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📁 ─────── ★ KOKICHI OUMA ❕ ⌒ ⌒ ❛ meet me in the rain ❜ pregame!kokichi o. x gn!reader (( cw; 3rd POV. ))

where he meets with someone in the rain and that someone is who he longs for on ao3

( this is incredibly short since this was made for my writing club. just to note, the ao3 link contains a different version with she/her pronouns and another version replaces reader's name with my oc )

the city’s colors were drowned in a dullish haze, as rain poured into the scenery. y/n’s head tilted upwards, viewing the sunny skies that were hidden behind gray colors, as the clouds loomed over the city. the gentle breezes of May that were once soothing became chilling against wet skin and clothing. 

a shivering exhale escaped from their chest, before their head dropped low. with narrowed eyes, they watched their legs attempting to tremble despite the efforts to fight the shivers. y/n’s eyebrows furrowed along with their eyes squinting harder, before they nibbled on their dry lips and tilted their head to the right. through their nose, a harsh breath was forced out, then another noise jumped out once they processed the sound other than rain becoming louder.

after the weak gasp, they turned their head to the left, to see a familiar boy speeding up his walking. an umbrella was held with his left hand, while the right hand gripped the paper bag beside his body.

“y-y/n!”

with widened eyes, y/n adjusted their head to view the boy standing beside the bench they sat on. a shakened breath came out of him quickly, then he sat close to them to hover his umbrella over them both. 

“kichi…” y/n quietly called out to him, while observing the repetitive bites to his bottom lip, the strands of hair sticking to his neck and forehead, and his wide eyes that looked into theirs before straying away a few moments later. 

“i… got your calls! please , tell me how long you’ve been out here,” his pleas gave a light pained glint to their expression. feeling a tad impatient once the several seconds were filled with their silence and eyes looking away from him, he forcefully put the paper bag on their lap. “i brought food for you, and only you , okay?” his eyebrows furrowed while the stern tone of his voice left them confused with the emphasis, but more puzzled by the sudden determined voice. 

“hey… buddy, you sound worried, but—”

his fingers lightly went on their hand that was wet from heavy rain and relaxed from no energy. finally noticing his irises focused on their limp hand, their eyes traveled lower. his index finger caressed their skin, before he slid his hand to lay on top of theirs. with half-lidded eyes, a light glow to their eyes shimmered whilst they viewed and felt kichi’s thumb gently swaying back and forth.

their eyes met.

then he guided their hand into his; enveloping their palm with warmth.

  “please… let me worry,” his thumb, yet again, made gentle, swaying movements on their skin. he inhaled the cool air, and in sync, guided his eyes to look into theirs. 

  “ just this once .”

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this has been posted on Squidge World

Can you write shuichi with a fem s/o who has abandonment/ attachment issues? Like she gets really attached to someone easily and gets scared that they’re going to hate her and leave her sometime later in the future.

shuichi saihara x fem!reader > oneshot, hurt/comfort > > summary: there’s so many, too many thoughts in her head. next day, she decides to be more clingy to shuichi. she’s flinching and trembling when trying to put her hands on him, so insecure. shuichi steps back, and processes her behavior. > reader is addressed by she/her pronouns

｡˚ 𓂋 💤 photos by: hizoukii (on pinterest)

★ sorry this rlly took a while!! for like, a couple of reasons. anyways i hope u like this!! i forgot you didn't clarify if you wanted a oneshot or not (but thats okay!) so if you want preferences, then ill do it. i might make preferences of this idea even if i'm not requested, but more quicker if it's requested. > ao3 link

heavy blankets on her body, with her hand peeking out; and then her hand on the bed’s empty space; those were the things within her vision, and the things she felt, once her eyes fluttered open.

her fingers moved against the sheets, and held a loose grip onto them. the yearn she felt, and the thoughts that weighed her; were the things she remembered. those were the things present yesterday, and years before yesterday, and will be present today.

after a few minutes of laying on her side, she began positioning herself. she guided herself to sit on the bed, and to rest her hands onto her lap. her head dropped low, immediately taking in the view of fingers making little movement. her eyes were still, not expressing the loud thoughts banging in her head. 

for a few minutes, the silence was the company along with the scorching words and scenarios tying her down. yet a pause to her brain appeared, once her head perked up as the sound of footsteps peeked in. she focused on the door, with an underlying thought slowly creeping in.

will he come?

loose fists were formed, and her lungs held air, giving a heavy weight to her chest. 

the air once captured finally waved through her parted lips. 

he’s gone.

so there she went, dragging her body to chase after him again. one step, two step, many steps to the bathroom was the first step to her journey. her hands reached for this, this, and that. her eyes looked here, to there, and over there. the mirror held the dazed look in her eyes, and the stiff movements she made to doll herself up. 

the process was quick, to hurry herself to where she figured he’d be. silently, she observed him as she walked towards the kitchen.

with his body bent, he scanned the contents in the refrigerator. while the sounds of her footsteps became louder, his focus slowly traveled towards the woman searching for him. 

“you’re… here early,” she mentioned, finally stopping her movement in the kitchen. she watched as shuichi paused his search, in order to stand up and turn around, for his body to face hers.

“i was watching a show,” his head tilted up, and his eyes looked into her own for a brief moment. the slight smile faltered before he continued, “since i couldn’t go back to sleep.”

she tilted her head, as her lips were shaped straight. blinking while the vision of his familiar, yet observing face, was present once he looked at her. his breath hitched for a few seconds, as he inhaled.

“i guess i just had a lot of thoughts in my head...” shuichi breathed out, before his eyes steered away from her confused expression.

her arms moved behind her, then her fingers played with her other ones. deep within her stomach came something brewing in, while her heart felt low. “oh, i interrupted you,” she spoke out, attempting to remove any emotion from her words, as her lips lowered.

“it’s nothing, really.” 

