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leahrintarou · 3 months ago

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Hi, I have a request for Tendou, if you don't mind?

I was thinking about a game where all the boys (karasuno, shiratorizawa, Nekoma, etc..) are just practicing together and well, there's a lot of hot guys there, and the reader is interested in Tendou, and he doesn't believe it, because, well, why would anyone be interested in him with that many hotshots around??

Sorry if it's too specific, but I just want Tendou to feel loved and wanted like he deserves ♡

⊹ ࣪ ˖ AGAINST ALL ODDS - satori tendou

synopsis: in which tendou's doubts for your reciprocated feelings are heightened when rival schools show up for a few practice matches. warnings: swearing, fluff, tendou doubts himself, friends to lovers, they're cutie patooties, small kisses, she/her pronouns, wc; 1.0k an: hellooo! tysm for requesting :] i really hope you enjoy <3 its not too specific at all. i appreciate u explaining everything! (i love tendou sm omg)

shiratorizawa’s gym was buzzing with energy. karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani were visiting for a practice match, and the court was packed with some of the best players around. tendou didn’t mind the competition—he thrived on it—but the moment y/n stepped into the gym, his mood took a hit.

she had just finished class, her usual routine bringing her here to say hi to the team. but today, she wasn’t just saying hi to them—she was surrounded by a sea of attractive, athletic guys from other schools.

tendou kept up his usual act, grinning and throwing out playful remarks, but a dull weight settled in his chest. he had a crush on her—a big one—but what were the odds she’d be interested in him when guys like kuroo, bokuto, and kageyama were standing right there?

ushijima, never one for social cues, took it upon himself to introduce her.

“this is y/n. she visits often.”

bokuto lit up. “ohhh! she’s cute!”

yaku elbowed him. “dude, you can’t just say that out loud.”

“what? it’s a fact.”

y/n just laughed, shaking her head. “nice to meet you guys.”

her gaze drifted across the room until it landed on tendou. without hesitation, she walked up to him, arms outstretched.

“hey, satori.”

tendou barely had time to react before she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. he tensed for half a second, then relaxed, arms winding around her.

his brain short-circuited. was this normal? did she hug everyone like this?

when she pulled back, she smiled up at him. “you mind if i stay to watch?”

tendou smirked, slipping back into his usual teasing. “watch the game or the guys playing?”

she rolled her eyes. “to watch a guy play. singular person.”

his stomach flipped, but he quickly shut it down. no way she meant him. it had to be one of the other guys.

“ohhh, mysterious.” he wiggled his fingers dramatically. “should i be jealous?”

“maybe,” she said lightly.

he laughed it off, but something about her tone made his chest feel weird. she wasn’t looking at anyone else. just him.

as the matches started, tendou kept stealing glances at the bleachers where y/n sat. she was talking to yaku at first, then fukurodani’s manager, then lev. but every time he looked her way, her eyes were already on him.

sometimes, she smiled. sometimes, she looked amused, probably at something dumb he did. other times, her gaze held something softer, something that made his heart stutter.

but tendou was tendou, and he overthought everything.

coincidence, he told himself. 'she’s probably just watching the match. i mean, i’m on the court, obviously she’ll look sometimes.'

but the more it happened, the harder it was to ignore.

semi noticed first. during a quick break, he handed tendou a water bottle and smirked.

“y/n hasn’t taken her eyes off you since we started.”

tendou almost dropped the bottle. “huh?”

“she’s literally staring at you.”

tendou scoffed. “nah, she’s watching the game.”

“no, dumbass. you.”

tendou opened his mouth to argue, but semi grabbed his shoulders and physically turned him toward the bleachers.

y/n was still looking at him. the second their eyes met, she smiled.

his brain short-circuited again.

semi patted his back. “you’re hopeless.”

ushijima, ever direct, added, “y/n is interested in you. it’s obvious.”

tendou shook his head, taking a long drink of water. “nah. impossible.”

shirabu groaned. “holy shit, you’re an idiot.”

by the end of the night, shiratorizawa had won their match. as the teams wrapped up and started heading toward the train station, tendou walked alongside y/n at the very back of the group.

he draped an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close in a lazy side hug. “man, did you see that one block i got? beautiful, right?”

y/n hummed. “mmhm. very nice.”

