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my requests are open!! the fandoms i write for are listed below…

demon slayer:

genya shinazugawa-

childhoodbestfriend!genya- ‘ten years’

haikyuu

nothing yet!

squid game

nothing yet!

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‘ten years’

genya shinazugawa

childhood friends

modern!au

(just as a note i wrote this a long time ago in my notes, never thinking i’d post it… so)

-not edited-

Genya Shinazugawa. He was the boy who used to tug at your hair and blow raspberries in your face when you first met in kindergarten. You’d run screaming to your mother after school ended, crying over how the bald-headed boy used to pester you. although somehow, you couldn’t help but run back. every time he’d call you ‘stupid!’ or ‘annoying!’, you couldn’t deny the way he made you giggle whenever you decided to fight back.

“get out of the way!” his squeaky voice huffs angrily. his little hands grab at your tiny forearms and push you out of the way so he can get to his cubby.

you stood your ground, huffing triumphantly when he stomps over to the teachers desk, crying out that ‘she’s not letting me get to my cubby!’. his angry wailing makes the teacher pinch the bridge of her nose and snap.

“enough! you two go to the make-up corner!” she grabs the both of you by the hand.

great.

the makeup corner was a small corner consisting of two beanbags in a tucked away nook in the colorful classroom. posters of the golden rule plastered all over. it was a time out sort of place made for when arguing children, like you and genya, went too far and were forced to make up.

“ten minutes okay?” the teacher clicks the timer on the shelf nearby and steps away, tending to the other children that stare and let out small ‘oooo’s.

genya slumps down on the bright green beanbag and kicks his feet angrily, before his steam runs short and he stops after only a few moments. you do the same but on the darker blue one next to his, and glance at the steps to ‘rekindling friendship’ and you pout.

“i can’t even read.”

your focus shifts to him, curled up with his knees tucked to his chest, his crossed arms resting atop. his scowl is sour, and you can’t deny it’s a little silly.

“me too.” you admit.

“what do you think it says?” his face softens ever so slightly

“probably that you’re ugly.” you puff out your cheeks to prevent a laugh from coming out.

he furrows his brows and looks at the paper.

“nuh-uh!” he says in disbelief

you nod in response.

“well i bet it says you’re uglier cause you’re a girl!” he spits back and you gasp, picking up the paper and looking at it.

the only words you can make out is ‘friends’ and filler words like ‘the’ and ‘and’. challenge accepted.

“well i think it says you smell!” you pinch your nose, playing the part.

his hands reach out and grab the other end of the paper.

“well i bet it says that you’re stupid!” he tries to tug the paper.

a back and forth ensues, a tug-of-war game starting laced with childish insults. you are kindergarteners after all…

“i bet it says that… that…” you struggle to find a worse insult.

“that you’re a…” you hesitate, thinking of a word that your parents had said before

“-you’re a shit!” you gasp as soon as you say it and he gasps too.

his face reddens with rage and he tugs on the paper one final time and…

*RIP*

a loud tear silences the both of you. the paper is split right down the middle.

she should’ve probably laminated it.

you both look at each other in surprise, fear evident in both of your little eyes. a million thoughts run through your minds and it’s put to a stop by your muffled giggles.

genyas face softens at your unexpected reaction. he can’t help but sigh in defeat, letting a few closed mouth giggles slip out.

it was odd. how quickly you both just went from arguing to giggling in the make-up corner together. you both laugh even harder at each others laughter which makes it get louder and louder as time passes. the childish nature of a ripped paper being your biggest worry seems silly, but what’s even sillier is the fact you can’t seem to stop laughing, the anger for one another ticking away with each gasp for air as you laugh uncontrollably. the ticking wasn’t imaginary though as it finally came to a stop when the ringing of the alarm goes off.

for the rest of the kindergarten year, you find yourself in the make-up corner with genya almost on a weekly basis, but this time it’s intentional. it’s the only time you are able to find where it’s just the two of you to speak about your crazy child imaginations. you then find out he lives a street over.

you find yourself sitting against the wall of the school building next to genya as your parents speak with his mom, speaking a little quieter.

“what’re they saying?” you whisper, nudging your face close to his ear

he grumbles and pushes your cheek away.

