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Solid Burns

[ෆ] Solid Burns. "So you're the little freak that's been following Obami-Senpai around," an arrogant second-year huffed, her arms crossed. Aya Matsumoto, one of the spoiled little daddy's girl in the academy who's well known for being bitchy and for leeching off of her mommy's riches.

Matsumoto was accompanied by her two little rats who can only be described as people who made it into top ten plastic surgeries gone wrong; Nakamoto and Ozawa.

[F/n] on the other hand, sat quietly, drinking her apple juice in peace. She barely acknowledge the second-years who were trying their best to humiliate and embarrass her.

"Obami-senpai, is she really one of the people you've been associating with? Seems like a downgrade compared with the people you hang out with. Is she your emotional support goldfish or something?"

The room was silent, a few snickers from the other students, Matsumoto's beauty enhancers cackled and laughed at their queen bee's pathetic attempt of an insult.

[F/n] blinked and turned to the girl with the shitty box-dyed hair. "That's a funny way of saying you're insecure with how replaceable you are!" She smiled.

A pause.

The second-year blinked, "...Excuse me?"

[F/n] smiled and then continued, tone as "innocent" as ever. "I mean, goldfish only has like... What, three seconds of memory? Just like how people forget you the second you're no longer useful to them! But that's fiiine, everyone processes emotional abandonment differently."

She then took a sip of her juice.

"Mine's apple."

Ozawa looked at [F/n], then at Matsumoto, "d-did she just call Aya-chan insecure? Or..."

"She probably means something else, she's a weirdo after all," Nakamoto replied, tugging on Matsumoto's sleeve.

Rin on the other hand kept his gaze on [F/n], a bit surprised with her little comeback. No one caught on, no one really understood what she had meant. Perhaps it's because of her little reputation as the class weirdo.

His smile crept in slowly, brows slightly furrowed. Rin crossed his arms as he watched the lip-filler legion scrambled and walked away.

"That was intentional," Rin spoke, his gaze dropped down to [F/n] who was now once again, chewing on her straw.

She shrugged and flashed an innocent smile, "was it?"

He chuckled, "you're not as dense as you portray you are."

"Well, even a broken teapot whistles sometime."

Well that's one saying from [F/n] that makes sense.

Rin laughed. It wasn't his practiced, polite laugh for the public. But a real genuinely amused one. "I suppose you're right."

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Words of Encouragement

ෆ Words of Encouragement. In a private classroom repurposed for a high–stake gamble. Dim lights. Intense mood. Two players sit across each other at a table, a small crowd gathered, murmuring and observing quietly.

Rin Obami smiled politely at his opponent, cards in hand. He was able to successfully lur his opponent to his set trap, each round calculated to perfection.

He had his polite mask on, tone was soothing, but his mind was just a sharp knife slicing away his opponent's confidence. Just one more play, and he'd win both match and their election chips.

But then—.

"Rin? There you are!"

The crowd turned. Rin's eye twitched.

[F/n] skipped into the room with a warm smile, happy to see Rin, as if she hadn't entered a lion's den. She waved brightly as she walked up next to Rin, hands now behind her back.

"Ahh... [F/n]," Rin said smoothly, though his opponent smirked at the interruption, with the delusion that she might be able to distract Rin from focus, "didn't expect to see you here.

She leaned over the table, looking at his cards with fascination. "Are you winning? You look so serious. Like a really intense pigeon who's constipated."

"... A constipated pigeon?"

"Yeah! You know, all focused and tense, coo coo!"

A bead of sweat formed on Rin's temple.

His opponent stifled a laugh.

Rin's usual smiled tugged on his mouth, a hint of strain behind it. "It's a high–stake match, so—."

"oh no pressure!" She said cheerfully, "even if you lose, it's okay! You're still, like, the brightest carrot in the knife drawer!"

He blinked. "I-... I'm sorry?"

She nodded, a sincere smile on her face, "you know, like, when you shine even if things are stabby."

The crowd was silent, looking at [F/n] with confusion, and maybe a little bit of concern.

Rin's opponent, who was once confident was now confused.

Rin took a deep inhale through his nose, "that's... Very encouraging, thank you."

[F/n] smiled, her smile beaming as if it was a solar light powered by too much sun, "of course! That's what peers are for!"

Lol what the fuck.

And just as suddenly she had appeared, she wandred off to admire something she spotted in the hallway. Rin stared at her, his face expressionless for a few seconds.

Then, he turned back to his opponent.

The guy hesitated.

