itadores

[itadores]

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: approx. 1k (i think)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff

It’s only a few weeks into your relationship that you decide to pop the question to Sakura.

"When did you know you liked me?"

Sakura pauses mid-bite, the spoon in his hand hanging in the same way his jaw does. A few grains of rice fall back onto his plate.

"What?"

You prop your elbows onto the table, uncaring of what dining etiquette you're disobeying by doing so. You're by no means finished with your own meal, but you've decided that this question is pressing enough for you to take a break from eating.

"Before we got together, when did you realize that you liked me?" you elaborate.

Sakura’s cheeks heat up in that familiar way they do whenever the topic of romance arises around him. A small smile forms on your lips as he clears his throat, attempting to dispel the rosiness that’s sprawling upward from below his collar. It does little to help.

“Um,” he says.

There’s a pinch between his dark brows - a sign that he’s thinking hard about your question. A part of you wants to reach across the table to smooth the skin out with your thumb, but another part of you enjoys Sakura like this. Deep in thought over you.

“I didn’t realize I liked you like that until Suo said something,” Sakura grumbles - a quiet confession.

A bark of laughter escapes you before you can even think to contain it. The sound worsens the red hue of Sakura’s cheeks and draws fleeting looks from some of the other patrons of the restaurant you had chosen for your lunch date.

“Sorry. Sorry,” you manage to say between peals of laughter. You try and rein in your mirth, so you can speak. “Sorry, Haru,” you say placatingly. The unamused expression on his face melts into something softer and shyer when he hears the use of the nickname that only you ever call him. “Didn’t mean to laugh, but it just makes so much sense that it would be Suo who’d make you realize you like like me.”

Although you wouldn’t consider yourself particularly close with Suo, it makes perfect sense in your mind that he would help Sakura sift through his feelings for you. He seems to have that uncanny ability of knowing and seeing too much. The thought almost makes you shiver.

“Well, when did you know you liked me?” Sakura flips the question back onto you, determined to get the focus of the conversation off of him.

“Second time I met you.”

Sakura’s eyes widen considerably, and you nearly laugh again at the pure and unadulterated shock on his face.

“What?” he sputters out. The spoon that was once in his hand clatters against the surface of the plate below as Sakura tries to wrap his mind around what you have said. It’s all very amusing to watch it play out across his face. “That early?”

You make an affirming sound.

“That early,” you confirm.

His brows bunch together once more.

“When was that even?” Sakura’s face scrunches up as he rifles through his memories, trying to recall your second interaction together.

“A few days after we first met.” You start smiling before even realizing it, fondly reminiscing about the moment you began to form a crush on Sakura. “Some jackass on campus was bothering me, trying to follow me to my next class. Before I could tell him off or say anything to get him to leave me alone, you appeared out of nowhere and told him to shut the hell up. Afterwards, you walked me to my class.”

You dreamily sigh.

“I was gone for you from that point forward.”

For a moment, Sakura is rendered speechless. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, no words forming on his tongue, but he’s quick to regain his bearings.

“That’s what made you like me?”

“Mhm. You were like my knight in shining armor,” you tease. A bit more thoughtfully, you say, “I thought it was very sweet of you to do what you did, considering you barely knew me as someone other than Nirei’s friend at the time. It was easy to start crushing on you from that moment and even easier to fall for you once I started getting to know you better. I was so hopelessly gone for you, it was a bit embarrassing honestly.”

You shake your head as if you can shake away all of the embarrassing moments that occurred when you were in the depths of yearning over Sakura.

“But look where it got me.”

You beam as you look at Sakura from across the table. The light filtering through the window bathes him in a warm glow, making him look even more beautiful than usual if that’s even possible. Some days, you still can’t believe that all of your feelings for him are reciprocated.

“I got you,” you say - voice soft and so utterly and terribly in love.

Right on cue, a blush blooms on Sakura’s cheeks, which you take delight in. You hope that no matter how long you’re together for, you can continue to draw these sort of reactions out of him.

“You want to hear about all the times that made me like you more and more?” you grin.

Sakura covers his face with his hands, the tips of his ears burning.

“Please no.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the restaurant.

[itadores]

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: approx. 1k (i think)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff

It’s only a few weeks into your relationship that you decide to pop the question to Sakura.

"When did you know you liked me?"

Sakura pauses mid-bite, the spoon in his hand hanging in the same way his jaw does. A few grains of rice fall back onto his plate.

"What?"

You prop your elbows onto the table, uncaring of what dining etiquette you're disobeying by doing so. You're by no means finished with your own meal, but you've decided that this question is pressing enough for you to take a break from eating.

"Before we got together, when did you realize that you liked me?" you elaborate.

Sakura’s cheeks heat up in that familiar way they do whenever the topic of romance arises around him. A small smile forms on your lips as he clears his throat, attempting to dispel the rosiness that’s sprawling upward from below his collar. It does little to help.

“Um,” he says.

There’s a pinch between his dark brows - a sign that he’s thinking hard about your question. A part of you wants to reach across the table to smooth the skin out with your thumb, but another part of you enjoys Sakura like this. Deep in thought over you.

“I didn’t realize I liked you like that until Suo said something,” Sakura grumbles - a quiet confession.

A bark of laughter escapes you before you can even think to contain it. The sound worsens the red hue of Sakura’s cheeks and draws fleeting looks from some of the other patrons of the restaurant you had chosen for your lunch date.

“Sorry. Sorry,” you manage to say between peals of laughter. You try and rein in your mirth, so you can speak. “Sorry, Haru,” you say placatingly. The unamused expression on his face melts into something softer and shyer when he hears the use of the nickname that only you ever call him. “Didn’t mean to laugh, but it just makes so much sense that it would be Suo who’d make you realize you like like me.”

