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you finally turn in your essay you breathe a sigh of relief. but that feeling is soon gone when you check the time and see that it's 11 pm.

you look at the windows nearby and see that it's pitch black, and you check your surroundings and there are very few people left. it's finals season and the library is no stranger for students to be pulling all-nighters trying to study or turn in their projects at the last minute.

you close your laptop and pack up your stuff and go to head out when you look outside the door and you see a weird man outside, smoking something that smelt absolutely disgusting. you felt a pit of anxiety grow in your stomach because this is the only way out and any of the other exits would sound the emergency alarm. you take deep breath and decide to walk out (dumbest decision ever) and you're hit with a "hey there pretty girl, what are you doing here?" from the creep and you immediately run back into the library.

you open your contacts and go to the one labeled tobio❤️ and click on it, calling him. you knew he was probably sleeping, but you didn't really want to sleep at the library.

he picks up "hello?" his voice is groggy and laced with sleep. you start to feel bad knowing you woke him up.

"tobio?" you start. "hey i'm sorry for waking you up but there's this creep outside the library and i just-"

"i'm on my way." he cuts you off. you hear some shuffling in the background. "give me like ten minutes and i'll be there". his house is a thirty minute walk from the university library. "just wait inside okay? don't worry."

"it's okay tobio you can take your time. i'll be waiting. i love you"

"i love you too." and he hangs up. you put your phone back into your pocket and you can't help the guilty feeling that begins to swirl in the pit of your stomach. you know he has a busy schedule with balancing volleyball and school and you soon begin to regret your decision. but there was no stopping him he was probably halfway to the library by now.

you're sitting on one of the armchairs with your phone in your hand, mindlessy scrolling on social media when you feel a hand on your head, you look up and see your dark hair boyfriend. he seems out of breath and his hair a mess. he's still in pajamas, you can tell because he's wearing a stained hoodie underneath his puffer.

"lets go" he says with a small smile.

you stand up and he follows next to you as you walk out the building. when you see the man coming to approach you again you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you into his chest. you can hear his heartbeat.

"oh? back again pretty girl-"

"hey man fuck off alright." kageyama scowls at him, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as he begins to walk faster. leaving the creep behind.

once you guys are a safe distance away he begins to loosen his grip on you but never moves his arm from your shoulder.

"i'm sorry if i woke you up." you start to say.

"why?"

"i don't know, i guess it's because you have such a busy schedule. and i know how much you care about your health and that stuff-"

"but i care about you more." he says bluntly, dark blue eyes staring into yours. "i mean i would much rather be tired at tommorows practice than have you be unsafe." he says with his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. yours do the same at his words.

you continue your walk back to his apartment. he says that after waking him up you owe this to him. of course you can't deny when he offers to give you his t shirt, and when you pull the covers up to your chest and feel his hand snake around your waist and pull you close to him, nose nuzzling into your neck you hear him whisper.

"don't ever worry about bothering me if something like this happens again." he presses a kiss to your neck and you turn around to cup his face and kiss his lips softly. you see the moonlight illuminate his features as you pull back, his eyes half lidded with a smile on his face.

"okay, tobio. goodnight" you say smiling. resting your head onto his chest as he pulls you closer.

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they’re still brothers to me also yuuji is a fall out boy stan i rest my case

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bloody nose: kuroo x calloused hands reader

calloused hands masterlist // main masterlist

warnings: violence, blood, swearing; grammatical errors, not proofread, i wrote this just for me so it's probably not great

an: here it is. my self indulgent bonus chapter that’s got my fingers itching. i wanted to write this so fucking bad i genuinely do not even care if it’s good tbh; im sure if you wanted to read this without reading all of calloused hands u could but it’s probably better in context

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their set's not going well.

it might have something to do with the venue; it's a small, cramped basement bar with only one way out and one way in-the old and creaking staircase that looks like it's one bad day away from collapsing. it might be the fact that the bouncer's stopped counting heads and the bar's way over capacity. could be the hot humid air that's suffocating them and only getting worse with each person that claws their way towards the band.

but it's probably the heckler.

yn's generally not really bothered by that sort of thing. it's not like this is the first one she's ever dealt with; normally she'll just play over them until they learn their lesson and keep their mouths shut during their sets.

but the bar's fucking tiny and so ungodly packed and hot it's making her just a bit more irritable than usual. every couple of minutes there's some sweaty dude from the pit getting knocked into her and knocking her hand off her guitar, throwing her off and making her fuck up. it's irritating. it's frustrating. she knows her bandmates are getting fucking sick of it too. tanaka's broken more drum sticks than usual.

so when the heckler starts up again, she doesn't really have any self-restraint.

"you guys fucking suck!" comes his voice, ripping through the crowd in between songs.

yn leans up close to the mic until her lips are ghosting over the cool metal. "uhh, suck my dick," she murmurs into the mic, hearing it echo throughout the small space.

she ignores the crowd's reactions and leans back on her heels to make eye contact with yachi. yachi, who, like yn, got so sick of the heat and had to abandon her outer layer of clothes in favor of her sports bra. just one look at her sweat-soaked friend and yn can tell she is just as miserable as she is.

"heckling us won't make us play better," nishinoya says into his own mic, "we're going to suck no matter what you say."

"why doesn't your guitar player suck my dick!"

the reaction is half boos and half laughter, and yn does her best not to react the way she wants to. she just fiddles with her guitar while nishinoya lets out a string of curses and threats into the mic. he kepts it short, though, they've got a show to get on with.

yn wishes she could spot kuroo. she knows he's out there somewhere in the crowd; she keeps hoping to catch a glimpse of his distinctive silhouette-just seeing him there would help her calm down. just a bit.

kuroo's good at making things better for her. he always does it, even when he's not trying.

but all she can see over the lights that shine in her eyes is a shapeless mass of huddled bodies, indistinguishable and formless. she can't pick out kuroo. she can't see his face and she can't calm down.