Rin smiled, sharper now, "you were saying something about having the upper hand?"

They played the next move. Rin crushed him in three turns.

After that, Rin didn't speak of her intrusion. From that day on, he refused to permit anyone to speak during his games—except for her. For some reason.

Her nonsense didn't throw him off. It threw everyone else off.

And Rin Obami never wasted a weapon—especially one as chaotically innocent as [F/n].

At another election gamble, this time, it's a group–based game with several players watching. Rin was sat at a table, his arms crossed and his head tilted, all while he wore his calm, calculating expression—until...

SLAM.

The door flies open, and [F/n] waltz her way in, holding a juice box and three different notebooks that doesn't belong to her.

"Oh! Rin! Hehe, I made it just in time to watch your math!"

He doesn't even correct her.

The other player glanced around, "math..?"

She sits down on a chair besides Rin—uninvited, all while she kicks her feet like a schoolkid waiting for lunch break. "I wanted to be here to support you emotionally and mathematically."

One player raised a brow, "do you-... Do you even know what the game is about?"

"Nop~..! But Rin's playing, so I'm sure that the vibes are ought to be immaculate."

Rin doesn't flinch. Not outwardly.

Inside, he's SCREAMING into the void.

Mid-way through the game, it required a lot of bluffing, number manipulation, and psychological dedication.

Rin's opponent made a risky move, and the whole table was tense.

[F/n] leaned closed to Rin, attempting to whisper but clearly it didn't work, "psst! Don't worry about losing, I know for a fact that you're as sharp as a melted hammer," she smiled.

The room was silent, trying to process her words.

Rin pressed his lips together, nodding slowly, "yep... I'll... I'll keep that in mind."

Later on, when Rin's bluff got called, [F/n] clasped her hands together with a determined look on her face, "no need to worry, I'm sure you'll land butter–side up."

The dealer actually stopped shuffling the cards to look at her.

Rin's lips twitch into a forced smile, "yes... Quite."

His opponents' composure? Gone. He doesn't know if he's losing to Rin or to [F/n]'s messed up sayings.

After the match, Rin barely won. Once everyone left, he looks over to [F/n] who was now chewing the straw from her juice box.

He sighed and shook his head, "you really have no idea what's going on, do you?"

She looked up with grin, "of course I do!"

"... And you just say things like that all the time?"

[F/n] proudly nodded, "duh, gotta keep the morale confusing and the floor emotionally stable."

There was a brief moment of silence before Rin lets out a genuine chuckle, "... You're impossible."

"I get that a lot."

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Naivety Attracts The Fox

ෆ Naivety Attracts The Fox. Rin sat alone at one of the oak tables, fingers laced beneath his chin as he skimmed over an old book. His gaze analyzing and studying the patterns behind the author's writing.

It was quiet, alone, just the way he liked... But then—.

"Do you ever wonder if books breath?"

He blinked once, slowly. The sentence was so absurd, he thought that he had misheard.

Turning his head, he found a girl standing near the bookshelves, holding a thick book in her arms, head tilted with innocent curiosity.

Rin raised an eyebrow, offering a pleasant smile, the same mask he wore around others. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

[F/n] closed the book and stepped closer, uninvited, plopping herself into a chair across from Rin with all the grace of a child entering a storyboard.

"Books, I always thought they kind of breathe, you know? Like, when you open one—woosh!—and it feels like they exhale," she said demonstrating it with the book she's holding.

Rin paused, staring at her. There was no look of mischief in her eyes, no sarcasm or irony. Just... Legitimate sincerity.

He laughed softly, "that's certainly... Imaginative. I've never thought of it that way."

"Oh! Sorry. You look like you were in deep thought. I hope I didn't interrupt world domination or anything."

Rin blinked again. She was serious.

He leaned forward, his chin rested on his hand, a polite smile on his face. "Not at all, though if I were to plan world domination, you might've just compromised the entire operation."

Her eyes widened "oh-... Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin it. Should I... Pretend I didn't hear anything..?"

Rin chuckled. She's ridiculous.

But there was something odly entertaining about her absurdity. Not much talked to him like this. He's either admired or feared, trying to be on his good side. That or they're trying to outplay him.

But this girl? She thought he was a supervillain reading war manuals in the library, still, she chose to sit across from him.

[F/n] stared at the page in front of him upside–down. "What's that about?"

He glanced down. "Strategy. It's about a breakdown of phycological response under pressure."

"Whoa... Sounds intense. I read a cookbook once that said cinnamon reduces stress. That counts, right?"