Although you wouldn’t consider yourself particularly close with Suo, it makes perfect sense in your mind that he would help Sakura sift through his feelings for you. He seems to have that uncanny ability of knowing and seeing too much. The thought almost makes you shiver.

“Well, when did you know you liked me?” Sakura flips the question back onto you, determined to get the focus of the conversation off of him.

“Second time I met you.”

Sakura’s eyes widen considerably, and you nearly laugh again at the pure and unadulterated shock on his face.

“What?” he sputters out. The spoon that was once in his hand clatters against the surface of the plate below as Sakura tries to wrap his mind around what you have said. It’s all very amusing to watch it play out across his face. “That early?”

You make an affirming sound.

“That early,” you confirm.

His brows bunch together once more.

“When was that even?” Sakura’s face scrunches up as he rifles through his memories, trying to recall your second interaction together.

“A few days after we first met.” You start smiling before even realizing it, fondly reminiscing about the moment you began to form a crush on Sakura. “Some jackass on campus was bothering me, trying to follow me to my next class. Before I could tell him off or say anything to get him to leave me alone, you appeared out of nowhere and told him to shut the hell up. Afterwards, you walked me to my class.”

You dreamily sigh.

“I was gone for you from that point forward.”

For a moment, Sakura is rendered speechless. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, no words forming on his tongue, but he’s quick to regain his bearings.

“That’s what made you like me?”

“Mhm. You were like my knight in shining armor,” you tease. A bit more thoughtfully, you say, “I thought it was very sweet of you to do what you did, considering you barely knew me as someone other than Nirei’s friend at the time. It was easy to start crushing on you from that moment and even easier to fall for you once I started getting to know you better. I was so hopelessly gone for you, it was a bit embarrassing honestly.”

You shake your head as if you can shake away all of the embarrassing moments that occurred when you were in the depths of yearning over Sakura.

“But look where it got me.”

You beam as you look at Sakura from across the table. The light filtering through the window bathes him in a warm glow, making him look even more beautiful than usual if that’s even possible. Some days, you still can’t believe that all of your feelings for him are reciprocated.

“I got you,” you say - voice soft and so utterly and terribly in love.

Right on cue, a blush blooms on Sakura’s cheeks, which you take delight in. You hope that no matter how long you’re together for, you can continue to draw these sort of reactions out of him.

“You want to hear about all the times that made me like you more and more?” you grin.

Sakura covers his face with his hands, the tips of his ears burning.

“Please no.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the restaurant.

[itadores]

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: approx. 1k (i think)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff

It’s only a few weeks into your relationship that you decide to pop the question to Sakura.

"When did you know you liked me?"

Sakura pauses mid-bite, the spoon in his hand hanging in the same way his jaw does. A few grains of rice fall back onto his plate.

"What?"

You prop your elbows onto the table, uncaring of what dining etiquette you're disobeying by doing so. You're by no means finished with your own meal, but you've decided that this question is pressing enough for you to take a break from eating.

"Before we got together, when did you realize that you liked me?" you elaborate.

Sakura’s cheeks heat up in that familiar way they do whenever the topic of romance arises around him. A small smile forms on your lips as he clears his throat, attempting to dispel the rosiness that’s sprawling upward from below his collar. It does little to help.

“Um,” he says.

There’s a pinch between his dark brows - a sign that he’s thinking hard about your question. A part of you wants to reach across the table to smooth the skin out with your thumb, but another part of you enjoys Sakura like this. Deep in thought over you.

“I didn’t realize I liked you like that until Suo said something,” Sakura grumbles - a quiet confession.

A bark of laughter escapes you before you can even think to contain it. The sound worsens the red hue of Sakura’s cheeks and draws fleeting looks from some of the other patrons of the restaurant you had chosen for your lunch date.

“Sorry. Sorry,” you manage to say between peals of laughter. You try and rein in your mirth, so you can speak. “Sorry, Haru,” you say placatingly. The unamused expression on his face melts into something softer and shyer when he hears the use of the nickname that only you ever call him. “Didn’t mean to laugh, but it just makes so much sense that it would be Suo who’d make you realize you like like me.”

Although you wouldn’t consider yourself particularly close with Suo, it makes perfect sense in your mind that he would help Sakura sift through his feelings for you. He seems to have that uncanny ability of knowing and seeing too much. The thought almost makes you shiver.

“Well, when did you know you liked me?” Sakura flips the question back onto you, determined to get the focus of the conversation off of him.

“Second time I met you.”

Sakura’s eyes widen considerably, and you nearly laugh again at the pure and unadulterated shock on his face.

“What?” he sputters out. The spoon that was once in his hand clatters against the surface of the plate below as Sakura tries to wrap his mind around what you have said. It’s all very amusing to watch it play out across his face. “That early?”

You make an affirming sound.

“That early,” you confirm.

His brows bunch together once more.

“When was that even?” Sakura’s face scrunches up as he rifles through his memories, trying to recall your second interaction together.

“A few days after we first met.” You start smiling before even realizing it, fondly reminiscing about the moment you began to form a crush on Sakura. “Some jackass on campus was bothering me, trying to follow me to my next class. Before I could tell him off or say anything to get him to leave me alone, you appeared out of nowhere and told him to shut the hell up. Afterwards, you walked me to my class.”

You dreamily sigh.

“I was gone for you from that point forward.”

For a moment, Sakura is rendered speechless. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, no words forming on his tongue, but he’s quick to regain his bearings.

“That’s what made you like me?”

“Mhm. You were like my knight in shining armor,” you tease. A bit more thoughtfully, you say, “I thought it was very sweet of you to do what you did, considering you barely knew me as someone other than Nirei’s friend at the time. It was easy to start crushing on you from that moment and even easier to fall for you once I started getting to know you better. I was so hopelessly gone for you, it was a bit embarrassing honestly.”