"this next song's called rot," nishinoya anounces, and ignores the glare yn shoots him. he's fucking around with their setlist again. "it's about dying and getting eating by worms."

tanaka counts them in, and yn tries to focus all of her energy on playing. she's hoping to take her frustrations out on her guitar; and either way, she always plays great when she's in a bad mood.

but they're not even half-way through the first verse when yn notices something whipping over the heads of the audience. in a fraction of a second, she realizes it's a beer can. sixteen ounces.

and then, the next second, it's hitting her in the temple.

her hand leaves her instrument and flies to cup the spot she got hit. the beer can hits the floor and it's spraying sudsy, warm alcohol all over her. she crouches down in pain, trying to blink away the hot, thick liquid that now drips down into her eye.

there's a hand on her shoulder, and the sweet words of concern in her ear confirm that it's yachi. yn tries to stand up straight, despite the dizzying pain radiating in her skull, and tries to get a look at what's happening in front of her.

strangers are trying to crowd her, to get close to offer help or see if she's okay or just get a better look at exactly what happened. nishinoya is pushing people away, telling them to back the fuck up, now. tanaka's grabbing yn by the shoulder and trying to keep her steady. yachi's pressing one of their discarded tshirts against yn's forehead, trying to slow the bleeding.

and there's a familiar outline of bedhead, stomping up the stairs of the bar, dragging a protesting body behind him.

haphazardly, yn rips wires out of her guitar and shoves herself forward, elbowing her away through the swarms of people, leaving behind her bandmates, bloodied tshirt, and still fizzing can of beer.

once she climbs up the stairs and out of that basement, the cool air is on her skin, on sweat, on the beer-soaked clothes she's left in, and she's suddenly freezing.

but she doesn't really focus on that. yn just stands there and stares as kuroo, her beautiful kuroo, holds the heckler up by his collar, sneering at him. "what the fuck is wrong with you?" he screams into the trembling face of the other man. "you could've killed her!"

"it wasn't supposed to hit her!" he insists, and suddenly does not have the smug edge to his voice he did when he was telling yn to suck his dick. "it was an accident, dude!"

yachi appears at yn's side then, mouth open like she's about to ask if yn's okay, but she stops at the scene before her, just taking yn's hand in hers.

kuroo's grip on his collar is tight, and if the bruising on his knuckles or the bleeding of the heckler's mouth are any indication, he may have already gotten a hit in. he doesn't look away from the man in his grip. "yn, are you bleeding?"

she squeezes yachi's hand. "yeah," is her casual answer. she winces, blood sill trickling down her face, and the pain in her head still throbs.

"kiyoko's looking for something to stop the bleeding," yachi tells him, a nervous tremor. "tanaka's getting the van so he can drive her to the hospital-she's gonna need stiches."

kuroo lets him go, then. dropping him so quickly that the heckler only just gets his bearings before kuroo is pulling his fist back and then slamming it into the nose of the heckler. there's a pleasant crunch. yn tries to appreciate the sight of it, but she's just getting so damn lightheaded.

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by the time they get out of the hospital, the sun has started rising. kuroo's driving the band's van with one hand on the wheel and the other gripping onto his girlfriend's thigh.

her bandmates, who insisted on staying with them the whole night, are now sleeping in the back, and their not soft and not gentle snores are fill the van.

yn looks over at kuroo and grins. she reaches towards him and gently carsses the cut that stretches across his nose. "you got battle scars now. can't believe you headbutted that guy."

he scoffs. keeping his palm flat on the wheel, he stretches out his fingers and examines the the scabbing over his knuckles. "my hands were starting to hurt and i need them for volleyball. i was running out of options."

"it was really hot, by the way," she tells him, teeth poking through broad smile. kuroo flicks his eyes away from the road for just a second to see it. "you were all bloody and sweaty like, 'oh, i'm gonna fucking kill you that's my girlfriend,'" she says, in a poorly done imitation of kuroo.

he laughs. "im just glad you're okay. if you had gotten a concussion i would've had to track him and down and give him one of his own."

"you need more than a beer can to take me down," she boasts. and then, without much warning, leans over towards the driver's seat to place a kiss on kuroo's cheek. "thanks for beating the shit out of that guy for me."

"i'll always beat the shit out of someone for you, babe," he tells her, only half-joking. "you're my girl. of course i will."

she smiles, and places her hand on top of his, resting her head on top of his arm. "i'm totally gonna fuck the shit out of you after i sleep for like, twelve hours, by the way."

kuroo smirks, and from the back, through a haze of sleepiness and snores, nishinoya says, "you guys are fucking gross."

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FROM A PAST LIFE

suna x gn!reader | 500 words, about the beauty marks where your lover kissed you most; sorry (if) urs aren't where mine are though. LOL

“i think you were a weirdo in your past life.”

suna looks up from the foot of the bed, his phone propped up against your leg as you lie down, your head by his knees. he squints. “...okay? fuck me, i guess?” 

“like,”—making sure not to knock over his phone, you sit up and pull up your sleeves—”you know that thing about beauty marks being where your lover kissed you in a past life? why were you kissing my arms in like, 6 different places?”

rotating your arms, you let him see the diamond formed on one forearm, two spaced out on the other. unmoving, rintaro hums. “maybe you had really nice arms.”

“what, so i don’t have really nice arms now?”

he turns onto his back and stretches, hands knocking against his footboard. the shadow from the window frames his face, and as he smirks at you with hooded eyes, you think he resembles a black cat chasing the sun. “not enough for me to kiss them often in 6 different places.”

“oh, okay, fuck you for real then.” you scoff through a smile and bring your legs closer, letting his phone fall forward.

“noo, my phone stand,” he deadpans, still unmoving as he looks at the photo of both of you he has in its case. you snort, and rintaro’s eyes flick toward the sound. he smiles and reaches out his arms. “c’mere.”

you squint. “no.”

he grunts as he sits up properly, “c’mere.”

“no, you hate me,”—you start to shuffle away—”you don’t get arm kiss privileges now—”

“yes i do, c’mere, nerd.”

and there’s only so much space on his bed for you to escape him; you curse the reflexes and strength he’s gotten through training as his arms wrap around you before your foot can touch the floor.

“rin, oh my god!” he pulls you backward so you land facing each other with a yelp.

rintaro snickers as you try and fail to smack him with your arms firmly in his grasp. you huff. “i hate you.”

“no you don’t.” the first kiss comes to the closest point of the diamond on your forearm, accompanied with a “mwah,” as if it would cement his touch further into your skin.

and ‘unable’ to get out of his grip (you could, if you really wanted to), you feel all there is to feel—his lips on the next mark, his fingers rubbing the ones unattended until he can get to them, his legs tangling themselves with yours.

after the 6, he lets go of you, and you think you’re free, until he lifts his head so his lips meet your jaw.

the laugh you let out blows his messy hair out of your face, and back in place. you place your hands on his shoulders, not pushing him away. “that’s very much not one of my arms. why are you kissing me there?”

rin plants one more on your cheek, staying a few seconds before pulling away to finally look at you with an accomplished smile. “for us in the next life.”

lied about this being my placement. i only have one on one arm then 5 on the other. but um. creative liberty over myself.(?) also do u guys ever forget u have beauty marks on ur face. i have like. 8?? and i always forget about them/what side of my face they're on so i have to check. also most of them aren't in places recognized by picrews And they end up out of reach of the possible movement so. sorry to them. i always think abt this prompt when i look at the diamond on my arm though Like what were u doing over there...