Rin's mouth twitched into a real smile—awkward, but amused. "You're quite curious, aren't you?"

"Mhmm! People tell me that a lot. They also say I'm 'slow', but I think that just means I enjoy life at a peaceful pace."

Rin studied her for a moment, his smile soothed into something softer.

She's naive, dense, trusting... Completely unaware of how much danger the academy holds. She was the kind of person people like Rin exploited for sport. And yet...

"...You should be careful," he hummed, his tone gentle, "this academu isn't forgiving to people like you."

She tilted her head, "ehh..? People like me?"

He gave her a mock-sweet smile. "The kind who mistake predators for friendly faces."

[F/n] smiled, resting her chin on her hands, "welp, you seem nice enough! Even if you're a predator."

Rin stared at her, a smile still on his face.

For the first time in a long while, Rin Obami was caught off guard. And for some reason... He didn't mind it.

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[ෆ] - ᴍᴀɴʏᴜᴅᴀ ᴋᴀᴇᴅᴇ : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

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[ෆ] Into Me : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

[ෆ] Services Are Only 4 Him : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

[ෆ] When He's Not Around : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

[ෆ] You're Not Him : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

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[ෆ] Blurred Interruptions : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

[ෆ] Kaede-Kun : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

[ෆ] Bento For You : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

[ෆ] Lingered To You : { 🖇️ L I N K } :

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You aren't him.

˗ˏˋ ┊ : Ibara Obami x FemReader.

ෆ You aren't him. "You know, a girl like you shouldn't waste her time around for some bleach-haired freak."

"I could treat you better, y'know? Give you real attention. You're too pretty to be playing pet."

One of the third–year playboys, someone who was commonly known for sniffing around "broken" girls that he thinks he can manipulate. He heard stories about [F/n]—House pet, emotionless and is currently a slave to Ibara Obami. And the unwise little rascal thought that she would've been an easy target.

Big mistake.

[F/n] closed her book softly. She turned and looked at him, her eyes cold and disgusted.

"Wow..." She said unamused.

The guy smirked, as if he had this in the bag, "yeah?"

[F/n] smiled, her hands clasped together near her face and then she spoke in an innocent cheerful tone.

"I don't like your cologne."

"... Huh?"

"It's cheap, the kind you get from corner shops near a convenience store. You use too much because you think it smells expensive but in reality you smell like sawdust and expired milk."

Her smile slightly widened, eyes kept looking at the guy who's smirk was slightly crooked.

"Your tie is crooked, your shoes aren't polished, your laugh sounds rehearsed, your fingernails are dirty and oh my God is that a hand me down blazer? That tells me you're insecure, poor, and barely thriving so in order to save face you hit on girls who you can manipulate and control to make yourself feel better for your shitty life style."

Then there was silence.

The students who were minding their own business were now staring. The once cocky and confident guy was just standing silently.

"And you're not even handsome. Not in the way that I like."

The guy's mouth opened to protest but she continues, voice light and clinical.

"Obami-senpai doesn't try to look expensive, he's laid back, he doesn't bother trying to impress people he looks down on. He smells like mint and burnt caramel, he wears tailored clothes, even if they look casual, he gambles like breathing and he doesn't... Ramble."

She blinked slowly.

That sweet soft smile still there.

"He looks at people like they're already losing, and most of the time, they are."

The guy's pride shattered, he scoffed bitterly, arms crossed.

"Tch. Obami's not even that special. He's just another council freak hiding behind family status and—."

Before he could even finish, there was a freshly sharpened pencil pointed to his throat.

[F/n] didn't say anything, just a little smile with her head slightly tilted.

"Try and finish that sentence... I dare you."

She pressed the pencil on to his skin, not hard enough to bleed, but to send a message. "You don't deserve to even mention his name."

The guy froze, the students around them turned their heads and acted like nothing was happening.

[F/n] giggled and tilted her head the other way.

"It'd be so easy... Just a little push. Right here." She nudged the pencil in slightly, "right under the chin, it'd take you a second to bleed."

The guy was now pale, sweat dripping down his forehead as his eyes met [F/n]'s gaze.

[F/n] blinked again—her blank expression was now neautral.

Then, she slowly pulled the pencil away and set it back in her bag. Like nothing happened.

"Please don't bother me again."

The guy stumbled away in silence, the other students continued on with their things, turning a blind eye.

She returned to her book, legs crossed. She flipped the pages with a sigh as if she hadn't just threaten somebody.

That evening, a second–year was telling Ibara what had happened.

He didn't react at first, just stared out the window in silence.