“only nice? ouch. my feelings.”

“okay, very nice.”

he grinned. “that’s more like it.”

a comfortable silence settled between them as they walked. tendou kept his gaze ahead, but he felt y/n shift beside him.

then, he felt her eyes on him.

he didn’t turn his head, but he glanced to the side, meeting her gaze.

she was looking at him with that same warmth from earlier. the kind that made his stomach twist in ways he didn’t fully understand.

he smiled. “what’s up?”

y/n tilted her head slightly, a small smile playing at her lips.

“…nothing.”

but the way she looked at him said everything.

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the train station was bustling with movement, players splitting off in different directions as they caught their respective trains home. tendou and y/n walked side by side, his arm still draped loosely over her shoulders, the warmth of the moment lingering.

but as they reached the spot where they had to part ways, tendou sighed dramatically, letting his arm slip away.

"tragic," he muttered. "our journey ends here."

y/n snorted. "you're so dramatic."

semi, who was a few feet away, glanced over. "hurry up, y/n. i’m not waiting all night."

ushijima, standing next to tendou, was already talking about their next match, his voice calm and steady. tendou tried to focus, but then—

y/n leaned in, pressing a soft peck to his cheek.

his entire brain short-circuited.

“bye, satori,” she murmured, stepping back before he could process what just happened.

his mouth opened, then closed. his face felt hot. he blinked rapidly, trying to reboot his system.

before she could fully turn away, his body moved on instinct. he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head, pulling her into a brief but tight hug.

“b-bye, y/n,” he stammered.

she grinned against his chest, then pulled away, jogging over to semi without another word.

tendou stood frozen for a second, watching her go, his heart pounding. ushijima, unbothered as ever, continued talking.

“…tendou?”

“huh?” he snapped back to reality.

“are you listening?”

“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “just… processing.”

ushijima gave him a slow, assessing look. “…you should walk faster. you are moving very slowly.”

tendou groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he started walking again.

yeah. he was definitely gonna need some time to process this. afterall, the seemingly impossible, just became his reality.

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leahrintarou · 4 months ago

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JUST IN CASE - tomura shigaraki

synopsis: you join the league and end up caring for shigaraki more than you or even he expected. warnings: mentions of blood from scratching, shigaraki dealing with his quirk, y/n being a sweetheart, and fluff. word count: 2.8k an: hello :) this was a request through my inbox so i hope you enjoy! (first time writing for shigaraki too so i hope i didn't make him too far off from how he's perceived within the fandom).

dabi brought her to the hideout like a stray cat dragging in trouble. she bounced in with a lopsided grin, hands shoved in her pockets, eyes flitting around like she was just happy to be there. her leather jacket was scuffed, her knuckles bruised, but she didn’t seem to care, humming some offbeat tune under her breath like she hadn’t just walked into a den of villains.

“she’s with me,” dabi said, lighting a cigarette like that was all the explanation needed.

shigaraki stared, fingers twitching, red eyes flicking over her like he could peel her apart layer by layer. she didn’t flinch under his gaze, just tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. most people squirmed when he looked at them too long, but she just rocked back on her heels, whistling quietly while waiting for his verdict.

“fine,” he muttered, turning away. he didn’t care who dabi dragged in as long as she pulled her weight and didn’t get in his way.

and she did pull her weight. maybe too well. she was quick and clever, a little reckless but always landing on her feet. she never complained, even when the jobs got messy, laughing off bruises and bloody knuckles like it was all part of the fun. she kept people at a distance with jokes and easy smiles, but when she thought no one was looking, her sharp edges softened. shigaraki noticed — he always noticed. the way she’d quietly patch someone up after a mission, how she’d leave stolen snacks in people’s rooms, even the way she lingered when someone looked like they needed an extra pair of hands.

she did the same thing with him, which pissed him off more than he liked to admit. she watched him. not in the way people usually did, with fear or judgment or barely hidden disgust. she watched him like she cared, her gaze lingering on his hands, the way he scratched at his skin until it bled, the way he curled in on himself when the itch got too unbearable.

it grated on his nerves, but he never told her to stop.

one night, after a job went south and the rest of the league was licking their wounds, she tossed something at him. he caught it without thinking, his fingers curling around a small plastic container.