“so…” he continued, slowly guiding his eyes to the floor, “i didn’t find anything i want. i’ll just go out a-,”

“w-wait!” after she blurted, her hands briskly clenched his shoulders. in a quick pace, his eyes went to the woman’s close face. his body lightly jumped as tension invaded through his limbs, resulting in fists that formed for a few moments. all while her eyes squinted from a smile that slowly turned wider, going along with her slightly widened eyes. “i’ll make you something!” her tone picked up, forcing an eager tone into his ears as he felt the trembles of her gripping hands.

shuichi gathered himself, and in result, the tension flowed away. with ease, his hands went on top of hers, for his fingers to caress hers, before gently guiding her hands to hang besides her own body. “a-ah! that’s not necessary,” a light smile appeared on his features, after his honest words were spoken his soft tone.

despite his sentence being voiced with care, it broke her smile, and proceeded to weigh down her features. “but i like…” she started low before her head hung low, as the air she forced into her chest creeped into her words, “helping you…” the continuation fainted into the atmosphere that gotten heavy once her thoughts hovered over her shivering body.

she stopped, trying to restrict herself from becoming too forceful. silently, her head lifted up, with a full smile painted on her face. 

yet it just kept breaking.

there were so many thoughts running through her head; the words just wouldn’t stop coming and she tried to bury it all down with a smile and a clinging hand onto his wrist.

“i just… don’t want you to go…” the smile was ditched, now placed with the frown she could no longer hide, and so she dared to slip out the overwhelming storm dragging her deeper, “please,” a crack to her voice was present through the higher pitch of her plea.

his wide eyes finally blinked, taking in the switch of her behavior. there were more to her pleas. the gloss covered her eyes; the stare barely hid the emotions that were now spilled out, over and over again for every tremble that he felt on his skin. then his focus went to the gripping hand on his wrist, chaining him to the kitchen’s floors.

the build up of desperation bursted out; seen to her lover’s eyes, yet again. 

“...i’m not going anywhere.” 

shuichi stated. without a stutter; without any falters, and by choice, without any price.

once she broke the chains she implemented, he moved his body closer to hers. 

warm air was shared between the two bodies that became close from shuichi’s embrace.

first were tears dripping through widened eyes, then harsh gasps that couldn’t be contained against his figure. 

then a hand to her back, moving gently to bring ease to her shaking body.

“i love you so much.”

she held in a gasp, as she didn’t dare hesitate to look at him. shuichi’s inner eyebrows lifted up, while a smile expressed the mixture of sad and sweet emotions accompanying him. his hand went to her face; his thumb was placed on her warm skin, moving softly, as an attempt to swipe hot tears from her cheeks. and though her tears kept overflowing with quick speed, he appreciated the stare she gave; taking notice of the care he gave, and in return, giving eyes that were heavy from the love she felt.

if only air wasn’t being forced in and out, for the repetitive pressure of her chest to be present; and if only she had the strength to keep her from drowning; she would’ve told him she loved him by words.

i might make an alternative version where y/n is addressed with they/them pronouns. not sure. anywayssss, requests r open :3

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★ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity for the new year 💟💟

Thank you so much!! I appreciate that this is a blog you like despite me not posting much on here lol

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have you considered mod applications??

first i was confused by this but now i assume like, mod applications for my blog? But anyways, i haven't really considered that. I prefer to run my own accounts and post my stuff

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cool blog !! nice to know there’s another person writing currently 💞 good luck !! ~

thank you so much!! its always good to see another writer, although i havent been writing much haha. but, also, good luck to you too!!!

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' haunting ' nico hakobyan/rose lacroix fic

for the sake of art, she dug deep into her terrors, finding a way to make it face her. it was haunting.

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i know i've been mainly posting y/n fics, though i have been trying to work on canon character x canon character fanfics. since ive been mainly feeling too limited when it comes to making fanfiction. its possible i will only post ao3 links when posting canon character x canon character fics, either to this account or my main one. instead of the usual pasting the words into a single post (if that makes sense)

by the way, im willing to write danganronpa despair time characters x y/n fics if anyone asks, since ive recently finished the series (and now im into it)

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Can you write shuichi with a fem s/o who has abandonment/ attachment issues? Like she gets really attached to someone easily and gets scared that they’re going to hate her and leave her sometime later in the future.

shuichi saihara x fem!reader > oneshot, hurt/comfort > > summary: there’s so many, too many thoughts in her head. next day, she decides to be more clingy to shuichi. she’s flinching and trembling when trying to put her hands on him, so insecure. shuichi steps back, and processes her behavior. > reader is addressed by she/her pronouns

｡˚ 𓂋 💤 photos by: hizoukii (on pinterest)

★ sorry this rlly took a while!! for like, a couple of reasons. anyways i hope u like this!! i forgot you didn't clarify if you wanted a oneshot or not (but thats okay!) so if you want preferences, then ill do it. i might make preferences of this idea even if i'm not requested, but more quicker if it's requested. > ao3 link

heavy blankets on her body, with her hand peeking out; and then her hand on the bed’s empty space; those were the things within her vision, and the things she felt, once her eyes fluttered open.

her fingers moved against the sheets, and held a loose grip onto them. the yearn she felt, and the thoughts that weighed her; were the things she remembered. those were the things present yesterday, and years before yesterday, and will be present today.

after a few minutes of laying on her side, she began positioning herself. she guided herself to sit on the bed, and to rest her hands onto her lap. her head dropped low, immediately taking in the view of fingers making little movement. her eyes were still, not expressing the loud thoughts banging in her head. 

for a few minutes, the silence was the company along with the scorching words and scenarios tying her down. yet a pause to her brain appeared, once her head perked up as the sound of footsteps peeked in. she focused on the door, with an underlying thought slowly creeping in.

will he come?

loose fists were formed, and her lungs held air, giving a heavy weight to her chest. 

the air once captured finally waved through her parted lips. 

he’s gone.

so there she went, dragging her body to chase after him again. one step, two step, many steps to the bathroom was the first step to her journey. her hands reached for this, this, and that. her eyes looked here, to there, and over there. the mirror held the dazed look in her eyes, and the stiff movements she made to doll herself up. 

the process was quick, to hurry herself to where she figured he’d be. silently, she observed him as she walked towards the kitchen.

with his body bent, he scanned the contents in the refrigerator. while the sounds of her footsteps became louder, his focus slowly traveled towards the woman searching for him. 

“you’re… here early,” she mentioned, finally stopping her movement in the kitchen. she watched as shuichi paused his search, in order to stand up and turn around, for his body to face hers.

“i was watching a show,” his head tilted up, and his eyes looked into her own for a brief moment. the slight smile faltered before he continued, “since i couldn’t go back to sleep.”

she tilted her head, as her lips were shaped straight. blinking while the vision of his familiar, yet observing face, was present once he looked at her. his breath hitched for a few seconds, as he inhaled.