You shake your head as if you can shake away all of the embarrassing moments that occurred when you were in the depths of yearning over Sakura.

“But look where it got me.”

You beam as you look at Sakura from across the table. The light filtering through the window bathes him in a warm glow, making him look even more beautiful than usual if that’s even possible. Some days, you still can’t believe that all of your feelings for him are reciprocated.

“I got you,” you say - voice soft and so utterly and terribly in love.

Right on cue, a blush blooms on Sakura’s cheeks, which you take delight in. You hope that no matter how long you’re together for, you can continue to draw these sort of reactions out of him.

“You want to hear about all the times that made me like you more and more?” you grin.

Sakura covers his face with his hands, the tips of his ears burning.

“Please no.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the restaurant.

[itadores]

tags: gender neutral reader, vampire au, blood

newly turned vampire reader who refuses to feed once you’re brought back to life because you don’t want to hurt anyone :( sylus offers himself up to you for you to feed from him but you stubbornly turn him down because you especially don’t want to cause any harm to sylus of all people. you’d never forgive yourself. but your situation gets increasingly dire and sylus can’t stand watching you wither away when there’s something he can do about it. so he decides to force your hand and barges into the room you’ve holed yourself up in and slices his palm open before you can even yell at him to leave you be.

the metallic tang of fresh blood fills your nostrils and immediately floods your mouth with saliva. your protests about sylus’ presence in your room quickly die out as you grapple with the last threads of your self control.

“what are you waiting for? go on. take your fill.”

sylus sways his hand slightly, beckoning you closer. your gaze is transfixed on the drop of blood that drips down the side of his hand, landing on the ground in a small splatter. your fangs dig into the plush of your bottom lip and you have to swallow the saliva that’s pooling in your mouth before it can leak down your chin.

you pull your gaze away from his hand to find sylus’ eyes already on you. there is no discomfort or uneasiness to be found in sylus’ expression or demeanor - only a look of expectancy, accentuated by the raise of one of his brows when he sees you searching his face.

your hunger gnaws and gnaws at you and unable to find a trace of apprehension in sylus, your self control completely and finally unravels. you move across the room in a blur, still unused to your newfound speed and nearly topple sylus and yourself over. he grunts upon the sudden impact but manages to remain upright.

there is no room for embarrassment as you feed for the first time since turning. you noisily slurp up the blood from sylus' open wound, quite literally eating out of the palm of his hand. you don't know how long you stay in that position, on your knees, holding sylus' forearm captive in a bruising grip as you eat and eat and eat.

it's only when hunger no claws at your insides that you peer up at sylus through lidded eyes.

“thanks,” you croak - voice rusty from disuse. unable to help yourself, you run your tongue over the lines of his palm once more to lap up any remaining blood before licking your saliva-slick lips.

"full now?" sylus turns his hand, and you lean your cheek into his palm, uncaring of the sticky mess you've made. his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, smearing the mix of blood and saliva that coats your skin.

you hum, the sound akin to a purr.

"yeah." you turn your head to the side, your lips brushing against the center of sylus' palm, along the jagged line of the cut he inflicted upon himself for your sake. an unspoken apology. "thank you, sylus."

his thumb makes another pass over your cheekbone, sweeping away your apology - wholly unneeded and unnecessary in his mind. you clutch at his hand against your face, holding onto sylus as if he's your lifeline.

and maybe now he is.

[itadores]

anything for you.

note: my beautiful princess tsubaki <3 had this idea on my mind for a bit, so i hope you enjoy!

pairing: tsubakino tasuku x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.8k

tags: gender neutral reader, he/him pronouns used for tsubaki, vague descriptions of violence, established relationship, fluff, pet names, reader is an acts of service kind of person

it’s in the heat of a fight when it happens.

tsubakino and the jikoku unit are on patrol when one of the townspeople informs them that some punks are causing trouble on the outskirts of makochi. they are quick to intervene, and the fight they find themselves involved in isn’t difficult by any means, each member of the jikoku unit able to take on their opponent with ease.

the guy that tsubakino’s facing is rather unimpressive, but he’s able to get a lucky hit on tsubakino. the punch doesn’t hurt in the slightest, but tsubakino notices something right after he gets hit.

the shift in tsubakino’s energy is nearly palpable, causing some people involved in the brawl to freeze. the twins pause from fighting for a moment, meeting each other’s gaze and sharing a look before turning towards tsubakino. there’s only one thing that would set their captain off like that.

tsubakino has chipped a nail.

tsubakino’s opponent appears to notice him inspecting his nails and scoffs. “aw, is the princess upset because she ruined a nail?” he taunts. a foolish move considering it only serves to anger tsubakino more.

“my partner just did my nails,” tsubakino smooths his skirt out before turning his attention to the punk responsible. “and you just had to go and mess it up.”

the man must have come to his senses because his hands shake as he holds them out in front of him in fists. he tries to step back, to put some distance between himself and tsubakino, but it’s futile. in one smooth kick, tsubakino knocks him out.

tsubakino turns towards the rest of the jikoku unit with a tight smile on his face. “let’s make this quick boys!”

members of the jikoku unit follow the command from their captain, no longer taking the time to leisurely play around with their opponents. they knock out the men with ease, pushing them out of town with their tails tucked between their legs.

“great work guys!” tsubakino’s smile is no longer as tight as before as he praises his unit for a job well done. “that’s the end of our patrol, so you guys are free for the rest of today!” he says, clapping his hands together.

with tsubakino's dismissal, most of the jikoku unit disperses, saying their goodbyes as they pass by their captain. the only people who stick around are his vice-captains: the sakaki twins.

"that includes you two," tsubakino says, wagging a finger at his second-in-commands, "you're free to go."