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the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

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dragons of the same scale

synopsis: just like his sworn brother, mitsuya couldn’t help but be beguiled by a sano.

pairings: mitsuya x f!sano!reader 

warnings: manga spoilers, anime spoilers, not accurate manga/anime dialogue.

genre: fluff, angst, mutual pining, slow burn

wc: 5.8k

age: 13

“(y/n), come on. help me with this! this is too heavy.” you hear emma say as you walked out of your room, you nodded and held the other end of the box as the both of you made an effort to lift the heavy object.

“mikey!” you hear a foreign voice yell out from outside the house. you and emma looked at each other in confusion before you heard heavy footsteps approach to where you and your sister were. 

“pardon the intrusion.” you hear him say, “i’m taking a shower! wait for me upstairs!” you hear mikey yell from the bathroom. you rolled your eyes at the exchange before grunting as the box you and emma were lifting suddenly felt heavier than it was. 

“hm?” you look up to see a blonde male with a dragon tattoo on the side of his face look at you and emma curiously, you could only assume that this was the “draken” mikey talked about at the dinner table. 

“are you mikey’s sisters?” he asked, you nodded as a response. “i’m draken.”

“i’m the youngest, emma.” “(y/n).” draken nodded before his dark eyes flit over to the heavy box you and emma were both carrying. without saying a word, he effortlessly lifts the box up and sends a teasing smile to the both of you. 

“are you really mikey’s siblings?” he asks as you and emma led the way to where the box was supposed to be placed. “you’re not as strong.” you turned around to glare at him who only smiled mockingly at you. 

“oi! were you talking shit about me?” you hear mikey ask as he comes out of the bathroom, drying his hair off with a towel. 

“oh, mikey. there you are!” he turns towards you and emma. “i’ll put this away, okay, emma?” you swear you can see a tinge of blush on your sister’s cheeks as she nodded in confirmation. 

“we’re going to meet my sworn brother at the temple, right?” draken confirms to which mikey hummed in acknowledgement. 

“manjirou!” you hear your older brother’s voice yell from the other room. mikey groans as the four of you head over to where shinichiro was. 

“where do you think you’re going?” “i told you, old man. we’re going to the shrine.” “who are you calling old man?!” shinichiro asked in frustration before letting out a sigh, fed up with the younger’s antics. 

“take (y/n) with you.” 

“huh?” “huh?!” you and mikey exclaimed. 

“shin-nii… i don’t want to leave!” you say, tugging at your older brother’s shirt. “i don’t care about mikey and his friends.” you hear mikey let out a scoff at your words. 

shinichiro only gave you a smile as he ruffled your hair. “sorry kiddo, gramps told me to tell you to keep an eye on the problem child.” “i’m not a problem child!” “shut up, manjirou.” 

you sighed, glaring at your brother who seemed to be glaring right back at you. neither of you wanted to follow shinichiro’s words but you knew the earful you would get from your grandpa and shinichiro was not worth it. 

“emma, how about you come with (y/n) and the rest so (y/n) won’t get bored?” “why can’t emma just go alone instead?” emma nodded in agreement, eyes still on the tattooed male.

“(y/n), we all know mikey gets scared when you’re mad.” you smirk at the offended noises mikey lets out. 

“okay, fine.” you relented before turning towards your brother and his friend. “don’t waste my time.” 

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“i swear, (n/n), it was huge!” baji excitedly exclaimed. you only nodded at the ravenette’s words as the five of you walked towards the shrine. 

initially, it was only supposed to be you, emma, mikey and draken, but baji was already on the way to your house so he tagged along, he was going to the shrine as well, anyway.

once the five of you reached the top of the shrine, you sat down by the steps, conversing with baji and emma as mikey and draken stayed by the entrance. 

“you seem happy today, kei.” you say to the ravenette who talked your ear off animatedly. 

“ah, the group will be meeting draken’s friend and kazutora!” you and emma tilted your heads in confusion. “kazutora?“

baji let out a grin before launching himself into telling you the story of how mikey kicked kazutora’s father because he thought that he was a kidnapper. 

you pinched the bridge of your nose in stress. no wonder gramps and shinichiro asked to keep an eye on him. 

“oi! (y/n), emma! come here. meet the new guys.” you hear draken call the three of you. you stood up, dusting the rubble that stuck to your bottoms before walking over to where your brother was. 

there were two new males in the small group you were in, you could only assume one of them was kazutora and the other was whoever draken’s sworn brother was. 

“these are my younger siblings.” mikey gestured to the two of you vaguely. you rolled your eyes at the way he brushed off your introductions, your eyes were focused on your brother that you didn’t realize the silver haired male staring at you with a fascinated expression. 

“hi, i’m kazutora.” the male with a tiger tattoo on the side of his neck said, you nod in acknowledgement before introducing yourself with your name, the silver haired male coughed a bit to get your attention.

“mitsuya takashi.” he says with a small stutter, placing his hand in front of you. a shy smile on his face. “it’s nice to meet you, mitsuya.” you say as you shake his hand with a smile on your face. 

if you look closely enough, you can see a light blush coating the male’s face.

you and emma didn’t stay for long, there was only so many topics until the boys lose their filters and forget that they have girls with them, so in order to not get in the way of their childish talk, you and emma decided on leaving early so the both of you can prepare dinner earlier. 

“would you like me to walk you home?” mitsuya says in you and emma’s general direction. you politely shook your head with a grateful smile. 

“no need, mitsuya! we’ll be fine. thank you for the offer, though.” before mitsuya could convince you otherwise, mikey interrupts with a “hurry up already!” 

you threatened to cut mikey’s serving off for dinner before you and emma went your way, once the boys lost sight of you, draken pushed his shoulder playfully. 

“eh? my sworn brother is apparently a gentleman. who would’ve known?” mitsuya shrugged draken’s hand off his shoulder with an easygoing smile. 

“shut up.” 

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age: 15

draken didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed sooner. whenever he tells mitsuya that he had something to do in the sano residences, you best believe that mitsuya was tagging along, even if it was something as mundane as draken making sure that mikey wakes up on time for the toman meeting. 

mitsuya didn’t care, any excuse to see you is something he would immediately take without question. 

he didn’t know why he always had the urge to see you, he brushed it off as finding your company nice and wanting to get to know you more. but with time passing, he still finds himself using that excuse. within the two years of meeting you, shouldn’t he have already known you enough? 

