You shake your head, tears welling up all over again “No. It’s perfect.”

She smiles “Then it’s yours.”

You pull her into a hug, the book clutched to your chest.

Maybe you didn’t have the perfect day.

But she saw you, just like always, and gave you something only she could give.

Something that said: You matter. You’re loved. I remember everything.

You spent the day reading the journal together and reminding of your time together, as the sun starts to dip low, spilling golden light through the small window of your room.

The ship is quiet for once.

The others are giving you space, either because they’re thoughtful, or afraid of Robin’s Look.

The journal still rests in your lap, fingers brushing over the edge of the page where she wrote:

“You make the world feel softer.”

You look at her.

She’s beside you again, leaning back on one hand, watching the sky change color through the open door. That little smile plays on her lips, thoughtful, content.

“Robin...” you say softly.

She turns.

You reach out, fingers brushing her hand. You thread them together.

“You’re not just the best part of this day. You’re the best part of… everything.”

She laughs gently, tilting her head.

“You’ve gotten more poetic since I met you.”

You smile, cheeks warm “It’s your fault. You got me reading.”

She leans closer, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear “Maybe. But you’ve always had the words. You just didn’t know where to put them yet.”

Her hand stays on your cheek now.

And then, finally, you kiss her.

It’s slow. Soft. The kind of kiss that says everything without needing any more letters.

Her hand slides behind your neck, yours curls around her wrist. You tilt your head just slightly, and she meets you again, this time deeper. Warmer.

Like the world outside doesn’t exist.

Like your bruised ankle doesn’t matter.

Like your heart is a story and she’s reading it out loud, one word at a time.

When you part, you keep your foreheads together.

“I love you” you whisper.

Her breath brushes your lips.

“And I love you.” A pause “Very much, in fact.”

You laugh, the kind of laugh that sounds like it lives in your chest now.

Like home.

She pulls you into her again, gentle as always, until you’re curled in her arms with the journal resting safely beside you.

The sky turns purple.

The sea hums beneath the ship.

And for once, nothing else matters.

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“oh my god.” kirishima gasps, eyes wide as he looks at his best friend.

bakugou shifts, crossing his arms across his broad chest. “what?” he snaps, annoyance bleeding into his tone.

“you…you were smiling.”

bakugou rolls his eyes. “tch. i have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

kirishima looks to denki, who is also staring at bakugou in complete shock. bakugou rarely smiled—instead, his face was almost always molded to a blank look of indifference no matter where he went or who he spoke to. which is why it was so jarring for both kirishima and denki when bakugou smiled when talking about something you did recently.

both boys had yet to meet bakugou’s new neighbor across the hall from him, but were very interested in how smitten the usually angry blonde seemed to be.

“bakugou—you were smiling.” denki raises his eyebrows as he points at the blonde.

bakugou scowls. “I smile.”

kirishima and denki glance at each other quickly, before dissolving into laughter.

bakugou shoots his friends a hard glare. “you two are morons.”

“and you’re in looooove!” denki sing-songs, ducking out of the way when bakugou tries to grip the back of his shirt to hold him in place.

kirishima laughs, lips tipping up in a grin when he notices that the tips of bakugou’s ears are a bright red.

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ᥫ᭡ — you have the suspicion that bakugo is on social media more than he lets on

╰➤ gender neutral , pre-relationship

you were surprised when bakugo first followed your instagram. the notification lit up your phone late one night, and the sight made your breath hitch. you tapped the banner on your homescreen, suspicion clouding your mind: did he really mean to follow you?

the screen opens up to his instagram, and you’re greeted by a barren wasteland of a feed. the profile picture remains unset, the bio is empty, and the account follows only a handful of people — the only real semblance of it being bakugo’s account is the few photos he’d been tagged in.

disappointed, you quickly realize there isn’t much to stalk on his profile. you scroll through the hundreds of followers he, for some reason, has, and wonder why he decided to follow you out of nowhere.

you wonder if the follow was a misclick.

locking your phone and placing it down on your bed, you briefly consider the katsuki bakugo in your life. your encounters through mutual friends are always rather brief, you think, and probably don’t leave much of an impression on someone like him. calling yourself his friend might be pushing it.

you pick up your phone once more, and stare at the follow back button. it’d been a solid few minutes, and he still hadn’t taken it back.

you tap the follow back button.

bakugo never ends up unfollowing you.

his posting habits undoubtedly remain nonexistent, and the odd interaction quickly falls to the back of your mind. it stays at the back of your mind, until you receive an unexpected notification much like you had a few weeks prior:

Katsuki Bakugo liked your post.