"we'll see you tomorrow," uryu says, dipping his head slightly. uryu and seiryu begin to walk off, but seiryu makes sure to sneak in a cheeky comment before they can get too far.

"enjoy your time with your partner, tsubaki!" there's a knowing look on seiryu's face as he waves goodbye over his shoulder.

"i will," tsubakino replies, smiling.

once his team is out of view, tsubakino takes his phone out and pulls up your contact. clicking the call button, tsubakino raises the mobile device to his ear. it only rings once before you answer.

"hello beautiful," you say in a sing-songy way, making tsubakino's smile widen.

"hi baby," tsubakino coos. he draws the phone closer to his ear as if it will bring you even nearer to him. "what are you doing?"

"nothing much," you sigh, "just getting some work done at home. what about you? you should be done with patrol by now, right?"

"yeah, i just finished! had to sort some guys out who were causing trouble on the edge of town, and one of them messed up my nails," tsubakino pouts as he inspects his nails again. the damage isn't devastating, but his one chipped nail already bothers him.

"are you alright? no injuries?" you ask, concern seeping into your voice.

"no injuries," tsubakino promises, sweet and reassuring. although tsubakino can take care of himself, which you're more than well aware of, he knows that you can't help but worry about him.

"good. good," you say, sounding relieved. "if you're free right now, do you want to come over to mine? i can fix your nail since i know it's going to bother you if it doesn't get fixed soon," you lightly tease.

"that sounds great,” tsubakino beams. “i'll pick up some snacks and drinks for us on my way over, so i'll be at yours in half an hour or so?"

“sounds perfect, my love. i’ll see you soon.”

tsubakino and you exchange goodbyes and i love yous before ending the call. he then begins walking back towards the center of town, thinking of what he wants to pick up for you two to share.

although the decision is really made for tsubakino since many of the townspeople offer him food and drinks as he passes by their establishments. he tries to turn some of them down, but they insist, placing to-go bags directly into tsubakino's hands for him to take. once tsubakino's hands are completely full, he opts to take side streets to your place instead of the main road. it's thankfully quieter on this route, and no good-natured shop keepers offer tsubakino any of their goods.

tsubakino arrives at your front door, a little less than half an hour after the call ended with you. he lightly knocks on your door, unable to do much more with his hands full. he can hear the pitter patter of footsteps before the door swings open, revealing your beautiful face.

"hello gorgeous," you greet before quickly ushering tsubakino inside. "let me take these from you. thank you so much for grabbing something on your way, you didn't have to."

"thank you honey." tsubakino gives you a kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a light imprint of his lipstick. "and i was planning on buying us some snacks and drinks, but the townspeople essentially shoved these into my arms as i was passing through the center."

"ah, as they usually do?"

tsubakino hums in response, wrapping himself around you as you unload the food and drinks tsubakino was provided with onto your kitchen table. you lean back into tsubakino's hold, pressing a kiss into the column of his neck.

"do you want to eat right now or do you want me to fix your nail first?"

"are you hungry?" tsubakino asks in return. "or thirsty?"

you make a contemplative sound. "not really. i can fix your nail first and then we can eat afterwards?" you suggest.

tsubakino drops his chin onto your shoulder, squeezing you a little tighter. "sounds good, baby."

"how about you go take a seat at my work station, and i'll join you after i quickly clean up here?"

tsubakino releases his hold on you and follows your suggestion. he makes his way through your apartment, pushing the door to venture into your bedroom. your work station is in the far corner of your room, and tsubakino takes a seat in the chair that's unofficially designated as his.

you’re not far behind him, entering your room only a few minutes after tsubakino takes a seat. you take the seat opposite of him, flipping on your desk lamp and making yourself comfortable.

“okay, let me see the damage.”

tsubakino places his left hand in your open palm, allowing you to inspect his nails and see how your work has held up from his fight.

"at least it's only one," you murmur, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the nail of his index finger. the red polish that you previously used to paint tsubakino's nails has chipped off in some places, exposing his nail bed.

you let go of tsubakino's hand, so you can pull open your desk drawers. "you can play some music in the background if you want, love," you say as you dig through your drawers to locate the supplies necessary to repair the chipped polish.

tsubakino pulls outs his phone from his pocket, opening up the music player app and putting the playlist you made together on shuffle. music suddenly fills the room, playing at a low volume from his speaker. the corner of your lips quirk up into a smile as you continue placing everything you need onto your desk.

you gently take tsubakino’s hand, beginning the process of carefully taking off the polish on his left index finger. tsubakino props his elbow onto your desk, resting his chin into his open palm, content to watch as you work away.

you're mostly relaxed, singing along quietly to the song playing in the background but from time to time, your face will scrunch up slightly in concentration, careful to not mess up tsubakino's other nails or smear any of the ruby red polish onto his cuticles. you’re too cute. tsubakino's so lucky to have a partner like you.

you're so supportive of him and his interests. you've always been like that. you often send him links to fashion articles or posts you think he would be interested in and enjoy surprising him from time to time with new hair, skincare, or makeup products you think he would like trying out. he appreciates how you've also tried to familiarize yourself with his interests, whether its through your own research or by asking tsubakino questions when he's talking about the latest fashion trends.

however, tsubakino was most touched when you offered to do his nails for the first time, shyly informing him that you've been trying to teach yourself how to do nails, so he wouldn't have to pay and go to a salon to get it done. you profusely apologized when they turned out a little wonky the first time you did them for him, but that's still tsubakino's favorite set he's ever gotten done because you did them for him.

you've definitely improved over time and grown far more confident in your skills. tsubakino thinks you could make some real money doing people's nails, but you brush him off whenever he brings it up, saying that you're content with having one client.

it doesn't take you long to finish fixing up tsubakino's nail. you carefully look it over for any imperfections, turning tsubakino's hand slightly from side to side before you appear to be satisfied.