“what’s this?” he asked, squinting at the label.

“ointment,” she said, flopping onto the couch beside him like it was her favorite spot. “for your skin.”

he stared at the container, then at her. “i don’t need charity.”

“it’s not charity. i stole it.” she smirked, stretching her legs across the coffee table like she owned the place. “it’ll help, though. after the itch burns out.”

his fingers twitched, nails scraping over scaly patches of skin along his neck. “the itch is my quirk,” he muttered. “it’s not... normal. it’s part of me.”

“i know.” she shrugged, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve. “but it probably still hurts.”

he hated how easily she said that. like it was obvious. like it mattered. no one had ever cared if he hurt. even he didn’t care most of the time — it was just how things were. the constant ache, the burning, the endless scratching. it was just background noise at this point, something he’d learned to live with.

he turned the container over in his hands, rubbing his thumb along the lid. it was a plain, boring drugstore brand, the kind of thing people picked up without thinking twice. he’d passed by shelves of it before, too focused on his own misery to bother trying anything. it wouldn’t work, he told himself. why would it?

but she’d bothered. she’d stolen it — risked getting caught, getting arrested, getting dragged back to whatever hole they’d all crawled out of — for him.

and he couldn’t figure out why.

shigaraki stuffed the ointment in his pocket, scowling. “whatever,” he muttered, pushing himself off the couch and retreating to his room without another word.

he tried to ignore it. tossed the container on his nightstand and glared at it like it had personally offended him. he dug his nails into his arm, scratching until his skin split and his fingers came away bloody. the itch burned through him like wildfire, relentless and consuming, and he told himself it didn’t matter.

but then he looked at the container again.

he waited until the hideout was quiet, until he was sure everyone else was asleep. then, with shaky fingers, he unscrewed the lid and scooped out a tiny amount, rubbing it along the rawest patches of his skin.

the relief was instant, a cool, soothing sensation spreading across his arms. it didn’t erase the itch completely — nothing could — but it dulled the sharpest edges of it, made the ache a little less unbearable. he sat there for a long time, just staring at his hands, trying to understand why she’d cared enough to do this for him.

the next morning, he found her in the kitchen, poking at a half-eaten piece of toast. she raised a brow when she saw him, waiting for him to say something.

he didn’t. just lingered by the doorway, fingers twitching, unsure of what he even wanted to say.

eventually, she broke the silence. “did it help?”

he hated how hopeful she sounded. like she actually cared.

“a little,” he muttered, barely above a whisper.

she smiled, and something twisted painfully in his chest. “good.”

shigaraki didn’t thank her. he couldn’t. the words got caught in his throat, choking him, too foreign to say out loud. but later, when they were gearing up for another job, he slipped the ointment into his pocket. just in case.

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leahrintarou · 4 months ago

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✬ HOUSEMATES W/ DABI

synopsis: you and dabi are housemates. warnings: swearing, gender neutral reader, dabi being a pain in the ass but also a little sweet. an: hiii :D i hope you enjoy reading. i thought of this last minute and forced my brain to conjure up some silly texts :3

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leahrintarou · 4 months ago

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🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 45 🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ (pt.2)

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y/n trudged into the apartment, exhausted from a long day of motocross. she dropped her gear onto the floor, kicking off her boots and letting out a deep sigh. "i'm going to take a shower," she announced, already heading towards the bathroom.

suna, who had been waiting for her all day, looked up from his hands as he placed his motorcycle gloves on the kitchen counter, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "already?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of impatience.

y/n turned to face him, a small smile on her lips. "i'm filthy, suna. i need to wash off the sweat and dirt from today's ride."

suna nodded, but his eyes betrayed his restlessness. he wasn't used to waiting, and y/n's insistence on showering first was testing his patience. "okay, okay. take your time," he said, trying to sound casual despite the growing tension in his body.

y/n smiled and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. suna let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. he walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip. but as the minutes ticked by, his impatience grew. he couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed to be close to y/n, to touch her and hold her.

less than 8 minutes had passed since y/n had stepped into the shower, but suna couldn't wait any longer. he walked over to the bathroom door, his heart pounding in his chest. "sweetheart?" he called out, his voice low and husky.