Then, a grin crept up his face.

Small, but sharp.

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When he's not around.

˗ˏˋ ┊ : Ibara Obami x FemReader.

ෆ When he's not around. Cold, sharp, and harsh... That's the gaze [F/n]'s opponent is facing. The cold steel robot. The man she's facing was currently drowning in pride and ego.

There's was a smile on her face, that same soft smile Ibara saw while they were playing, but this time... It was more sadistic, more cunning.

The boy in front of her had a smirk printed on his face, chewing a gum loudly. "You sure you can afford this, pet? Your owner's not here to clean up your mess."

[F/n] just smiles—wider. Almost pitying.

"You're right, he's not here," [F/n] lays down her cards one by one. "Which means I don't have to behave."

The room stills.

Within minutes, she dismantled him—his plays, strategy, his pride. Every move she made was calculated, planned, and risked.

"Oops~.., how lucky am I? 4 rounds won, in a row," she giggled, her fingers touching her chin. She looked at the boy in front of her, eyes filled delight, "maybe gambling's just not your thing, sweetheart."

Gasps from the crowd. The boy is sweating now.. he folds.

When the chips were counted, [F/n] sat pretty, posture straight and hands folded on her lap.

"Don't you just love it? Breaking down every piece of your confidence and watch you choke on it."

[F/n] smiled, a smile that reached ear to ear, "I love it... Watching you tremble and question your skills."

Just outside the door, Ibara stops mid-step.

He wasn't looking for [F/n], he was just passing by.

But the voice? That biting tone? That wasn't the [F/n] he knew. Not the one who'd kneel, agree and respond to every command with a sing-song tone and a content smile.

He watched quietly from the door, he saw the way she tilted her head with that soft smile—but now it held mockery.

"That's not how she playing when she was against me ... Was she holding back?! No—she was giving me something different..." Endless thoughts ran in Ibara's mind, memories drifting back to the day they gambled together.

The way [F/n] seemed to play differently against others... It stirred something within Ibara. Was she belittling him? Does she see him as weak? What the fuck.

The boy stands weak, humiliated, pushing past laughing classmates. One girl scoffs and crossed her arms.

"What a joke. A house pet like her getting cocky? She's just some collar-wearing freak for that bleach-haired loser, Ibara—."

CRACK.

[F/n] had her by the collar, the girl's back slammed against the nearest wall.

Silence crashed down in the crowded room. Ibara was taken by surprise.

[F/n] leaned in slowly, her expression was composed—but her voice was low, cold.

"One more foul word that describes Obami-senpai, you're dead."

The girl trembled, her eyes wide as she looked at [F/n]'s empty ones.

[F/n] tightened her grip, not enough to bruise—but enough to prove that she wasn't bluffing.

"Call me a pet, pathetic, a loser, I don't give a fuck."

Her calm face suddenly twisted into bitterness, "but taint his name like that again, you'll lose more than your dignity."

Then, she released her. The girl dropped down to her knees, a startled gasp escaped her lips the moment she was let go.

Everyone's frozen.

[F/n] brushed her skirt down, and turned around to collect her winnings. As if nothing happened.

Then at the corner of her eyes, she spotted him. Ibara, watching from outside. Her empty expression now turned to something softer.

"Obami-senpai!" She called out with a smile. She hurriedly made her way to him, looking up at his eyes with soft warmth.

"Did you guys notice that she's less cold mean robot when it comes to Obami-senpai?" One student pointed out.

The others hummed and just nodded in agreement.

"She's terrifying..."

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Services are only for him

˗ˏˋ ┊ : Ibara Obami x FemReader.

ෆ Services are only for him. Whispers and gossips echoed in the halls of Hyakkaou Academy. Mainly from students who pass by [F/n].

"She's terrifying."

"She just stared at Araragi–senpai until he walked away."

"Ibara must've broken her."

"Or maybe she's brainwashed."

Those were the echoing rumours in the academy. It didn't go unnoticed that [F/n] didn't obey any orders despite being a house pet.

Some say that it's because of Ibara... Because of fear that she chose to follow him, and only him.

But the truth?

She doesn't care... About the others that is.

She chose to only follow Ibara, because she wanted to.

[F/n] only obeys to Ibara—fetching things, cleaning up after games, answering when he calls. All while keeping a sweet and polite smile.

But when it comes to someone else, they're faced with a disobedient, scary looking person.

No bow, no flinch. She just turns her head slowly and blankly stared, like she's staring through those who try to give her orders.