"all done!"

"amazing work as always!" tsubakino praises, holding his hand up to admire the job you've done. you really are so talented.

"you flatter me, love," you say, laughing lightly as you put your equipment away in your desk drawers. once everything is in its place, you dust your hands off and offer a hand to tsubakino. he places his hand in yours, smiling when you kiss the back of it.

"shall we go eat now that's taken care of?"

"we shall."

tsubakino allows you to lead him out of your bedroom and into your kitchen, smiling the whole way through. he really is so lucky to experience a love like yours.

[itadores]

tags: gender neutral reader, vampire au, blood

newly turned vampire reader who refuses to feed once you’re brought back to life because you don’t want to hurt anyone :( sylus offers himself up to you for you to feed from him but you stubbornly turn him down because you especially don’t want to cause any harm to sylus of all people. you’d never forgive yourself. but your situation gets increasingly dire and sylus can’t stand watching you wither away when there’s something he can do about it. so he decides to force your hand and barges into the room you’ve holed yourself up in and slices his palm open before you can even yell at him to leave you be.

the metallic tang of fresh blood fills your nostrils and immediately floods your mouth with saliva. your protests about sylus’ presence in your room quickly die out as you grapple with the last threads of your self control.

“what are you waiting for? go on. take your fill.”

sylus sways his hand slightly, beckoning you closer. your gaze is transfixed on the drop of blood that drips down the side of his hand, landing on the ground in a small splatter. your fangs dig into the plush of your bottom lip and you have to swallow the saliva that’s pooling in your mouth before it can leak down your chin.

you pull your gaze away from his hand to find sylus’ eyes already on you. there is no discomfort or uneasiness to be found in sylus’ expression or demeanor - only a look of expectancy, accentuated by the raise of one of his brows when he sees you searching his face.

your hunger gnaws and gnaws at you and unable to find a trace of apprehension in sylus, your self control completely and finally unravels. you move across the room in a blur, still unused to your newfound speed and nearly topple sylus and yourself over. he grunts upon the sudden impact but manages to remain upright.

there is no room for embarrassment as you feed for the first time since turning. you noisily slurp up the blood from sylus' open wound, quite literally eating out of the palm of his hand. you don't know how long you stay in that position, on your knees, holding sylus' forearm captive in a bruising grip as you eat and eat and eat.

it's only when hunger no claws at your insides that you peer up at sylus through lidded eyes.

“thanks,” you croak - voice rusty from disuse. unable to help yourself, you run your tongue over the lines of his palm once more to lap up any remaining blood before licking your saliva-slick lips.

"full now?" sylus turns his hand, and you lean your cheek into his palm, uncaring of the sticky mess you've made. his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, smearing the mix of blood and saliva that coats your skin.

you hum, the sound akin to a purr.

"yeah." you turn your head to the side, your lips brushing against the center of sylus' palm, along the jagged line of the cut he inflicted upon himself for your sake. an unspoken apology. "thank you, sylus."

his thumb makes another pass over your cheekbone, sweeping away your apology - wholly unneeded and unnecessary in his mind. you clutch at his hand against your face, holding onto sylus as if he's your lifeline.

and maybe now he is.

[itadores]

tags: gender neutral reader, vampire au, blood

newly turned vampire reader who refuses to feed once you’re brought back to life because you don’t want to hurt anyone :( sylus offers himself up to you for you to feed from him but you stubbornly turn him down because you especially don’t want to cause any harm to sylus of all people. you’d never forgive yourself. but your situation gets increasingly dire and sylus can’t stand watching you wither away when there’s something he can do about it. so he decides to force your hand and barges into the room you’ve holed yourself up in and slices his palm open before you can even yell at him to leave you be.

the metallic tang of fresh blood fills your nostrils and immediately floods your mouth with saliva. your protests about sylus’ presence in your room quickly die out as you grapple with the last threads of your self control.

“what are you waiting for? go on. take your fill.”

sylus sways his hand slightly, beckoning you closer. your gaze is transfixed on the drop of blood that drips down the side of his hand, landing on the ground in a small splatter. your fangs dig into the plush of your bottom lip and you have to swallow the saliva that’s pooling in your mouth before it can leak down your chin.

you pull your gaze away from his hand to find sylus’ eyes already on you. there is no discomfort or uneasiness to be found in sylus’ expression or demeanor - only a look of expectancy, accentuated by the raise of one of his brows when he sees you searching his face.

your hunger gnaws and gnaws at you and unable to find a trace of apprehension in sylus, your self control completely and finally unravels. you move across the room in a blur, still unused to your newfound speed and nearly topple sylus and yourself over. he grunts upon the sudden impact but manages to remain upright.

there is no room for embarrassment as you feed for the first time since turning. you noisily slurp up the blood from sylus' open wound, quite literally eating out of the palm of his hand. you don't know how long you stay in that position, on your knees, holding sylus' forearm captive in a bruising grip as you eat and eat and eat.

it's only when hunger no claws at your insides that you peer up at sylus through lidded eyes.

“thanks,” you croak - voice rusty from disuse. unable to help yourself, you run your tongue over the lines of his palm once more to lap up any remaining blood before licking your saliva-slick lips.

"full now?" sylus turns his hand, and you lean your cheek into his palm, uncaring of the sticky mess you've made. his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, smearing the mix of blood and saliva that coats your skin.

you hum, the sound akin to a purr.

"yeah." you turn your head to the side, your lips brushing against the center of sylus' palm, along the jagged line of the cut he inflicted upon himself for your sake. an unspoken apology. "thank you, sylus."

his thumb makes another pass over your cheekbone, sweeping away your apology - wholly unneeded and unnecessary in his mind. you clutch at his hand against your face, holding onto sylus as if he's your lifeline.

and maybe now he is.