"yeah?" y/n's voice was muffled by the sound of the water.

suna took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to grasp the door handle. "how much longer are you going to take?" he questioned, his free hand brushing over his tent at the sound of her voice. "rin, it hasn't even been that long." he could hear her humorous tone. he couldn’t even reply so when the silence lingered, y/n called his name and it was followed with a quiet. "you can join me if you want."

suna's heart skipped a beat as he pushed open the door and stepped into the bathroom. the warm air enveloped him, and he was immediately hit with the sight of y/n, her body glistening with water, and the steam creating a blurred cast.

suna removed his clothes before sliding the glass door and entering the shower behind y/n. his fingers were cold when they met with her hips and y/n flinched just a bit. his lips met with her nape and then trailed to her shoulder as his hand wrapped around her middle. "why have you been so impatient today. that's not like you." y/n questioned, genuine curiosity in her voice as she shuttered a bit when suna’s fingers slid down to her lower abdomen.

"i just missed you."

"but we've been together almost everyday recently." she smiled, looking over her shoulder to meet suna's lowered gaze. "exactly. almost everyday."

his hand trailed even lower and the second the pads of his fingers circled her bud, her back pressed against his chest. a smile presented itself onto his lips and he pulled his hand away, making y/n turn around to face him. he firmly grabbed her jaw and pulled her lips to his own while y/n reached for his growing length.

their bodies were pressed close as the kiss deepened, each movement charged with desire. suna’s hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her even closer, while y/n’s fingers moved with purpose, gripping his length and slowly moving her hand against him.

the warmth of the water mixed with the heat between them, creating a space where nothing else existed but their connection.

his lips were on hers again, softer this time, more desperate as if he couldn't wait another second to feel her. y/n responded eagerly, her hands moving up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. suna’s breathing became ragged, his fingertips brushing her skin, as if memorizing every inch of her body, savoring the feel of her against him.

the sound of water pouring down around them seemed distant, as if the world had disappeared. it was just the two of them, wrapped in each other, the urgency of their touches telling a story that words couldn't. suna pulled away slightly, his breath hot against her lips. "you’re killing me," he muttered, his voice thick with longing.

y/n’s eyes were half-lidded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "what do you want, rin? tell me."

that's when he wrapped his own hand around y/n's, quickening her pace since the slowness of it was doing more harm than good. his moan fell into their shared kiss, making y/n smile against him. suna's voice was something she could never get tired of hearing but his moans were on another level. his breathing hitched and his voice broke as he muttered her name.

"keep going, please, sweetheart." he voiced, his hand still wrapped around y/n's but no longer dominating their movements. y/n pulled away from their kiss, looking down to watch the sight below them. suna's toned abdomen tensed when her grip tightened just a bit and he leaned his head down, forehead meeting her shoulder as he trailed kisses across her chest. his voice was raspy has his moans came out in huffed breaths.

y/n knew that suna was holding back all day because it was obvious in his attitude, expressions, and physical touch. but in his current state, she knew that this was something that he'd been keeping quiet about for days now. he was more vulnerable now than ever when it came to intimacy. though, why he decided to keep it to himself was still a mystery to her.

he moved back up to her neck and them pressed a long kiss to her lips as his high approached. his hand gripped her waist tightly while the other slowed y/n's movements as his pleasure-filled sounds bounced off of the shower walls. "feel good?" y/n questioned. the water from the shower made suna's eyelashes more visible and bold so when he looked down at y/n with a low gaze, she felt her stomach flip. "yeah." he muttered before pulling away. he shifted to turn the shower off and just as y/n was about to slide the door open, suna gripped her waist tightly.