“i guess i just had a lot of thoughts in my head...” shuichi breathed out, before his eyes steered away from her confused expression.

her arms moved behind her, then her fingers played with her other ones. deep within her stomach came something brewing in, while her heart felt low. “oh, i interrupted you,” she spoke out, attempting to remove any emotion from her words, as her lips lowered.

“it’s nothing, really.” 

“so…” he continued, slowly guiding his eyes to the floor, “i didn’t find anything i want. i’ll just go out a-,”

“w-wait!” after she blurted, her hands briskly clenched his shoulders. in a quick pace, his eyes went to the woman’s close face. his body lightly jumped as tension invaded through his limbs, resulting in fists that formed for a few moments. all while her eyes squinted from a smile that slowly turned wider, going along with her slightly widened eyes. “i’ll make you something!” her tone picked up, forcing an eager tone into his ears as he felt the trembles of her gripping hands.

shuichi gathered himself, and in result, the tension flowed away. with ease, his hands went on top of hers, for his fingers to caress hers, before gently guiding her hands to hang besides her own body. “a-ah! that’s not necessary,” a light smile appeared on his features, after his honest words were spoken his soft tone.

despite his sentence being voiced with care, it broke her smile, and proceeded to weigh down her features. “but i like…” she started low before her head hung low, as the air she forced into her chest creeped into her words, “helping you…” the continuation fainted into the atmosphere that gotten heavy once her thoughts hovered over her shivering body.

she stopped, trying to restrict herself from becoming too forceful. silently, her head lifted up, with a full smile painted on her face. 

yet it just kept breaking.

there were so many thoughts running through her head; the words just wouldn’t stop coming and she tried to bury it all down with a smile and a clinging hand onto his wrist.

“i just… don’t want you to go…” the smile was ditched, now placed with the frown she could no longer hide, and so she dared to slip out the overwhelming storm dragging her deeper, “please,” a crack to her voice was present through the higher pitch of her plea.

his wide eyes finally blinked, taking in the switch of her behavior. there were more to her pleas. the gloss covered her eyes; the stare barely hid the emotions that were now spilled out, over and over again for every tremble that he felt on his skin. then his focus went to the gripping hand on his wrist, chaining him to the kitchen’s floors.

the build up of desperation bursted out; seen to her lover’s eyes, yet again. 

“...i’m not going anywhere.” 

shuichi stated. without a stutter; without any falters, and by choice, without any price.

once she broke the chains she implemented, he moved his body closer to hers. 

warm air was shared between the two bodies that became close from shuichi’s embrace.

first were tears dripping through widened eyes, then harsh gasps that couldn’t be contained against his figure. 

then a hand to her back, moving gently to bring ease to her shaking body.

“i love you so much.”

she held in a gasp, as she didn’t dare hesitate to look at him. shuichi’s inner eyebrows lifted up, while a smile expressed the mixture of sad and sweet emotions accompanying him. his hand went to her face; his thumb was placed on her warm skin, moving softly, as an attempt to swipe hot tears from her cheeks. and though her tears kept overflowing with quick speed, he appreciated the stare she gave; taking notice of the care he gave, and in return, giving eyes that were heavy from the love she felt.

if only air wasn’t being forced in and out, for the repetitive pressure of her chest to be present; and if only she had the strength to keep her from drowning; she would’ve told him she loved him by words.

i might make an alternative version where y/n is addressed with they/them pronouns. not sure. anywayssss, requests r open :3

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black fanfic readers looking for x black!reader fics with their favorite character that dont include a plot centered around drugs, cheating, borderline fetishization, or microaggressions

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wowwww imagine if i start writing demon slayer fics wowwww totally not going to happ-

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Thank you for replying, I'll try rewriting the request so it fits-

Can I request a Shuichi x Kokichi's friend!reader? They grew up together, and have the same Ultimate (if that's ok), but reader acts a bit differently from Kokichi, which made Shuichi interested. Reader had the same joyful energy but doesn't lie as much as Kokichi does

One shot or in headcanons about them (reader and Shuichi)

If there's anything else I should change let me know!

shuichi saihara x kokichi's friend!reader >> preferences ! > > [ mainly romantic] > > [slight angst]

BONUS + ‘ ultimate supreme leader ’ reader + specific preferences for killing game

｡˚ 𓂋 💤 photos by: hizoukii (on pinterest)

★ ahhh sorry this took a while. this was such a treat to write, and i hoped the preferences are to your liking :).

───── ✩ SHUICHI 

🗯️ ❭ ❭  you met kokichi a long time ago, just a few years after you were born. the connection ignited so quickly, almost as if it were fate. almost as if he was the soul that was meant to guide, help, and teach you. almost as if he was the soul that was meant to be a part of your struggles. as you two grew up together, he influenced you in some ways that would be a part of your identity, but never enough to have the same reputations. 

❕  when shuichi figured out that you and kokichi were closer than he realized at first, he had mixed emotions about this fact. the mixed emotions were fueled by some of his bitter views towards kokichi. the clear effect of kokichi’s influence on you was more clear to him now, yet not clear enough to be informed of the exact lengths of this influence.

❕  he can’t deny the interest that sparked as he witnessed your behavior. people were somewhat clouded by the fact that you’re just a kokichi, but tamer and less of an annoyance when it comes to lies. 

❕  he feels pulled in by your reputation. he feels an urge to push himself away from you, due to the thoughts that some things would fail, such as having a conversation with you or attempting to see you from a drastically different light. yet in the end of the day, he also felt more intrigued to discover the depths of you, and unravel the thoughts that blinded everyone.

❕  he feels as if he’s more likely to walk away from a conversation feeling less annoyed, and less puzzled by a bunch of lies being thrown at him that he’ll need to pick apart to find the truth, due to you lying less. he finds it even more interesting that you lie less, he wonders what other traits you picked up from kokichi that you express to a lesser extent than him?

❕  shuichi giving you a gift, or suggesting a place for you two to hang out, is always fun. though, one of the most interesting parts is the way you reveal your opinions on some gifts and suggestions. either you share about how your opinion contrasts or compares with kokichi’s thoughts on those things, or shuichi remembers what kokichi’s opinion on those things were. in the rarer moments, you tell shuichi about how kokichi influenced your opinion on some places or gifts.