[itadores]

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.

[itadores]

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.

[itadores]

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.

[itadores]

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.

[itadores]

note: hehehehe i think a first meeting like this w shin would be funny :p

pairing: shin asakura x gn!reader

word count: 1k

tags: gn!reader, implied bi!reader, meet ugly

Working at Sakamoto's Store is a change of pace from what Shin's used to. Gone are the days of putting his life on the line with every hitman assignment he took on, replaced by the humdrum of a simpler life. Now, Shin’s days are filled with hours upon hours of stocking shelves, working the register, and helping the customers that patronize Sakamoto’s Store. It may sound boring to some, but Shin couldn't imagine life differently now that he's had a taste of working and living with the Sakamoto's.

The whoosh of the door being pushed open makes Shin lift his head from where he’s knelt down in front of one of the shelves, busy restocking. Quickly, he places down the instant ramen packages in his hands in their proper spots, straightening them out until he's satisfied with their presentation. He pushes himself up with a slight huff, rubbing his hands down the front of his apron as he rounds the corner into the main aisle of the store.

"Welc—"

The greeting dies on Shin's tongue as he's blindsided by the first thought he reads from the customer who’s just come in. Similar to other patrons, Shin expected you to be thinking of whatever it may be that you came into Sakamoto's Store looking for. He definitely was not expecting the first thought he reads from your mind to be “Not my type.” right as your eyes land on him.

Shin's stunned into momentary silence at being dismissed in such a manner. He's not necessarily offended that he's not your type considering you're a complete stranger, but he wasn't expecting to be written off like that with only one glance.

You tilt your head to the side, brows scrunching together in confusion at Shin's prolonged silence and his continued staring. He quickly clears his throat, trying to recover from being caught off guard.

“Welcome in! Let me know if you need any help finding anything," Shin says with a smile that's tight around the edges.

You nod your head in acknowledgment.

"Thank you," you quietly say before you're gone from Shin's view, disappearing between the shelves.

Shin exhales, relieved to be free of the awkwardness of his interaction with you. Once he's sure that you don't require any immediate assistance, he returns to where he was before you came into the store, continuing with his restock of the instant ramen section. He makes quick work of the task, taking a step back to admire his work when Lu enters the main body of the store from the break room in the back.

"Where were you?" Shin questions, irritation slipping into his voice. He turns to confront Lu, who only yawns at him.

"In the break room," She answers, stretching her arms above her head before letting them roughly drop down by her side.

Shin glances at the clock hanging high above the register near where Mr. Sakamoto sits with a newspaper in hand.

"For half an hour? Were you taking a nap or something?" Shin accuses.

"No," Lu immediately denies, folding her arms over her chest defensively.

"You know I can tell when you're lying, right?"

Lu shakes her hand above her head as if she can shoo Shin away like a fly. "Get out of my head!" she loudly exclaims.

"Stop thinking so loud then." Shin rolls his eyes. "Anyways, since you're so well-rested now, why don't you get back to work?"

"You're not my boss," Lu childishly retorts, but she still makes her way over to the food warmer, checking on the store's stock of meat buns. Mr. Sakamoto doesn't bat an eye at Shin and Lu's bickering, continuing to quietly read his newspaper.

Shin can hear your footsteps growing closer and turns around to face you. In your hands are a bag of chips, trail mix, and a bottle of sparkling water.

"Ready to check out?" Shin politely asks.

You nod.

Shin walks towards the front of the store and you follow suit, waiting in front of the counter as Shin slides behind where Mr. Sakamoto is sitting to stand behind the register. You set your items down on the counter, eyes drifting to Mr. Sakamoto.

Out of habit, Shin hazards another read of your mind. The word "Cute." pops up in your thoughts accompanied by an image of a seal plushie as you look at Mr. Sakamoto.

Cute is definitely not the word Shin would use to describe Mr. Sakamoto. Highly skilled. Cool. Fearsome. Those are only a few of many words that Shin would use to describe how great Mr. Sakamoto is, not only as an assassin but as a person in general. Cute is nowhere near Shin's descriptors of Mr. Sakamoto.

Your eyes wander further down to Lu, who's standing near the food warmer at the end of the counter.

"She's pretty."

Shin jerks his head up from scanning your items, eyes widening as they dart frantically between you and Lu. You think Lu, of all people, is pretty? Sure, Shin doesn't think she's ugly by any means besides her personality sometimes, but it's a struggle for him to think that anybody could find Lu attractive. There's Wutang, he guesses, but that guy's an odd one.

Wait. How can you think that Lu is pretty and Mr. Sakamoto is cute while Shin is just "not your type"?

"How much do I owe?"

Shin's eyes stop darting and land on your face, an expectant look pasted onto your features.

Right, Shin is helping you check out right now. He shouldn't get so caught up in his thoughts while he's on the clock. He quickly adds up the cost of each of your items in his head.

"Your total is ¥700."

You pull out a coin purse from your pocket, sifting through your money as you find the exact amount you need. You place the coins into Shin's open palm, and he pushes your items across the counter, closer to you.

"Thank you," you say, giving him a small smile before scooping up your snacks and drink into your arms.

"You're welcome! Have a nice day!" Shin politely says, nodding his head at you and watching as you leave.

He gives your mind one last read as you exit the store.

"He was kind of strange."

[itadores]

note: hehehehe i think a first meeting like this w shin would be funny :p

pairing: shin asakura x gn!reader

word count: 1k

tags: gn!reader, implied bi!reader, meet ugly

Working at Sakamoto's Store is a change of pace from what Shin's used to. Gone are the days of putting his life on the line with every hitman assignment he took on, replaced by the humdrum of a simpler life. Now, Shin’s days are filled with hours upon hours of stocking shelves, working the register, and helping the customers that patronize Sakamoto’s Store. It may sound boring to some, but Shin couldn't imagine life differently now that he's had a taste of working and living with the Sakamoto's.