"House pets should listen to everything the higher ups says," the class rep huffed, dropping a stack of graded papers on [F/n]'s desk, "and with that said, you should organize these alphabetically and take them to the advisory offices," she smirked.

[F/n] didn't even blink

She just stood by her desk, looking at her.

Head slightly tilted. Nothing hostile, but not responding, just quietly staring at her.

The class rep shifted uncomfortably.

"D-didn't you hear me?!" The class rep stuttered.

Still, [F/n] didn't move a muscle, just a statue staring back at a viewer.

It lasted seconds, whole secinds, long enough to feel like a threat without ever becoming one.

"...Forget it," the rep mumbled gathering the stack of papers as she hurried to leave.

Then a familiar voice rippled in the air, "[F/n], get me some soda will ya? Bring it to the council office," Ibara lazily shot out as he passed by [F/n]'s room.

And without missing a beat, [F/n] stood up and happily obeyed.

The favouritism was hard to ignore. Ibara noticed it quickly.

He leaned back on a couch, arms lazily draped over the couch, eyes watched [F/n], like how a gambler would watch a wild card.

"An obedient little pet with me... But the moment someone else tries to order her around, immediately turns to an ice cold robot that gives out nothing but stares."

With a snap of his finger, she moves.

Whatever he told her to do, she'd do it, without question. And sometimes, she would even anticipate what he wants before he asks. It's frightening.

One afternoon, he casually confronts her.

"So you're my pet now, huh?"

She nodded.

No hesitation, no sarcasm, just genuine agreement.

"Why the favouritism?" Ibara asked.

[F/n] shrugged and smiled, "because I can... And I want to."

"This is wrong. She's supposed to be groveling on her knees, broken, because I broke her. But she's not.. she's still smiling, still calm. And only like that just for me."

Ibara would watch her kneel besides his chair without being told to, hands folded neatly, and head slightly bowed.

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Into me

˗ˏˋ ┊ : Ibara Obami x FemReader.

ෆ Into me. "You're too predictable," Ibara hummed, a smirk tugged on his lips as his gaze locked with the girl in front of him.

He taps on the table, sharp nails raking on the wood. He's grinning—wide, wolfish, and predatory.

Opposite to him was [F/n], she sat calmly, too calm... Her hand held her cards, her face held a soft smile.

Around them, students whispered, they talked about how calm [F/n] was, even while losing.

"At this rate, she'll become a house pet... Such a shame."

"I wonder what's going on in her mind? Some say that she's like a robot... Cold, forward and calculative."

The two didn't pay them any attention, they simply focused on their little game of cards.

Ibara's eyes narrowed as he kept looking at the girl in front of her... She's losing—and she's just sitting there like a doll.

Then, he flicks his cards to the side of the table with a sharp snap, "your move, [F/n], try not to bore me."

But then he saw it... Her eyes... They weren't on the cards, or at the game for that matter, they were on him.

He watches her gaze as it locked with his. The kicker? She doesn't even shy away when he caught her.

"The hell's this?" Ibara thought to himself.

His brows furrowed, his grin faltered into something more curious.

She tilts her head, that soft practiced smile on her face. A smile that doesn't reach her eyes. It held no panic, no fear, no seduction... Just a soft blank smile.

It made Ibara's jaw clench.

He the leaned forward, a smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth, "I just noticed how your eyes seem to stick to me rather than the cards. Are you tryna throw me off? Or are you secretly into me."

Some of the onlookers awkwardly shifted and laughed under their breath, but [F/n] seemed unfazed.

"Does it matter? I'll lose no matter what." Her voice was soft, flat. It seemed like she was completely on autopilot. Maybe that's why she's losing.

Ibara scoffed and leaned back, his arm draping around the chair. For the first time, he slightly hesitates when picking up his cards. His gaze taking in how [F/n]'s smile still look so soft.

It reminds him of a certain student he played against once.

Makes him a tad bit uncomfortable.

Ibara slaps down his last card with a flick of his wrist, the grin back on his face--but there's no real spark behind it, He leans back in his chair, stretching, as the room starts to buzz.

Across from him, [F/n]'s expression doesn't change. No tears, No trembling. Just a quiet breath, and a soft little nod of acceptance.

"...Looks like I lost."

She says softly... As if she had dropped a pen, rather than her freedom.

A girl snorts and talks in the crowd, "shame, she's going to be a brand pet. What a pushover."

"She probably doesn't even realise how bad it'll be."

But Ibara? He's not laughing.

There was a lingering taste of bitterness... He isn't satisfied.

