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[ioveaether]

NEW ROMANTICS | social media au

shoyo hinata x male!reader

1. first meeting

As you read the final message from Aoi, you put your phone away and continued your walk to the field. You were calmly walking, no one else around the campus since it was a little too early for classes to start.

All of a sudden though, someone bumped into your back. As you turned around all you saw was an orange haired boy, sitting on the ground and rubbing his side from the sudden hit. "Hey, you okay?" You asked, extending your hand towards him, so you can help him up.

The orange haired boy groaned slightly, before his eyes locked on your hand. He took a hold of it, as you helped him up. "Ah, yeah, no! I'm fine, thank you-" He said, before his words died in his throat. As he locked his eyes on your face, he practically couldn't look away. You were very... handsome. Like an angel. He was basically mesmerized by your sweet smile and soft eyes.

"As much as i want to have a staring contest with you, i'm in a bit of a rush right now." You said, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. Shit, he was staring!

"A-ah, yeah! I-i'm sorry!" He rambled out. He then looked down at your hands, they were still intertwined. He immediately pulled away, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"I'll see you around!" You gave him a soft smile, before you started jogging towards the field, already running even more late for your practice.

- [name] is a big danganronpa and assassination classroom fan.

- aoi is the only close friend [name] has from his football team. they're also in the same class.

- usually hinata is the one to wake up before kageyama, so he always wakes him up when they have volleyball practice. but whenever hinata oversleeps, it's really hard for kageyama to wake him up since he sleeps like a rock.

- tanaka was actually the one to come up with kiyoko's twt acc name.

author's note omfg i finally decided to post 1st chap.... im sorry for making yall wait literal MONTHS 💀 i'll try to be frequent with the chaps sobs

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[ioveaether]

𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴

༶ pairing; tachihara x mafia!reader

༶ contains; angst to fluff, mentions of guns, crying, kissing, possibly ooc tachihara at the end

༶ word count; 2.2k

༶ a/n; the dialogues in red are taken from the original dangerously yours, be sure to check it out as well!! this is my biggest big brain moment, enjoy

Silence.

You stand in the quiet alley, alone. The secret message from the one you once held dear in your heart asked you to meet him here. Still you feel uncertain if that was the right thing to do, considering everything that happened and shook your world.

Betrayal.

That was the most accurate way to describe what you're feeling right now. A feeling you would never even dream he would flood your heart with. Not when he was the whole reason you believed in love in the first place.

Empty.

Exactly how you imagine your life from now on. Empty. Nothing to bring a smile to your face. No one to hold you when you need it the most. Nothing to convince you that maybe there's light in this life hidden in the shadows.

"You came"

His voice unintentionally forces your body to face him. You barely recognize the man staring at you across the dark lane. His casual clothes now replaced by a formal uniform with a long cape hanging over his shoulders and most of his beautiful hair covered by a military cap. His eyes are no longer filled with excitement like they do every time they meet yours. Now they are dull with sadness. Yet, he seems relieved to find you here waiting for him.

"I'm so glad you-"

You cut him off by pulling your gun, pointing it directly at him. You notice the way his eyes widen at your reaction. He has met a lot of people in his life that threatened to kill him, he could almost say he's gotten used to it. But he could never imagine a scenario where you would be the one pointing a deadly weapon at him like this.

Neither did you.

"This is a gun in my hand, Michizou" you stand still, not moving a muscle while you talk "I'd advise you to be careful what you say"

Tachihara exhales deeply, letting his shoulders relax. His gaze falls to the ground for a moment, trying to recollect his thoughts. He knows the time is limited and not enough to explain in detail all the things he so desperately wanted to share with you all this time.

His amber orbs meet your cold ones. He takes slow steps towards you, lifting his hands just enough to sign you to calm down "Please my love, there's no need for this to happen" You remain still, "Don't call me that. Don't you dare to call me that again" your fingers disable the safety in your pistol "Choose your next words wisely, this is your last warning"

Tachihara gives you a sad smile, softening his facial features. He loathes you looking at him with those eyes, ready to take his life at any second. If it wasn't for you, he'd already be on his knees, crying his heart out. But he can't. He must keep it all inside, as he did all those years. Now it's you the one who's hurt and in need of comfort. His feelings come second to yours.

"You mean you actually going to kill me?" his tone is calm as he steadily approaches you.

"I mean just that" the aura surrounding you is cold.

"Well, go ahead" he takes his final step, standing in front of you with the tip of your weapon burried in his chest.

Now it's your turn to be at loss of words. Your frozen expression finally breaks. A sting of melancholy and confusion is now taking over your features at his antics. Your shooter twitches in your palm, but Tachihara refuses to focus his attention anywhere else but your face.

"You don't think I'll do it! That's why you're so brave..." your glance falls to the gun, "You wouldn't be so brave otherwise.. You're a coward at heart!" your voice cracks, "I knew you were hiding something.. I knew you carried a burden in your back and I tried so hard to let you know that you don't have to go through this alone!" Tachihara remains quiet, waiting patiently for you to let it all out "But like a coward you never truly trusted me with your life like you told me!" you scream with all the strength you have left.

You keep your head low, unable to look at that stranger's eyes any longer. Because that's what this person is to you now. A stranger. Eveything you've come to love about him is now gone. The moment the boss revealed Tachihara's true identity to you, you felt like you're awakening from a dream. Like all the memories you had with him were part of a good night's sleep and now you woke up to a reality that seems like a nightmare.

"You lied to me.." your hand gives out, letting your weapon to fall on the ground, "You deceived me.." your vision becomes blurry and your kness feel weak, "You made me fall for a person that doesn't exist.." your voice is heavy with emotion and sobs slowly rise in your throat "You ruined my life for your stupid mission!" at last, you fall on your knees, letting your tears to roll down your face.

It brought a pang to his heart seeing you like this. Broken. All because of him. He hesitates at first, unsure if it's wise to hold you at this moment. But his heart knows best. He kneels in front of you, holding your trembling hands into his own, "You can't imagine how sorry I feel for what I've done to you" too drained to snatch your hands away, you just keep crying, facing the floor "Yes, I lied about who I was and you have every right to hate me for it" he places your hand right above his heart, gently pulling your face up to look into your shinning teary eyes "But I swear on my life, I never once lied about my feelings. I never once told you how much I love you without meaning it"

Part of you wants to pick up the gun and empty the clip all over him. To make him pay for all the lies he filled your head with. To make him pay for all the pain he brought you. But the dominant part of yourself, wants nothing more than to fall into his arms one last time.

And so you do.

You let your body fall into his and Tachihara is quick to hold you close in his embrace. You soak his uniform with your eye's waterfalls, buried into his chest. Your nails dig in his back, grabbing onto the fabric for dear life. His arms grip your form tightly, as if he'll never get the chance to do it again. With his face burried in your hair, he can't help but let his tears finally fall.

You stay like this for a while. The once quiet alley is now filled with sobs and whimpers. In your head, the loud voice of reasoning is yelling for you to escape this prison that is his comforting body you used to call home. But you silenced this voice the very moment you decided to meet him tonight.

A couple of minutes pass until you've both settled down. Tachihara gently caresses your head, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair. You slowly lean back, moving your hands onto his chest. He takes a look at you. Face red and scrunched up, nose running, eyes puffed. He softly moves your hair out of your sweaty figure.

God, you look so beautiful even when you cry.

You lean into his touch with your eyes closed. He places a kiss on your forehead, savouring the moment for as long as he possibly can. "I'm sorry" his voice is raspy for all the crying "I'm really sorry" he places his hands on your cheeks looking deep into your bloodshot eyes "I'm really sorry my love"

Your body moves on its own. Your lips collide when you pull him closer by the fabric of his shirt. His hands immediately get tangled in your hair. The kiss is messy, saliva running down your chins, noses bumping, teeth grinding against each other. Your lips are salty, but taste just as sweet as all these times he kissed you on the daily all this time.

Words are not enough to describe your feelings. Not enough for Tachihara to share his thoughts and explanations with you. So you let your bodies do the talking. In the unique way that only they know.

You pull away breathless at the same time, panting hard. You feel lightheaded from all this tention. All the screaming, the crying and now kissing. You lean your head on his shoulder and mere seconds later, he rests his own on top of yours. Your fingers interlock together perfectly, like they are made for each other. He kisses the back of your hand, keeping it close to his heart.

"Stay"

Your voice is ever so soft, low almost like a whisper. You beg of him to stay with you, knowing that the possibilities of your wish coming true are slim to none "Please my angel, ask me anything but this" you look up, noticing gloom overtaking his features "You know I can't" he looks down, avoiding your large sad eyes "But you promised" your free hand aggressively pulls his chin your way, forcing him to face you "Are you going to break your promise after telling me you love me? Are you going to betray me again?"

"If I betray you.." he places his other hand on top of your connected limps "I betray myself" he continues, as his expression softens the more he looks at you "If I betray the Hunting Dogs.." his eyes fall your hands, softly stoking circles at the back of your palm "I betray my country.. My country is very dear to me.."

"Dearer than I?" your words escape your lips before you even process what you just said

"No.." his hand finds its place on your face once again "No, not dearer than you.."

"Then stay.." you desperately grab onto him, like he's about to leave you alone in an empty space, with only company your mixed thoughts and feelings, "Please don't leave me again.. What can I do to make you stay?.." your voice cracks as you feel another pool of tears forming in your eyes.

Tachihara takes a deep breath. He carefully places his arms around you to lift you up "I'm sorry" he looks down, face clouded in disappointment after apologizing for what feels like the 100th time. But there's truly nothing else he can do right now and it kills him. He places you on your feet to stand, but your hands stay gripped onto him, refusing to let him go.

"Can you promise me something instead, angel?" you look up to him as the last glimpse of hope ignites in your eyes "I want you to promise me, you'll stay safe" you feel that little hope slowly drowning at his words. He takes notice and gives you a warm smile, the smile you missed so much "Stay safe and once this is over.." he holds your face into his warm hands with eyes filled with so much love. Love that you implanted in his heart the day you met him.

"We'll run away together"

Your face lights up. Suddenly, the gloomy world around you is filled with colors again. You feel your shattered heart picking up its pieces and beating once more.

But you're quick to melt down your excitement, listening to that loud voice in your head for the first time today "Don't" you mumble as you put your hands on top of his "Don't fill me with hopes and promises just to break them and tear me apart again" you close your eyes and shake your head in denial.

"Now it's different" his voice rings heavily in your ear, hopelessly fighting your own in your head "I have nothing to hide from you anymore, you have nothing to be afraid of, don't you see it?" he lets a nervous laugh escape, before kneeling in front of you, yet another time.

"I love you" he breaths out "And I believe you love me" he holds your hand into his "You may as well take my heart y/n, it's already full of you!" he pecks your hand without taking his eyes away from yours "You walked into it the day we met.."

He stands up only to wipe the single tear you didn't even realize that fell down your eye "It's true, I can't promise to stay with you at the present" he caresses tenderly your soft cheeks "So let me promise to spend the rest of my life with you in the future"

At last, a genuine smile takes over your lips, making Tachihara's heart flatter, just like the first time you caught him staring at you in a meeting at the port mafia "No more secrets?" he giggles at your question out of relief. He doubts if his heart could take seeing you broken like that any longer. He leans into your face, softly brushing his lips against yours for one last time

"No more secrets."

[ioveaether]

Boy Crush

cw: reki kyan x m!reader; reki and reader are childhood friends; basically reki realizing his feelings for you; this is set in ep 6 (when they're at that vacation yk??); reki coming out to joe???

Reki has always wanted to experience teenage love. You know, like those cliche teenage shows, where the main character catches feelings for their best friend and they live happily ever after. Or where the calm and smart girl falls in love with the reckless and stupid boy from her class. He wanted to experience something like that.

But yet, everytime a girl confessed to him, he would find himself rejecting the poor girl with a sad smile.

Now, he wouldn't call himself ‘popular with the ladies’. But there were times where at least one girl in the max of 2 months would confess her love to him.

“You want to date someone, yet you always reject those poor girls.” You would say with a playful tone in your voice, as you play with Reki's little twin sisters.

Reki would only scoff in return, laying his body down on the bed with his hands resting behind his head. “It's not that easy. I first want to get to know the person more.”