The whoosh of the door being pushed open makes Shin lift his head from where he’s knelt down in front of one of the shelves, busy restocking. Quickly, he places down the instant ramen packages in his hands in their proper spots, straightening them out until he's satisfied with their presentation. He pushes himself up with a slight huff, rubbing his hands down the front of his apron as he rounds the corner into the main aisle of the store.

"Welc—"

The greeting dies on Shin's tongue as he's blindsided by the first thought he reads from the customer who’s just come in. Similar to other patrons, Shin expected you to be thinking of whatever it may be that you came into Sakamoto's Store looking for. He definitely was not expecting the first thought he reads from your mind to be “Not my type.” right as your eyes land on him.

Shin's stunned into momentary silence at being dismissed in such a manner. He's not necessarily offended that he's not your type considering you're a complete stranger, but he wasn't expecting to be written off like that with only one glance.

You tilt your head to the side, brows scrunching together in confusion at Shin's prolonged silence and his continued staring. He quickly clears his throat, trying to recover from being caught off guard.

“Welcome in! Let me know if you need any help finding anything," Shin says with a smile that's tight around the edges.

You nod your head in acknowledgment.

"Thank you," you quietly say before you're gone from Shin's view, disappearing between the shelves.

Shin exhales, relieved to be free of the awkwardness of his interaction with you. Once he's sure that you don't require any immediate assistance, he returns to where he was before you came into the store, continuing with his restock of the instant ramen section. He makes quick work of the task, taking a step back to admire his work when Lu enters the main body of the store from the break room in the back.

"Where were you?" Shin questions, irritation slipping into his voice. He turns to confront Lu, who only yawns at him.

"In the break room," She answers, stretching her arms above her head before letting them roughly drop down by her side.

Shin glances at the clock hanging high above the register near where Mr. Sakamoto sits with a newspaper in hand.

"For half an hour? Were you taking a nap or something?" Shin accuses.

"No," Lu immediately denies, folding her arms over her chest defensively.

"You know I can tell when you're lying, right?"

Lu shakes her hand above her head as if she can shoo Shin away like a fly. "Get out of my head!" she loudly exclaims.

"Stop thinking so loud then." Shin rolls his eyes. "Anyways, since you're so well-rested now, why don't you get back to work?"

"You're not my boss," Lu childishly retorts, but she still makes her way over to the food warmer, checking on the store's stock of meat buns. Mr. Sakamoto doesn't bat an eye at Shin and Lu's bickering, continuing to quietly read his newspaper.

Shin can hear your footsteps growing closer and turns around to face you. In your hands are a bag of chips, trail mix, and a bottle of sparkling water.

"Ready to check out?" Shin politely asks.

You nod.

Shin walks towards the front of the store and you follow suit, waiting in front of the counter as Shin slides behind where Mr. Sakamoto is sitting to stand behind the register. You set your items down on the counter, eyes drifting to Mr. Sakamoto.

Out of habit, Shin hazards another read of your mind. The word "Cute." pops up in your thoughts accompanied by an image of a seal plushie as you look at Mr. Sakamoto.

Cute is definitely not the word Shin would use to describe Mr. Sakamoto. Highly skilled. Cool. Fearsome. Those are only a few of many words that Shin would use to describe how great Mr. Sakamoto is, not only as an assassin but as a person in general. Cute is nowhere near Shin's descriptors of Mr. Sakamoto.

Your eyes wander further down to Lu, who's standing near the food warmer at the end of the counter.

"She's pretty."

Shin jerks his head up from scanning your items, eyes widening as they dart frantically between you and Lu. You think Lu, of all people, is pretty? Sure, Shin doesn't think she's ugly by any means besides her personality sometimes, but it's a struggle for him to think that anybody could find Lu attractive. There's Wutang, he guesses, but that guy's an odd one.

Wait. How can you think that Lu is pretty and Mr. Sakamoto is cute while Shin is just "not your type"?

"How much do I owe?"

Shin's eyes stop darting and land on your face, an expectant look pasted onto your features.

Right, Shin is helping you check out right now. He shouldn't get so caught up in his thoughts while he's on the clock. He quickly adds up the cost of each of your items in his head.

"Your total is ¥700."

You pull out a coin purse from your pocket, sifting through your money as you find the exact amount you need. You place the coins into Shin's open palm, and he pushes your items across the counter, closer to you.

"Thank you," you say, giving him a small smile before scooping up your snacks and drink into your arms.

"You're welcome! Have a nice day!" Shin politely says, nodding his head at you and watching as you leave.

He gives your mind one last read as you exit the store.

"He was kind of strange."

[itadores]

note: hehehehe i think a first meeting like this w shin would be funny :p

pairing: shin asakura x gn!reader

word count: 1k

tags: gn!reader, implied bi!reader, meet ugly

Working at Sakamoto's Store is a change of pace from what Shin's used to. Gone are the days of putting his life on the line with every hitman assignment he took on, replaced by the humdrum of a simpler life. Now, Shin’s days are filled with hours upon hours of stocking shelves, working the register, and helping the customers that patronize Sakamoto’s Store. It may sound boring to some, but Shin couldn't imagine life differently now that he's had a taste of working and living with the Sakamoto's.

The whoosh of the door being pushed open makes Shin lift his head from where he’s knelt down in front of one of the shelves, busy restocking. Quickly, he places down the instant ramen packages in his hands in their proper spots, straightening them out until he's satisfied with their presentation. He pushes himself up with a slight huff, rubbing his hands down the front of his apron as he rounds the corner into the main aisle of the store.