…huh?

you question out loud, confusion rooting itself into your expression almost identically to the way it had when he first followed you. your brows remain stubbornly furrowed, and you slide open your phone with a stutter in your chest — you hadn’t posted in a good few months.

the stray notification stares right back at you. it was practically glowing on your screen, demanding your attention and selfishly taking it all in. the post he liked is from last year, and you screenshot the picture with his like on it in disbelief.

was he scrolling through your posts? the thought makes your heart tug in your chest once more, and you feel a sear of warmth touch your face. the post is cute, you think, and you take a moment to analyze it. could he have been looking at it as hard as you are?

you ruminate the small details of the post. the coordinated outfit you’d chosen that day, the background complimenting your figure poised in the middle, the easy smile adorning your face. your heart continues to pound in your chest, and you glance down at the recent likes to make sure your eyes hadn’t deceived you.

bakugo’s like was gone.

your heart drops. for a second, you wonder if you’d imagined the like being there at all. you refresh the post, and briefly scroll through the likes once more — it really was gone.

the gears begin to turn in your brain. fingers move before thoughts could properly manifest, and the screenshot you’d taken in your stupor innocently presents the truth of the matter to you.

he must’ve unliked the post.

the image of bakugo realizing his mistake comes to mind. maybe he’d felt embarrassed. maybe he felt the same stutter in his chest, the same heat to his cheeks, and the same drop of his heart at his slip up. maybe he didn’t even care at all. despite the hazy context, you laugh at the unexpected silliness.

you go to bed pondering the question his weird actions leave unanswered — why exactly was this man, seemingly akin to a ghost on social media, on your profile to begin with?

the compliments you flood ashido’s comment section with are endless. her posts are always quick to garner mass attention, but your steadfast support remains unfaltering despite the plethora of comments she receives from others. her grin is infectious, unabashed and radiating energy comparable to the sun itself. you’d been sure to leave your own comments tinged with playfulness among the masses of others.

upon returning to your main homepage, the red dot indicating a new notification catches your eye. your thumb impulsively taps on it, revealing yet another anomaly adding on to the ever growing list you’ve been mentally taken note of for the past couple of weeks.

Katsuki Bakugo liked your comment

you shake your head in bewilderment, smiling down at the simple words. for someone with close to zero social media presence, bakugo sure is on instagram way more than you first assumed. coincidentally, he’d made a name for himself on your phone as well, forging a tentative place belonging to him both digitally and mentally in your space.

it was probably another mindless accident, you laugh to yourself. who would’ve pinned bakugo as the clumsy type when using his phone?

upon closer inspection, you realized that bakugo never liked ashido’s post itself. the single like remains on your comment, and your comment alone.

that’s weird. you shrug and wonder if he has these types of blunders with anyone else.

the update to your story is strategic. a candid photo angled just right, paired with a song you’d spent far too long tweaking to find the perfect fifteen seconds to accompany your picture.

the likes and story replies from your friends come rolling in, and you find yourself giddy throughout the day. you glow in the praises, holding each reply close to your heart as you like and reply to them. intermediate vibrations of your phone make it hard not to pick it up every few moments, the same light smile gracing your face each time.

your phone lights up once more, a telltale sign of the newest story reaction. the upturn of your lips fall by a millimeter at the newest banner on your lock screen, and your content smile is replaced by the rounding of your lips in a whisper of a gasp.