"not yet."

"what's wrong?" y/n was a bit confused, but when suna's knees met the floor of the shower, her thoughts immediately clicked. "you expected me to be satisfied by that alone?"

"sorta..." her voice felt small as her mind raced with thought after thought. she was as nervous as she was eager and she couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why. suna's arms wrapped around her thighs, his grip firm on the inner part of her flesh as his lips hovered over her bud. his warm breath fanned the sensitive skin as he met her eyes, watching her reaction which his lips clasped around her bud.

as his lips wrapped around her, y/n's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back against the shower wall. the sensation was almost too much to bear, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. suna's grip on her thighs tightened, holding her in place as he began to move his lips and tongue in a gentle, teasing rhythm.

y/n's hands instinctively went to his hair, her fingers tangling in the wet strands as she pulled him closer. the water from the shower had stopped, but the air was still thick with steam, and the warmth of the small space seemed to close in around them. suna's eyes never left hers, watching as her face contorted in pleasure, her lips parting slightly as she struggled to catch her breath.

his tongue danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine, and y/n felt herself getting lost in the sensation. she was aware of nothing else except the feeling of suna's lips and tongue on her, the gentle suction and the soft whispers of breath against her skin. it was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was this moment, this feeling, and the two of them, lost in their own little world.

suna's hands moved up her thighs, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. his lips moved faster, his tongue probing deeper, and y/n felt herself building towards a crescendo. she was aware of her own moans, the sound echoing off the shower walls, but she couldn't help herself. she was lost in the sensation, lost in suna's touch, and lost in the moment.

and then, just as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped. suna's lips released her, and he looked up at her, his eyes searching hers. y/n's chest was heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and she felt like she was drowning in the depths of his gaze. "you okay?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, and y/n nodded, her voice caught in her throat.

suna's face was inches from hers, his eyes burning with intensity, and y/n felt like she was melting into his gaze. she was aware of nothing else except the two of them, suspended in this moment, this feeling, and this desire that seemed to consume them both. and then, without another word, suna stood up, his arms wrapping around her waist, and he lifted her up, carrying her out of the shower.

y/n felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. she had no idea what he had planned, but the way he was looking at her, with an intensity that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment, made her feel like she was in for a wild ride.

he walked into his bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamps casting a warm light over the room. the bed, with its crisp white sheets and plush comforter, seemed to beckon them, and suna didn't hesitate. he laid her down on the bed, his hands gentle as he positioned her exactly where he wanted her.

y/n felt a shiver run down her spine as suna's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze lingering on her breasts, her waist, and her thighs. she was aware of her own nakedness, but with suna looking at her like that, she felt no shame, only a deep sense of desire.

suna's hands began to explore her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the softness of her thighs. y/n felt her breath catch in her throat as his touch sent sparks of pleasure through her body. she was already sensitive from the shower, and suna's gentle probing was pushing her closer to the edge.

and then, without warning, suna's head dipped between her thighs, his tongue tracing a path of fire over her skin. y/n's eyes flew open, her hands grasping for the sheets as she felt herself being pulled under. "rin-" her voice came out in a desperate whine. suna's tongue was like nothing she had ever experienced before - it was as if he had a map of her body, and he knew exactly where to touch, exactly where to lick, and exactly where to suck.

y/n's moans filled the room, her body arching off the bed as suna's tongue danced across her skin. she felt herself building towards a crescendo, her pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until she thought she would explode. "god- your taste is so addictive, pretty."

and then, just as she was about to feel that sense of bliss, suna's fingers slipped inside her, his gentle probing sending her over the edge. "show me how good you're feeling, sweetheart." y/n's body convulsed, her muscles contracting as she felt herself being pulled apart and put back together again. she was aware of suna's tongue, still licking and sucking, and his fingers, still moving inside her, but it was all distant, muffled by the roar of pleasure that was consuming her.

as she came down from her high, y/n felt suna's lips on hers, his kiss gentle and soothing as his prodding fingers slowed slightly. she was aware of his eyes, looking into hers, and his free arm still wrapped around her waist. she felt safe, protected, and she knew that she would never forget this moment, this feeling, and this desire that seemed to consume them both. "fucked out or do you wanna give me one more of those?"