“i dunno.”

you then understand what they were talking about as now you walk to and from school everyday with genya and his older brother sanemi. the taller white haired boy walks ahead as you and genya shuffle quickly behind, occasionally nudging each other back and forth.

once you’re finally able to walk where it’s just you two by 3rd grade, sanemi starting high school made him start taking the bus, you promise to link arms to stay together and so you’re ‘less likely to get kidnapped’ as both of your parents said.

and so you did, and the closeness of your linked arms as you walk just begun many silly conversations. which begun a friendship of a lifetime.

later in life you realize the make-up corner wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

—

as years pass, genya is still mean to you but with a sense of protectiveness underneath it. as you both jump from grade to grade, his buzz turns into a short mohawk. it looks stupid. but you don’t tell him that unless you wanna get socked in the arm. he only hits you now with a reason… up until eighth grade.

it’s the first day of eighth grade when your stomach turns at the sight of your longtime friend. his little body and big head grows to the point to where he’s nearly a foot taller than you. still scrawny but his height is undeniably different.

“what’re you looking at?” he narrows his eyes at you angrily, but a sense of insecurity behind his cold gaze.

“when did that happen? i literally saw you all summer.” you frown and look at him confused

“when did what happen?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“you’re like the tallest in the grade!” you look around at the other students passing by, nodding your head specifically at the kid who used to be the tallest in seventh grade, genya easily taking his spot as number one

“oh. i guess i didn’t realize…” he looks down at his shoes and notices his uniform pants are a little shorter than he remembers.

“well maybe you idiots are just shrinking!”

he pushes your shoulder.

you honestly start to consider he was right as he just kept growing.

twig arms and legs turned to tree trunks and the scar that rests underneath his right eye lengthens with age. his face chisels and his voice goes from squeaky and crackly to deep and gruff. his stupid mohawk you mock grows out into soft waves at the end. his scowls turned to soft smiles in your direction whenever he was able to make you laugh. maybe you were insane but if you said he looked ugly, you’d be lying.

—

“what took you so long huh?” a sophomore genya crosses his arms, resting against the gate to the campus

“making up a test from when i was sick the other day.” you murmur, texting your mom that you were on your way home

“hope you failed” he grumbles and turns on his heel to walk with you as you exit the campus, on your route to walking to your home first, then genya walking to his by himself.

“wow thanks.” you stuff your phone into your pocket and adjust your backpack, letting it rest comfortably across your shoulders.

“i have so much homework” you pout to yourself as you look at your feet when you walk, occasionally kicking rocks softly that end up in your path.

“shoulda done it during your break but you were too busy talking.” he hesitantly reaches out his arm.

yes. you still did the tradition. and what about it?

you link your arm with his without a second thought and trek on

“aoi needed my help!” you defend and he scoffs.

you continue rambling on about the drama of the day, you being his news channel basically. you always filling him in on things he fails to notice throughout the day.

“-and she literally like went up to the other girls desk and was like ‘you wanna fight or something?’ and the other girl was all like ‘what are you talking about?’” you ramble on and you arm absentmindedly squeezes his. he tenses slightly and chuckles sheepishly to brush it off

“…wild” he says dryly.

as you guys take your usual path to your houses, you are always reminded of the spots where you and genya spent most of your days after school and during your seasonal breaks off.

you reminisce when you see the garage door you crashed your scooters into, breaking genyas pinky. the corner where you both sold lemonade during hot summer days, completely overpricing them by a dollar. The street lamp where you busted your lip, which led to genya screaming and freaking out and just tightly holding his palm to your lip. The neighbors house where you used to sneak onto their trampoline and used their huge backyard for ‘ghosts in the graveyard’. The old elementary school where you guys became friends in the first place from that god-forbid make-up corner. And the kamado household which held many birthday parties in its basement, which included many games like truth or dare, which led to genya pecking you on the cheek at the age of 12.

once you finally reach your street, you can almost feel the breeze from the memory of racing down the road on your bicycles.

you walk in comfortable silence as you finally approach your door, releasing your arm from his. he gets a chill from where your arm used to be.

“see ya tomorrow?” you always say as if you don’t already know he’ll be there waiting right at 7:30 in the morning with his backpack taut against his back.

he nods with a soft smile before its replaced with a neutral expression

“see ya” he murmurs as he playfully nudges your shoulder as you walk in, a certain look in your eyes as you peek one last time at him doesn’t go unnoticed, and it makes his heart race for some reason.

once the door clicks shut, he sighs and looks down at his feet and he gets a big thump in his heart which travels to his stomach.