He watched as [F/n] stood up and gave him a bow. She began collecting her things, readying herself to make her leave, but then she was stopped.

"Hey," Ibara called out. His voice was sharp and quick.

She paused, turning back to look at him—eyes calm, her smile still present. "Yes?"

He walks over slowly, hands in his pockets. He leaned down just enough to look her in the eye. "You losr to me," he said blanky. "You're a house pet now, you do know what that means, don't you?"

"I do," she nods.

There was a silent pause, [F/n] doesn't speak again, she doesn't back down or crumble under Ibara's harsh gaze.

There was a look in her smile, as if she hadn't lost her freedom, as if losing to Ibara was something normal, like it was okay.

Ibara clicks his tongue and straightens his posture, "give me your number," he spoke. A few students whipped there heads to look.

"I'm not done with you."

[F/n] tilted her head, "you're keeping me around?"

"Don't misunderstand," he snapped. "You're a pet now, specifically... Mine, you lost, you're mine, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you.",

A pause. His voice dropped, tone smooth.

"...and I don't feel like letting you go just yet."

[F/n] stared at him for a moment, then she bowed her head and smiled, "okay."

She didn't argue, didn't resist, just accepted her fate, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

And as Ibara began to walk away, away from the room full of students, she followed, close to him, like a delicate little shadow. Ibara's grin returned, but it was twisted with something far more mischievous than victory.

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Lingered To You

˗ˏˋ ┊ : Manyuda Kaede x FemReader.

ෆ Lingered To You. The last bell had rung.

Students were gathering around, making bets, watching as people lost and won. Chatter and laughter echoed throughout the corridors as Kaede strode the halls.

Kaede walked alone—percise, direct, unbothered by the flow of the crowd.

At least until he heard her voice.

"Kaede-kun~..!!"

He stopped mid–step, his eyes closing briefly in preparation. "When are you going to let that go?"

[F/n] caught up to him, walking backwards in front of him, as she always did when she wanted something. "You still haven't told me how the bento was," she spoke, ignoring his question.

"I ate it."

"Did you? And I've received no accusations of food poisoning? No complaints? No dramatic monologues about balance and seasoning?"

He ignored her, he remained walking. [F/n] found herself walking besides him, a hand on her bag as she tilted her head to look up at his face.

"...You're unusually quiet," she finally said, poking his shoulder slightly.

Kaede let out a breath through his nose. Then, without stopping, he reached into his coat pocket and held something out to her.

[F/n] blinked.

It was small—a simple plastic keychain. A white little bunny with a derpy expression and a little red bow. It dangled awkwardly from his fingers.

She took it slowly, cradling it in her palms, "what's this?"

"I saw it at a nearby shop."

Her brows raised, "you bought me... a keychain?"

He stayed quiet.

"... Why?"

A pause... Then, quietly, he spoke, "it reminded me of someone."

She looked at him, his expression was stoic, tone was casual... Too casual for his usual formal tone.

"Someone?" She repeated.

"Yes."

[F/n] held the tiny little keychain and tilted her head slightly, "so... You were walking around, and then you saw a derpy looking bunny and thought, 'wow, this screams [F/n].' That it?"

"I never said your name."

"But you implied it."

"I did no such thing."

Kaede looked at her, a brow raised, "you going to return it?"

"... No," she hummed, a stupid grin crept up her face, she held her bag and put it on the strap. "It's mine now."

"Then stop asking questions."

[F/n]'s grin widened and she wrapped an arm around Kaede's to which made him stiffen, "if I didn't know better, you've been thinking about me so often that you buy a keychain that reminds you of me."

"You don't know any better," Kaede huffed, adjusting his glasses.

She giggled, "maybe not, but he's mine now, proudly displayed, and I'm going to be bragging about it."

"Do what you want."

"I will."

They walked in silence. Once they made it to the school's entrance, they stood side by side. "It's cute, thank you," [F/n] smiled.

He didn't answer.

But after a few more seconds of momentary silence, she glanced sideways—and saw the faintest twitch of smile tug on the corner of his lips.

Not much.

But enough.

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Bento For You

˗ˏˋ ┊ : Manyuda Kaede x FemReader.

ෆ Bento For You. Kaede narrowed his eyes as his gaze locked with the person in front, "... You again," he said blankly.

"Good afternoon to you too, Mr. I-Enjoy-Financial-Reports-With-My-Grilled-Eel," [F/n] teased as she walked passed Kaede and walked up to his desk, holding something in her hand.