“oi, mitsuya.” draken asks as he walks in front of the male. “what?” the aforementioned replies as he places his hands in his pockets, keeping up with the blonde’s pace. 

“why do you keep insisting to come with me when i’m just going to pick up mikey?”  mitsuya stayed silent, wanting to ignore the question. draken turned his head to look at the other male when his question was unanswered. 

“did you hear me?” mitsuya took a deep breath before nodding. 

draken was his sworn brother, he would understand, right?  

“i think his sister’s cute and i want to see he–” mitsuya could barely finish his sentence before he was pushed to the wall with his collar gripped into draken’s hand as his body was barely off the ground. 

“w-what the hell man.” mitsuya coughed, trying to breathe but the blonde’s grip on his collar only tightened, making it difficult to do so. 

“say that again.” draken said, voice deepening as his eyes turned dark. 

“i-i would. if you weren’t fucking choking me.” mitsuya coughed, trying to rip the grip draken had on his collar. draken relented a little, loosening his grip enough for the silver haired male to step foot back on the ground. 

“the hell is your problem?” mitsuya said after he coughed out a breath, the glare on draken’s face didn’t relent. mitsuya returned the glare right back. 

“i dare you to say it again.” “what?” mitsuya was confused at this point. he doesn’t think he said anything to have pissed off the blonde in front of him. 

“if i heard it correctly, you said you’re following me because you think mikey’s sister is cute?” mitsuya nodded, a confused look on his features. 

a vein on draken’s forehead portruded as he punched the nearest lamp post, further driving the other male into confusion. 

before mitsuya could ask, draken let out a grunt. 

“what kind of fucking brother are you?” huh? now mitsuya was getting agitated as well. 

“what the hell are you talking about?” mitsuya’s fists are now clenching by his side, his patience was running thin and draken wasn’t making any sense. 

“i fucking told you that i liked emma before i even told mikey himself, then you suddenly say you find her cute?!”

“ha?! i never said it was emma!” “but you just said mikey’s sister is cu— wait.” draken stopped mid sentence, an embarrassed flush on his face as realization dawned  upon him. 

“did you mean, (y/n)?!” the blush on mitsuya’s face answered draken’s question as the blonde laughed, hands dragging down his face as he laughs in embarrassment. 

“oh my god. i’m sorry.” draken apologized. 

“don’t tell me…” mitsuya was now starting to realize the cause of the misunderstanding. “you thought i liked emma?” 

“how would i know?! you said mikey’s sister.” 

“(y/n) is mikey’s sister too! and besides, emma is cute but she’s not my type.” mitsuya muttered. 

draken smirks as they both walked together towards the sano residence. “i would be offended, but that’s perfect. don’t ever think about emma that way.”

“i share the same sentiments with (y/n).” 

a silent agreement and a new bond formed between the two of them as they stopped in front of the house. 

“oi, mikey!” draken called out from the door, raising his heavy fist to knock on the door, only for the door to be opened with a confused looking emma. 

mitsuya looked at the opened door to see you peering at the outside from your task at hand. it was as if you were curious to whom the visitors were. but draken’s voice has always been distinct. 

perhaps… were you looking to see if he tagged along? 

mitsuya shook his head, not wanting to feed into his delusions as he looked down to ground himself, only for his head to be raised by your hand. your eyes suddenly staring right at him. 

“h-huh?” mitsuya sputters out, your face remained indifferent as your lithe fingers suddenly attached themselves to his collar. 

“your collar’s askew.” you mutter before fixing it with an unconscious pout on your face. once you were done, you looked back at your handiwork before nodding at him and stepping away, going back to the task at hand. 

mitsuya’s face felt warm, and he was only praying to whoever was listening that his face showed indifference. he looked over to see draken staring back at him with a smirk on his face, and emma looking at her sister with an intrigued expression. 

maybe he should thank draken for almost beating him up.

—

“say… (y/n).” emma calls out from the vanity table of your shared room. you looked up from the book you were reading, waiting for her to continue her statement. 

“will you accompany me to the festival tomorrow?” you tilted your head in confusion at your sister’s request. 

“aren’t you going with draken?” emma blushed a bit before nodding. you looked at her through the mirror of the vanity she was sitting at. “then why do you need me there?” 

“i can’t be alone with draken! i’m too shy.” “so you want me to third wheel?” “no! draken said he’s bringing a friend along.”

you hummed, wanting to refute, but suddenly the weight of your bed shifted as emma plasters her body on yours. “please, (n/n)! you know how i feel about draken! and i’m sure whoever he’ll be bringing will be nice. you know draken doesn’t befriend shady people.” emma fired argument after argument, not giving you room to respond and she shakes your body. 

“emma, calm down! okay, okay. fine. i will.” you sighed, smiling at the cheerful expression on your sister’s face. 

“i owe you one!” “yeah, yeah. now go to sleep, you don’t want draken to see your eyebags now, do you?” 

“(n/n), shut up!” 

“both of you quiet down and go to sleep!” “mikey, shut up!”

—

you blinked at confusion as you see the same confused eyes belonging to mitsuya, staring back at you. 

he was the friend emma was talking about? you didn’t know why they bothered keeping it a secret when draken and mitsuya were rarely seen apart. 

“you’re here.” mitsuya greets, his brown yukata fitting nicely on him. you gave him a smile in response before twirling a little playfully. “yeah, i’m here.” he laughs at your silliness. 

when draken called out to the both of you, you and mitsuya followed emma and draken, falling into a natural conversation. 

the both of you were so deep into conversation that when you looked front, emma and draken were nowhere to be seen. 

"that fucking bastard." mitsuya mutters under his breath, "hm?" you turn to look at him. mitsuya only shakes his head before leading you towards a stall that sells your favorite street food. 

mitsuya's heart pounded against his chest as he saw the way your eyes glimmered upon the sight of the treat, without wasting another moment, he bought it. 

"mitsuya, you didn't need to!" you exclaimed as he pushes the treat in your direction. "i'll pay you ba–" 

"just take it, (y/n)." mitsuya pushes the paper bag containing the treat into your hands. "and don't bother trying to pay me back. it's not going to work." you puff your cheeks in annoyance before sighing and giving him a grateful smile. 

"mm. okay, thank you. takashi." you slipped, mitsuya's eyes widened and his heart pounded on his chest. 

you mistook mitsuya's flustered silence as uncomfortableness as you quickly retracted your statement. 

"i mean, mitsuya–" "takashi is fine." he cut you off, hoping the orange festival lights were enough to hide the blush arising in his cheeks.