“dammit.” he grumbles under his breath

partly because he knew now he had to walk all the way back to his house by himself, no chatterbox to keep him company. but underneath, he knew it was really because of the realization he had fallen for you.

you didn’t even do anything. this was a regular day for you so why did this happen today? you didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, no extra attention, no touchiness. just same old you.

he turns to get on the route to his own home, his steps a little heavier from when they were with you.

-

he pushes the heavy front door open, a loud creak echoes in the process and he steps inside, taking off his shoes.

“‘m home.” he mumbles and looks to the living room, seeing his older brother grading papers with a scowl.

sanemi peers up at him through his white lashes as a greeting.

“where’s ma?” genya asks, scratching the side of his cheek

“she picked up another shift tonight. probably won’t see her for the rest of the day” sanemi responds coldly as usual, his voice gruff and tired

genya nods in understanding. he shuffles his feet and stands in place for a moment before he inhales.

“i’ll be in my room” he mumbles and turns to head down the hall to his room. sanemi doesn’t answer.

he goes to his room and gently closes the door and sets his backpack down by the door. his home life was contently quieter compared to yours. he didn’t mind though. it gave him a break from the more chaotic environment of hanging out with you and your other little group of friends.

he goes on about his after school routine. doing his homework, avoiding his math homework until he finally gives in, catching up on social medias, and just relaxing. as he lays on his back on his bed his mind wanders to you again and how he felt earlier when we was left at your front door once you went inside.

why does he feel like this all of a sudden? that one look in your eyes just changed his whole perception of you.

since genya has hit puberty, he’s viewed girls differently. not in a creepy way just… different. like he’s ultra aware of himself whenever he’s in direct contact with one. he used to smack girls with markers and throw erasers at them… but now? he can barely even hold a marker when there’s an exceptionally pretty girl in front of him, like the artistic upperclassmen miss kanroji.

but he never felt that way with you.

he’d never hesitate to chuck a notebook at your head when you say something stupid, flick your forehead when you do something embarrassing. whenever you went out to a fancy restaurant with your small group of friends, he wouldnt even acknowledge that you’re wearing makeup or a pretty skirt.

but now as he thinks back on those moments, he curses himself for not seeing your beauty sooner.

his thoughts are intruded by a harsh knock on his door which makes him sit up straight

“yea?” he calls out and the door opens and his white haired brother steps in, the phone pressed to his ear

“whadaya want for dinner? mom’ll order us something.” he asks with his natural scowl on his face

—

meanwhile you finally finish your homework and toss the books in your backpack and flop on the bed while you’re on the phone with your friends. aoi, kanao, and nezuko.

“finally done!” you groan while you stretch and your friends dryly congratulate you

“i gotta go.” kanao says suddenly with her usual soft voice

“huh?” the rest of you guys say in unison

“i have someone coming over.” she mutters, an extra softness in her voice and the rest of you groan in annoyance. you all already know who.

“quit taking my brother from me!” nezuko whines with a giggle. “but yeah i should go too. i gotta get some rest for tomorrow.” she says lightly and hangs up immediately after. leaving you and aoi in the call with a moment of silence

“i hate boyfriends.” aoi blurts out

“you don’t even have one?” you say snarkily

“or should i say not yet-“

“shut up you know what i mean!” her voice shrieks out and you laugh in response

“they think they’re slick ditching us for their boyfriends.” you change the subject

“wish i could do that” aoi sighs, a ruffling heard from her end as if she’s moving on her bed, getting comfortable.

“same.” you blurt out before you could realize what you said

“oh?” aois voice picks up

“wait-“

“genya?” she immediately says

“what?!” you say a little louder than you mean to before immediately hushing yourself

“i wasn’t thinking. i mean like i…” you start, not knowing where you’re going with your words

“mhm.” aoi says lowly “yeah.”

“whatever. i’m going to bed” you try to change the subject

“is genya there?” she sneers

“oh my-!” you start before your phone beeps

-call ended-

“-god…” you scoff in disbelief and turn over to lay on your back.

—

the next morning genya patiently waits for you at your front door yet he can’t help but put his fingers to his forehead, wiping the sweat from his hairline away.

why is he so sweaty? it’s a chilly morning…

he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he hears your door click before you pop out, hair a little messy and your uniform shirt collar not folded down. on a usual day he would laugh and call you ugly but the way your bags under your eyes complete the look makes him not able to look away.