He would always use that as an excuse. But deep down he knew the cause of his rejections was different. He just couldn't pinpoint it out.

Until that vacation.

It was just a normal vacation to the beach with the skate gang. To relax and have fun after all the stressful days full of work and school.

He didn't know what caused these… feelings.

Was it when he saw you without a shirt and only in those swim boxers? With your wet hair?

That can't be the cause… He has seen you like that so many times. You two grew up together after all!

Then why?!

Why all of a sudden he was feeling all tingly and hot whenever you smiled at him?!

You're a guy. He's a guy.

“Reki, you're gonna get a sunburn.” You scolded the redhead lightly, as you pulled him back down on the towel, sitting him in front of you.

Squirting some sunscreen on your hand, you slowly applied it on Reki's warm back, making the boy in front of you jump at the sudden coldness against his skin.

“Do i need to look after you like a little kid?”

“No…” Reki mumbled in return, his lips forming in a small pout.

He could feel your hands against his back. So gentle with your movements. As if you press any harder, he would break like a delicate glass. Were you always this gentle? Reki can't recall.

“Turn around.” You instructed, and Reki listened without any argument.

Now facing you, he noticed the slight proximity between you two. He doesn't know why, but it made his heart speed up a little. Why? You two have been this close and before. Heck, you guys have even shared a bed before. Why was he feeling so nervous around you all of a sudden?

“You good?” You asked in a low tone, your hands gently sliding up and down his arms, before reaching his face.

“H-huh?” Reki stammered in response, as he could feel your thumbs smearing the sunscreen over his cheeks and nose.

“You're awfully quiet. Wassup?”

God, he felt weak. You weren't even doing any kind of cute expressions. But just you looking at him with those mesmerizing eyes of yours was making him go through all kinds of emotions.

“It's- nothing! Just thinking about some board designs that i have to make when we get back.” He said with a forced smile, while ignoring his speeding heart and the heat covering his face. Maybe he really stayed under the sun too much.

“C'mon, Rekiii~ We're on vacation! Stop thinking about work.” You whined in return, while softly shaking his shoulders, making the redhead laugh in return.

Maybe he was just going crazy. Maybe it was because of all those rom-com movies that he watches with his sister, where the two childhood friends fall in love together at the end. He should stop watching these. They're not even that interesting…

But in those movies, the childhood friends are always a girl and boy. You and him are two boys.

Throughout his whole life, he thought he was straight. Just a boy who loves girls.

And now…

“Do you have anything else to talk about?” Joe asked, noticing the teenager’s depressed look on his face. “I feel like there's something more than just asking me about my trick.” He added with a smug smile.

Reki bit his lip, nervous to speak about this… other topic. Heart speeding up again and palms getting sweaty. Should he? It's not everyday to ask a trusted adult about such stuff. Maybe he'll understand… Maybe.

“So like…” The redhead started nervously, catching the adult's attention once again. “What do you think about… same gender couples?” He muttered out the last part, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. This was so awkward…

“Hmm, they're fine. Like any other couple.” Joe responded with the same playful tone in his voice.

Now facing Joe, Reki was quite lost in his train of thoughts. His whole life he has seen how people mock others who are open about their different sexual orientation. They either throw offensive comments, or straight up bully them. It wasn't a nice view, but he never really knew how to stand up against the bullies to defend the innocent. It wasn't something that he was very familiar with.

“Don't you think it's weird?” Reki blurted out, making Joe look at him, curiosity forming on his smug face.

“Do you think it's weird?” Joe asked back, making Reki freeze in place, his words dying in his throat.

Does he think it's weird? He never really has thought about it before. It's not that he gets disgusted by queer people or anything. In fact, he can't even think of a moment where he felt ‘icky’ about them. He always accepted them as normal human beings.

“I don't… think so?” Reki mumbled in response, while rubbing the back of his head.

“Then why are you so stressed about it?” Joe playfully asked once again, trying to lighten up the mood somehow. “Did you perhaps catch yourself crushing on a boy?”

Crushing. Was that it? Was that what he felt for you all those years?

Absurd. You were his best friend. The person who has been next to him through the best and worst parts of his life. Skating with him even after all the fatal incidents that have happened. You two had an unbreakable bond.

But he just can't shake that tingly feeling whenever he sees you smiling and waving at him. Letting him talk about his favorite stuff, fix your board and praise him for it. He felt like a little puppy getting treats for doing a simple trick.

“I don't know…” The teenager finally spoke, as he brought his knees up to his chest, burying his chin in them. “It's so weird, because now that i think about it, i've always felt like that for him. But just now i'm realizing what exactly that feeling is.”

“It's normal to feel anxious while you're still figuring out your feelings. Especially if they're about someone close to you.” The adult spoke in a comforting tone, as Reki felt his hand petting him on the head. “Just take your time. No pressure needed.”

Maybe he was overthinking it too much.

Maybe it was just the hormones talking.

But he cannot deny the fact that you were probably the first guy ever to make him question his sexuality.

He won't admit it now. But deep inside, he knew that what he was feeling for you, was more than just a platonic crush.

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[ioveaether]

might as well just change my user to iovereki bro.

[ioveaether]

CAN YALL HEAR ME SCREAMINGGGHWGWKDBD

[ioveaether]

Die With a Smile

Pairing: Reader x Yuji Itadori

Synopsis: You and Yuji dance to Die With a Smile at Nanami's wedding and it gets a little emotional

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, intense love? (Idk what to put)

WC: 1.4K

A/N: I was listening to this song earlier and I couldn't help but feel like this song is perfect for him. I may or may not have teared up writing this. Highly suggest listening to the song as you read.

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The reception hall glows with a warm golden light, laughter and the clinking of glasses melting into the soft hum of music. It’s the kind of night that feels timeless—where love lingers in the air, thick and tangible. Nanami and his bride move in perfect harmony on the dance floor, his usually serious expression softened by something tender, something rare.

And then there’s Yuji.

Yuji, who never stops smiling, even after all these years. Yuji, who has pulled you from the jaws of death more times than you can count. Yuji, who stands now with his hand outstretched, his eyes locked on yours with a silent plea.

“Dance with me.”

You don’t hesitate. Your hand slides into his- warm and familiar, the callouses of his palm pressing against yours. He guides you to the dance floor, the sound of your footsteps blending into the fading notes of the last song.

And then—

The opening chords of Die With a Smile fill the room.

Your breath catches.

Yuji freezes for a second, his fingers twitching where they rest against your waist. He knows this song. Knows what it means. And from the way his grip tightens, so do you.

"I just woke up from a dream Where you and I had to say goodbye..."

His arms encircle you fully now, one hand firm at your lower back, the other clasping yours. The space between you disappears, leaving only warmth, only him. The first slow steps of the dance begin, your bodies moving together like you were always meant to.

"And I don’t know what it all means, But since I survived, I realized..."

You close your eyes for a moment, exhaling against his shoulder. How many times had you wondered if one of you wouldn’t make it back? How many times had you woken up from nightmares that felt too real, only to turn over and find him still there, still breathing?

"Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll follow..."

Yuji pulls back just enough to look at you, his thumb brushing small, absentminded circles against your spine. His face is open, raw in a way that makes your chest ache. You’ve seen him fight with everything he has. You’ve seen him break. And yet, this—this moment of quiet, this love—feels even more powerful.

"Nobody’s promised tomorrow..."

His hand rises, fingertips tracing the curve of your jaw, then tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. A barely-there touch, yet it sets your skin alight. He sways you in slow circles, his gaze never leaving yours, his expression unreadable.

"So I’ma love you every night like it’s the last night..

Like it’s the last night”

You feel the weight of those words settle between you.

You let your hands slide up from his shoulders, over the curve of his neck, fingers threading into his hair at the nape. You feel the way he shivers, the way his breath hitches when your nails graze lightly against his scalp.

"If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you.."

Yuji exhales shakily, pulling you impossibly closer, his forehead resting against yours. Your noses brush, your breaths mingling. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and his grip mirrors yours at your waist.

"If the party was over, And our time on Earth was through..."

You can feel his heart pounding, rapid and insistent, matching your own. It’s always like this with him—this desperate, all-consuming love that neither of you can hold back. A love forged in battle, strengthened by survival, unbreakable even in the face of death.

"I’d wanna hold you just for a while..."

Then, suddenly—he grins. That grin, the one that turns him from a battle-hardened sorcerer back into the boy who can find joy even after everything.

And before you can ask what he’s thinking—

Yuji picks you up.

You gasp, laughter bursting from your lips as he spins you effortlessly, arms locked around your waist, the world tilting in a blur of golden light.

"Yuji!" You squeal, breathless, gripping his shoulders, laughing harder when he only grins wider.

"and die with a smile"

He spins you once, twice, before slowing, lowering you back onto your feet so gently it’s as if the world is waiting for you to find your balance again.

His hands don’t leave you, though. They slide back into place—one at your waist, the other threading through your fingers, holding onto you like you might slip away if he lets go.

"If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you..."

Your heart pounds, but it isn’t just from the spin. It’s from him, from the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s still caught in the moment of holding you, like he’s memorizing the feel of you in his arms.

"Ooh, lost, lost in the words that we scream, I don’t even wanna do this anymore..."

You know what the lyrics mean. You know what they remind him of. The times you fought so hard you weren’t sure if you wanted to anymore. The times the burden of being sorcerers felt like a curse instead of a calling.

He pulls you in, his lips brushing your temple, lingering.

"’Cause you already know what you mean to me, And our love’s the only one worth fighting for..."

His fingers intertwine with yours again. The scar on your palm—one you earned together, from a mission that almost went horribly wrong—presses against his. A silent promise.

"Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll follow..."

Yuji exhales, a breathy, barely-there chuckle against your skin. “Guess this song’s kinda fitting, huh?”

Your throat tightens. You nod. “Yeah.”

"Nobody’s promised tomorrow..."

His eyes search yours, and something in them cracks wide open. He lifts your joined hands, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

Another spin, slower this time. He dips you slightly, then pulls you back up so your faces are inches apart. His breath mingles with yours. Your hands rest against his chest, feeling the steady drum of his heart.

You don’t know if you’re dancing anymore or just holding each other. The world outside this moment feels unimportant.

“I’d wanna hold you just for a while...

And die with a smile…"

His grip tightens ever so slightly, a silent confession. He still isn’t moving, still holding you in this charged space where everything feels too much. But you see it in his eyes—the need, the love, the quiet desperation of a man who has lost too much but refuses to lose you.

“Right next to you..”

The music swells, and he spins you again, twirling you away just to bring you back. His hands slide down your arms, lingering at your wrists before lifting them slightly, guiding you in another step, another turn. Your body moves on instinct, molded to him, trusting him with every movement, every breath.

The song is reaching it’s climax as the last chorus rings out

“If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you..”

He dips you, slow, intentional. His grip is strong, unyielding, like he’ll never let you go.

Your breath stills. His gaze is molten honey, thick with everything he can’t say, everything he feels.

"If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you..."

You feel that last line like a shock through your entire body and as the music fades out, you answer him by closing the distance fully- pressing your mouth to his in a kiss that says everything words never could.

He exhales against you, relief melting into something deeper, something infinite. His hand cradles the back of your head, tilting you slightly to fit against him even better, as if that were possible.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and he laughs, breathless and light, like he can’t believe what just happened. “Wow,” he murmurs.

You can’t help but smile, your thumb tracing the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. Wow.”

The next song starts playing, and the rest of the world seeps back in—chatter, laughter, the sounds of a celebration. But none of it touches the moment still hanging between you.

Yuji squeezes your waist. “So… another dance?”

You grin, tilting your head. “Only if you keep kissing me like that.”

His eyes sparkle. “Deal.”

And as he twirls you into another slow step, you know—

You’d dance with him forever.

[ioveaether]

All Too Well - Natsuya Kirishima x Reader

HEYYYYYY I’M BACK. (yes i’m aware I said the exact same thing in March and then didn’t come back but hey I’m here now) Y’all we are so close to 1K followers and I fucking love you all so much!!! IF THIS IS BAD IM SORRY IT’S LIKE 3AM

Having said that here is some Natsuya angst!!! I based this off one of my favorite songs ‘All Too Well’ by Taylor Swift so please enjoy!