❕  you’re a bit more blatant when it comes to opening up more than kokichi. you tell shuichi about the stories you’ve been told, the experiences you lived through, and the opinions you’ve gathered. it warms the both of you, and brings you two closer.

❕  with you telling some stories, it’s incredibly expected that you’ll talk about kokichi. going to you and hearing you, shuichi realizes he knows more about kokichi and his background. eventually, you help shuichi have a more-positive opinion towards kokichi, and help him realize some of kokichi’s traits that he hadn’t had a total grasp on before. 

❕  expect you two rambling about a bunch of stuff. shuichi can get insecure about rambling or overthinking about his observances and interests, yet most times you don’t mind it. overthinking, ranting, rambling, are one of the top things that strengthens the bond. he loves how passionate you can be about the things you dislike or like, and your energy as you speak.

❕  sometimes he’ll make a light-hearted joke or comment about how joyful or hyper your energy is. sometimes, he does feel a tad overwhelmed by your energy, or slightly intimidated, though that doesn’t mean that he doesn't find your energy cute. to an extent, he does find your energy admirable. the way you can bring liveliness to others and to him, the way you can bring the life out of him that he forgets about, is something so compelling about you.

❕  shuichi does get slight insecurities about the fact that he can’t always match up with your energy, even when your energy can make him secure at times. in his eyes, he isn’t so interesting, joyful, and even can be a debbie downer at times. of course, this motivates you to tell him the truth about your opinions on his energy and him as a person. 

❕  to you, he’s a bit of a refresher from all the people you attract (kokichi and D.I.C.E) and you feel so secure with him, he’s more grounded, so gentle and so observant. he can be so polite, yet he knows when things are too much and he tries to set boundaries. you love he has his unpredictable moments; how he expresses sass and heat towards someone being a bother (like miu), yet he turns soft a couple minutes later.

❕  sometimes he feels so happy by your presence, he just can’t help and blush. if you throw in a flirty comment (which sometimes you do), he’ll become a total blush and it reminds him about how your unpredictability can be a blessing and a curse.

❕  you help him see things in a positive light, or see the positive side of things. sometimes he helps you realize the cons and negatives of things. you totally help him have tolerance towards certain things (such as kokichi) and you help him associate some things he’s either neutral about, things he tolerate, or even things he dislikes with positivity (like specific movies, books, etc.), due to your joyful nature and/or opinions.

— IN GAME, things would get really tense the more kokichi’s lies and presence affect everyone. there’s kokichi being way more distant from you while also lashing out at you sometimes, as an attempt to keep you away from being involved in his plans and for you to not get the heavy burden of having kokichi’s exact reputation by being so close to him. there’s people avoiding you, dismissing you, having less patience with you, or even lashing out at times, because of your reputation being more damaged as the game goes on, especially when kokichi becomes cryptic or his lies become more stressful and/or harmful.

and then there’s shuichi, who’s struggling with others being negative towards you, struggling to be close to you around others, and struggling with not feeling somewhat tense with you due to kokichi’s actions. the internal conflict just brings more headaches, but he tries to set them aside because he knows you’re struggling and wants to bring comfort into your life. 

— IN GAME, since you possess kokichi’s leadership skills to an extent, you’ll act as a guide for shuichi, knowing that people look up to him. in fact, the longer you survive, the more likely shuichi will accept you as someone being a "co-leader" of sorts, and someone that others should look up to as well, which motivates some people to look up to you to an extent.

you two give each other life in different ways. you two give security to each other in different ways. there’s so many things you two do differently, yet you two always result in feeling safe with each other.

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‘ ultimate skateboarder ’ reader x shuichi saihara !  > > [romantic relationship or ambiguous]

｡˚ 𓂋 💤 photos by: hizoukii (on pinterest)

───── ✩ SHUICHI 

🗯️ ❭ ❭  within his vision is a figure who casually moves with their shoes chained to the skating board below them. while watching your movements; he notes that they’re lively. while watching your face; he notes a smile is painted on your expression, and the glint in your eyes are beaming. yet even when the sparkle of your eyes blind him severely, he can see the internal serenity that grounds you. you’re so fucking cool.

❕   he is pretty intimidated by you. even if your aura is as calm as the gentle waves of the oceans, he’ll always find himself stuttering in front of your face— he’ll sometimes feel his fingers grasping at his cloth for minutes and minutes— and most of the time, his eyes just can never stay on you. 

❕    it can be easy to find out why he’s intimidated. you don’t always miss the small gasps and the mumbles formed from shock when he sees you skating. you don’t always miss his irises flicking away with an adored expression when you dump some skater-knowledge on him.

❕   he can be so insecure. there is going to be a pang of jealousy, though rather small, at first. people are so impressed by your talent, you deserve your talent. he feels the negative thoughts and jealousy developing; yet brighter feelings are so much higher when it comes to socializing with you.

❕    even with his shock and worried mumbles, you can hear admiration. you don’t only hear it; but you can see it. within his eyes, you see someone who feels your passion from the way you speak about skating tricks, skating slang, skating stories, and more about skating. slowly by time, he doesn’t just bring up skating a few times just because he doesn’t know what else to say; he wants to hear you talk about it. your passion when it comes to skating is just as cool as when you’re actually on a skating board.

❕   though he’ll never forget his anxiety when you’re on the board; even when you’re casually skating next to him as he’s walking besides you. he’ll gladly shut up for the whole trip, no matter how much he’d want to talk with you, so then you can focus on riding if you’re on the pavement (or sometimes on the street). 

❕   poor dude just would hate seeing you hurt— especially when your profession relies on your physical well being. if your presence calm down enough, he may just not overthink to an extreme amount to the point of being so anxious seeing you skate. or you can just hold his hand.

❕   this dude is internally beating his ass when you get hurt from skating. you fell and scraped your knee? broke an ankle? sprained a leg? he’ll make sure that you’re all better— if you’re in the hospital, he’ll stay with you as long as you want him to. he’ll try to calm down your panic if you are panicking, even if he’s panicking way more than you. 

❕   IN THE SKATEPARK, his eyes is hooked on you. i mean, they always were— but now his presence just seems to have an… affect on you. it’s most likely a positive affect. he notes you’re doing more tricks that are risky in front of him; he notes a different type of joy that he’s never seen before. he just can’t help but smile at the fact that maybe— maybe his happiness and adoration is making you feel happy.