"y-yeah just give me a few sec-"

his fingers picked up the pace and y/n struggled to form the rest of her sentence. suna smiled at the sight and when y/n reached for his wrist, all he did was interlock his fingers with hers before holding her hand down firmly against the bed. "i need you for just a bit longer. I'm sure you don't have a problem with that, right, pretty?" he smiled, feeling her clench around his fingers.

and for the countless time tonight, another moan could be heard from her when his tongue was once again laid flat against y/n's core.

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leahrintarou · 4 months ago

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heyyy!!! i've read through most of your writing and i'm legit obsessed. i know it says your not doing requests rn so if you end up doing this in like a year i don't really mind. could you do fwb for a fem!reader with yuji or some other jjk character? sfw or nsfw or suggestive i don't care, but that would be so cute!!

❀ FWB W/ YUJI ITADORI

synopsis: fwb with yuji, but you both catch feelings despite your promise not to. warnings: college au, barely suggestive, fluff, she/her pronouns, yuji being a cutie pie, "you up?" lol, 2.3k word count. an: the fact that this was in my inbox for so long and I've never gotten the chance to write it until now. so it was borderline ACTUALLY written a year later lmao. i hope you enjoy regardless :') my reqs are open now tho.

y/n’s phone buzzed against the nightstand, the glow of the screen breaking through the dim light of her room. she didn’t need to check—it was always him this late.

yuji: you up?

she stared at the message for a moment, lips pressed together in something between a smile and a sigh. these nights had become a pattern, one they never talked about in daylight, but neither of them seemed to want to stop. she typed back with one hand, the other resting lazily against her stomach.

y/n: door’s open.

it was an invitation, but it never felt like one. more like a habit. like breathing. she tossed her phone aside and leaned back against the pillows, the faint hum of the city outside her window mixing with the quiet of her dorm room. she tried to act like it was no big deal—like his visits didn’t make her pulse quicken, like she wasn’t already anticipating the sound of his footsteps in the hallway.

when the door finally creaked open after a few long minutes, she didn’t need to look up to know it was him. the soft shuffle of his sneakers being kicked off, the rustling of his hoodie as he peeled it over his head—familiar sounds that had started to feel like home in a way she wasn’t sure she liked.

“you always leave your door unlocked like that?” his voice was low, rough around the edges, like he’d been out in the cool night air for too long.

y/n glanced over, meeting his gaze. his hair was a little messy, strands falling over his forehead, and there was that easy grin tugging at his lips—the one that made it harder to keep this casual.

“yeah. for you,” she teased, though it came out softer than she intended.

he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, eyes dragging over her—bare legs stretched out under the blanket, her oversized shirt slipping just enough to reveal a hint of collarbone. his gaze lingered, but it wasn’t just lust. there was something else. something warmer.

“dangerous habit,” he muttered, but he was already moving toward her, the weight of his steps making the floor creak in that way she’d come to expect.

he sat at the edge of the bed first, like he always did, his thigh brushing against hers through the blanket. his presence was heavy but not suffocating—it was comforting, in that messy, boyish way only yuji could pull off.

“long day?” she asked, her voice quieter now, more familiar.

he nodded, leaning back on his hands, eyes flicking to the ceiling for a moment before settling back on her. “yeah… thought this might help.”

it was honest. it always was with him. that’s what made it hard sometimes.

she shifted closer, the blanket pooling around her waist, their legs barely touching. his eyes dropped to her bare skin, but he didn’t move—not yet. he was waiting, like he always did, for her to close the gap.

her fingers brushed against his, slow, testing. he didn’t pull away. he never did.