Katsuki Bakugo Reacted 👍 to your story.

this one must have been intentional. your fingers clench around your phone, and you feel an inexplicable warmth course through your head. with a sudden clammy feel to your hands and a distinct tug in your chest, you put your phone face down in your lap.

how bold.

you wrack your brain, thinking back to the array of peculiar interactions his account’s had with yours so far. this one proved to be the most jarring of them all — a direct reply. entering the realm of privacy, the notification speaks almost as a silent invitation. the message acknowledged your presence head on, and you feel oddly exposed at being perceived so blatantly.

the thumbs up is rather dry, but you guess it isn’t completely out of character. the reply sits on your phone for a good while, taking the backseat in your mind as you fumble to formulate answers.

what compelled him to reply? for once, you can’t shake the feeling that something truly might be off. his account must’ve been collecting dust, shaking off the cobwebs and spiders in your notification center rather than through his own postings or interactions with others. repeated faults only make it more difficult for you to defend him — bakugo really isn’t doing himself any favors.

finally opening his message, you settle on liking his reply before sending a quick smiley face.

bakugo leaves you on read. you wonder if he enjoys messing with you in his free time.

katsuki bakugo is lost.

settling into bed, katsuki’s thumb moves on its own as if accustomed to the nightly routine he unconsciously developed. he skips over the dumb reels on his explore page, the recent posts made by his friends he had little interest in viewing, and the five people who’ve been waiting on a text back from him for the past two months. instead, he heads straight for the search bar.

your username is already pre populated just below the search, and katsuki clicks it without a second thought. a fluttering feeling rises in his chest — one that he’d become well acquainted with over the past few months.

selfishly, katsuki finds himself growing greedier by the day. he’d become a frequent visitor of your instagram page before he knew it, pushing down the inexplicable pounding of his heart and rising heat to his cheeks at the way you never seemed to leave his mind.

cute. he studies the dips and curves of your face, committing each detail of the photo to memory. katsuki’s breath catches in his throat, and his eyes greedily take in your smile. his heart aches, jealous of his own eyes in their beholding of your beauty. yearning, he laments being restricted to the screen rather than having you right in front of him.

katsuki opens the comments, bracing himself for what he’d be forcing himself to bare witness to.

BEAUTIFUL

love u

ugh 😍😍😍

#needthat

the sun kissed you before i got to 😫😫

the realization that no amount of bracing could have properly prepared him comes quick.

the fuck? katsuki sneers at his phone. as if any of those fuckers would ever get the chance to kiss you.

the abundant comments and likes under your post give way to a bubbling feeling of discontent. katsuki’s fingers itch all of a sudden, palms and fingertips clamming up in sweat at the unsettling pit forming in his stomach. it was as if his whole body were set aflame, warmth coursing through every fiber of his being. you seemed to have that kind of effect on him, he’d begrudgingly noticed, but this warmth was like no other he’d felt whilst consumed by persistent thoughts of you.

this warmth, with it’s complimentary stomach pit and tension in his head, was a bother. he continues to scroll, mind clouding in the nasty heat he struggled to put a name to.

katsuki’s phone is haphazardly dropped onto his pillow. his groan is loud, pained in deep rooted frustration. with all these people showering you in praises both flowery and vulgar, he thinks he might combust on the spot.

every comment seemed to be burned into his mind, clogging up his stream of thought just as they’d be clogging up your phone. all those losers got to say it all so easily — meanwhile, katsuki could barely muster up a thumbs up emoji without feeling his heart sieze and blood rush up to his cheeks. his jaw clenches, irritation creasing his brow and lips taking on a bitter twist.

katsuki grabs his phone once more. he’d been driving himself crazy — you’d been driving him crazy. he thinks of you, sweet and pretty and exactly the person he’d yearn to call his.

fuck this.

rays of light accompany your alarm that morning, soft and golden as it nudges you awake. the alarm blares at your side, and you feel for your phone on the surface next to you. blinking away the lasting remnants of your sleep, your fingers move to silence the sound. glazing over the screen, your bleary eyes are forced to pause. a new notification captures your attention. you rub your eyes once, and then again, squinting to make sure you’re seeing it right. your breath hitches.

another notification from bakugo’s account. your heart flips in your chest, warmth rivaling the tender sunlight filtering through the curtains. this time, bakugo graces you with a direct message. an intentional message.

You free this weekend?

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