"it's only fair that you call me by my first name since i call you with yours." mitsuya continued, avoiding your eyes, you doing the same. 

"...yeah." you awkwardly say, noticing the shift of atmosphere between the two of you.

"uh… we should find emma and draken… right?" you awkwardly ask, shifting from one foot to another. mitsuya nodded, secretly disappointed that his time alone with you is now cut short. 

all of a sudden, a mob of people began running towards the viewing area, causing mitsuya to grab onto your hand, so as to not get separated by the sudden crowd. 

"the fireworks are starting soon." you realized before smiling at mitsuya and pulling him towards an area that wasn't so crowded. 

mitsuya let himself be pulled by you, eyes locked on your intertwined hands and he didn't want to assume, but he felt as if the grip got a bit tighter. then again, he didn't want to get ahead of himself.

sparks of bright colors filled the sky, people letting out sounds of awe as various patterns took over the night sky. 

but mitsuya paid no mind. his eyes were on you and his senses were overwhelmed with the fact that you still haven't let go of his hand. his eyes watched as yours reflected the sparkles in the night sky, how your mouth was slightly parted as a look of awe was plastered on your features. 

in his eyes, you look beautiful. 

his hand hesitantly tightens around yours, drawing your attention from the sky to him. 

"(y/n)..." he says quietly, the ruckus of the people around you made you take a small step forward to hear him better. 

the moment is now.

"i like you." he says, just in time as the biggest firework exploded. 

silence. 

you blinked in confusion as the residual embers of the fireworks simmer down the sky, leaving a fog like hue to cover the night.

"i'm sorry… i didn't hear you. the fireworks were too loud." mitsuya felt embarrassed. the expression on his face was something you couldn't decipher before his face quirks up into a smirk. 

"i said—" the male was cut off as he felt a droplet of rain on his head. "later. we'll find shelter first." 

mitsuya never got to repeat what he said before the rain. but, he didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. 

maybe the moment wasn't today. 

the next day after the festival, mikey decided to try a new location and asked to meet in their dojo. 

mitsuya, finding yet another reason to see you, agreed a bit too fast causing a few brows to quirk at the unusual behavior from the second division captain.

mikey only shrugged it off. 

mitsuya wasn't paying attention, he was aware of that. he kept darting his attention to his surroundings, hoping to see just a glimpse of you. draken noticed his brother's actions before smacking him upside the head, telling him to pay attention. but mikey was amused.

mitsuya may hide it, but mikey has always been sharp, and therefore able to read people. the blonde wanted to confront his friend, but of course, when has mikey ever made things easy? 

"oi– sister!" he yelled to the outside of the room, biting back a laugh as mitsuya stiffened in his sitting position. 

the gang leader only felt a bit bad when mitsuya deflated as emma entered the room. 

"what is it, mikey?" she asked, a mask on her face which piqued mitsuya's interest. 

"how's our other sister doing?" mikey asked, emma was confused as to why mikey was asking, he was just in your room teasing your immune system, does he really think a lot can happen in 15 minutes? but emma followed mikey's teasing gaze to his second division captain who was looking back at her with such intensity, she couldn't help but follow along with her brother's questions.

"(y/n)'s fine, she drank her medicine a little while ago so she might be loopy." 

"e-emma." mitsuya was shocked that he spoke up, it was as if he couldn't stop him.

"what's wrong with (y/n)?" he was aware of the glances his co-captains were giving him but he couldn't find it in himself to care. 

"she caught a cold from the rain last night." emma explained, and once mitsuya asked all the questions about you that he needed, mikey shooed her sister away, much to the annoyance of draken.

mikey then began talking once more, but mitsuya was zoning out. 

you were in the same vicinity as him, sick, he could be taking care of you… he should be taking care of you. 

"mikey." he really needs to learn how to shut up. "i'm going to the bathroom, you can continue the meeting without me." he excused himself, but everyone, even pah-chin could see right through him. 

mikey only gave out a nod. baji coughs out a quiet "simp." to which kazutora snorted at. 

"oh, mitsuya?" mikey called out when the aforementioned was by the doorframe.

"hm?" "(y/n)'s room is on the second floor, door to the left." with that, all the boys in the room let our their suppressed laughs as mitsuya nods and bolts towards your room. 

once he was in front of your room, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar, he hears you cough lightly. 

mitsuya knocks with a light fist before pushing the door open. your droopy eyes widened just a tad bit as you saw his figure in front of you. 

“oh… takashi, hey.” “don’t talk.” mitsuya shushes you as he nears the bed and replaces the washcloth with cold water. 

you watch as he moves carefully, as if he doesn’t want to make any sudden movements to make your already hurting head worse. 

“was this because of me?” mitsuya asks as he pulls up a chair beside your bed. 

“why would it be because of you?” you were puzzled, mitsuya has been acting weird lately and you couldn’t pinpoint why. 

“i was with you when it rained at the fest–” “are you some kind of rain god in disguise?” you cut him off with an unamused expression on your sickly features. mitsuya couldn’t understand why but the scowl on your face paired with your reddened nose made him want to coo at how adorable you looked. 

“no?“ “then shut up.” mitsuya cracked a smile at your retort. 

“it’s just a common cold, it’ll go away tomorrow.” you reassure him. 

mitsuya hums in acknowledgement. 

“say…” mitsuya starts, you bit back a yawn, wanting to hear what the male had to say.

“when you get better… do you…” mitsuya couldn’t believe he was at a loss for words. 

you silently gestured for him to continue with his statement. “would you accompany me to the shrine on new years?“ 

“okay.” you smile before letting out a yawn. mitsuya chuckles at the sight before patting your head and standing up. 

“rest up, (y/n). i’ll see you tomorrow.” you nod before letting out another yawn, letting sleep take over you. 

mitsuya then walked over to the door, closing it gently once he left, only to be met with the knowing gazes of his co-captains and president. 

“what.” mitsuya tried to remain indifferent, but he felt his face warm up at the possibility of them eavesdropping. 

he looked over to see draken smirking at him and before he could say anything, baji’s rough voice caught their attention. 

“d-do you… w-w-wanna go to the shrine with me?” baji imitated mitsuya, making sure the tone of his voice resembled a shy boy. baji’s execution of the scene was so exaggerated that mikey had to shush them all because the boys’ laughter was too hard and he’d rather not wake you up. 

as much as mikey doesn’t like to show it, he actually does care for you as a sister. 

“now, now, you can all leave.” mikey said, pushing each and everyone out, draken had a hand on mitsuya’s shoulder as they walked outside. 