“yeah?” she murmured.

his eyes met hers—warm, familiar, but laced with something heavier. “yeah.”

and just like that, the space between them started to disappear.

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the next morning came around and y/n was surprised to feel a weight around her waist. she wasn’t expecting it, but she also didn’t mind it. in fact, she craved it. and that feeling alone made her stomach twist with a deep sense of shame.

yuji’s arm was heavy, draped over her like it belonged there, his chest pressed against her back, warm and steady. his breathing was soft, even, still lost in sleep. she could feel his heartbeat against her spine, and for a moment, she let herself sink into it—let herself enjoy the comfort of his presence without overthinking what it meant.

but it was hard not to.

they promised to keep it casual. no strings, no expectations. just late-night texts and fleeting touches when the weight of their lives became too much. it was supposed to be simple. but the moment he stayed that first night—exhausted from his assignments, passing out before he could pull his clothes back on—that simplicity started to unravel.

it kept happening after that. once turned into twice. twice turned into something like a routine. and now, she woke up more often with him here than without.

it scared her. but it also made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t expected.

she shifted slightly under his arm, trying not to wake him, but he stirred anyway. his hand tightened instinctively around her waist, fingers pressing into the curve of her stomach. he let out a low, sleepy groan, face nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

“n/n… it's too early,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

y/n froze for a second, but then she relaxed, forcing a quiet laugh. “you say that every time.”

he grinned against her skin, eyes still closed. “’cause it’s always true.”

his fingers brushed against her bare skin beneath the hem of her shirt—his shirt, she realized with a flush of heat. sometime during the night, she must’ve grabbed it from the pile of clothes he left here. another bad habit. another line blurred.

she shifted to face him, their noses nearly brushing. his eyes finally cracked open, warm and soft in the early light. there was no teasing smirk this time, no playful comment. just him, looking at her like he was exactly where he wanted to be.

and that was the problem.

“you gotta get up soon?” he asked, voice quieter now.

she shook her head, trying to ignore the way her heart twisted. “nah… you?”

he hesitated, then shrugged. “not really.”

they stayed like that, neither moving, both pretending this wasn’t more than it was.

but it felt like more. it felt like too much.

her chest tightened with the weight of it, but she swallowed it down. because if she said something—if she admitted that maybe she liked waking up next to him, that maybe she liked him more than she should—it would ruin this. whatever this was.

so, she smiled instead, reaching up to brush his messy hair out of his face. “guess you’re stuck with me a little longer then.”

his grin returned, but it was softer this time. “good. i like being stuck with you.”

y/n was used to yuji’s honesty, especially when it came to him expressing his feelings in friendships, but for some reason, she felt like this was different. y/n blamed her exhaustion, blurry brain, and lack of caffeine for these thoughts. yuji was always friendly to pretty much everyone so why would she be an exception? "y/n." yuji's voice sounded as if it faded in and when she looked at his expression of confusion, she realized that he had probably called her name more than once.

"sorry i spaced out."

"i can see that." he laughed teasingly. "are you done spacing out now?"

"probably not, but what's up?" she questioned. yuji was quiet for a moment. very out of the ordinary. there was a nervous smile on his lips and y/n’s anxiety only heightened at his unusual behavior. "i was contemplating last night and i came over here to you to finally make a decision..." he started. y/n could hear her own heartbeat and she hoped that it wasn't loud enough for yuji to hear too. what excuse could she use to give reasoning behind her fast pacing heartbeat?

"which was?" she asked, voice just above a whisper. "i think we should call this whole friends with benefits thing off. not because of you or anything. i just made a shitty mistake that i can't undo no matter how hard i try."

y/n was silent and it felt piercing. what could his reasoning be? what if he caught onto her recent behavior when it came to her interactions with him? extended eye contact, those poor excuses to create physical contact, or even the need to speak to him about anything and everything. he probably reassured her and took the blame to soften the blow of this sudden conversation.

