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lol right!! she does canonically refill his coffee, and for all we know maybe refills are free at pothos in general, but we haven't seen him pay for it so i like to think that she does 😌

idk about others but i have this headcanon that kotoha refills sakura's coffee for free

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idk about others but i have this headcanon that kotoha refills sakura's coffee for free

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Love your worksss, keep up the good work 🥰

Who are your favs btw?(guessing suo is no 1 👀)

thank you!! <3

he's actually not haha, he was initially, but in the current order it's sakura, suo, kotoha and kaji!

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just got the cutest idea for kiryuu let's just hope i can manifest the motivation to last too omfg </3

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have opened 4 docs today, wrote a few lines on all 4, then gave up on all 4 so. feel free to request </3

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unexpected fists ⊱ sakura haruka

⊱ sakura may condone violence, unless it's you.

⊱ w.c: 1.0k

⊱ genre: fluff, mild angst

⊱ warnings: depictions/mentions of violence

⊱ a/n: wanted to delete this at first, but then i watched this week's episode, broke down, and decided to post it anyway

the roles are so reversed, it’s almost terrifying.

it’s sloppy work — sakura isn’t used to being the one who patches others up, after all — but he tries his best and you let him do so. you don’t have the right to protest anyway, or at least that’s what his scowl tells you as he puts one last band-aid on your face.

“so?” you almost grimace at the tone of his voice. you can make out sakura crossing his arms over his chest from the corner of your eyes, though you know better than to lock them with his surely bitter ones.

more often than not, or actually always, you’re the one scolding sakura whenever he gets hurt. yet, here you are, in the safety of café pothos, slumped in one of the seats as he towers over you with evident fury. to be fair, it’s not directed at you, but you’re guilty in the sense of being its cause.

“i… didn’t mean to get in a fight, i swear,” you mumble, awkwardly curling and uncurling the hands in your lap—bruised from the recent events, sweaty from the current event. will he still be mad after hearing that?

“so why did you get in a fight anyway?” he retorts flatly. yeah, he’s still mad. 

“sakura, i’m sure y/n is telling the truth, please don’t be so harsh o—” you hear nirei stumble a bit further away, but he’s interrupted by kotoha placing a hand on his shoulder. in fact, she’s quick to usher both him and suo, as well as herself, out of the café.

left alone, sakura lets out a deep breath, one almost bordering on a groan. “you’re lucky we just happened to be walking around the area.” while collecting the first aid kit kotoha had offered, he goes on: “you’re not even into violence, how did you single-handedly get involved with a whole group?”

“...”

“hey.”

in complete surrender, you groan. “i tried to ignore them but they approached me first! then they kept insulting me which— okay, maybe pissed me off a little… i swear i didn’t start it though! but then they charged at me and for the love of god i obviously had to at least defend myself but then they kept calling me names like ‘freak’ and ‘loser' and what not and—...”

your rant suddenly trails off into silence, and while still displeased, sakura raises an eyebrow, clearly waiting for you to continue. “and? i know stuff like that means jackshit to you.”

he’s got a point, honestly. you know just fine he does, so despite your face growing a bit warmer, you surrender yet again.

“but then again, it kinda fits, doesn’t it?” the mocking words ring in your ears as a hand pulls you up by your hair. it makes you wince, and even more so when — courtesy of pure disgust — the leader closes in to your ear. “only a freak would date another freak after all.”

you’re sure you’ll come to regret it at a later point but at that very moment, your patience runs thin a bit too easily. a crack finds the composed nature you like to otherwise pride yourself in and, without really thinking twice, you’re tossing your head backwards, knocking it into his face.

the shock and impact frees you from his grip, your arm swings into the air and next thing you know…

“i kinda punched him,” you confess, rather embarrassed upon admitting what had caused the switch-up. “and some of the others.”

it becomes quiet, so quiet, and for so long, you can’t help but curiously glance up; much to your surprise, you find sakura to be the one looking away this time, a tint of pink dusting his cheeks.

“y-you don’t have to care about what others think of me,” he sheepishly mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “although it does kinda make me…”

“make you? make you, what?”

a rather stressed expression is quick to find his face, the hand on his neck flying up to ruffle his hair in frustration. “nothing, it doesn’t matter! just… i really don’t care so just ignore it.”

“but—”

“no buts. one of us getting their hands dirty like that is already enough. you don’t have to get into all that fighting too. call next time instead."

sakura sends you a glare as soon as you open your mouth to try and argue back. not the threatening kind he shows others, but the kind that still lets you know he’s being serious. so, chewing on the inside of your cheek, you opt to simply look down at your lap. moments of silence pass, until it’s suddenly broken by a deep, deep sigh.

before you can process it, sakura is already leaning down, resting his forehead on your shoulders. as he speaks, his voice comes out in nothing but a weak, quiet mumble: “i can’t just sit back and watch you get hurt.”

the vulnerability he radiates fills the shop more than any amount of customers ever could; something he’d never as much as think of showing others, not even to the friends patiently waiting outside. his words sound almost like they’d torn themselves from his throat, faintly laced by a sense of concern—one so deep, it makes you fear that maybe, just maybe, he probably wouldn’t be able to live with himself if any of this were to happen once more.

“okay. alright, i won’t do it again,” you eventually declare, as softly as the way you run your fingers through the strands of his hair. “i promise i’ll call you next time it happens.”

you feel him nod, barely, a silent ‘okay’ escaping him. the vulnerability in the room is soon replaced by a comforting silence, and you’re equally hit by the relief that everything is finally okay—save from the bruises that are yet to heal.

“i have to say though, i’m impressed you got that many punches in.”

“make up your mind already, do you want me to fight or not?”