"oh, and mitsuya?" mikey called as the remaining boys left. the aforementioned looked back with a curious gaze. 

"i wouldn't mind having you and ken-chin as my brother-in laws." mikey winked before shutting the door. 

draken let out a groan of annoyance before yelling at mikey to shut up before walking the opposite direction. mitsuya turned around, walking back home with a smile on his face. 

—

the day after christmas was probably one of the worst days you have ever witnessed. you were made aware by your brother about what happened on christmas, and as soon as he finished, you bolted over to mitsuya's apartment. 

after knocking a few times, you were surprised to see a small girl in front of you. 

"who are you?" the girl asks quietly. you knelt down to look her in the eye before introducing yourself. you see a flicker of recognition behind her eyes as she gasps quietly and pulls you in, almost catching you off balance. 

"you're the pretty onee-chan that taka-nii talks about!" you blinked, giving her an awkward smile before asking for her name. 

"i'm luna! taka-nii's sister." she pulls you to a room where you see another child cuddling mitsuya who was fast asleep. "that's mana!" the volume of her voice managed to startle mitsuya into consciousness. you gasped as you saw the bandages and bruises on his body. 

mitsuya blinked twice to be sure. he didn't want to believe that you were here, but you were and luna was holding onto your hand. takashi asks his younger sister to step outside the room with their youngest sister. 

luna, who was oblivious to the situation only nodded before chasing her younger sister outside. 

when it was only the two of you, a silence overtook the room. none of you knew what to say. 

after a good minute, that felt like hours, you quietly said. 

"your bandages are tied wrong." you take a step closer, brushing your fingers on the bloodied cloth before you look into his eyes, a silent permission. to where he nods in confirmation. 

you internally cringed as you see the dried blood on his forehead, bruises that decorated the side of his face. 

"i'm not going to ask what happened." you assured him as you measured a clean roll of bandages. "mikey already covered the gist of it." 

your fingers were gentle against his head, if mitsuya didn't know any better, he could fall asleep while you were tending to him. but he knew it wasn't the right time or place. 

once you were done, you pulled back quietly ensuring the bandages will stay in place. 

you held mitsuya's face in your hands, inspecting his features if there were any more wounds or bruises that you missed. you were so focused in your task that you didn't notice mitsuya looking straight at you. 

once your eyes snap to his, you let go of his face gently after patting his cheek lightly.

"you better get well soon, taka." you say, giving him an assuring smile. 

"you still have a shrine to take me to." mitsuya chuckled, even if it hurt his head before he let out a sound of agreement. 

"look forward to it." 

—

unfortunately, mitsuya couldn't pick you up due to his mom insisting that he take his sisters to the shrine as well. you assured him that it was no problem. 

that's how you found yourself trailing behind the rest of toman with mitsuya's vice captain, hakkai and his sister, yuzuha,  behind you. 

the siblings were so lost in conversation that they didn't notice that they were being louder than anticipated. you were so close to drowning them out, the thought of seeing mitsuya plaguing your mind before you were abruptly snapped out of it as hakkai teased yuzuha with him.

"i can see why you would like taka-chan." hakkai said, a light lilt to his voice. "i mean… you saw how badass he was in the christmas fight. i can't blame you for falling."  you grit your teeth, you know you shouldn't eavesdrop at that point, but you couldn't help it. 

"you even fell into taka-chan's embrace." you could vaguely hear yuzuha telling her brother to shut up. but all you could imagine is another girl in mitsuya's arms and that left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

you knew what you were feeling was irrational and immature, but how couldn't you feel insecure? yuzuha was beautiful. and you couldn't fault mitsuya if he falls for her. 

but why should you care? 

what were you and mitsuya? 

your thoughts become overwhelmed with irrational jealousy, you stiffened when you hear mitsuya's voice greet the group. 

"you look nice." you hear mitsuya say to yuzuha, hakkai was blushing from behind as if he was the one being complimented, and you were trying to discreetly sneak out of the group. 

not knowing that mitsuya had his eyes on you ever since he spotted the group. 

"(y/n)." he smiles. you nod back, managing a small smile on your face. 

from the corner of your eye, you could see hakkai pushing his sister into talking to mitsuya. not wanting to meddle with the potential budding of a relationship. you quickly excuse yourself.

only to feel mitsuya's hand clasp against yours.

"where are you going?" mitsuya asks as he pulls you towards him. you looked around to see the other toman members being none the wiser and strolling around the festival. from the sides, you can see takemichi wailing about how mitsuya's sisters stole hina from him. chifuyu was beside him, laughing as he slaps his partner's back, trying to console him but failing to do so. 

"i just needed a bit of air." you say quietly, not wanting to let the thought of mitsuya and yuzuha together plague you. 

"then let's go." "i meant alone." "no."

"no?" 

mitsuya nodded, your hand still in his as he pulls you towards a clearer ground. 

"clearly something is upsetting you. and i want to know." "it's stupid." 

"it's not if it makes you feel this way." 

you let out an annoyed sigh at his stubbornness. 

"no, mitsuya. really–" "mitsuya?" "takashi i'm fine. i swear, you should go to yuzuha–"

"yuzuha?" mitsuya was quietly connecting the dots. but as always, he didn't want to get ahead of himself.

"i mean… hakkai and yuzuha seemed to be waiting for yo–" "i don't care. they're not my date to the festival." mitsuya cuts you off.

your face warms at his straightforwardness. 

"you look beautiful, by the way." you blinked as a response, at a loss for words. 

"i don't know what you heard, but i don't want it to ruin our night. so either tell me now or we'll be miserable for the festival." 

"i…" "you?" 

"i was jealous…" "of?"

you sighed in frustration at the pace of the conversation before tightening the grip of your intertwined hands. 

"i was jealous of yuzuha, okay?" mitsuya only looked at you as you ranted about all the details you've accidentally eavesdropped on the shiba siblings, mitsuya only listened attentively, but when you reached a certain point of explaining why mitsuya and yuzuha should've been each others' dates, he stops you with a finger to your lips. 

"i never would've thought you would look so cute when you're jealous." mitsuya teased, your eye twitched before you slapped his hand away from your mouth. 

"can you be more serious about this?" mitsuya only smiled before pulling you closer to him. 

"you've got it all wrong, i only see yuzuha as a sister. and besides hakkai doesn't know an important detail…" he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"it's takemichi that yuzuha likes." "huh?!" mitsuya laughs at your reaction and before you could ask any more questions. mitsuya mutters lowly into your ear.