"do you mind telling me what that mistake was?"

yuji sat up, the blanket falling from his body and revealing his bare half. y/n took a glance at him before her eyes darted back up to his eyes. yuji turned away, embarrassment all over his features. "I'd put a shirt on...but.." he smiled nodding towards the shirt that y/n was currently wearing. she would've given it to him in a heartbeat if it weren't for the fact that she wore nothing underneath. "no it's fine. I'm sorry. i can go change into my own and give it back-"

"no, no. seriously its fine. i like when you wear my clothes." he smiled. his words came out with that familiar teasing sounding tone and y/n felt a wave of butterflies in her stomach. "but to answer your question, i kinda sorta broke our no strings attached rule."

y/n felt as if her ears were playing tricks on her but when’s yuji continued, she couldn't deny what was being spoken right in front of her. "i definitely have some strings attached. i know it's sudden and we both agreed to not let it happen but you know..."

y/n’s heart raced as yuji’s words lingered in the air, and for a moment, the room was filled with a heavy silence. she could see the nervousness creeping into his eyes, the way he shifted slightly, as if unsure of himself.

she had always been able to read him, but this time, something was different. something was off. yuji’s usual confidence seemed to be faltering, and it made her hesitate. she wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

“y/n?” he said quietly, voice tinged with uncertainty. his gaze dropped to her lips, then quickly shifted away. “i know this is sudden, and i’m probably messing things up. i get it if you don’t feel the same, but...”

y/n’s breath caught in her throat as she processed his words. did he really think she didn’t feel the same? wasn’t it obvious by now? all the lingering touches, the way her heart fluttered when he was near. but still, a part of her hesitated. did he really want this? or was this just another one of those moments where they both pretended to be okay with the casual thing, despite everything?

she shifted slightly, her body inching closer to him. the tension between them thickened. yuji’s eyes flicked back to hers, and there it was again—self-doubt. he thought she didn’t want him back.

she wanted to kiss him. her body screamed for it. but her mind was still tangled in confusion, in fear of ruining the fragile space they had created. she stayed frozen, her lips parted slightly as she debated whether or not to make the first move.

yuji noticed. he must've seen it in her eyes—the hesitation, the uncertainty—and his face softened with a hint of frustration, but also something deeper. something vulnerable.

“y/n...” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. he reached out, gently cupping her chin to bring her face closer to his. “i told you... i like you. not just as a friend. i’ve liked you for a while now. i wouldn’t have stayed over... i wouldn’t have kept coming back if it was just some casual thing for me.”

her heart skipped a beat. the words he had said, so simple and clear, finally broke through her hesitation. he liked her back. she had been afraid—afraid to be too obvious, afraid to let him see the depth of what she felt. but now, hearing him say it, hearing the sincerity in his voice, it was impossible to deny.

without thinking, y/n leaned in, closing the small gap between them. her lips brushed against his softly at first, testing, as if still unsure. but then yuji’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

it was urgent but soft, and it quickly deepened, growing more desperate with every passing second. his hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer, his body pressing against hers as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

y/n’s breath caught in her throat as she kissed him back, a mix of emotions flooding her—relief, desire, something warmer she hadn’t expected. the kiss was messy, full of unspoken words, and every time she felt him pull away for a breath, he came right back to her, as if there was no place else he wanted to be.

yuji moaned into their kiss, feeling as though it was the first and last time he'd ever get to experience something so exhilarating. she pulled back and yuji practically chased after her lips for a small peck. his eyes found her own and y/n slightly tilted her head to the side.

y/n smiled softly, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw as she looked into his eyes, now filled with the same longing she felt. “you’re not messing this up, yuji," she whispered, her voice a little shaky but filled with certainty. "you were never just some casual thing to me."

yuji’s smile returned, but it was softer, more vulnerable this time. “so... we’re not just friends with benefits anymore, then?”

“no,” she murmured, her lips curling into a small, genuine smile. “not anymore.”

his grin widened at that, a playful spark dancing in his eyes. “good,” he said, leaning in for another kiss, this one slower, but no less filled with all the things they hadn’t said yet.

and this time, y/n didn’t hesitate. she let herself get lost in it. especially when his warm hand snaked underneath her his shirt.

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