❕   hangs out at the skatepark just hit different to shuichi. as typical as it is, he’ll feel happiness or calmness when the two of you hang out. but its more impactful. the happy moments feel like they’ve been going on for days; the calm moments feel like the two of you own the world. 

❕   the skatepark is where you vent about your life; you may hint about possible trauma, might outright talk about your trauma or the origins of any trauma you may have. the skatepark is where the two of you lean against each other and watch random videos on his phone just to pass time. the skatepark is where you both talk about the history and culture of your passion. the skatepark is where the both of you had your first hug (and maybe a kiss too if you’re into that).

❭ ❭ “ah… um, is this safe? please uh, be careful… w-wait…! uh, oKAY—”

“shuichi, you didn’t even move yet,” you retort, while watching his eyes capture the vision of your skating board beneath his shoes. he’s a bit of a puss, but for the right reasons.

❕  he decides that the possibility of him riding a skateboard is low. sure, he loved feeling his hand grasp yours tightly, and your arm gently wrapping around his torso to calm and guide him… but that was one of the few times he’s felt so anxious. nope. nope. nope. though, at least you had enjoyment from being a funky teacher for a day.

you’re so cool. and no matter if your personality doesn’t fit the definition of the general meaning of “cool”, he’ll never get enough of you. you’re always cool to him, even during your soft moments. you’re so fucking cool. so inspirational. you’re the best person he’s ever looked up to. you can be one of the bestest friends he’s had, or the greatest lover he’ll ever need.

★ this oneshot was originally a part of a series i was planning of making ultimate skateboarder!reader x DRV3 boys (+ possibly too girls after writing the boys). i haven't finished the rest of the boys, but the next one I was going to write was Kokichi, before the lack of motivation destroyed me. I'm actually lowkey interested with this ultimate skateboarder!reader concept. so if I do end up continuing the series, the next one will be Kokichi (ofc). toodles :P

[plutolauvs]

Whatever you do, don't think about.....

Characters: DRV3 Boys

Mod Shuichi's Note: Was inspired by a few blogs to do my own take on this. Seemed pretty fun

Whatever you do, don’t think about his fluffy green hair and emerald hued eyes that shines with such admiration and love for you. How the feeling of the cold metal of the rings he gifts you slides perfectly onto your fingers. The way his slender fingers tuck your hair beneath your ears, blowing soft kisses from your temple to your earlobe. How he gentle takes your hand into his warm one, hiking up the mountains with his gorgeous treasure. Especially when his adventures with you gets a little rough and he resorts to camping in a lovely scenery. Setting up the tent, building a fire, telling you stories, canoeing in the lake, etc. How he smiles, nearly smirks, as the time you two spend together. It’s….all so wonderful to him. He cherishes any moment he spends with you

“I’m happy to hear you enjoyed White Mountain Forest, babe. You still up for visiting Concord tomorrow morning? It’s only half an hour away, and I’d be glad to show you around, darling. I think you’ll love it,” 

Whatever you do, don’t think about the adorable frustrated face he makes when solving a case. How his defined eyebrows furrow and his pearly white teeth bitting his pale lips. Running his hand through his teal colored hair, revealing the tired look in his grey-ish tinted eyes. His thin fingers silently flips through the papers of his cases, a grunt that makes you weak escapes from his lips. He turns to you, giving you a weak smile, stress visible in his eyes. Patting his lap, he silently offers you a seat, revealing having you with him already fills him with motivation and confidence to solve the case he was stuck on. He possessed the skills needed to solve it, yes. But what good was a nervous, yet intelligent detective without the sweet assurance that he was worthy enough?

“Thank you for being here with me, dear. I have no idea how I’d be able to solve this case without your support. You mean so much to me, sweetheart,”

Whatever you do, don’t think about his mischievous, yet charming laugh that pours from his mouth, running away at top speed. His slightly callous hand wraps tightly around yours, both your laughter and footsteps overlapping, running from the genius prank that the supreme leader just pulled with his beloved second in command. He turns back to you, his amethyst colored locks becoming tangled in the wind. You made out the gleam of adoration in his matching colored eyes, flashing you a confident grin. You two would reach home, and he’d flop on the couch, practically pulling you with him. His cold lips showering you with kisses and cuddles, failing to compose himself after so much chuckles have flooded the room 

“Nishishi~!!! Oh jeez, what a day! That last prank was the best this whole week! Ehhhhh, well I guess I gotta give some credit to you, crackerjack. If it wasn’t for my beloved partner in crime, we wouldn’t have gotten away with egging Iruma-chan’s house!” 

Whatever you do, don’t think about his dreamy, violet hued eyes. The way his muscular body shifts underneath the picnic blanket he placed underneath you two. The way his strong arms wrap around you body, one resting underneath your back, the other lazily draped around you waist. He holds you close, pressing teasing kisses on your ears and neck, making you giggle. He smirks and nuzzles closer, watching the stars in the sky with his starshine. Don’t get me started on rambling, though. Don’t think about how his goes off on a tangent, gushing about the different constellations and stars that he sees, pointing and grinning widely at the beauty the night sky has to offer. It’s getting late, but the young astronaut was planning a night full of stargazing and nightly conversations about sweet nothings

“Man, the stars tonight are beautiful. Of course, none of these stars compare to you, starshine. I only got eyes for you,”

Whatever you do, don’t think about his confidence and eagerness to show off his new functions. The way his eyes, quite literally, spark with joy whenever you compliment him on how cool you think he is. How he can relax and be himself completely with you around. The way he awkwardly tries to cuddle you and hold your hand, embarrassed at the permanent coldness of his body. How you always reassure him that he is the best boyfriend you could ask for. Despite the confidence he displays, he feels such happiness when you defend him from robophobic comments and admires you in awe. How he researches and asks his classmates (at least the ones he can trust) with dating advice. How else could be repay you for making him feel human? For granting him the something so precious that would make him feel like everyone else…..emotions

“It’s a gift for you, Y/N. No special occasion today. I just thought it would’ve been nice to get you something. You’re always so kind to me, I…..just wanted to show you how much I appreciated you”