LEAVE A NOTE AND PLEASE COMMENT OR REBLOG IF YOU ENJOY IT <33

word count: 1,761

MASTERLIST 

The sky was dark as the rain poured, hitting your window with a soft pattering sound that soothed your aching heart only slightly, the weather seemed to be reflecting how you felt in that moment, after everything had fallen apart once again.

You remembered how you felt when everything about the entire situation you keep finding yourself stuck in was new, how you felt the first time he’d introduced you to his little brother, how silly you felt when you’d left your favorite scarf at his little brothers apartment, how he’d laughed and told you he’d get it back for you, how even after saying that you never did get it back and how whenever you were with him something about him always felt like home somehow.

Recalling how before all of the drama, the way he acted and all of his sweet little quirks, you remembered how mesmerizing they were to you. How at the best of times you couldn’t take your eyes off of his bright and happy face and how you never even had a care in the world so long as he was with you.

Thinking about those times now though, as the rain seemed to grow heavier, you couldn’t seem to remember why he was so bad for you despite the fact that you’d just re-lived the worst pain of your life and it was a pain that was once again caused by him.

But still, your mind was clouded over with the memories, only the good times showing in your head.

Music blared through the old car’s radio as it sped down the motorway, the road was devoid of any cars except your own and the only other thing on the dark tarmac were the leaves that had been continuously falling from the trees at the side of the road all autumn, the bright colors added beauty to the usually grim looking road.

“Oh I love this song! Babe turn it up” You exclaimed from the driver’s seat as your boyfriend chuckled at your excitement and turned up the radio as you requested, his eyes gazing at you lovingly as you screamed along with the music, your happy face captivating him like it somehow always managed to, and he couldn’t help how he leaned across from the passenger seat to kiss you softly on the cheek, his brown hair tickling you as he pulled away, still gazing at you.

“What was that for?” You’d asked, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“You looked cute, I couldn’t resist.” He responded, his beautiful amber eyes closing and his mouth stretching into a smile.

You could see it so vividly, even after all the time had passed and all the magic died away, you could still feel the soft touch of his lips against your cheek, the feeling haunting you as it always did whenever that particular memory crossed your mind.

What hit you hardest though, were the memories that were still fresh, the ones that were going to be different, these were the ones you thought wouldn’t be tainted by a heartbreaking ending, but just like the rest, they had been. It hurt, remembering the look of happiness and hope on his face when he had seen you that day, back in his hometown of Iwatobi, after such a long time he still thought you were the most incredible person in the world, even with the wind blowing your hair in all directions and the cold air making the tip of your nose appear red, he’d given you that look and you gave one of your own right back, both of you silently wishing that this time it’d work out.

But again your mind threw you back, back to when he’d introduced you to his mother. The woman who had welcomed you into her home with such open arms, the woman who as soon as she got the opportunity whipped out your boyfriend’s baby pictures.

“Awh look at little baby Natsuya in his little glasses!” You teased him, giggling as his cheeks turned red and he moved to shut the photo album, “Alright that’s enough of that for one night.” He’d laughed out, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, he kissed your head as you pouted at him. His mother watched you both with a soft smile before she spoke up. “You know, before you Natsuya never even had a girlfriend.” To which you laughed and snuggled closer to him, “Yeah, I know…”

You remember how he said that you’d be his last girlfriend too, how he told his mother that he had it all figured out with you, how later that night he’d laid out every detail of his life to you thinking wholeheartedly that you’d be with him for the rest of it, and you wished he’d have been right.

You had known that those times were long gone and that when the story of you and Natsuya came to an end there was nothing else you could have possibly done to stop it.

When you ended you forced yourself to forget about him and now, here you were sat alone, rain still pouring and wishing you hadn’t forgotten exactly why you needed to forget him in the first place.

Natsuya watched you from his side of the bed with a wide smile, amber eyes scanning your blushing face. You looked back at him, quickly kissing him before getting out of the warm bed.

“Where you going?” He whined as he watched you throw on one of his t-shirts, the fabric fitting you like a dress. “To get some water, you want anything?” You asked him as you walked toward his kitchen, when he didn’t answer you figured he didn’t want anything.

Opening the fridge to get a bottle of water, you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist and lips on your neck, you laughed as you turned around to come face to face with the boy you’d loved and lost and then loved again.

“You really couldn’t wait two minutes huh?” You questioned with a smile, your arms wrapping around his neck and the water in the open fridge being forgotten.

“I missed you.” He told you sincerely, making your heart flutter as he began to sway with you, humming your song from way back when. 

When you thought back to the way you both danced, the bulb of the refrigerator being the only light in the kitchen that night, you wondered how everything had gone so wrong yet again.

“What do you mean, ‘it just isn’t the right time’ Natsuya? I thought we got past this?!” You’d yelled out at him, as you felt like you were having deja Vu.

You wondered if maybe you weren’t understanding him right, that maybe you were both just getting lost in translation, but his next words proved to you that that wasn’t the case.

“I’m just not ready to settle yet okay?” He told you, pulling his hand through his hair.

“Nobody is asking you to fucking settle, you said you wanted to travel so you could race I really don’t see where I’m the problem with that plan, Natsu!” His jaw clenched as your voice gradually got louder with the more upset you became.

“I just don’t want to think about having you here waiting for me every place I go, alright? I want my freedom." 

All you could do was let out a dry and humorless laugh, you really were having a deja Vu, because that was exactly what he told you the first time he broke your heart. "I want my freedom”

Nodding you stormed toward the door of his apartment, “Guess even after all this time, being enough for you is still too much to ask. Have your freedom, Natsuya, but don’t you even think of calling me up just so you can break me again the next time your in town and that 'freedom’ turns into loneliness.” You told him, your voice cracking as you left through his front door. You practically ran from his apartment building, you remembered it so clearly the way your chest heaved and the tears fell down your face.

The thing you wished you hadn’t forgotten about him was his ability to be so cruel even if it was in the sake of being honest, you’d hoped that had changed but it never had.

Shaking your head and wiping your eyes you continued to stare out the window at the pouring rain. It felt like you’d been sitting in that position for hours, like time had barely passed and you couldn’t get away from it, like there was nothing you could do to make it go faster.

This wasn’t like you, but after all this, you weren’t sure what was like you anymore.

Little did you know that Natsuya was having the same inner turmoil as you were, he was all the way across the city yet all he was thinking about were the nights that you spent together, the days that you both wasted away, the ones where you’d laze around all day wearing one of his old flannel shirts and he’d admire you simply for being you, now that he thinks about it those weren’t the days wasted, but are the ones like today, where all he could think about was how stupid he was for letting what was most likely the love of his life slip through his fingers once again after you’d even given him a second chance.

He sat by his window, the scarf that you’d left in his little brothers apartment years ago held tightly in his grip. If he really meant what he said to you about freedom, he knew that by now, he would’ve thrown it away, but he hadn’t and he knew that he wouldn’t.

Because there he was again, imagining you, remembering how you’d wrapped that very scarf around you in the winter, how he’d grab it by the ends and use it to pull you into a loving kiss. Remembering when you loved him so so much, back before he’d fucked up the one real thing he’d ever known.

He loved you and he thought he’d be different this time, from the moment he saw you again with the wind in your hair, to the way you both danced around his kitchen in the middle of the night.

But the most vivid thing in his mind was the look on your face when you walked away.

He remembered it, all too well.

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Kick, Push, Fall (in Love)

Reki Kyan x GN!Reader

Word count: 888

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If there was one thing I knew about myself, it was this—I was not the kind of person who skateboarded.

I liked safe things. Books. Cafés. Long walks where my feet stayed firmly on the ground. But somehow, I found myself standing at the edge of a skatepark in Okinawa, gripping a skateboard that wasn’t even mine, my stomach twisted in knots.

This wasn’t my idea. My best friend, Hana, had convinced me to come.

“You’re in Okinawa for college now, Y/N,” she’d said. “You need to live a little. Try something new!”

Trying something new, apparently, meant standing in the middle of a crowded skatepark, watching in awe (and horror) as skaters soared off ramps, flipped their boards mid-air, and landed effortlessly.

And that’s when I saw him.

He was impossible to miss. Red, spikey hair that suited him well, sun-kissed skin, and an effortless confidence that made it look like he belonged here. He skated like the board was an extension of his body, weaving through the park with smooth precision.

I barely had time to look away before he noticed me. His gaze locked onto mine, and to my complete embarrassment, he smirked.

Oh no.

I quickly turned, but before I could escape, a voice came from behind me.

“You gonna stand there all day, or are you actually gonna skate?”

I froze. Slowly, I turned back around.

It was him.

“Um,” I said intelligently.

He grinned, tilting his head as he looked at the board in my hands. “That yours?”

“No,” I admitted. “It’s my roommate’s. I don’t actually… skate.”

The corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding back a laugh. “Then why are you here?”

Good question.

“I’m just… trying something new,” I said, shifting uncomfortably.

Something about his gaze made my stomach flip. He studied me for a second before stepping onto his own skateboard with practiced ease.

“Well,” he said, rolling past me in a slow circle, “you’re in the perfect place to start.”

I scoffed. “I don’t think so.”

“You scared?”

I frowned. “No,” I lied.

His smirk deepened. “Then prove it.”

Before I could protest, he gestured to the board in my hands. “Step on.”

Everything in me screamed no. But something about the way he looked at me, like he was daring me to try, made me hesitate.

And against my better judgment, I stepped on the board.

And immediately fell.

The impact wasn’t as bad as I expected—just a sharp jolt and a bruised ego.

Before I could scramble up, a hand appeared in my vision.

I looked up. He was standing over me, holding back laughter. “Not bad,” he teased. “You fell in record time.”

I glared. “Glad I could entertain you.”

He chuckled and pulled me up with surprising ease. “I’m Reki, by the way.”

Y/N. That was what I meant to say. But the moment I opened my mouth, my foot slipped again, and I fell backward—right into him.

His hands caught my arms instinctively, steadying me before I could hit the ground. My breath hitched. We were close. Too close.

His fingers lingered for half a second before he stepped back, still grinning. “Maybe we should start with the basics.”

I swallowed, trying to ignore the heat in my face. “Like what?”

“Like how not to fall.”

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Over the next few weeks, I kept showing up.

I didn’t know why. Maybe it was because, despite the falls, I liked the challenge. Maybe it was because, for the first time in a long time, I was trying something that scared me.

Or maybe it was because of Reki.

He was patient. Annoyingly so. Every time I messed up, he’d flash that stupid grin and say, “Again.” And every time I landed something—even if it was just balancing for a few seconds—he’d nod like I’d done something amazing.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I finally managed to push off and roll without falling. It was clumsy, but I stayed upright.

“Not bad, Y/N/N.” Reki said, skating up beside me.

I exhaled, trying not to let the nickname affect me. “Still not as good as you.”

He smirked. “Yet.”

Yet.

Something about that word settled in my chest.

Maybe, for once, I didn’t have to be afraid of falling.

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The first time Reki kissed me, we weren’t even skating.

We were at a festival, the streets glowing with paper lanterns, the scent of festival food in the air. It was the kind of night that made the world feel lighter, like anything was possible.

We’d spent the evening wandering through the crowd, eating too many Okinawan donuts, and teasing each other about our terrible attempts at festival games.

Then, beneath the fireworks, he turned to me.

“You’re different, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual.

I swallowed. “Different how?”

His gaze dropped to my lips for a split second before meeting my eyes again. “You don’t give up.”

My heart pounded. I wanted to tell him that wasn’t true. That I’d spent my whole life avoiding risks, afraid to fail. But before I could say anything, he leaned in.

And just like that, I fell.

Not on the pavement. Not off my board.

I fell for him.

And for the first time, I wasn’t scared at all.

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Yuuji with reader who sleeps a lot

A/N: it was posted at the wrong time before

Yuuji who loves taking pictures of you while you sleep because even though you look crazy he knows you’re sleeping like a baby.

Yuuji that always makes sure your bed is always perfectly made so when you’re taking your daily nap you can fall asleep like a baby.