“hey.” you sigh out, smoothing your uniform skirt out, not noticing your collar.

“rough morning?” he snorts out and walks towards you, reaching his hands out without thinking

you freeze. since when did his hands get so big?

“what’re you doing?” you blabber out

he freezes too and his face turns beet red, his shaky hands retract to his sides, his shoulders stiff and raised to his ears

“your… your collar.” he stutters out and your face turns pale

oh.

“oh.” you repeat what you said in your mind, feeling stupid as you reach your hand to your neck, your fingertips grazing your unfolded collar.

“thanks…” you mutter out and fold it down, looking away from him.

you toss your backpack over your shoulder and you walk down

“ready?” you ask, trying to break the awkwardness

he inhales sharply and nods, just a pink tint to his cheeks now. you link arms and start making your way to your school. about a fifteen minute walk.

“i texted you last night” he says quietly

shit.

“really? sorry. i didn’t notice…” you say, guilt making the tips of your ears burn

“it’s fine. i just needed help with math but uh… sanemi helped.”

“yikes….” i scoff, knowing how rough his brother is when it comes to math

“i was on the phone sorry…” you scratch your cheek

“it’s okay. with kanao and aoi i’m guessing?”

“yeah and nezuko. they ditched for their boyfriends” you grumble the last part

“so basically just aoi.”

he snickers “they seem to do that a lot.”

“i mean i probably would too if i had a boyfriend” you shrug before you can comprehend what you just said

he purses his lips in thought. “don’t tell me you want a boyfriend again.” he sighs.

every once in a while, you went through a phase of desperately wanting a boyfriend. it sometimes occurred after seeing an old couple eating at a cafe, your own parents dancing in the kitchen illuminated by the fridge light, or even in your own friends. now was one of those moments.

“imagine having someone who loves you like that at such a young age!” you defend yourself, nudging his shoulder with yours.

“even aoi was agreeing with me!”

“cmon now… you know if inosuke wasn’t as stupid as a fish they’d be like that too.” he deadpans in your direction, his voice still gruff from the early morning.

you giggle at his attack at inosuke and you sigh, agreeing with him.

“seriously though.”

his heart beat quickens and there’s a long pause.

…

“i don’t really get it.” he blurts

you turn to look at him, squinting in confusion.

“huh? don’t get what?”

“how they love each other if they’ve only known each other since like…” he pauses for a moment and flicks his tongue out to wet his lips. “-eighth grade?” he stares straight ahead as he keeps walking, basically pulling you along by your linked arm.

you furrow your brows curiously

“that’s a long time.” you reason.

“i know but it’s just like- if you’re going to like fall in love with someone… i feel like it should take longer than just like two… three years.” his voice is oddly calm.

“how long do you think it should take?” you say quietly, wanting to make sure you listen closely

“like ten.” he says calmly without thinking

“ten?” you snort in disbelief and then you think closer.

kindergarten to 10th grade….

you gulp and you hear your heartbeat in your ears

“tens a lot…” you feel yourself go from linking your arm with his to absentmindedly resting your hand on his upper arm, his bicep tenses under your touch

“i mean- yeah but…” he gulps too.

“it’s just.. i feel like people need time to get to know stuff about each other.”

“a whole decade?” you tilt your head

“it took me this long to know everything about you.”

oh god.

“hey guys!” a kind voice rings out.

you guys didn’t even realize you were standing in the middle of the courtyard, your hand gripping his arm. you scramble off, leaving a foot in between the two of you as you see tanjiro skipping over

“morning!” he waves and shines his usual goody goody smile

“hey tanjiro…” you respond, still shaken up from what just happened

“hey genya, wanna come to the library to check out the book you were looking for?” he asks, standing close to him with a big smile.

he nods desperately stepping away from you and walking with his hands stiff leaving you there by yourself.

what the hell just happened?

“what’s up with him?” aoi startles you out of your thoughts when she yanks your shoulder

“i…” you think about telling her or not

“-i’ll tell you at lunch” you say with your shoulders slumped as you both walk to your classes, a certain blue haired boy joining in half way.

they bicker back and forth but there’s no real sense of anger taking place. it reminds you of when you and genya were kids. inosuke being genya picking a fight and aoi being you, trying to get him to shut his mouth. you find it sweet but you definitely feel like a third wheel and it annoys you slightly. you wish they’d just cut the crap and get together…

maybe that’s how all of your friends feel about you and genya?