Whatever you do, don’t think about how calm and serious his golden eyes are whenever he gets lost in a novel. How his bandaged fingers turn the page ever so delicately, his gaze unbreakable as his allows his brilliant mind to travel to another universe. He smiles as he learns something new, keeping a mental note of what to expect when he visits the said country he reads about. How he learns about new cultures, even sharing the most intriguing parts he found, it’s so comforting. Hearing him ramble about the history, the culture, the behavior, the nature, the holidays. You hearing him, even expressing the desire to travel with him to the new place, fills him with such pride. As if he finally found the one whom he could spend the rest of his life with. The one and only treasure whom he has all to himself and accepts him for him

“You wish to visit Argentina with me, dear? Words cannot express the honor that would be. I have many stories to tell you when I traveled there alone. However, it would be more enjoyable if you were by my side, beloved,”

Whatever you do, don’t think about the subtle smile that he has when he with near you. How loving he is in private, not being able to get his hands off of you. He takes off his beanie, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his crew cut. He never admits it, but he loves the feeling of having someone to come home to. How he never has to feel alone again, since he found a reason to keep living. Your smile, your cuddles, your voice, your hands, your personality. Everything he adores about you, and he wants to be alive for every second you spend together. The adorable side of him comes out, letting out a snicker as you play with his cat, silently inviting himself to join you two

“Huh, she seems to really like you, babe. And here I thought you still had ways to go before she warmed up to you,” 

Whatever you do, don’t think about how he gets all thrilled once you encourage him to tell you about his bugs. How he smiles so innocently and has a bright sparkle in his eyes, allowing the gentle wasps and bees to land on his large, rough hands. How he shows them off to you, the knowledge and intelligence he bestows towards you is quite a sudden change from what his classmates usually think of him as. He’s not even aware of the intelligence he was vaunting until he heard you compliment him. The blush on his face was enough to silently inform you he very much appreciated it. How he just wanted to hug you, but his fear of hurting his bug friends was still present. How all the prettiest butterflies in his lab land on your shoulder, head, and arms. Giggling about how beautiful you look with his friends surround you 

“Oh, does Y/N like Gonta’s butterflies? They seem to like Y/N a lot! Can Gonta play with all of you?” 

[plutolauvs]

📁 ─────── ★ KOKICHI OUMA ❕ ⌒ ⌒ ❛ meet me in the rain ❜ pregame!kokichi o. x gn!reader (( cw; 3rd POV. ))

where he meets with someone in the rain and that someone is who he longs for on ao3

( this is incredibly short since this was made for my writing club. just to note, the ao3 link contains a different version with she/her pronouns and another version replaces reader's name with my oc )

the city’s colors were drowned in a dullish haze, as rain poured into the scenery. y/n’s head tilted upwards, viewing the sunny skies that were hidden behind gray colors, as the clouds loomed over the city. the gentle breezes of May that were once soothing became chilling against wet skin and clothing. 

a shivering exhale escaped from their chest, before their head dropped low. with narrowed eyes, they watched their legs attempting to tremble despite the efforts to fight the shivers. y/n’s eyebrows furrowed along with their eyes squinting harder, before they nibbled on their dry lips and tilted their head to the right. through their nose, a harsh breath was forced out, then another noise jumped out once they processed the sound other than rain becoming louder.

after the weak gasp, they turned their head to the left, to see a familiar boy speeding up his walking. an umbrella was held with his left hand, while the right hand gripped the paper bag beside his body.

“y-y/n!”

with widened eyes, y/n adjusted their head to view the boy standing beside the bench they sat on. a shakened breath came out of him quickly, then he sat close to them to hover his umbrella over them both. 

“kichi…” y/n quietly called out to him, while observing the repetitive bites to his bottom lip, the strands of hair sticking to his neck and forehead, and his wide eyes that looked into theirs before straying away a few moments later. 

“i… got your calls! please , tell me how long you’ve been out here,” his pleas gave a light pained glint to their expression. feeling a tad impatient once the several seconds were filled with their silence and eyes looking away from him, he forcefully put the paper bag on their lap. “i brought food for you, and only you , okay?” his eyebrows furrowed while the stern tone of his voice left them confused with the emphasis, but more puzzled by the sudden determined voice. 

“hey… buddy, you sound worried, but—”

his fingers lightly went on their hand that was wet from heavy rain and relaxed from no energy. finally noticing his irises focused on their limp hand, their eyes traveled lower. his index finger caressed their skin, before he slid his hand to lay on top of theirs. with half-lidded eyes, a light glow to their eyes shimmered whilst they viewed and felt kichi’s thumb gently swaying back and forth.

their eyes met.

then he guided their hand into his; enveloping their palm with warmth.

  “please… let me worry,” his thumb, yet again, made gentle, swaying movements on their skin. he inhaled the cool air, and in sync, guided his eyes to look into theirs. 

  “ just this once .”

[plutolauvs]

📁 ─────── ★ HUNTER ❕ ⌒ ⌒ ❛ tutor boy ❜ hunter (g.g) x gn!reader oneshot summary ; while hunter is tutoring you, you get distracted fluff. cw ; flirty dialogue and physical touch (( third pov ))

(( yet again i've decided to post this shit bc i haven't completed anything :'). this shit lowkey old but i had rewritten it in June, and put it in a collection of hunter x reader oneshots on wattpad. the book is major old and desperately needs to be rewritten. anyway... )) ─── enjoy !

they sighed through their nose; gentle air expressed deep inner thought. though, he simply dismissed their exhalation, and continued reading the book below him with a slight twitch present in his ear.

their body was still; teeth harshly pressed together and their face grew tired from the subconscious tension in their frozen expression. the colors of their eyes suddenly captured hunter's fair skin once their irises shifted to their right. the view focused on his cheek - giving their mind a wonder about what he'd look like with a scar on that side of his face.

steady breaths continued; flowing through their nose. gentle fighting among their fingers that laid on their lap went on, whilst the sudden flicker of their irises appeared to focus on his jawline. its ever so defined, elegantly shaped to fit his beauty that he presented effortlessly. 

as they swallowed, their eyes squinted; when an urge drove them to focus on his irises. they watched his concentrated irises positioned for the reddish-pink hues of magenta to gather the ivory piece of paper. heart beats quickened into pounds that slowly became intense when time waved into the ocean of emptiness.  

though suddenly, they didn't expect to hold their breath at the next sight their brain decided to yearn for.

if their efforts to hide a sharp breath by manipulating it to come out as a simple sigh was pointless, they'd purposely make their nails pierce for the small bits of skin to be coated in their blood. but, they think that they'll accidently do that themselves anyway if they continue to admire the boy's lips that were smooth at the looks, and probably smooth at the touch.