Yuuji that always put a stuffed animal in between your arms so you can sleep even better he knows you like him being with you but he’s usually busy

Yuuji who’s considerate enough to put his phone on dnd while you both sleep together so no calls go through and the both of you can sleep peacefully

Yuuji who loves making sure there is no sunlight peeking inside the bedroom that disturbs your beauty sleep

Yuuji who makes sure he tires out any of your pets before you nap if you have any so they won’t meow or bark while you’re sleeping

Yuuji has also made sure to clear out his schedule or never make any plans during the time you’re napping in bed like sleeping beauty

Yuuji who loves making sure if you can’t sleep without music there’s something playing in the background so you sleep a lot better

Yuuji that makes sure to check up on you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay while you’re asleep

Yuuji who loves you and the fact you sleep so much is something he finds cute

[ioveaether]

cw: seth lowell x m!reader; established relationship; crack; suggestive comments; pet names; in gay seth we trust!!!; uhh basically daily messages between you two...

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Runaway Cat and Runaway Heart

Seth Lowell x Reader

Tags: sfw, fluff, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers, a little bit of smooching at the end. gender-neutral reader and no use of (y/n). 6.3k words

this catboy has me in a chokehold rn

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

You tried to steady your breathing, fighting against the panic rising in your chest. You could feel tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, and you furiously blinked them away.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

You needed to stay calm if you were going to resolve this situation.

It had started with a harmless mistake. You hadn’t given it a second thought when you’d left your front door open while retrieving a package. You’d stepped outside for mere seconds, and your cat had always been so well-behaved that it never even occurred to you that she would try to run away. 

Now here you were, pacing frantically up and down the sidewalks of Lumina Square, futilely reassuring yourself that your precious furry baby was okay and that you’d find her safe and sound. You spared a glance at the sprawling maze of roads and crosswalks zig-zagging through the city center, feeling the rush of air against your skin as cars zipped past endlessly, and the tears threatened to spill over your cheeks again as you imagined the worst-case scenario. 

You were sure you looked like a lunatic to passersby, wandering about aimlessly and calling out your cat’s name in a frenzied tone. With each passing minute, you could feel your hope slipping further and further away.

You rounded a corner, slumped over and defeated from your effortless search, when you spotted a Public Security officer. He was a feline Thiren, with a long, fluffy tail and ears poking out of his mop of white hair. 

As you moved closer, you realized the officer was holding something in his arms. Something fluffy with a long tail and pointed ears not unlike his own. Your heart started beating wildly in your chest as you felt your optimism return, and you couldn’t help yourself as you started almost running towards the PubSec officer. You recognized those furry features as belonging to your beloved cat.

The officer’s ears twitched as you ran up to him and he turned to face you as you approached, giving a clear view of your cat peacefully snuggled up in his arms like a baby. It seems he quickly put two and two together, and gave you an eager grin.

“Hello! Is this your cat, then?”

You could have thrown yourself at this man’s feet, you were so grateful to him. You tried to steady your breathing, giving him an appreciative look.

“Yes, sir, thank you so much! I- I have no idea why she ran away. I swear she isn’t usually like this!”

The officer just chuckled, his bright smile only widening further. 

“Don’t worry about it! I'm just glad this sweet little gal has such a lovely owner. I was worried she might be a stray.”

You felt your face heating up at his words. If it was anyone else, you might have felt uncomfortable with a stranger saying something that could be so easily interpreted as flirting, but he seemed so genuine and wholesome, you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel upset. 

You held out your arms to take your cat back, and the officer stepped closer to hand her off. Your cat, however, seemed to have different ideas. 

Instead of being happy to see you, your cat cuddled closer up against the Thiren, purring contentedly. You huffed before giving the officer an apologetic smile, reaching to try to grab your cat from him again. As you gently lifted her, your cat squirmed in your grasp, digging her claws into the officer’s uniform and refusing to let go.

That little traitor!

The officer laughed at the predicament, giving your cat a scratch behind the ear. Meanwhile, the heated flush of embarrassment creeped further up the back of your neck. 

“I'm so sorry about this. I’m sure you have much more important things you could be doing right now, and I’m wasting your time-”

The officer cut you off with a vigorous shake of his head, his ears flopping cutely with the motion. 

“Not at all! As a Public Security officer, it is my duty to help the citizens of New Eridu, no matter what! Making sure you get your cat back is as important as anything else, and I’d be willing to wait here all day if that’s what it took!”

You were taken aback by how sincere this guy was, and you felt your heart flutter at his kind words. 

Woah, slow down now.

This guy was clearly passionate about his job, and he probably would have said the same thing to anyone else, you told yourself. 

“Thank you, sir. That’s very nice of you to say.”

He gave you a beaming grin in response, and you wondered if his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. 

It took several more minutes of coaxing and embarrassed apologies from you before your cat finally relented to being handed over. You tucked her close to you in a firm but gentle hold so she couldn’t run away again (or jump back into the officer’s arms again, traitor).

You sounded like a broken record, but you thanked and apologized to the officer once more. 

“Thank you again so much for finding my cat. I’m sorry for any trouble this caused.”

“It’s no problem at all! I’m glad I could help! And I guess I should apologize as well. Cats just really seem to like me for some reason, so I’m sure that’s why your little gal was being a bit fussy.”

You almost laughed out loud at his words. It didn’t seem to occur to him that being a Cat-Thiren might have something to do with his cat magnetism, but you found his obliviousness to be adorably endearing.

“You don’t have to apologize. That certainly doesn’t sound like the worst problem to have.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a bashful grin. 

“Yeah, I guess not!”

His tail was swishing back and forth excitedly, and you found yourself almost hypnotized by it. Was it soft, you wondered? It had to be. You slowly looked up to his ears again, noting how they twitched and swiveled at the slightest sound. These mannerisms reminded you of your own cat, and you smiled at that thought.

It wasn’t as though you’d never met a Thiren before, but this guy was seriously cute. You’d even go so far as to call him pretty, with his soft lavender eyes and unfairly long lashes. His feline features made him all the more intriguing. 

Your eyes were just beginning to wander to his impressive deltoids peeking out from his sleeveless uniform before your cat let out a loud meow in your arms, breaking the silence that had formed between you and the officer and making you realize you’d been ogling him the entire time.

You immediately snapped your gaze back to his face, trying to pretend like you hadn’t just been looking him up and down like a creep. Luckily, it seemed like he’d been doing some staring of his own and was equally flustered.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Well, I should be getting back now. Thanks again for your help. Maybe I’ll see you around some time?”

You hoped that last part didn’t sound too pathetic. Thankfully for you, his eyes seemed to light up at your words. 

“Yeah, for sure! Hope to see you again soon!”

He waved you off as you made your way home.

Walking the familiar path back to your apartment gave you some time to reflect on the interaction you’d just had. More specifically, your thoughts kept drifting back to the PubSec officer.

He’d been so sweet and friendly. His upbeat energy was contagious, and even now you couldn’t fight the grin spreading across your face as you remembered his cheerful laughter and blinding smiles. And he was easy on the eyes, charming and boyishly handsome.

Your stomach did a funny little flip when you thought about the last thing he said to you, how he sounded so excited at the prospect of running into you again. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t share his enthusiasm. His genuine mannerisms were refreshing, if not a little bit naïve, and it made you want to get to know him better. 

You suddenly paused, a slight frown overtaking your features. You were reading too far into this, weren’t you? Of course you were. This guy was a PubSec officer, he was basically paid to be nice to civilians like you. And with how much he seemed to love his job, you bet he’d probably have the same happy grin on his face whether he was finding lost cats or arresting dangerous criminals. 

And worst of all, you didn’t even know his name!  You’d been so frazzled from the experience of almost losing your cat that introductions had been the furthest thing from your mind.

Another meow pulled you from your thoughts, reminding you that you’d been standing at the front door of your apartment for a while now without actually going inside. It was a careful balancing act to fish your keys out of your pocket while still holding your cat, but you managed to get the door open and place your cat inside safe and sound.

After double-checking your door was fully closed and locked, you sank down to the floor, letting out an exasperated sigh. Your cat happily plopped herself down in your lap, purring away as if she hadn’t just nearly given you a heart attack and led you on a wild goose chase throughout town mere minutes ago. 

As you lovingly scratched under her chin, you resolved that you had a harmless little crush on the very nice, very handsome PubSec officer who saved your cat, and it wasn’t a big deal because you’d probably never talk to him again anyway. You couldn’t even imagine how busy his life as an officer was, so what were the odds of your paths crossing again?

****

As it turns out, the odds were surprisingly high.

About a week had passed since the “cat incident,” and thoughts of the cute PubSec officer had only briefly crossed your mind.

You were standing in the pet aisle of the grocery store, deliberating between different brands of cat food. Much to your delight (see: annoyance), your cat had suddenly decided she no longer wanted to eat the food you had been buying her for years, and now you were on a mission to find something she wouldn’t turn her little nose up at. 

She stopped eating the chicken flavor, so do I go with tuna? Or would she like salmon better?

You were so absorbed in deliberating cat food flavors that you didn’t notice a familiar figure peering over your shoulder.

“If I were you, I’d pick the salmon one.”

Your head whirled around in surprise as you were greeted with a cheery voice and unmistakable grin. 

“Oh, it’s you!”

Your feline savior smiled even wider knowing that you recognized him (not that he was easy to forget). He was clearly off-duty, as he was wearing plain clothes rather than his PubSec uniform. Without his bulky gear and long gloves, you were able to get a much better view of his muscles through his short-sleeved shirt.

Jeez, get a hold of yourself.

You mentally scolded yourself. You alternated your gaze between the cat food in your hands and his pretty purple eyes until you finally processed what he said. 

“Thanks for the recommendation! Do you have a cat too, then?”

He tilted his head to the side and brought a hand up under his chin, as if deliberating how to answer your question. It was such a simple yet adorable action, and it reignited the spark of attraction you’d felt when you first met him. 

“Hmmm, kinda? They’re not technically my cats. Like I said before, cats just really seem to like me for some reason, and a lot of strays like to come up to me while I’m walking around or out on patrol. So I like to have cat food with me, just in case! Most cats really seem to like that salmon one you’re holding.”

So it wasn’t enough that he was attractive, strong, kind-hearted, and honest, but he feeds stray cats, too? What’s next, he’s going to tell you he helps old ladies cross the street in his free time? Actually, nevermind; he absolutely does.

As your crush on this man started blooming all over again, you finally realized you didn’t even know his name.

Quickly tossing the salmon cat food in your basket and placing the other flavors back on the shelf, you stuck your hand out in greeting.

“I’m so sorry, I never actually introduced myself. What’s your name?”

“Oh yeah, you’re right! My name’s Seth!”

He grabbed your hand and gave it an enthusiastic shake, smiling when you gave him your name in return. He repeated it back to you, as if trying out the way it sounded on his tongue, still shaking your hand all the while. His grip was firm yet gentle, and you couldn’t help but admire how nicely your hand fit into his. 

He finally dropped the handshake, and you briefly lamented the loss of contact. He spoke up again, clearly not in any rush to end the interaction. 

“So how’s your cat doing?”

You sighed before relaying the story of your cat suddenly becoming a picky eater, which made him laugh. From there, the conversation flowed easily between the two of you, as if you had known each other for ages.

You learned he was part of the Public Security Criminal Investigation Special Response Team, a difficult path for a PubSec officer but one he was dedicated to nonetheless. He loved cats (obviously), and he wasn’t a fan of horror movies. You chimed in with tidbits of your own from time to time, but you were mostly content to just listen to Seth. Every now and then, you spared a glance downwards at his tail, which was swishing back and forth excitedly. It reminded you of how your cat looked when she was staring at a bird or squirrel out your window, engaged and laser-focused, and it made you smile internally.

You had no idea how much time had passed. The two of you were in your own little world, and it wasn’t until you heard someone clearing their throat loudly that you realized you were still standing in the grocery store, effectively blocking access to the cat food shelf.

You and Seth both apologized profusely and backed up so an older woman could reach past you two. Thankfully, she didn’t seem upset, and she even shot you a knowing wink as she shuffled away. 

As much as you would have liked to keep talking to Seth, you unfortunately had other errands you needed to run today and you were sure Seth did as well. 

“I’m sorry, I need to head out now, but it was really nice to see you again!”

You told him with a smile. You swore you saw his ears droop slightly, but he perked back up almost immediately.