"Welc—"

The greeting dies on Shin's tongue as he's blindsided by the first thought he reads from the customer who’s just come in. Similar to other patrons, Shin expected you to be thinking of whatever it may be that you came into Sakamoto's Store looking for. He definitely was not expecting the first thought he reads from your mind to be “Not my type.” right as your eyes land on him.

Shin's stunned into momentary silence at being dismissed in such a manner. He's not necessarily offended that he's not your type considering you're a complete stranger, but he wasn't expecting to be written off like that with only one glance.

You tilt your head to the side, brows scrunching together in confusion at Shin's prolonged silence and his continued staring. He quickly clears his throat, trying to recover from being caught off guard.

“Welcome in! Let me know if you need any help finding anything," Shin says with a smile that's tight around the edges.

You nod your head in acknowledgment.

"Thank you," you quietly say before you're gone from Shin's view, disappearing between the shelves.

Shin exhales, relieved to be free of the awkwardness of his interaction with you. Once he's sure that you don't require any immediate assistance, he returns to where he was before you came into the store, continuing with his restock of the instant ramen section. He makes quick work of the task, taking a step back to admire his work when Lu enters the main body of the store from the break room in the back.

"Where were you?" Shin questions, irritation slipping into his voice. He turns to confront Lu, who only yawns at him.

"In the break room," She answers, stretching her arms above her head before letting them roughly drop down by her side.

Shin glances at the clock hanging high above the register near where Mr. Sakamoto sits with a newspaper in hand.

"For half an hour? Were you taking a nap or something?" Shin accuses.

"No," Lu immediately denies, folding her arms over her chest defensively.

"You know I can tell when you're lying, right?"

Lu shakes her hand above her head as if she can shoo Shin away like a fly. "Get out of my head!" she loudly exclaims.

"Stop thinking so loud then." Shin rolls his eyes. "Anyways, since you're so well-rested now, why don't you get back to work?"

"You're not my boss," Lu childishly retorts, but she still makes her way over to the food warmer, checking on the store's stock of meat buns. Mr. Sakamoto doesn't bat an eye at Shin and Lu's bickering, continuing to quietly read his newspaper.

Shin can hear your footsteps growing closer and turns around to face you. In your hands are a bag of chips, trail mix, and a bottle of sparkling water.

"Ready to check out?" Shin politely asks.

You nod.

Shin walks towards the front of the store and you follow suit, waiting in front of the counter as Shin slides behind where Mr. Sakamoto is sitting to stand behind the register. You set your items down on the counter, eyes drifting to Mr. Sakamoto.

Out of habit, Shin hazards another read of your mind. The word "Cute." pops up in your thoughts accompanied by an image of a seal plushie as you look at Mr. Sakamoto.

Cute is definitely not the word Shin would use to describe Mr. Sakamoto. Highly skilled. Cool. Fearsome. Those are only a few of many words that Shin would use to describe how great Mr. Sakamoto is, not only as an assassin but as a person in general. Cute is nowhere near Shin's descriptors of Mr. Sakamoto.

Your eyes wander further down to Lu, who's standing near the food warmer at the end of the counter.

"She's pretty."

Shin jerks his head up from scanning your items, eyes widening as they dart frantically between you and Lu. You think Lu, of all people, is pretty? Sure, Shin doesn't think she's ugly by any means besides her personality sometimes, but it's a struggle for him to think that anybody could find Lu attractive. There's Wutang, he guesses, but that guy's an odd one.

Wait. How can you think that Lu is pretty and Mr. Sakamoto is cute while Shin is just "not your type"?

"How much do I owe?"

Shin's eyes stop darting and land on your face, an expectant look pasted onto your features.

Right, Shin is helping you check out right now. He shouldn't get so caught up in his thoughts while he's on the clock. He quickly adds up the cost of each of your items in his head.

"Your total is ¥700."

You pull out a coin purse from your pocket, sifting through your money as you find the exact amount you need. You place the coins into Shin's open palm, and he pushes your items across the counter, closer to you.

"Thank you," you say, giving him a small smile before scooping up your snacks and drink into your arms.

"You're welcome! Have a nice day!" Shin politely says, nodding his head at you and watching as you leave.

He gives your mind one last read as you exit the store.

"He was kind of strange."

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Shin thinks that Heisuke's thoughts are nonsense. They border on incomprehensible, complete and utter gibberish, if Shin doesn't use the utmost mental effort to decipher the poorly drawn images that litter Heisuke's brain. Shin's opinion only solidifies after Heisuke starts dating you.

Now when Shin reads Heisuke's mind, his thoughts, more often than not, are littered with chibi images of you and the sniper. Shin's not sure what to make of most of the scenes painted in Heisuke's mind, but from what Shin can gather, it's things typical of couples — hand holding, hugging, going on dates, and what not. Shin doesn't care what Heisuke thinks of, but there's a time and a place for such thoughts. When you're in the middle of dealing with assassins who are trying to kill you is not the time nor place.

"Heisuke, focus! Stop thinking of your partner for once!" Shin pokes his head out from around a corner and shouts at Heisuke, who's stationed on a nearby rooftop. Shin lowly curses when a bullet nearly grazes the shell of his ear, quickly withdrawing behind the wall where he's taken cover.

"My bad, yo! I'll focus up now!" Heisuke yells back, yelping when a bullet whizzes past him. He scoops up his rifle, Piisuke soaring ahead, as he runs off the rooftop to find a new sniping spot now that his location has been blown.

Shin gives Heisuke's mind another read as the latter is on the move. A vein in Shin’s forehead becomes pronounced, the blood vessel nearly threatening to burst. Although Heisuke's thoughts are now centered on their problem at hand, crude drawings of the two of you still remain around the edges of his mind.

Shin just sighs. He admits defeat. It's a losing battle trying to get you off Heisuke's mind.

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