"i'm a bit offended that you kept pushing me away when i asked you to be my date." he says before he pulls away and talks in his normal tone, his voice a bit deeper. 

"for years…" he starts. "for years i've tailed behind draken just to get a glimpse of you and for weeks i've tried to hide what i feel for you." you suck in a breath. 

"when you ran over to my apartment when you found out that i was hurt… i almost kissed you then and there." you gasl quietly at the revelation. 

"do you remember when i got interrupted in the last festival we went to?" you nodded. it was the festival you went to before you got sick. 

"i wanted to tell you i like you. like, like you." your eyes widened at his words, heart pounding erratically in your chest. 

"but i wimped out." he says as your lips parted. as if you wanted to say something but he interrupts you with recalling the days when he has always tried catching your attention when mikey brought you over. 

"and now, here i am. just a step closer to you, and you push me away because you think i don't want you?" mitsuya said in a low tone, eyes darkening. 

"you drive me crazy." "t-takashi." 

"(y/n)... may i kiss you? i don't think i can handle it any longer." you didn't answer, you only pulled his chin down to slot your lips on his. mitsuya reacting in no time as he pulls you closer. 

once you pull away to breathe, you couldn't help but whisper on his lips.

"i like you." you barely finish your words before mitsuya is back to connecting your lips together. 

from the distance, you can hear the hoots and cheers of the toman members, the whines of mitsuya's siblings as their vision was obscured by takemichi and chifuyu, they were too young to see this side of their brother and mitsuya was grateful for it, and looking over to yuzuha who nodded with a satisfied glint in her eyes. 

you blushed as mitsuya held your hand tightly, pulling you closer to him as the both of you made your way back to the group. 

for the entire night, mitsuya didn't let you leave his sight, the girls in the group were swooning over the way mitsuya attended to you, wishing that their boyfriend would get the hint, but sadly, they didn't. 

mikey smacked mitsuya's back as hard as he could, earning a grunt from your now boyfriend. once mitsuya recovered from the impact, they both laughed over it.

"make her happy, okay?" mikey asked, gesturing to you. mitsuya smiled and nodded. 

the countdown of the fireworks began. 

and once the first firework exploded into the night, you can hear all the people around you cheer and whoop. 

but in a sense of deja vu, your head tilted back down to see your boyfriend looking at you and mouthing the words he said at the previous festival. 

i like you. 

note: oh my god it's done !!!! this prompt has been on my mind for so long and i'm so glad i got out of my slump to write this. likes and reblogs are highly encouraged! i hope you enjoyed <33

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i don’t think you realize how powerful post-reveal adrienette would be

also idk what hands are

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have some adrinette post reveal domestic doodles heehee

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sakusa kiyoomi is a man of his routine.

wake up early, get out of bed, take a quick shower, have breakfast, go out on his morning jog, come back home, rest for a while and then go out to practice.

that's how his everyday went — boring, right? to set such a standard and actually commit to it thoroughly every day.

but that's how kiyoomi is, how he always was — a man of his routine.

that is, until you came along.

his alarm rang about fifteen minutes ago but he's still in bed, his arms wrapped around you, and your legs are wrapped around his torso, a tangle of limbs as your face is buried into the crook of his neck, whispering, "just five more minutes."

he doesn't know how he ended up like this, still in bed even after his alarm rang when he should be up and in the shower right now, but somehow, for some reason, he could never find himself being able to say no to you.

"you said that five minutes ago." he whispers back, his fingers running gently through your hair — this is how his mornings have been ever since you moved in with him, lazy and comforting with the both of you so close to eachother, and he would never admit it out loud, but he actually likes this — likes the warmth of your body against his as you mutter sleepy sweet nothings to him.

"i know." you mumble, placing a soft kiss on the skin of his neck, "this just feels so nice." you hum sleepily, continuing to place soft, butterfly kisses on his neck, your lips barely even touching his skin as you do so, "can't you just stay home today?"

he can't help but shiver at the touch of your lips, how soft it is and he grunts quietly, "you know i can't, baby." he answers back — you always ask him this question, every morning, the answer remains the same and you don't press it, he can't help but think that you maybe ask him this just to tease him a bit.

you hum in response, and he can almost imagine your pout, but nonetheless, you continue to place butterfly kisses on his neck, trailing slowly up to his jaw, "kiyo, you're off tomorrow right?" you whisper against his skin, your hands slowly and gently trailing up his bare chest, to his shoulders and you wrap your arms around him.

he hums in response, "yeah." his fingers are treading through your hair gently, and his hand is tracing circles on your back.

you smile sleepily, he can see the way your eyes are half lidded, and he guesses you're not exactly fully awake yet, "good." you murmur "we can have this all tomorrow morning then without a deadline chasing your ass." he can't help but let out a short laugh when you say that, but he's quickly cut off when you press your lips against his mouth.

it's a bit of a sloppy kiss, with your lips parted so his tongue slips in, it's sleepy and slow, lazy as you move sluggishly against him, and you taste so sweet, like that chocolate cake you had last night before you slept, and like that strawberry lip balm you wear all the time, and he can't help but get lost in your taste.

you pull away, a small smile on your face and you plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

he can't help but smile a bit too, humming to himself, "i have to go now." he tells you quietly, attempting to get your arms off of him.

you shake your head and press yourself closer to him, "just five more minutes." you murmur, burying your face in the crook of his neck again.

sakusa kiyoomi is a man of his routine, he sets a standard and commits to it, and more often than not, he doesn't like it when his routine is disturbed.

but there is always an exception to the rule, and for you, he'll let you break his routine, and mumble about 'five more minutes' even though he knows they won't be the last ones as you press more butterfly kisses to his neck.

he'll let you have your own routine disturb his.

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“what did you just call me?” rin asks, whipping his head faster than an owl turning to you.

“i asked if you wanna order pizza, or if you're in the mood for chinese?” you repeat.

“no, that's not what you said.” he raises an eyebrow.

“i did though? that's all i said.” you seem to be enjoying this, whatever you're trying to do. rin knows you're messing with him, with your amused little smile and the way you're tilting your head to the side to feign innocence tells him enough.

“i was sure i heard you call me something...” his voice trails off, gaze slowly going back to the tv screen.

you're trying not to snicker at the poor man, who was peacefully watching a soccer match until now when you called out to him.

“dunno what you're talking about... bro.” you say with a casual shrug and rin shoots you a look with eyes as wide as saucers, lips parting slightly with mild surprise and utter disbelief.

he's now fully turned to you, eyes narrowing with each word, “dont. call. me. that.”

“hmm? what do you mean?” you chuckle playfully, and rin's glare darkens ten times more.