“Yeah, I’m really glad I got to run into you! Hopefully I’ll see you again soon!”

You gave him a short wave goodbye before continuing on with the rest of your shopping.

Just like when you first met him, you kept replaying your interaction with Seth in your mind over and over. He was so easy to talk to, and you felt so comfortable around him despite this only being the second time you’d ever met. 

Wait, did this mean you guys were friends now? Or were you more like acquaintances? Seth said he wanted to see you again and you certainly shared his sentiment, and the two of you had talked for so long about yourselves, so that probably made you friends at this point. Should you have gotten his phone number?

God, how did you keep fumbling this so badly? It was already a miracle you managed to bump into Seth at the grocery store, you doubted you would be lucky enough to cross paths with him again. 

You felt bad for the old lady who was rooting for you. It seems like your infatuation with Seth was destined to be just that: infatuation, and nothing more. Besides, even if you somehow were able to see Seth again, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who was concerned with dating and romance. He had goals and dreams to pursue, and you were sure he only thought of you as a friend anyway. 

No use worrying about it now, I guess.

You continued on with your errands, resolving that if you did end up meeting Seth again, you would take that as a sign and ask him for his number. Not that it would actually happen, though.

****

Okay, now you were convinced you had some kind of guardian angel or deity watching over you, because what were the chances of this?

It had been about two weeks since you’d talked to Seth at the grocery store, and you had all but given up on the prospect of bumping into him again. You’d found yourself with a bit more free time than usual and to stave off the boredom, you decided to make a trip to the video store on Sixth Street. 

You’d only been there a few times, but they had a massive selection of movies and the siblings who ran the store were very nice, even if they did keep trying to convince you to buy a premium membership. 

You expected to be greeted by one of the managers or their Bangboo when you entered Random Play, but instead you saw Seth standing behind the front counter. It was your turn to tilt your head in confusion as Seth gave you his usual enthusiastic greeting. 

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

That got a laugh out of you, shaking your head as you walked up to the counter. 

“I feel like I should be asking you that. Do you work here?”

You doubted that Seth would have time for a second job or really any need for one, yet here he was. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck and thinking for a moment before responding. 

“Kinda? But not really. I’m friends with the managers here and they’ve been really nice to me, so I offered to help promote movies for them every now and then!”

Was there anyone in New Eridu this guy wasn’t friends with? It was sweet that he spent his free time helping Wise and Belle around the shop, especially when he probably didn’t get much free time in the first place. 

You leaned your elbows on the counter, giving Seth a cheeky grin.

“Well then Mr. Promoter, do you have any good recommendations for me?”

Seth lit up like a Christmas tree, beaming at you excitedly. He moved from his spot behind the counter and wrapped a hand around your wrist, leading you over to one of the many displays along the wall. 

He searched for a moment before he let out a little “ah ha!,” pulling a movie from the shelf and placing it in your hands.

“Have you ever heard of a movie called ‘Dimensional Musketeer’? It’s about this mysterious guy who goes into Hollows to fight Etherals, and he’s got this cool weapon that lets him take down even the strongest enemies! It’s one of my favorite movies of all time!”

He was talking so excitedly fast, it was almost hard to understand him. Still, if this was one of Seth’s favorites, then it was good enough for you. You smiled at him, pulling the movie case close to your chest.

“That sounds awesome! I’ll definitely give it a watch then.”

You thought you’d seen Seth happy before, but the joy on his face right now was incomparable. 

“Great! Actually, why don’t we watch it together? This movie never gets old no matter how many times I see it, and I really want to know what you’ll think of it!”

It took you a moment before the implications of his words finally set in. 

Was he… asking you on a date?

It seemed like a plausible explanation, but then again with how friendly and frankly oblivious Seth was, it was equally possible he just wanted to watch his favorite movie with a friend and nothing more. 

Regardless, you weren’t going to pass up on this opportunity now, not when you had messed up so badly before. You tried not to let your tone betray how excited you were as you nodded in response.

“That sounds great! Do you want to come over to my place tonight? I’m sure my cat will be happy to see you again.”

Seth frowned slightly, looking bashful. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to feel like I’m inviting myself over.”

You laughed, tucking the movie case under your arm so you could grab both of Seth’s hands in yours. 

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure. And you’re not inviting yourself over, I’m inviting you over, silly.”

Seth glanced down at where your hands were joined together, and you thought you saw a pinkish hue spreading across his cheeks.  

“Y-yeah, I guess you’re right. Tonight at your place is it then! Do you use Knock Knock? I can add you right now!”

You let go of Seth’s hands so you could reach into your pocket and pull out your phone, handing it over to him so he could input his contact information. 

When he handed you your phone back, you saw he put a little “(≧∀≦)” after his contact name, and you resisted the urge to squeal out loud from the cuteness of it all.

You followed Seth back to the front counter with the intention of paying for the movie. As you pulled out your wallet, though, he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it, this one’s on me! 

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”

“Of course! I, uh- I actually have the premium membership here, so I may as well put it to good use.”

Oh, poor Seth. Of course a sweet guy like him wouldn’t be able to say no to the managers’ persuasions.

“Thanks, I appreciate it! I have to get going now, but I’ll see you later tonight!”

Though certainly not unwelcome, you weren’t prepared to host guests and your apartment definitely needed some cleaning up before Seth came over. 

“You’re welcome! And yeah, see you later!”

As soon as you made it out of the door of Random Play, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. 

Things had gone perfectly this time. You’d actually managed to secure a kind-of-maybe-not-but-also-maybe-yes date with Seth, and you were determined to make sure everything went smoothly. 

****

You arrived home a little while later, having stopped on your way back to pick up some snacks and drinks for the evening. You started on the task of tidying up your space, letting your thoughts wander as you flited from chore to chore. 

Should you dress up tonight? Or just keep it casual? Should you try to make a move? Was this even a date to begin with, or were you just reading too far into things?

On one hand, there certainly were signs that Seth liked you as more than just a friend. All those times you’d bumped into him, he seemed so genuinely happy to see you. Whenever you had to leave, you noted subtle signs of disappointment, whether it be a small dip in his near-permanent smile or a slight droop in his ears. And he was the one who suggested you watch a movie together in the first place. That had to mean something, right? You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress your excited grin at the thought of Seth reciprocating your feelings. You could feel your face heating up and your heart beating incessantly against your chest. 

But at the same time, you couldn’t fight the nagging thoughts lingering at the back of your mind, planting seeds of doubt and uncertainty. For as much as Seth wore his heart on his sleeve, you found him surprisingly hard to read. He was such a good-hearted and friendly guy that the cheerful smiles and warm greetings, the constant acts of kindness and generosity, the hopeful promises of meeting again, were probably something he shared with everyone. Were you selfish to think you were special somehow? If Seth didn’t like you back, would it ruin the friendship you’d managed to build thus far?

That thought almost knocked the breath from your lungs. You couldn’t let that happen. You’d much rather spend the rest of your days silently and hopelessly pining after Seth than lose him entirely. 

Suddenly, this movie night didn’t seem like such a great idea anymore. But with how ecstatic Seth had been when you agreed to watch his favorite movie with him, you knew it would crush him if you backed out now. 

You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you heard a ping from your phone, jolting you out of your anxious ruminations. As you’d expected, it was a message from Seth, asking if it was still okay for him to come over soon.

No turning back now.

You sent back an affirmative reply before tossing your phone down to finish preparing for Seth’s arrival. You decided on an outfit that wasn’t too flashy but certainly a bit nicer than what you’d wear around the house. After setting out the food and drinks, you opted to sit on the couch, nervously fiddling with your fingers and trying your best to keep your nervous thoughts at bay. 

You nearly fell off the couch in surprise when you finally heard a knock at your door. You stood at the doorway for a moment, taking one last moment to smooth out your clothes and tidy up your appearance before taking a deep breath. Seth was already beaming at you when you opened the door, and it helped put you at ease. 

That’s right. It’s just Seth. No need to overthink things. 

All of your reassured thoughts flew out the window when Seth pulled you in for a tight hug, squeezing you against him in a near-crushing grip. The feeling of being pressed into his firm chest and his muscular arms wrapped around your frame had your face heating up quickly. 

“It’s nice to see you again!”

His words made you burn even hotter, and you prayed Seth couldn’t feel your embarrassed warmth through his shirt. You hesitantly reciprocated his hug, pushing your face closer into his chest in an attempt to hide your fluster.

“You too! But you know, I just saw you a few hours ago.”

Seth pulled back from the hug, giving you an unfairly adorable pout. 

“I know, but it’s still nice to see you again.”

Your heart couldn’t handle such unabashed sincerity, and you could only smile and laugh awkwardly as you stepped aside to let him into your apartment, hoping he wouldn’t notice the flush still present on your cheeks. 

Seth had hardly taken 2 steps inside before your cat came trotting up to him, meowing and brushing up against his legs affectionately. He chuckled, reaching down to pick her up. Your cat was purring louder than you’d ever heard, starting to fall asleep in his arms almost instantaneously. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be mad, your heart melting at the adorable sight before you. Seth finally turned his attention back to you.

“Thanks again for having me over!” 

You shook your head, closing the door and leading him to the living room.

“Of course! I’m glad you could make it. I’m excited for the movie!”

“Me too!”

You crouched down in front of the TV, setting up the movie while he got comfortable with your cat now snoozing peacefully in his lap. Once everything was ready, you moved to take a seat on the couch next to Seth before you paused for a moment. How close should you sit to him? If you sit too close, it could be awkward. But if you sat on the far end of the couch from him, wouldn’t that be more awkward? He seemed to take note of your hesitancy, giving you a confused look before patting the empty space next to him. 

“C’mon, the movie’s starting!”

Seth having made up your mind for you, you plopped down in the spot he designated for you, your thighs just brushing up against his. You stole a glance at Seth out of the corner of your eye to gauge his reaction, but he was already engrossed in the movie. You directed your gaze back to the screen, resolving that you would just focus on enjoying the movie in favor of dwelling on Seth’s intentions. 

But as the evening went on, you found it harder and harder to stick to your resolve. While Seth remained fixated on the movie, you remained fixated on him. You realized this was the first time you’d really been able to admire Seth up close. Of course, you’d stolen plenty of glances at him during the times you’d spoken with him, but you had tried to keep most of your attention on his words, not wanting to be caught staring.

Now though, with Seth being so enthralled by the movie, you figured it was okay to let your gaze linger on him for a bit longer. You were positive he wouldn’t even notice. 

The light from the TV screen illuminated his features, casting a soft radiance over him. In the relative darkness of the room, his hair seemed to glow, reflecting the light like a fresh blanket of snow. His bright purple eyes seemed somehow brighter, full of excitement and contentment. His ears were standing straight up, not wanting to miss a single word of the movie. 

But most of all, your eyes kept drifting back to Seth’s tail.

It was swaying back and forth the way you’d seen it before when he was focused or excited, and it took all your willpower not to reach out and run your fingers through the fluffy tufts of fur. Whenever you’d encountered Seth previously, your eyes had always drifted down to his tail, your thoughts wandering to how it would feel to pet it. Realistically, it probably wouldn’t feel any different than when you pet your cat, but a part of you thought it might even be softer. 

You knew it was such a weird fixation, and Thirens probably had to deal with rude people trying to touch them all the time, but you’d never be able to stop thinking about his tail if you didn’t get to pet it at least once. 

You took a deep breath before steeling your resolve, shifting your position on the couch so you were now facing him with your legs crossed. 

“Hey, Seth? Would it be okay if… I touched your tail? It just looks so soft and I keep wondering what it would feel like.”

The question tumbled forth from your lips faster than you’d meant it to. Seth’s jaw dropped at your words, a deep blush quickly spreading across the expanse of his face.  

“You want to touch… my tail?”

He sounded so dumbfounded by your request, and you were afraid you’d overstepped a boundary. 

“Only if that’s okay with you! I’m sorry if that was a weird ask. You can just forget I said anything-”

You started to backtrack, but Seth cut you off. 

“No! You’re totally fine! You can touch my tail if you want to, no problem at all!”

He was trying to sound nonchalant, but his nervous tone betrayed his words. A blush was starting to spread across his cheeks, and you swore his breathing picked up. You tried to give him another out, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“Seth, if you’re not okay with it, that’s totally fine. I swear I won’t be offended.”