It was lunch time, Kaede had just finished a game of poker with one of his classmates. He stood up and made his way to the door of the room to leave and have his lunch.

Lunch break was a nice moment for students to either gamble or take a break. Or maybe harras a few house pets in the halls.

Kaede was looking forward to a quiet lunch where he can thoroughly enjoy his meal... But then she showed up.

"Do you need something, or are you just here to loiter?" Kaede frowned.

"Neither," [F/n] replied with a sweet tone. "I brought you this."

She reached her hands out, showing what she was holding. It was a bento box, wrapped with a soft cutesy cloth. It wasn't store-bought, nor was it made by a professional chef, it was simply a homemade bento. Traditional.

Kaede stared, his eyes momentarily blinking.

"You made this?"

[F/n] leaned against the desk, her hands behind her, supporting her weight as she leaned back, "did I?"

He stared at her. "You brought it here. For no reason, wrapped carefully... And it's still warm."

"So I did," she hummed, a smile plastered on her face.

"Why?"

[F/n] shrugged, acting like ir was no big deal, "I wasn't hungry."

"That's not an answer."

"Sure it is," she giggled, hopping off the desk to stand by the window.

Kaede's gaze followed her, his eyes narrowed. "So... You brought me a carefully wrapped and aesthetically arranged bento that you happen to just have?"

"Exactly," she said innocently.

Kaede's gaze studied her suspiciously. There was no trace of mockery in her expression—but there was clear mischief hidden behind her soft smile.

"...If this is a bribe to do something stupid, it won't work."

[F/n] dramatically gasped, a hand on her chest to show offense, "a bribe?! For you? The Mr. Rich-Treasurer-Of-The-Academy!? Please, if I were to do so, I'd bring something much fancier."

"Then what is it?"

"Food," she answered simply, her gaze now examining her perfectly fine nails, "eat it, or don't."

Kaede hesitated, he wasn't used to being ubsertled by gestures this... Little. Was it kindness? A ploy? A tease to get my reaction? Kaede thought to himself.

He undid the cloth and opened the box carefully. Presentation wise, it wasn't anything specifical... Just carefully arranged food, nothing over-the-top.

He picked up his chopsticks.

"Did you put effort into this?" He asked quietly.

[F/n] turned her head slightly, "are you asking because you care... Or because you're trying to calculate whether you owe me something?"

Kaede paused, no words came out his mouth.

She laughed, "exactly."

Then, with nothing else to say, [F/n] began to make her leave, making her way to the door, "enjoy it, Kaede-kun~."

She didn't look back—but he watched her, intrigued, more than he'd care to admit.

He took a bite.

...It was good.

Infuriatingly good.

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"Kaede-Kun~..!"

˗ˏˋ ┊ : Manyuda Kaede x FemReader.

ෆ "Kaede-kun~..!" Manyuda had a schedule, a strict one that he follows precisely for consecutive days without break. From morning reports down to the school's financial savings. Every second of his time in the academy was acounted for.

But today—today—there was a certain variable that was staining his focus, causing quite an irritable distraction.

"Kaede-kun~..," came the sing-song besides him for the hundred time since that morning.

Manyuda didn't pause his stride, "stop calling me that."

"You didn't seem to mind it when the second-year had called you 'Kaede-kun~'," she huffed, her arms crossed and her lips pouted.

The dark-haired man shot her a side-glance, unamused by her ramble, "she was sorting out her gambling debt, you're whining."

"Nuh-uh! I'm simply expressing my emotional distress!" [F/n] said dramatically while hitting random poses for added flare.

"Over what, exactly?" He asked dryly, adjusting the position of his glasses.

[F/n] gave him a blank awkward looking smile, "you smiled at her," she mumbled.

Kaede raised a brow and titled his head, "what?"

"You heard me!"

"No I didn't, say it louder you moron."

[F/n] pouted and crossed her arms, "you smiled at her!" She repeated, unnecessarily too loud.

Manyuda paused, gaze stuck at [F/n]... Then... He brushed past her, continuing down the hall, "I nodded."

"Really? It looked like a smile," [F/n] argued, running towards Manyuda to catch up and walk besides him.

"It didn't."

"Well, she giggled like it was," she placed her hands on her hips, still pouting, and then she let out a dramatic sigh, "maybe I should start wearing tighter blouses and shorter skirts and pretend I don't know what 2+2 is."

Manyuda stopped mid-step and turned to [F/n], "you're being ridiculous."

"Nuh-uh~..! I'm being loyal," she whined, they resumed walking once again, "I've been emotional support for the whole day, I even sat through one of your boring financial fixing without interrupting, that's determination!"