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have now gotten the answer i was looking for, thanks to everyone who reached out!!

as an anime-only, can a manga reader please reach out to me? something i'm very curious about and need confirmed 🫡

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as an anime-only, can a manga reader please reach out to me? something i'm very curious about and need confirmed 🫡

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Hiii just read your posts, it's really nice and funny. Your suo's os is beautiful please keep going <3

this is so sweet, thank you 🥹💗 i'm glad you like it! <3

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nah this is actually hilarious, thank you it actually gave me a giggle lmao 😭

💬: socially blind

⊱ featuring sakura, suo, nirei.

that one time your best friends realized you're too socially blind to leave alone

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💬: socially blind

⊱ featuring sakura, suo, nirei.

that one time your best friends realized you're too socially blind to leave alone

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if looks could love ⊱ suo hayato

⊱ suo loves you oh so dearly, he'd let you take a peek behind his eye patch. kind of.

⊱ w.c: 1.0k

⊱ genre: fluff

⊱ warnings: none

⊱ a/n: the debut of this blog, have mercy on me ´ ∀ `

fresh into the relationship, you’d come to learn that suo’s eyes— eye speaks volumes.

it happened just seconds ago, but the proximity is on the verge of overwhelming that you’ve already forgotten how it happened. it’s a weird position, really, almost as if you were playing an invisible game of twister.

toppled down courtesy of a slip of your feet, you find yourself on the floor—clumsily kneeled between suo’s own, your palms planted on the wooden surface next to each side of his waist. he barely managed to catch himself still sitting, and you barely managed not to crash into him. you’re still way too close though. save from the few kisses and hugs you’ve shared so far, you don’t remember ever being this close to him and unlike all the other times, nothing could prepare you for this — quite literally.

you can feel his breath against your face, that’s just how small the gap is. it’s warm, but not warmer than your skin burning from your neck and upwards. your lips are equally parted in surprise, although his are soon to close into a small but genuine smile.

“are you okay?” suo asks, a humble hand on your waist keeping you away from losing balance any further. “you didn’t get hurt, did you?”

while still a bit sheepish over the scene you’d accidentally caused, you break into a small smile as well. “i’m fine, sorry ‘bout that—you?”

“all good,” he responds, yet no longer sounding entirely here, not entirely present. it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, the way his eye darts down to your lips, shamelessly lingering there for a little longer than you expected before locking with your own eyes again. 

you’ve thought about it before, how beautiful his eye is. a strange plum-like shade of purple, sometimes sparkling with his on-brand mischief, sometimes sparkling a tender gleam like no other. you know for a fact that sometimes it doesn’t sparkle at all, void of his otherwise caring nature and replaced by a ruthless tint you’re thankful you’ve never been on the wrong end to witness yourself. 

you also know for a fact that you don’t have to worry about ever ending up on that wrong end either. not with someone who looks at you like that, as if you put all the stars in the sky, or as if you’re some holy being and him the preacher.

at times like that, you’re struck by just how much affection you can feel from even a single glance of his.

and yet, you just can’t help but feel—

“curious?”

you blink. once, twice, before a silly ‘huh’ escapes you. it brings out a chuckle from suo, and he reaches for the hand you hadn’t even noticed was ghosting the skin beneath his eye patch. embarrassed and even somewhat guilty, you make an attempt to retreat—you fail, surprised as he gently holds it in his own, letting your fingertips stay over his skin. “you’re staring, y/n.”

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to, i just—” you stumble on your words, just to avoid his gaze as you give in, “... yes. a little… maybe.”

suo chuckles again. his grip on your waist loosens, palm finding its way to stroke the top of your hand. “it’s okay. you can take a look if you want.”

faster than you’re proud of, you turn to face him again, “wait, really?” with confidence and ease, he nods and with the release of your hand, you permit your fingers to graze his face.

yes, you may be obsessed with his eye, but you’d be a liar to say you’re not curious about what’s behind the eye patch. you’ve yet to ask about its cause, but what is behind the eye patch? it’s a question you catch yourself thinking about every now and then, although refrain from actually expressing; he never mentions it himself, and it makes you think that, perhaps, it’s business you shouldn’t be meddling in really yet.

now, here he is, giving you the permission to, quote, unquote, take a look, without you even bringing it up. it’s more intimate than you would have ever imagined.

the silence rising isn’t empty. it’s full of so many things — comfort, trust, a precious knowledge that this is a moment that only belongs to you and him — and you become distracted by the feeling of being in love, palm briefly caressing his cheek.

then you meet suo’s other eye.

the one he actually lets the world see, the one he sees at you with, full of all that affection. it stays locked with your own, calmly observing your every move, reaction, twitch of a muscle, interested in how far your curiosity will take you. you blink again. once, twice, sigh.

the deep sigh of a defeat whose origin you can’t properly place your finger on. you sit back on your knees and let both of your hands fall to your lap. suo doesn’t look the slightest bit surprised by your surrender, as if you’re acting according to threads on his fingers. his smile widens though, and you start to think that this is just him being mischievous again.

“don’t offer me to look if you already know i won’t,” you groan but can’t hold back a smile of your own when he laughs.

“sorry, i just wanted to see how far you would go,” he admits, shamelessly. “although you can look if you want to.”

you stand up on your feet, brushing off invisible dust before offering a hand to help him up, retorting as you do, “this isn’t a matter about whether i want to or not. if you don’t want me to see, i don’t want to see either.”

on level with each other once again, you’re met by an expression of fondness. can it be seen in what’s behind the eye patch? you don’t know, not yet, and you’re actually okay with that. you can’t not be, not when he looks at you like you’re everything he could ever ask for and more.

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that one time when your best friends realized you're too socially blind to leave alone