He took a deep breath before shaking his head. He grinned at you like he’d done a million times before, but this one felt different somehow, more vulnerable and earnest.

“If it’s you, it’s okay. I promise.”

Now it was your turn to blush. You were caught off-guard by how earnest his response was, and it was all you could do to nod in response.

Seth shifted on the couch until his tail was in your lap, the movement causing your cat to hop off from her perch on his legs and meander away with a meow of discontent. Despite his best efforts to keep it under control, his tail still swished nervously, but the softness brushing against your legs was a pleasant sensation. You reached a cautious hand up, gently running your fingers through the white strands of fur.

You were right: his fur was somehow softer than your own cat. You found yourself almost memorized by the impossibly fluffy texture, and you had to stop yourself from burying your face in his tail as you imagined how nice it would feel against your cheeks.

You turned your attention back to Seth, your hands still stroking his fur absentmindedly. He was more flustered than you’d ever seen him, fiddling with his fingers in his lap while avoiding your gaze. You could feel your own face heating up as you noticed a tension building between you two. 

“Thank you for letting me touch your tail, Seth. It’s uh- really soft.”

You’d meant to try to lighten the atmosphere a bit, but you internally cringed at how awkward you sounded. Seth’s ears perked up at your words, his blush now spreading all the way down his neck. He only nodded in response, swallowing thickly before finally looking at you again. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally speaking in an uncharacteristically timid voice. 

“Can I, uh- I mean would it be okay if I.. kissed you?”

“Wait, what?”

You honestly couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. Seth wanted to kiss you? Right now?

While your brain was short-circuiting, Seth began to panic. His face was an alarming shade of red, and his tail was swishing about wildly. 

“Wait, do you not like me uh- you know, like that? I’m so sorry! I just thought with you wanting to touch my tail, you… you know. But if not, that’s totally okay, too! I’m really sorry!”

You wanted to slap yourself for your ignorance. Of course, Thiren’s tails were special to them, and asking Seth to touch his tail was a huge deal! This certainly wasn’t the outcome you’d been expecting when you’d first asked, but you couldn’t believe that Seth reciprocated your feelings. Your words came out in a rushed frenzy as you tried to salvage the painfully awkward situation. 

“No! I mean, yes, I do like you! A lot, actually. I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Seth tilted his head to the side, staring at you like you’d grown an extra limb. 

“Of course I like you! I’ve liked you since I first met you! How could I not? You’re attractive and funny and nice and you like cats and-”

You cut off Seth’s rambling by sealing your lips over his, pouring all of your feelings for him into the kiss. If Seth had continued listing everything he liked about you, you’re sure your heart would have exploded. 

Seth was initially caught off guard, but he quickly recovered and kissed you back with equal fervor, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. 

Kissing Seth was everything you hoped it would be and more. His lips fit against yours like a puzzle piece. He seemed a little hesitant and unsure of what to do, but you were happy to take the lead, moving your lips softly and gently against his so as not to overwhelm him. 

You only pulled away when your lungs were burning for air. Seth wasn’t in much better shape, his breath fanning across your face as he panted heavily.

For a while, neither of you spoke, choosing instead to bask in the passionate moment you just shared. Finally, Seth broke the silence.

“So, uh- was that okay?”

He asked with a sheepish grin, his face still painted with a pink flush. God, he was so disgustingly adorable. You swore you were getting the same feeling of cuteness aggression you got whenever your cat did something precious.

You gave in to your impulses, reaching up to squish Seth’s cheeks in both your hands. You yanked him close until your nose was brushing against his. Seth let out a yelp of surprise, his ears sticking straight up.

“You’re so fucking cute.”

You mumbled before pressing your mouth to his once more. One hand reached up to run through his soft hair, your fingers barely brushing against the base of his ears.

He shivered at your touch, his tail wrapping around your waist to drag you further into him until you were almost sitting on his lap. 

The kiss was indulgent and lazy yet no less passionate than before. You had all the time in the world to kiss Seth now, and you intended on savoring it. 

After who knows how long, Seth pulled away first this time, planting a final kiss on your nose and leaning his forehead against yours. 

“You’re way cuter.”

You giggled at his sweet words, and Seth couldn’t help but laugh with you. As you leaned in for another kiss, you made a mental note to give your cat as many treats as she wanted, silently thanking her for running away from home and leading you to the man you never knew you belonged with.

[ioveaether]

"even if no one else accepts you, I'll live with you"

[ioveaether]

Maple Syrup

a/n: i was listening to Maple Syrup by The Backseat Lovers when I wrote this <3 shout out purple sweaters ☝️

reki kyan x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) ~590 words | slight angst, not really a happy ending but it’s open

His purple sweater. It's hanging on the back of your chair, mocking you with its presence every time you look in its direction. It stands out, just like he did.

Reki's purple sweater, his favorite sweater. It became your favorite too. The large gear printed on it etched itself into your mind. Reki found a new sense of pride when you told him gears now reminded you of him.

Reki's favorite purple sweater that haunts your mind day in and day out just by collecting dust at your desk. It's only been a few days. Why are you so worked up about it? Because Reki has never disappeared without telling you the reason, and even when he did, he still texted you.

Your phone doesn't buzz once to tell you Reki's back.

You wonder for a bit if something bad has happened to him, but you remember you're friends with Langa, and even he doesn't know what's going on.

He brings you to a secret skate gathering, S, they called it, but you never understood why. There's a competition, and Langa asks with pride if you could cheer him on—in place of Reki. You agree and stand back to watch the large screen.

And then you hear him.

Adorning that awful colorblock corduroy jacket you gave him as a joke because he wanted to steal it from your closet, and a hat that was straight out of a skate magazine. He sees you, you know he does by the way he ducks down in fear of being caught but you both know it's not doing him any good.

He's gotten this far in avoiding you, how is it now when he's in the deepest pit he can't get out of, you manage to find him?

"Reki." He jolts at your voice, earning confused stares from the people he joined to hide from you.

"Y/n." He looks at you and he wants to cry.

You're wearing a purple sweater. A purple sweater with an all too familiar design, with all too familiar wear and tear patches and holes, with tears in your eyes.

"Where have you been?"

The three guys excuse themselves, not wanting to be in the middle of your– whatever it was– and scurry off in another direction.

Reki's not very smart in these situations. He tries to run. You yank him back by the hood of his jacket, your jacket. He chokes back a sob, then pulls away from your grip and looks at you. He's upset.

"It's none of your business." He says, straightening himself out as he takes a step away from you. "Leave me alone." He hates himself for pushing you away but he needed to do it.

"Did I do something wrong? Did Langa do something wrong?"

He flinches at the thought. "Of course not." He says, it's painful, his voice is shaking, and he can't look at you. "I just need to be away from you guys."

"Then tell us you need space, Reki." You whisper, hesitantly reaching out for his hand. He pulls away, you do too. "What happened to you?" He shakes his head, and all he sees is purple.

The purple sweater he gave to you after you said it was your favorite one. The purple sweater he sprayed his cologne on every time you asked. The purple sweater he wore the first time he kissed you. The purple sweater he gave you the last time he saw you.

"Just–"

That damn sweater.

"Just leave me alone."

[ioveaether]

May I request a part 2 of transmasc reader coming out to their s/o with Hinata, Nishinoya and whoever else you want?

absolutely!! i just did the two of them if thats ok ^_^

transmasc reader!

haikyuu!! x male reader

chars: nishinoya yuu , hinata shoyo

FEM ALIGNED DNI

NISHINOYA YUU — ★ !

is he confused? a little bit. but he grasps the concept fairly quickly and is super understanding!!

he'll start talking about how "the guys' uniform is super cool!!!" and how you look better in it anyways :]

he'll convince you to hang out with the team more !! mainly so he can keep an eye on you in case anyone tries starting anything with you 🙏

definitely gets more slightly more protective of you :>

he'll let you borrow his clothes (or goes shopping with u if you can't fit in his size . . )

he definitely will ask a lot of questions!!

HINATA SHOYO —★ !

hinata is similar to noya in the sense that he doesn't really know what's going on, but that doesn't stop him from accepting you and trying his best to make you feel comfortable!

takes this as an opportunity to get you to join the volleyball team. . .

-> you join as a manager in the end ^_^

he'll tell you that there's nothing about you that isn't "manly" enough !!

-> insecure about your height? hinata's short too, it's okay !!

he will try to gift you clothes that would make you more comfortable :((

-> realistically it'd end up either not fitting you or being horribly ugly.. the thought was there though <3

i hope this was ok!!! sorry this took so long :( schools been taking up a lot of my time </3

divider by @/plutism !!

[ioveaether]

ligaya — itadori yuuji.

“I’ve tried everything, guys!” Yuuji moaned, his voice muffled against the table. “I sang songs from outside their dorm window! Serenaded them like they do in those old movies! And I even left notes on their locker every day for a week, with little snacks. But nothing! Absolutely nothing! They just keep saying no!” Nobara snorted, taking a sip of her coffee. “Maybe because you’re coming on way too strong? That’s what I’d do if someone kept bugging me. And really, are they even into men?” Megumi sighed, crossing his arms and nodding. “Nobara’s right, though. Are they even into men?” Yuuji’s head shot up, eyes wide and desperate. “They are! They told me! But I don’t want to bug them! I just… I just want them to see how much I care! How much I—” He faltered, feeling the weight of his own words. “How much I love them.”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Fluff, Romance, Love At First Sight, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Friendship, Confessions, Humor, Getting Together, Mutual Affection, Love, Pining, Kissing, Hugging, Track and Field! Yuuji, Pole Vaulter! Reader;

WORDS: 5.3k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i got the idea for this after i kept seeing olympic couples and olympians and their partners just be the epitome of love in paris. itadori yuuji just felt perfect for something like this. and so does the song ligaya by eraserheads. anyway, i love you all!!! ill see you guys on together. that's about to get sad, but im not sure if it will have sad smut. we shall see~

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IF HE SPOKE TO HIS CHILD SELF, HE WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT. Because, how can he explain it? Him? The Itadori Yuuji— head over heels in love. It felt like a fever dream that can only come from fantasies. How could he be in love at all?

How did this even happen? When he swore that he didn’t need that in his life? Over doing his track practice? More than his mother’s food? He thinks that his younger self would have ended up with a coma. Hell, maybe Todo or his brothers — even Uncle Sukuna would be in shock.

Itadori Yuuji never imagined himself as the kind of guy who’d fall head over heels in love. Sure, he was friendly, enthusiastic, and had a smile for just about everyone, but love? It seemed like an impossible notion.

Perhaps an even more ridiculous thing. A feeling that was not for him, not in that way most people dream of. That was for other people, is what he always said—until you transferred into his department. 

The moment Yuuji first laid eyes on you, it was like the world around him faded into the background, leaving only you and the pole vault. He had seen countless athletes, witnessed incredible feats of strength and agility, but nothing prepared him for the sight of you.

The way you moved, your body soaring through the air with effortless grace, made it seem like defying gravity was just second nature to you. To him, it was like watching poetry in motion—a dance between you and the sky.

Something inside him shifted as he watched you clear the bar with ease, your landing smooth and controlled, as if you had done it a thousand times before. In that moment, he felt an unfamiliar pull, a deep, unexplainable connection that made his heart race. You were different—strong, confident, and so completely at ease in your own skin.

It wasn’t just your athleticism that drew him in, though that was certainly part of it. It was the way you seemed to own every moment, how you faced challenges head-on, your eyes always focused on the next goal. There was a fire in you, a determination that Yuuji couldn’t help but admire.

He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to you, why his heart beat a little faster whenever you were near. All he knew was that something had changed, like a switch had been flipped inside him. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he was in deep—so deep that there was no going back.

It was as though he had never truly seen the sun before that moment, like he had been wandering through life in a shadowy half-light, only to look up at you, soaring above the earth, and finally see the full brilliance of day. You were the sun, radiating warmth and light, and for the first time, Yuuji felt truly alive.

So, Yuuji did what he did best—he jumped in with both feet, headfirst and heart open, determined to win you over. It was how he approached everything in life, with boundless energy and optimism, believing that if he just gave it his all, anything was possible. He didn’t hesitate to show you how much you meant to him, wearing his heart on his sleeve, unafraid to make grand gestures.