"pay attention, y/n."

a low gasp slipped out, creating a chuckle to be heard from his lips. the glint of his eyes shimmered; satasification showed through his glare. while they continued to watch his eyes lower from amusement, the shame became overwhelming; and in sync, his mocking nature became overbearing.

“you know, y/n,” he started out on a whim, leading onto his next words. their eyes went up to his, silently patient in a state of unease. his irises lowered to their frowning lips, and a subconscious twitch to the side of his lips was present. “you’re not the smartest person i’ve met. you have your moments, that wasn’t one of them.”

despite his voice transitioning into a lower volume, the turn of casualty to sly caused fluster to be expressed through their eyes that narrowed. though, a small hint of interest spiked up once the realization of frustration gave entertainment he appreciated. 

“you’re not the greatest teacher, either…” their bark came out in a weak tone, yet the tone of annoyance was strong. their mumbles softened hunter’s expression-- and his pride.

silently, he thought to himself. gentle winds flowed out as a sympathetic sigh. the care and concern was evident, and was seen enough for the other figure’s body to relax. a calm silence filled the atmosphere; serenity motivated their irises to soften along with the peaceful warmth in his eyes.

his voice appeared yet again. the immense sweetness coated them in heat whilst the butterflies fluttered and ached in their stomach, quickly reaching towards their heat beats.  “if you want to earn it…” he halted, after he murmured. 

their lips parted; eyes slowly widened from a hand being guided towards their chin. his hands’ gentle touch gave a tremble to their hands, and so he finally adjusted their head for eyes to meet.

every second they blinked, they felt themself float into the clouds. every second into the clouds flew them into heaven; a heaven so glorious yet somehow the devils were tempting. his eyes shone yet the darkness never left him; it slowly suffocated them in the state of yearning.

between heaven and hell they drowned; yet they didn’t know he drowned with them. 

“you’re going to have to pay attention.” 

his fingers left their chin; giving them yearn for the touch that left. silently, hunter turned his head away to view the words on the paper. they tilted their head lower to view the book on the floor. as the quietness went on, a soft breath left their lips, whilst their hands balled into loose fists. 

while desperation swirling within them didn’t dare leave; it ached and its strength added onto the longing they felt. subconscious expression of yearning showed with a light smile which formed within their expression. though a sudden touch discarded the soft smile painted on their face; a gasp low in volume was heard as their irises flickered onto their lap.

i’ll pay attention.

the thought appeared in an instant, once the view of his hand resting on their thigh was present. a sparkle in their eyes glowed in utter adoration; and so they yearned for him, as always.

[plutolauvs]

📁 ─────── ★ KOKICHI OUMA ❕ ⌒ ⌒ ❛ fall to heaven ❜ kokichi o. x gn!reader chapt 2.  000.  my ghosts haunts me (( cw; ouma's first POV. ))

they haunt him with no mercy he hears them like they're alive their laughs echo and their stares linger they smile with grace and run with hurry how are you alive, ghost?

pt 1 on ao3

you disgust me, sometimes.

i had doubted they remembered me before their eyes snapped shut. i saw the stare of someone who couldn’t process the total shock that struck through their blood. i saw their physical form that was once social become limp and cold the next. they looked dead.

it’s disgusting. how are they there, laughing and effortlessly being loud like they never fell into a tragic situation? the way they run towards their buddies when they can’t keep up; forcing out few puffs of air from their fast movements aching their body. as if aching muscles from running was the only pain they’ve ever been in.

the way their eyes rip me apart. little by little, their claws are digging into my core to chew out my veins and spit it right out. the way their eyes look at me with a glint in their eyes—   a glint that’s lively.

it’s more-so bizarre, though, than disgusting. but even bizarre won’t even describe this feeling that won’t dare make me rest. the more my thoughts indulge in this feeling, the more my stomach turns and boils into sickness. it’s nauseating —   and this sickness only spikes up the anxiety that suffocates me when i see, notice, or feel their glances and stares.

all i do is drown. and the ghost that is haunting me isn’t helping me either.

and what makes it worse is that the ghost is alive.

it’s funny that they’re coming to me again. but this time, it's not an accident. they didn’t fall with each pain dragging a breath out of them, as their hands desperately reached for the railing. they didn’t end up lying down peacefully once the sound of their head hitting the floor echoed into my ears. the flash of clashing shock didn’t overwhelm the vision of their eyes. 

are you taunting me?

this time, i know why you’re coming to me. 

you taunt me as if i’m foolish. but i’ll always feel your eyes suffocating me.

“hey. you…” they paused, and their eyes locked to their right as the fade of their voice continued on. when their voice came to an end, their blank irises flickered to view my sitting figure. they observed my back that was slightly hunched, and my head that hovered the lunch table with soda beside me. the fresh fizzing of soda continued to fill both of our silence. 

i kind of wanna laugh. they’re a student associated with mostly good things, which happened by doing the bare minimum; being an american that just so happens to exist here. they talk with the popular kids because they’re cool. they get some people fawning over them, only to use them as a ticket to the ‘cool club’. 

yet i’ve seen the way they stumble over their words; how doubt or anxiety can be louder than their voice. i see their subtle movements, that their friends won’t dare acknowledge, or else that knowledge will destroy their view on their trendy doll. 

“i like your hair. it’s a pretty color,” they continued.

my stare never broke within my blinks. i tilted my head upwards, showing a monotone expression that filters by slight confusion sparking my brain. as i process their words, my irises turn to the left, then the right, and right back to them for a short moment.

“it’s… black,” my soft tone replies, as i study their animated self. 

i can hear a low huff escaping through their nose; with a sassy attitude, they guide their hand for it to lay on their hip. a smile forms on their face, one that is subtle. it's a familiar smile; one that you fake to force out an expression of emotion to shield you, yet that shield is too much to build. 

“i… like black. it’s a decent color. i—  it’s a color that goes with every color.”

i laid my hand on the table. instantly, my index finger tapped against the cold surface of hard plastic. i tilted my head towards my right, while gentle air flowed through my lips, hitting the lucid atmosphere immediately. “that’s quite a subjective opinion,” my simple reply makes it through with a gentle tone coating it. though once i glance towards their eyes, i can see the spark that tells me that they know i’m holding back.