“you know what i mean, y/n.”

you almost feel guilty, with the way he's frowning at you like a pouting child. it's cute really, because you know exactly what he's talking about.

“oh, you mean ‘bro’? you don't like that? why not?” you bring a hand to caress his cheeks.

“what if i called you ‘sis’ huh? then what? you wouldn't like it either,” he grumbles, grabbing your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“valid point,” you laugh, and it soothes rin's frown to a much softer stroke of his lips. he breathes against your hand, closing his eyes and pressing a few more kisses to the tips of your fingers.

“well then, what do you want for dinner babygirl? ”

it's hilarious— the way his eyes shot open, the slight twitch of his eyebrows and the look of pure horror on rin's face. he's puzzled, eyeing you up and down, “what the fuck?”

“c'mon, it's cute! it's full of affection and endearment,” rin's frown is returned with ten times more intensity, he's actually scowling now, “i mean look at you—” you bring you other hand to cup his cheeks, “you're so babygirl.”

“i. am. not.” he says, cheeks sweetly puffed against your palms in annoyance but there's also a faint glow of strawberries, “you're insufferable.”

“whatever you say babygirl” you kiss him.

and he kisses you back, “shut up.”

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

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love wins 🩷

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nagi seishiro looks really pretty when he sleeps.

it’s why you’ve picked up the habit of staring at him while he naps. you’re not sure how long you spend looking at him, but it’s already sundown by the time nagi’s eyes slowly open.

“don’t you have anything better to do?” his voice is thick with sleep.

you grin, “not really.”

(you do. you’d just rather not do it.)

“how long have you been staring at me?” he turns his head in your direction, rubbing his eyes.

“don’t know.” you hum, affectionately ruffling his hair.

he leans into your touch, a sleepy smile tugs at his lips. “creep.”

“like you don’t stare at me while i sleep,” you flick his forehead.

his lips form a fine line, “i don’t.”

“yeah, right,” you pinch his cheek.

he smiles at you. you stick your tongue out in return.

you play with his hair. “are you hungry?”

“not really,” nagi yawns, “are you?”

“a little,” you chuckle, “i got hungry while you were sleeping but i forgot to order food.”

“why?”

“‘cause i was staring at you.”

“fix that habit then, creep.” he pokes your ribs.

“you wish.” you poke him back, smiling.

nagi yawns, “are you gonna get food now?”

“maybe,” you hum, “why?”

“you should get some noodles.”

you give him a knowing smile, “i thought you weren’t hungry.”

“i’m not,” he smiles back, “but if you’re gonna eat already i might as well join you.”

“‘cause it’s gonna be a hassle later?” you reach for your phone.

“yeah.”

“fine,” you yawn, “wanna watch something while we wait?”

he sits up, “sure.”

“what do you wanna watch?”

“sei?” you look up at him when he doesn’t answer. you laugh when you notice him staring at you.

“i don’t know.” he hums, “whatever you want.”

your eyes sparkle with mischief, “you sure?”

he nods, a teasing smile tugging the corners of his lips, “just make sure you don’t stare at me.”

“right back at you,” you giggle.

(both of you fell asleep. you’re not sure who fell asleep first, but you do know that when you woke up to get your food, nagi was discreetly staring at you.)

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kaiser won’t do it. there's no way he's going to do it.

you stare at your boyfriend with bated breath, eyes glued to him like a hawk stalking its prey. he's the only one you're watching—the only one you really see, to be honest—but you do catch the many glances thrown his way from passersby. you wonder if it's because he's really tall, or fit, or pretty. perhaps all of the above. kaiser is attractive but he doesn't even look that outstanding today, just clad in his washed out denim jeans and an old jersey of a player he looked up to as a kid. maybe it's his hair, the way it's messily held up by one of your claw clips he found in the car on the way here.

he delicately tucks a strand behind his ear, a move that shouldn't have been as charming as it was, when your vision darts over to the group of teenage girls ogling him from the side. you're this close to getting up from the table you've saved in this crowded food court just to stalk over and link your arm in his in some inexplicable show of possession when kaiser finally approaches the kfc counter to retrieve the tray carrying your lunch.

you let out a sigh of relief when he turns on his heel to find you.

it’s not long until you realize, however, that your jealousy streak had momentarily distracted you from what you were really worried about in the first place. because as kaiser scans the crowd looking for you, you recall that he doesn't have his glasses or his contacts.

again, you're holding your breath as you watch him. he won't do it. he can't. there's just no way he's going to—

with a deep breath, purposeful and uncaring for the strange looks he's about to get, kaiser yells, "where's my darling baby??"

oh, yeah. kaiser is attractive until he opens his mouth.

the noise of the packed food court subsides somewhat and you immediately stand up from your chair to get your boyfriend's attention, its iron legs screeching against the tiled floor when you do.

"kaiser!" you hiss. your tiny, frantic waves to accompany a more discreet way of calling him over probably mean nothing when everyone's already looking at you. there's an elderly couple sitting at the table to your right, the lady giving you a toothy grin as her gaze ping-pongs between you and kaiser. meanwhile, the teenage girls from earlier are snickering for whatever reason.

you still don't know how kaiser can make you feel a hundred different things at once. sometimes you're jealous and oddly possessive, and at other times you're embarrassed, flustered, or bashful even. he's an expert at making your heart race and your blood boil at the same time but kaiser sees it all the same. to him, inducing any kind of strong feeling in you is enough evidence that he has an effect on you and though you repeatedly denied it at the beginning of your relationship, he was awfully confident it'd one day turn into love.

he was right though.

and now that he's confidently striding to your table, the tray of food sitting on his steady hands, you can't help but beam at the reality that his vision tunnels only for you.

“i can’t believe you did that,” you grumble. “you’re so embarrassing.”

kaiser laughs, still standing over you. “i can’t help it. you are my darling baby, aren’t you?”

you keep quiet for a moment and kaiser keeps his eyes on you. you know he won’t sit down until you answer him.

“i am,” you say quietly. it shouldn’t be loud enough for him to hear but he chuckles anyway, setting the food down in front of you.

he then pulls out the chair opposite from you but instead of sitting down, he instead drags it to your side and claims the spot right next to you, his knees knocking against yours in the process.

"do you have to sit this close to me?" you say with a scoff.

he smiles, knowing that you still soften for him even with the way you feign annoyance. "it's somehow still not close enough."

the impact he has on you is tremendous and you think he's the only man in the entire world who can make the liveliness of a food court at lunch time dissipate with just one look.

all you see is him—and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[sh0y0ism]

the bunny episode