He showed up at your practices, cheering you on, even when you barely acknowledged him. He left notes in your locker, little reminders that he was thinking of you, that he was rooting for you, no matter what. He even stood outside your dorm window one night, singing a goofy love song, hoping to make you smile.

But you kept saying no.

Each time, you turned him down, politely but firmly. You appreciated his efforts, you said, but you were focused on your sport, on your goals. There wasn’t room for distractions, and you couldn’t afford to let anyone—no matter how sweet or determined—get in the way of what you were trying to achieve.

Yuuji understood, or at least he tried to. But it didn’t make it any easier. Every “no” felt like a small cut, stinging just a bit more than the last. But despite the rejection, Yuuji couldn’t bring himself to stop. There was something about you, something that kept pulling him back, making him want to try again, to prove that he could be the one to make you happy.

And it wasn’t the kind of no that meant “maybe later” or “try harder,” it was a clear, polite, and definitive no. You were kind about it, of course, always smiling and thanking him for the effort, but Yuuji could see through it. Because that’s who you were. You were sunshine itself.

And so each time, even if it became repetitive, you smiled at him and treated him kindly. Even though you weren’t interested, you were interested in being his friend and perhaps, he could live with that. But something in him, the most honest part of him knew that he couldn’t let go. 

Each time you turned him away, Yuuji felt the sting, but he also felt the same determination rising within him. He wasn’t discouraged; he was driven. He saw each rejection as a challenge, a new hurdle to overcome, much like the ones he faced on the track.

And just like in his races, he wasn’t going to back down until he crossed the finish line. To Yuuji, it wasn’t about winning you over for the sake of it—it was about showing you that someone could care that much, that deeply, and that no matter how many times he fell, he’d always get back up. Because to him, you were worth every effort, every bruise, and every tear.

Today here he was, sitting in the school’s café, his head on the table, groaning as Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki sat across from him, trying their best to look patient. They were supposed to be working on their on class presentation for Cardiorespiratory Fitness by now, but with Yuuji being an utter lovestruck mess — his two friends were sure that they wouldn’t be able to get any work done.

“I’ve tried everything, guys!” Yuuji moaned, his voice muffled against the table. “I sang songs from outside their dorm window! Serenaded them like they do in those old movies! And I even left notes on their locker every day for a week, with little snacks. But nothing! Absolutely nothing! They just keep saying no!”

Nobara snorted, taking a sip of her coffee. “Maybe because you’re coming on way too strong? That’s what I’d do if someone kept bugging me. And really, are they even into men?”

Megumi sighed, crossing his arms and nodding. “Nobara’s right, though. Are they even into men?”

Yuuji’s head shot up, eyes wide and desperate. “They are! They told me! But I don’t want to bug them! I just… I just want them to see how much I care! How much I—” He faltered, feeling the weight of his own words. “How much I love them.”

Megumi raised an eyebrow. “Love? Yuuji, that’s pretty heavy. Are you sure it’s love?”

Yuuji nodded, his shoulders slumping. “Yeah, I think I really do. I just want to be part of their world, you know? Make them happy, love them. I’d even help with their thesis if that’s what it takes! And that says a lot, because we’re on different levels! They’re smarter!”

Nobara rolled her eyes, though there was a hint of sympathy in her expression. “You can’t make someone love you, Yuuji. Maybe you should back off a bit and just be their friend. They might appreciate that more.”

Yuuji sighed, his shoulders slumping as he thought about it. The idea of stepping back, of not doing everything he could to win you over, made his heart ache. He had poured so much of himself into trying to make you see how much he cared, but maybe Nobara was right.

“But what if they never see me as more than that?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “What if I’m just that annoying guy who keeps bothering them?”

Nobara softened at his vulnerability. She wasn’t used to seeing Yuuji like this—so unsure, so worried. “Yuuji, you’re not annoying. Well, not more than usual.” she said, her tone gentler than before.

"Hey!"

“But listen, you’re sweet, and anyone can see how much you care. But sometimes, people need space. They need time to figure out their own feelings without any pressure. If you really care about them, you’ll give them that space.”

Yuuji nodded slowly, but the doubt lingered. He had always been the type to go all in, to give everything he had to the people he cared about. Holding back didn’t come naturally to him. “I just don’t want to lose them.” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper.

Megumi, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up, his tone measured and calm. “Yuuji, you won’t lose them by giving them space. In fact, it might be what they need to see you in a different light. But you have to be patient, and you have to respect their choice.”

Yuuji looked at Megumi, searching his friend’s eyes for reassurance. “But what if they never change their mind? What if they never see me the way I see them?”

Megumi leaned forward, his gaze steady and full of understanding. “Then you have to accept that.” he said firmly. “It’s hard, I know. But you can’t force someone to feel something they don’t. If they ever change their mind, they’ll let you know. But until then, don’t push too hard. It’ll only make things worse.”

Yuuji absorbed Megumi’s words, the weight of them settling heavily in his chest. He knew Megumi was right—it wasn’t fair to push you into something you weren’t ready for, or maybe something you didn’t want at all. But the thought of just being your friend, of stepping back, felt like giving up on something he wanted more than anything.

Nobara reached out, placing a hand on Yuuji’s shoulder. “Look, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but sometimes, being a good friend is more important than trying to be something more. If you really care about them, you’ll be there for them, no matter what. And who knows? Maybe that’s what they need to realize how special you are.”

Yuuji looked between his two friends, their words sinking in. It wasn’t the answer he wanted, but deep down, he knew it was the right one. “Okay,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with resignation. “I’ll back off… but I won’t stop caring.”

Megumi nodded approvingly. “That’s all you can do, Yuuji. Just be yourself, and let them come to you if they’re ready.”

Nobara smiled, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “And remember, you’re not alone in this. We’re here for you, no matter what happens.”

Yuuji managed a small smile, the weight in his chest easing just a little. “Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.” 

Nobara nodded approvingly, while Megumi gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. Yuuji might have been hopelessly in love, but at least he was starting to understand that sometimes, the best way to love someone was to let them come to you in their own time. And he’ll be patient. He knows how to do that. His brother Choso taught him how to be. 

As they continued to sit together, Yuuji couldn’t help but feel a mix of hope and uncertainty. He didn’t know what the future held, but he was grateful for friends who would support him through it all. For now, he’d focus on being the best friend he could be. And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough. It had to be. He believes it to be.

Over the next few days, Yuuji did his best to dial things back. He still watched you from afar during practice, his heart skipping a beat every time you cleared the bar with that effortless grace. But instead of approaching you with grand gestures or serenades, he tried to be more subtle, more considerate. 

He’d offer a friendly wave when you caught his eye and cheer you on quietly during your pole vaulting sessions. Every now and then, he’d strike up casual conversations, asking how your day was going or chatting about track and field events. It wasn’t easy, though. Every time he saw you, he had to fight the urge to blurt out how he felt, to tell you that all he wanted was to be with you. 

One afternoon, you were sitting on a bench after practice, cooling down and scrolling through your phone when Yuuji approached you cautiously. He noticed that you seemed a little tired, maybe even a bit stressed.

“Hey.” he said, trying to keep his tone light and nonchalant. “How’s it going? You look like you could use a break.”

You glanced up at him, offering a small smile. “Yeah, just a bit tired. Been working on my thesis, and it’s been kind of a headache.”

Yuuji’s eyes lit up. This was it—an opportunity to help you without being too pushy. “Really? What’s it about? Maybe I could help somehow?”

You hesitated for a moment, and Yuuji’s heart raced, hoping you wouldn’t shut him down again. But then you sighed and leaned back on the bench. “It’s about the biomechanics of pole vaulting, actually. I’m trying to analyze different techniques and how they affect performance, but the data’s all over the place.”

Yuuji nodded, trying to focus on what you were saying rather than the fact that you were actually talking to him about something important. “That sounds tough. But hey, I’m pretty good at organizing stuff—maybe I could help you sort through the data or something?”

To his surprise, you didn’t immediately say no. Instead, you looked at him thoughtfully, as if weighing your options. “You really want to help?”

“Of course!” Yuuji said quickly, not wanting to sound too eager but failing miserably. “I mean, only if you want me to. I don’t want to, you know, be a bother.”

You chuckled softly, the sound making his heart skip a beat. “Alright, Yuuji. I could use an extra pair of eyes on this. But just so you know, it’s going to be boring. Like, really boring.”

Yuuji grinned, feeling a surge of hope. “Boring’s fine with me. As long as I can help you out.”

Over the next few weeks, you and Yuuji spent more time together, working on your thesis. He was true to his word—organizing data, making notes, and offering encouragement whenever you hit a rough patch. He didn’t push his feelings, didn’t try to force anything. Instead, he focused on being there for you, just as Megumi and Nobara had suggested.

And as time went on, you started to see a different side of Yuuji. He wasn’t just the guy who sang outside your window or left notes in your locker. He was kind, patient, and genuinely interested in your work. He made you laugh, and he always seemed to know when you needed a break or a bit of encouragement.

One evening, after hours of working on your thesis, you were utterly exhausted. The words on the screen blurred together, your eyes heavy with sleep. You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your temples, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on you.

Yuuji, who had been quietly organizing some of your research papers, noticed the slump in your shoulders and the tired sigh that escaped your lips. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve been at this for hours. Why don’t you take a break?”

You shook your head, trying to muster the energy to keep going. “I can’t. I still have so much to do, and the deadline is coming up fast.”

Yuuji crouched down beside you, his eyes filled with concern. “I know, but you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep pushing like this. Just a short break, okay? I’ll make you some tea, and we can relax for a bit.”

Before you could protest, Yuuji was already in the kitchen, brewing a pot of your favorite tea. You watched him move with practiced ease, grateful for his presence. When he returned, he handed you a steaming mug and smiled. “Here, drink this. It’ll help you relax.”

You took the mug, feeling the warmth seep into your hands, and let out a tired sigh. “Thanks, Yuuji. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Yuuji’s smile softened as he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over your shoulders. “You don’t have to do everything on your own, you know. I’m here to help. And right now, you need to rest.”

He gently guided you to the couch, where you reluctantly settled down, your exhaustion finally catching up with you. Yuuji sat beside you, his presence comforting and reassuring. As you sipped your tea, the tension in your body began to ease, your eyelids growing heavier by the second.

Yuuji noticed the way you were fighting to stay awake, and with a soft chuckle, he reached out and lightly ruffled your hair. “It’s okay if you want to close your eyes for a bit. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You looked at him, his warm eyes and gentle smile, and suddenly, you didn’t feel so overwhelmed anymore. The stress that had been weighing you down seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Maybe just for a little while, you know?” you mumbled, already feeling yourself drifting off.

Yuuji nodded, watching as your eyes slowly closed, your breathing evening out as sleep took over. He stayed by your side, keeping watch as you slept, ready to offer support the moment you needed it. And as he looked at you, peaceful and relaxed, he felt a deep sense of contentment. This was all he wanted—to be there for you, to make sure you were okay, to be part of your world in whatever way you would allow.

As the evening turned into night, Yuuji gently adjusted the blanket around you, making sure you were comfortable. He leaned back against the couch, feeling the steady rhythm of your breathing beside him, and smiled to himself. He didn’t need anything else. As long as he could be there for you, that was enough.

When you woke up the next morning, your eyes fluttered softly against the sunlight streaming in through the window. You felt warmth beside you, and as you turned your head, inches away was Itadori Yuuji, still fast asleep. He was snoring softly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

For a moment, you just watched him, taking in the peaceful expression on his face. You’d never noticed before how calm and serene everything felt when he was around. It was as if all the chaos in your mind quieted just by being near him.

A soft sigh escaped your lips, almost one of relief. You were glad that it was him—that he was the one who stayed with you, who was always there. This sweet angel, who had gone out of his way to support you, to make sure you were okay.

“I might as well cook you some breakfast.” you whispered to yourself, smiling at the thought. You carefully stood up, making sure not to wake him. As you passed by him, you couldn’t resist letting your fingers brush lightly through his fuchsia hair. “You worked hard, Yuuji.” you murmured, your voice filled with affection.