“hey i’m gonna go to the bathroom before class starts. i’ll catch up okay?” they both nod curiously and the second you walk away, you can hear their bickering fade out the father away you walk.

once you hear that they’re far enough away, you swerve and take a different route to your class.

—

the lunch bell rings and you zoom to the courtyard, finding your group sitting under a tree, lunches in their laps. with three extra visitors….

“hey guys you got here quick.” you sit down in front of the three with their plus-ones, and you suddenly feel disregarded as they giggle.

nezuko spoon feeding zenitsu who has a lovestruck look on his face, kanao and tanjiro sitting criss cross from each other and chatting away softly, and aoi defending her food from her “friend”, inosuke.

you close your mouth when you realize they aren’t listening and you lose your appetite before you feel the toe of a shoe hit your lower back softly. you look up expecting to see genya but…

oh.

muichiro looks down at you between his long hair with a bored expression on his face. he was a freshman you just happened to be acquainted with in some of your classes due to his high academic levels.

“oh hey muichiro. what’re you doing here?” he usually didn’t sit with you, but then again, neither did your friends’ boys.

“genya told me to tell you that he’s in his brothers classroom. so he wont be out for lunch.”

great.

“okay bye now.” he says quietly before he catches tanjiros attention and he beckons him to sit down. you sigh in relief when he accepts, sitting right next to you.

now you don’t look.. that lonely. tanjiro goes right back to chatting away with kanao as soon as he sits

“do they always act like this?” he squints at the three boys and you shake your head

“i don’t know why they’re here.” you shrug, putting your lunch away from your loss of appetite.

muichiro pauses and peeks at you from the corner of his eye, noticing how you’re avoiding their direction as if it’s bothering you.

“is genya usually doing the same with you?”

your eyes pierce through his, blown wide. as if on cue zenitsu’s cheesy giggles echo through your ears and nezukos soft cooing. you think you’re gonna be sick.

muichiro doesn’t seem to be noticing how what he said affects you and he just goes back to sitting in the grass, running his hands along the blades, blunt edges from being recently cut.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, hoping the bell rings soon.

—

“hey so what were you gonna tell me about genya this morning?” aoi tilts her head while you guys and kanao walk to the library for your free period after lunch

you peer around the three of you for any signs of someone who could hear.

“he said something weird this morning.” you start, pulling them into one of those noise cancelling cubicles in the library and slide the door shut. when you turn around you see them sat down with their heads cocked to the side

“how so?” kanao squints

“okay so yesterday i was going on about how i wanted a boyfriend right? nothing really weird about that since-“

“you do it all the time. yeah” they finish your sentence in unison

you grumble and sit down across from them

“okay so.. he was all like ‘don’t you think it’s weird how your friends are like in love if they haven’t known in each for that long?’” you start telling them the story where you ask how long you think someone should know someone for them to fall in love.

“-and he said ten.” you say firmly, as if they’ll understand immediately

“ten years?” aoi scoffs

“that’s what i said! but then i thought about it more…”

they lean in close to listen

“kindergarten to sophomore year. ten. years.”

their eyes light up, their faces entertained

“like what does that mean?!” you ask smacking your hands to your cheeks.

“that he’s in love with you?” kanao questions

“there’s more!” you cut her off

“so i was like ‘tens years is a lot’ and he was like-“ the memory flashes through your head

~~

it took me this long to know everything about you.

~~

you shudder just remembering it and say it aloud and they both gasp and say your name in a sing song tone

“like what is that supposed to mean?!” you basically say again and you hide your face in your hands, resting your forehead on the table.

the two girls glance at one another and aoi gives kanao a look that goes over your head since you aren’t looking

—

genya sighs as he finally exits his brothers classroom, the tense air slowly fading when he sees tanjiro, zenitsu and inosuke approaching. they invite him to the library for their free period as well and genya nods, although he was expecting to spend it with you.

the four walk to the library, inosuke acting crazy and zenitsu smacking him on the shoulder when the classes they pass close their doors from his loudness. they make it to the library and notice the three of you guys in a cubicle and decide to sit in the one right next to it. genya notices how your face is stressed and nervous while aoi and kanaos are smug and giving each other looks. he wonders why….

kanao catches a glimpse of tanjiro and motions a phone with her hand. tanjiro checks his phone and his eyes squint

“i’ll be right back guys… i’ll catch up!” he says with his usual smile and jogs off, meeting with kanao in between the aisles of the library.

inosuke and zenitsu are bickering, telling him to be quiet in the library when genya pulls the door closed.

kanao and tanjiro conjure up a plan, while genya decides to step out and look around at the books. little does he know, you both have the same idea

you step out of the cubicles at the same time and notice each other

“oh hey! i didn’t know you were in here.” you skip up to him

“oh hah.. i did.. i didn’t wanna bother you though.” he rubs the back of his neck

you both wander to the bookshelf and look at the books together. you suddenly reminisce on when you both were skipping at the beginning of your freshman year, you both snuck off to the library because you were bored.