"You distracted the student and I by scribbling little hearts on one of the official money transer paper."

"I was bored~..!" She whined once again, tugging on Manyuda's sleeve. "Besides, you know you like it when I'm around!" She smiled.

"I tolerate it."

[F/n] let out a shocked gasp and clutched her chest, "ouch! My feelings..." She then smiled and leaned closer, "you say that but... You haven't pushed me away once."

Manyuda stayed quiet and adjusted his suddenly tightening collar.

"See, you like me!" She giggled.

"You're exhausting."

"And yet here I am," she beamed, stepping in front of him, steps slowly coming to a halt.

Manyuda stared at her, his gaze quiet and cold, "you're jealous."

"Am not," she blinked.

"You are."

"...So what if I am?" She huffed, her cheeks began to heat up, showing a faint tint of red, "you don't belong to anyone, but that doesn't mean that I want you to smile at every girl who bats her lashes at you."

Manyuda looked at [F/n], scanned her face long and uncomfortable. Then without saying a single word, he brushed past her and resumed walking.

[F/n] blinked and turned around to catch up, "h-heyy!"

As she manage to catch up to his side once again, he heard him mutter under his breath, "that smile wasn't for her."

[F/n] paused, registering Manyuda's words, a grin crept up on her face, her sour mood instantly turned around.

"I knew it."

"Don't make me regret saying it."

"No promises, Kaede-kun~."

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Blurred Interruptions.

˗ˏˋ ┊ : Manyuda Kaede x FemReader.

ෆ Blurred Interruptions. "You know...," a familiar voice cut through the echoing silence, "you might lose your eyesight if you keep staring at those every day."

The soft scratching of a pen was the only sound that echoed in the council chamber. Manyuda Kaede sat at the head of the table, drowning in budget reports and stock donations, his posture straight, expression inevitable.

Every plan was efficient, every number was aligned. Just how he preferred.

But then his interruption came—ubelievable.

"I'd rather go blind than waste my precious time with... Nonsense," Manyuda spoke, barely lifting his gaze from his work.

[F/n] looked at the dark-haired man with a smile, "hmm, speaking of sight..."

Manyuda was un-able to react, a pair of hands stretched over to his head and swiftly stole his glasses, blurring his vision immediately.

"[F/n]," he said flatly, his eyes narrowed slightly, "return those."

[F/n] slipped them on with a gentle touch and turned her head to look around, "wow, you are blind!"

She grinned and spun her heel to face Manyuda, she leaned forward, hands behind her back and her head slightly tilted, "so this is what it's like to see through the eyes of a tyrant."

"You're acting childish," Manyuda stood quietly, arms crossed and his expression stoic.

[F/n] smiled and shook her head, "nuh-uh, I'm acting curious!" She giggled. "You always look intimidating behind these glasses, I wanted to know what it feels like."

"You won't find anything, they're prescription lenses, not personality enhancer."

The young girl giggled and clasped her hands together, "oh but Manyuda-senpai, they do something to me!" She exclaimed. [F/n] hit a dramatic pose, a finger between the bridge of the frame, "I suddenly want analyze and calculate risks, ruin lives and walk the high road!"

Manyuda stepped forward, [F/n] didn't flinch—of course she didn't it. [F/n] was the kind of girl to freely dance at the end his patience. And though Manyuda feels a twinge of bitterness to it, [F/n]'s smart enough to make it interesting.

"Give them back," Manyuda spoke bluntly, his tone low and firm.

"Say please~..," she cooed.

He stared at her, eyes narrowed as he tried to focus his vision.

"...No."

A pause. Manyuda looked at the way [F/n] pushed the frame back up to be adjusted on her face, "you'll smudge the lense," he said.

[F/n] giggled and stepped closer to Manyuda, her gaze never left his, "you seem so worried, do you need these to see clearly?" She cooed.

He blinked.

"...Yes."

The young girl hummed and held the glasses on both sides, "fine," she murmured, she put the glasses back on Manyuda's face, her touch delicate and soft, brushing against his cheek.

"There," she murmured, her smile now curved down to something softer, "back where they belong."

Manyuda adjusted the glasses out of habit, even though they were already perfectly placed.

"You're insufferable," Manyuda muttered.

"And yet," [F/n] began to walk away with a satisfied grin, "you never stop me."

Manyuda watched her go, his mind momentarily blank. The numbers on the page no longer made sense.

"Damn it..." He cussed under his breath and loosened his tie.