You made your way to the kitchen, the lingering warmth of his presence still wrapping around you. As you started preparing breakfast, the sound of sizzling eggs and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small space. It wasn’t long before you heard a soft rustling from the couch, followed by a sleepy yawn.

Yuuji appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes, his hair adorably tousled. When he saw you, a bashful smile spread across his face, and his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “Good….morning.” he greeted you timidly, still half-asleep.

You turned to him, returning his smile. “Good morning, Yuuji. Did at least manage to sleep somewhat okay?”

He nodded, his gaze drifting to the breakfast you were preparing. “Yeah, I did. Thanks… for everything.”

You set down the spatula and walked over to him, your heart warming at his shy demeanor. “No, Yuuji, thank you…..” you said earnestly, your eyes shining. “Thank you for helping me with everything. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Yuuji’s blush deepened, and he quickly waved off your gratitude as he rubbed the back of his head. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just glad I could help.”

You shook your head, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of him. “It’s not nothing, Yuuji. It’s a big deal to me. You’ve been here, doing all this because… because you’re a good person. And I know it’s also because you like me.”

His eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, you continued, your voice growing softer, more vulnerable. “I… I feel something for you too, Yuuji. I didn’t realize it before, but… I do. It’s just… I want to take things slow.”

You lowered your gaze, suddenly feeling shy, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You didn’t know what he would say, or how he would react, but you needed to be honest with him.

Yuuji stood there for a moment, processing your words. Then, a gentle smile spread across his face, his eyes softening with warmth. “I understand.” he said quietly. He reached out, taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We can take it as slow as you need. I’m just happy to know you feel something for me too.”

You looked up at him, relief and happiness washing over you. His hand in yours was warm, comforting, and in that moment, you knew you had made the right choice. “Thank you, Yuuji,” you whispered.

He shook his head, still smiling. “No, thank you. For letting me be part of your world.”

As you stood there, holding hands in the morning light, the aroma of breakfast filling the air, everything felt just right. There was no rush, no pressure—just the promise of something real, something that could grow into something beautiful, one step at a time.

 *:゜☆ヽ(*’∀’*)/☆゜:。*。

YOU MADE IT THE OLYMPICS, THE TWO OF YOU. The day you found out you had qualified for the Olympics felt like a dream. All the hard work, the long hours of training, the sacrifices—it had all paid off. You were going to the Olympics. And as if the universe had planned it, Yuuji had qualified too, in track and field. It was a moment of pure joy, a culmination of everything you’d both worked so hard for. 

But what you hadn’t expected was the way your feelings for Yuuji would grow, almost as if they were catching up to the realization that he had been right there beside you all along.

You admired his determination, his relentless positivity, but you kept your distance, unsure if you could let someone in when you were so focused on your goals. Yet, Itadori Yuuji never wavered. He was at every pole vault tournament, even the ones miles away, often booking tickets last minute just to make sure he was there.

Even if he has to move around stuff for his own practice, even if he had other projects he had to do. It didn't matter. He wanted to be there. He wanted to go and see you and cheer you on. And every time, without fail, whether you won or lost, he would be in the front row, holding flowers and a letter, his bright smile shining through the crowd. 

At first, you didn’t know how to react. How does one manage to, when such devoted acts are offered to you so genuinely, in front of the world? How would one function, when there’s so much love given by one person that it could fill the world with pints of it. You were touched, truly. But of course I was also confused. You could feel your palms sweaty, when he tries to take your hand to hold. Or when he smiles, you feel like you have butterflies in your tummy. 

Was this really just a crush for him? What are crushes supposed to be like? You don’t think you remember. The last time you had a crush, it was on a 2D anime character. And that’s not a real experience. Or was it something more? You had to think it through. You care about him deeply, you do. But what do you actually feel for him? What does he actually mean to you? What is he to you?

Over time, though, as you saw how much he truly cared—not just about you as an athlete, but as a person—you started to see him differently. You noticed how he never pressured you, how he respected your space, but always made it clear that he was there for you, no matter what.

You began to anticipate his presence at your tournaments, looking forward to seeing his face in the crowd. His letters, filled with words of encouragement and affection, became something you treasured, often reading them late at night when you needed a boost.

And then, one day, as you stood on the podium after a particularly grueling tournament, looking out into the crowd, your eyes locked with Yuuji’s. He was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, his smile as radiant as ever, but there was something in his eyes—a mixture of pride, love, and unwavering support—that made your heart skip a beat. 

In that moment, you realized that you had fallen for him. 

It wasn’t just his persistence or his kindness; it was the way he made you feel seen and valued, both on and off the field. He didn’t just love you for your achievements—he loved you for who you were, even when you were at your lowest. And that was something you couldn’t ignore anymore.

After the ceremony, you found Yuuji waiting for you, just like he always did. He handed you the flowers, a bashful smile on his face. “You were amazing out there, you know!” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “But you always are.”

You took the flowers, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the compliments. “Thanks, Yuuji.” you said softly, looking up at him. “For everything. I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much it means to me that you’re always here.”

His eyes widened slightly, surprised by the shift in your tone. “You don’t have to thank me, pretty.” he said quickly. “I just… I just want to be there for you, you know? I care about you. A lot.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you felt the words you’d been holding back finally rise to the surface. “I know. And I care about you too, Yuuji. More than I realized.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to process what you were saying. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face—one of pure, unfiltered joy. “Really?”

You smiled back, feeling a sense of certainty wash over you. “Really. I think… I think I’ve fallen for you, Yuuji.”

His reaction was immediate—he pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off your feet as he spun you around, laughing like he’d just won the lottery. When he finally set you down, he looked at you with such adoration that it made your heart flutter. 

“I’ve been waiting to hear that for so long!” he admitted, his voice shaking with emotion. “But it was worth it. Every single second. You will always be worth it. All of it.”

As you stood there, surrounded by the noise of the crowd and the smell of fresh flowers, you realized that your dream had come true in more ways than one. You had qualified for the Olympics, yes, but you had also found something even more precious—someone who loved you for who you were, someone who would stand by your side no matter what. And as you leaned in to kiss Yuuji, you knew that this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.

 *:゜☆ヽ(*’∀’*)/☆゜:。*。

epilogue 

The energy at the Olympic Stadium was electric, buzzing with anticipation as the final race approached. You sat in the stands, surrounded by a sea of spectators, but your focus was entirely on the track below. Itadori Yuuji stood at the starting line, his gaze steady, his body coiled like a spring ready to launch.

You knew how much this race meant to him—how much he’d poured into his training, how every ounce of his determination was about to be unleashed in those few, crucial seconds.

The announcer’s voice boomed across the stadium, signaling the start, and you held your breath, your heart pounding in sync with the cheers around you. Then, the gun fired, and Yuuji shot forward, a blur of speed and power. The crowd roared, but you were barely aware of it, your eyes locked on him, silently urging him on.

He moved like lightning, his form perfect, his strides long and powerful. You could see the intensity in his every movement, the sheer will driving him forward. As he rounded the final bend, you knew—he was going to do it. He was going to break the world record.

The crowd was on its feet, the noise deafening as Yuuji crossed the finish line, the clock stopping at a time that stunned everyone. A world record. Yuuji had just shattered it.

But even before the cheers had fully erupted, Yuuji’s eyes were scanning the stands, searching for you. The moment he spotted you, he didn’t hesitate. Ignoring the cameras, the officials, and the chaos around him, he sprinted toward you, leaping over the barrier with ease.

And then he was there, in front of you, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his brow, but his smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you, his lips crashing against yours with a passion that took your breath away. The world seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in that perfect moment.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were shining with a mixture of disbelief and pure joy. He laughed, a sound filled with triumph and love, and then he threw his arms up in the air, shouting, “I did it! I did it! I’ve got you and a medal! This is the best day of my life, oh my god!"

The crowd around you erupted into applause and cheers, but all you could focus on was Yuuji—his infectious energy, the way his hands were still holding onto you like he couldn’t believe you were real. His happiness was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him, tears of joy filling your eyes.

“You did it, Yuuji!” you whispered, your voice choking with emotion. “Babe, you broke the world record. I’m so proud of you.”

He grinned, pulling you close again, this time resting his forehead against yours. “None of this would’ve meant anything without you here. You’re the one I wanted to share this with. You’re my everything, pretty.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making it clear just how much this moment—and you—meant to him. 

“I love you, Yuuji.” you said softly, cupping his face in your hands.

“I love you too.” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “And this… this is just the beginning. We’ve got so much more to look forward to—together.”

As you stood there, holding each other amidst the chaos and celebration of the Olympic Stadium, you knew that you had found something far greater than any medal or record.

You had found the person who would stand by your side, through every challenge and triumph, the one who had captured your heart with his unwavering love and dedication. And as Yuuji lifted you off the ground, spinning you around with pure, uncontainable joy, you realized that you had truly won in every way that mattered.

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NEW ROMANTICS | social media au

shoyo hinata x male!reader

Characters (2/2)

Tadashi Yamaguchi - 1st year, electrical engineering major. roommates with tsukkishima. he's a really a shy and anxious person, but overall a really nice guy. he do also likes to tease his friends along with tsukkishima. he's quite the bookworm actually. whenever tsukkishima leaves the apartment (either to go to the grocery store, or just for a small walk), he always finds him with his face in another book. he's also a backup middle blocker and pinch server in the volleyball's team.

Kei Tsukkishima - 1st year, history/sports major. roommates with yamaguchi. a very blunt guy, who loves to rile up his teammates all the time. some people even describe him as an asshole sometimes. but despite the whole arrogant personality, he also has a really low-esteem and thinks of himself as inferior. usually if he's not with yamaguchi, he has his headphones on and listening to mysic, ignoring everything around him. he also plays as a middle blocker in the volleyball's team.

Koushi Sugawara - 3rd year, educational psychology major. roommates with daichi and asahi. he's a really soothing and gentle person, and also the biggest supporter and encouragement in the volleyball team. even with his calm personality, he's also really chaotic at times, that even daichi himself has to stop him from doing something. he plays as a backup setter for the volleyball team, and is also the vice captain.

Daichi Sawamura - 3rd year, sociology/political science major. roommates with sugawara and asahi. he's a very caring and responsible guy, who always puts his team and friends first. but behind that patient and understanding persona, he's also really terrifying if you anger him. he's like the dad of the group in some way... he plays as an opposite hitter and captain in the volleyball team.

Asahi Azumane - 3rd year, fashion design major. roommates with sugawara and daichi. as a person who looks quite scary, his personality is actually the opposite of his appearance! he's a quiet, gentle and slightly anxious guy. his friends has said that he takes everything to heart, which leaves him depressed at times. he plays as an opposite hitter in the volleyball team, and is also the ace (even if he doesn't really see himself as one...)

Chikara Ennoshita - 2nd year, psychology/biology major. roommates with kinoshita and narita. he's usually quiet and reserved, sometimes acting bold only in front of the other second-years. beside [name], he's also able to control tanaka and nishinoya if they ever do something stupid. and whenever someone is having a hard time, he loves to lend a helping hand and listen to the person's problems. he's also a backup outside hitter in the volleyball team.

Hisashi Kinoshita - 2nd year, sports major. roommates with ennoshita and narita. he's a kind and somewhat shy individual, but he do gets along very well with his team and [name]. he also really likes to tease and make fun of his friends. because of his somewhat busy schedule of working in the café and looking after his two little sisters, he doesn't really hang out with his friends a lot, except when he has volleyball practice. he's a backup wing spiker and pinch server.

Kazuhito Narita - 2nd year, business major. roommates with ennoshita and kinoshita. a calm and friendly guy, who doesn't get riled up very easily. usually people mistake him for tanaka or "tanaka's twin". his friends once saw him with a girl, that they have never seen before, and since then they tease him about his "secret girlfriend". he's a backup middle blocker for the volleyball's team.

Kiyoko Shimizu - 3rd year, business/sports major. roommates with yachi. she's a really quiet and reserved girl. normally, even if she doesn't show it a lot, she's a really caring person towards her friends and the team. she's known as the "3rd year beauty", because of her looks. and because of that, both nishinoya and tanaka are like her "guardians" and protecting her from people trying to flirt with her (she just ends up smacking them instead...). she's also one of the karasuno volleyball team's manager, along with yachi.

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