-

you saw a cool book on the top shelf and you wanted to reach for it but it was way too high. you both come up with the brilliant plan to climb onto his shoulders.

not a very brilliant plan.

you crash to the ground with the book in hand and the librarian catches you both, earning you your first of many detentions that year. it was worth it though. it was hard fighting back a burst of laughter when the librarian screamed in your faces with her wiry grey hairs and deep wrinkles forming deeper when she was angry. the second you got kicked from the library, you got scolded by another teacher for laughing so loud.

-

you slowly walk to another aisle when you hear whispers

“you have to get how he feels about her!”

it’s kanao

“i already do! he’s like desperately in love!”

that’s tanjiro.

you both lock eyes, curious on what they’re discussing and you both tip toe impossibly closer without being seen

“she’s been going on and on and it’s so clear they’re into each other so help me out?” she asks softly

“alright. but if he gets mad…-” tanjiro answers reluctantly

“thank you! i promise genya will be grateful eventually!” she squeaks out

your blood runs cold and you’re now extra-aware of the fact that they’re talking about the both of you, as you’re BOTH listening. you don’t dare look at him, staring wide at nothing

they skip back hand in hand to the cubicles and you slowly turn to look at genya, feeling a thousand pounds heavier

“uh…” he says with his teeth clenched

you stand up straight and lean your back against the bookshelf behind you. he does the same across from you.

“alrighty then…”

this is NOT the way you wanted this to happen

“so…”

the next few moments are filled with ‘uhh’ and ‘umm’

“i’m sorry” he says softly. softer than you’ve ever heard

“what?” you look up at him, eyes searching his face to look for a sign of what he was feeling

when you glance up, his hands are on his face, his shoulders raised to his ears.

“genya?” you try to get his attention

he inhales sharply and drops his hands

“i like you.” you notice his hands are in fists, his nails digging crescents into his palms

“woah woah-“ you start, completely taken by surprise, not expecting him to go with it. you thought he’d swear up and down and deny it.

“wait no-“ he corrects himself and starts off with your name firmly

“-i love you. and yes i was talking about you this morning. and yes i meant you when i said ten years. actually maybe not even that but- i don’t know. doesn’t matter. i really love you and im so mad at myself for not seeing it sooner.” he takes his heavy hands and drops them on your shoulders, feeling like bricks landing on them but you don’t care.

you stare up at him with glassy eyes, your head bumping against the books behind you as you jolt from his palms placed on your shoulders

your breathing is heavy and slow, mentally building confidence to answer him

“i… love you too.”

—

“where’s genya and (y/n)?” the couple asks aoi and the two boys before they both hear a book slam against the floor of the library close by.

zenitsu jumps and shrieks and gets smacked down by inosuke

“shut up!” he grumbles

aoi tilts her head follows where the slam came from with the rest following closely behind. they peer around the corner and all gasp

genya trapping you against the bookshelf, his hands gripping the wood of the shelf for dear life as his head is tucked down, his lips smushed against yours. your hands gently cupping his cheeks as both of your eyes shut tightly. the kiss looking almost aggressive but soon turned gentle once the nervousness washed away.

zenitsus shrieks pulled the two of you apart and inosuke punches his shoulder, making him cry out again. there’s a moment of silence between you all until the librarian approaches

“shinazugawa and (y/l/n)! principals office now!” she shouts

[purr269962]

about me…

i mainly just write whenever i have free time or whenever i just feel like it…

i’m comfortable only writing fluff and maybe some suggestive stories but not full on smut!

i’ll always be taking requests.. but don’t expect them to be written or to be focused on right away

i have no idea how to make posts on here so bare with me as i navigate

fandoms i (mainly) write for:

haikyuu

demon slayer

maybe others depending on if i watch anything new