“a subjective opinion that’s quite popular.”

not a perfect retort; it's not clever and the confidence within their tone is little. though something in me just can’t help it; the small ping of interest builds, and it's debatable if it’ll crumple back down or become stronger and ignite. 

“are you…” my hesitation cuts shortly, once the volume of my voice becomes louder lightly. “trying to imply that opinion is, erm, objective?” a meek tone questions them, but the subtle urge to dig for answers is apparent. as expected, my brain is the only one who notes this urge that struggles to crawl out. its scratching at the surfaces of my skull that i can hear, but my natural ways to hold myself back is prominent. 

“well… no, but… ” overbearing nervousness chains them; claws hold them down while time freezes. they’re not moving- they look just as dead as they looked under me last friday. i could imagine the way they feel their body slowly becoming heavy due to weight, but nobody can help them because the only one who sees the crushing weight pressing onto their bones is themselves. i could imagine only feeling the air that brushed against their still eyes, that irritated them but not enough to encourage an escape. i’ve been in the same situation before.

my irises quickly lay onto the small can that holds the contents of sweetness and acid. the noises of fizzling were still as loud and quick as it were minutes ago; its sound is the only thing that makes me realize how time hasn’t gone by as quickly as it should’ve. and at last, a hand reaches over to the cold metal, with a silent plea by my brain to not look at them echoing. 

i refuse to look at you.

“but , that opinion is just as popular as a typical-objective opinion!” 

yet somehow, you’ve saved yourself quicker than i’ve ever had. are you used to your role that you can’t escape, or are you as effortlessly cool as people make you out to be? 

or will you always be alive enough to pick yourself up over and over again?

“your hair isn’t even that black. it’s really dark. but my point still stands.”

my head snapped towards them; with my expression still as ever, with usual shyness accompanying my features that everyone notices. the grip on the metal that slowly becomes lucid as my palm suddenly tightens, before my voice appears into the scenery again. 

“is there… any reason you’re here?”

once a note of the impatience slipping into my tone makes them alert, a quick reply with heavy confidence makes its way into my ear.

“i wanted to know if i could sit with you.”

their smile radiated the warmth that i silently rejected. though with that rejection, came with my stare holding a hint of emotion i couldn’t detect as a whole. a part of them knows the answer that’ll guide them to their next action, but another part of them lights up from content. 

i don’t know what they’re seeing, but i have a feeling i don’t want to know what’s shining within my eyes. 

and there they are, at it again, with no mercy:

haunting me.

you are warm as if you're alive yet you haunt me as a ghost.

[plutolauvs]

📁 ─────── ★ KOKICHI OUMA ❕ ⌒ ⌒ ❛ fall to heaven ❜ kokichi o. x gn!reader chapt 1.  000.  stars to angels (( cw; reader's first POV. ))

who was that angel i saw?

the star that shone?

was it you, loner boy?

on ao3

who was that angel i saw?

who was the one flying above; eyes down on me with little hint of emotion? they were the one that shone before the white consumed my vision. their beauty was captured within little time, yet my eyes on them felt like forever.

yet now, when i imagine them; the void of white overtake their facial features and outline their figure. they’re glowing. their brightness gives a twinkle within my eyes. like stars within darkness. and like the stars, their impact on me makes the water form in my eyes as my heart yearns for something i can’t reach. like the stars, they’ve given me something i never knew i needed.

they are a star.

fragments of imagination aren’t a rarity.

when i lie in bed, the dreams that play after i share my tears with the pillow beneath me are fragments of imagination. when the palm of my hand embraces the side of my cheek, as my irises stare onto my food below me, the daydreams that roam within me are fragments of imagination.

but some ‘fragments of imagination’ are the reality you deny.

yet sometimes, the reality you deny is the reality you need.

the familiar students that speak in front of me disappear. the familiar students sitting next to me as they chat disappear. the familiar students cackling away in the lunchroom’s corners disappear. and it happens when i turn my head, for him to fill my vision.

him. he’s the boy—that at first glance—blends in with the rest. dark-toned hair and eyes, along with light skin like most students here have. it's no wonder that before the fall; my mouth replying to loud conversations easily dragged my attention away from his presence. it's no wonder my eyes never moved to him when the classes got boring and my daydreams got stronger.

but then i realized the color of his hair—though black—has its unique hues of cold undertones what’s even more fascinating is the light tips of his damaged hair. though his hair has a similar shape everyday, you can tell the waves of strands are in different places or positions everyday.

his hair reminds me of a midnight’s sky. a midnight’s sky changes depending on the day, or week—but the little changes i seek in my lonely woes makes it such a difference. there’s the clouds that come or go—they’re always gray but either light or dark. there’s the moon that decides to say hello in its crescent or full form. and even the stars that become lanterns.

his eyes are always a plain midnight. look in too deep yet you’ll never see what’s going through his mind. all you’ll see is emptiness that’s darker than the color of his irises. though within the dark, i see beauty. a beauty so enticing, that i wouldn’t mind risking it all to savor the feeling it gives me. i see the stars. the galaxies.

he’s so much smaller than most of the teen boys here, and seems less obnoxious, too. his small statue serves as a way to easily hide himself among a bigger crowd, and his quietness serves as a way to hide himself from the loudness.

good for him, because he’s a loner.

but i’m not sure how to feel.

he’s the one that appears in my head when i need someone the most. he’s the one that makes the breath in my throat suffocate me when i yearn for romance. he’s the one i imagine wrapping my arms around my cuddled body, when the reality that i only got myself to embrace me… is too distressing to think about.

this loner boy. the angel.

kokichi ouma.

this same boy that glanced at me with the hint in his expression that told me his confusion. multiple times. the same boy that hid his anxious expression when the feeling of my eyes observing him gave him an overbearing feeling of dread.

and so i apologize by being more stern to myself.

no more long stares at him; no more depending on his breathing, physical appearance to lighten me with something lively. no more finding the hope i needed within those dull eyes. i’ve tried to lower the thoughts of him; now that the angel in my thoughts has gotten more vivid with details, it's easy to associate this angel with the same dread and anxiety he felt by my stares and glances.

but i miss him.

loner boy, star, angel— i hope we can be friends one day.

maybe one day i’ll be what you were to me.