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Girl you alright?

once a month i go crazy but overall my life is beautiful

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*head empty only Hello kitty Haitani bois* 🤌🏼💖🥹

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KUYA

―Tokyo Revengers SMAU (Filo AU)

Haitani Ran x reader

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6:24pm

“You owe me,” Suna hisses, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back over the threshold of his home, closing the front door behind him before you can step inside.

You blink up at him, eyes wide with shock. “I owe you coffee, not an evening of pretending to be your girlfriend to get your parents off your back!” you whisper back, trying to hide yourself with his body from anyone who might be looking through the living room window.

“Just a couple hours, please, I’m desperate,” he begs, not letting go of your wrist.

“Clearly, if you’re asking me.” You drag your free hand down your face with a groan. “I’m not even dressed for this. Why couldn’t you have just told me why you needed me to come over? Prepared me a little in advance?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Would you have come?”

You press your lips into a line, looking between him and the window where you can see shadows of his family members moving around the house. “Probably not.”

“Exactly.” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like I don’t know you. C’mon, just a couple hours, and you get a free meal.”

The offer was appealing, especially with student loans and your low bank account balance in the back of your mind. “But I have to socialize. You know I hate that.”

A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. “So do I. Look, we already make a great fake couple.”

You grimace. “And what if your family hates me?”

“Well then you know you’ll never be called in to be my fake girlfriend again.”

“But I want them to like me as your friend!”

“And they will,” he assures you. “You just have to sit close to me and maybe let me put my arm around your shoulders. It’s not gonna be that hard, I swear.”

Before you have a chance to protest Suna is opening the door again and using his grip on your arm to pull you inside. You catch a glimpse of his sister, and she must see how flustered you are because her brows immediately shoot up and she looks up at her brother.

“I hope you weren’t kissing her out there.”

Suna laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, and you swear you see a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. “I wasn’t, promise.”

“Good, ‘cause Mom was asking for you to set the table, and she’s getting kinda impatient.”

Suna shoots you an apologetic glance, but leads you to the dining room and shows you where you’ll be sitting while he fetches the table settings.

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also this is all i EVER wanted i cried immediately theyre so lame i love them so much

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Love Me Wrong [Masterlist]

You lost your brother and your memories.

Mikey lost his sister and his mind.

He decides you’ll be of more use to him and Bonten as his darling "sister".

No one sees the start of Mikey’s crippling obsession for Kisaki’s sister until it’s too late.

pairing: Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano x f!reader x Bonten

content: corruption, amnesia, yandere themes, fauxcest, manipulation, dc, and smut. other content warnings will be tagged individually per part.

note: there's no way i can do this idea justice in just one part so i'm starting another tr series. this is my piece for @bokuroskitten's 'Are you Shy!?' collab. pray for me y'all this is all i'm going to be working on to make the deadline.

[01 ; Memoirs]

[02 ; Resolve]

[03 ; Control]

[04 ; Fragment]

[05 ; Muddle]

[06 ; Recollect]

[07; TBA]

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Shenanigans w/ the Haitani Brothers Masterlist

➼Just random scenarios with the Haitani brothers Ft. Bonten Members

↳GN Reader | Platonic Relationship w/ the brothers

Genre: Crack Humor

Warnings: Manga Spoilers | Cursing

Status: Ongoing

Taglist: Open

➟Part One

➟Part Two

➟Part Three

➟Part Four

➟Part Five

➟Part Six

➟Part Seven

➟Part Eight

➟Part Nine

➟Part (Bon)Ten

➟Part Eleven

➟Part Twelve

➟Part Thirteen

➟Part Fourteen

➟Part Fifteen

➟Part Sixteen

➟Part Seventeen

➟Part Eighteen

➟Part Nineteen

➟Part Twenty

➟Part Twenty One

➟Part Twenty Two

➟Part Twenty Three

➟Part Twenty Four

➟Part Twenty Five

➟Part Twenty Six

➟Part Twenty Seven

➟Part Twenty Eight

➟Part Twenty Nine

➟Part Thirty

➟Part Thirty One

➟Part Thirty Two

➟Part Thirty Three

➟Part Thirty Four

➟Part Thirty Five

➟Part Thirty Six

➟Part Thirty Seven

➟Part Thirty Eight

➟Part Thirty Nine

➟Part Forty

➟Part Forty One

➟Part Forty Two

➟Part Forty Three

➟Part Forty Four

➟Part Forty Five

➟Part Forty Six

➟Part Forty Seven

➟Part Forty Eight

➟Part Forty Nine

➟Part Fifty

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𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄  |  𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐍.

“you know that one guy in your frat?” you ask, and ran raises a brow, unlocking his car to open his passenger door for you. you draw a little smiley face through the frost on the window as you wait, and he grins to himself as you do, stifling a small chuckle.

“there’s like a hundred guys in it, which one?” he raises a brow, and you hum thoughtfully, turning to face him.

“the one with pink hair.”

“sanzu?” ran questions, and you nod in agreement, the name sounding familiar as he mumbles it.

“yeah, that’s the one,” you poke his shoulder repeatedly in excitement, and something in ran’s stomach does twists at the way you seem so happy to hear the name. he doesn’t know whether he wants to find out why, or avoid knowing completely. “he asked me on a date.”

and then he has to fight the urge to turn around completely. he has to tell himself he can’t just march up to sanzu haruchiyo in the middle of class and punch him in the jaw, and he has to force himself to be cool about this.

you’re not his, and he can’t act like he’s yours.

“oh,” he says simply. it’s through grit teeth and a clenched jaw, and ran takes a step forward and turns away from you, back to you as he swings the door open. “get in.”

you do, climbing into the car and furrowing your brows at his dryness as he shuts it closed and walks around to the driver’s seat, but you shrug to yourself and figure he and sanzu must have issues. then again, everyone seems to have issues with ran, and you can’t say you’re surprised. he has a habit of doing as he pleases and saying anything that comes to mind—and though he’s a favorite in the frat amongst people outside (he is undeniably attractive), he’s not really very popular amongst too many of the members.

haitani ran picks fights much more often than he should, and you almost think he has fun getting in trouble. there’s a certain gleam in his eyes when he throws the first punch, and there’s a twitch to his lips when he gets caught, and there’s a sense of satisfaction that radiates off of him when he gets scolded. you think he’s crazy, but you also think you might just love it. though, you dont think you’ll ever admit that to him—you don’t want to embarrass yourself admitting feelings you know won’t be reciprocated.

but sanzu is cute, funny, and he’s got just a bit of the same crazy to him. he’s not ran, but you think he’ll do. and if you’re lucky, he might just take your mind off your best friend that you’re completely in love with.

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synopsis : you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.

genre: enemies to lovers, college au , smau, angst , fluff , smut

characters present : rindou haitani, ran haitani, , hanma shuji , sanzu haruchiyo , kokonoi hajime., manjiro sano , shion madarame,

updates are regular

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All rights belong to @haitaniplug . Do not repot this story anywhere without permission from me. All characters except my own OC's belong to Ken Wakui.

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Blurred Lines

Length: 1.5k

Pairings: Kakucho/Y/N, Izana/Y/N

Warnings/tags: my poor attempt at angst, killing intent, hateful thoughts, established relationship, jealous!Izana (please help, idk how to tag)

Summary: There is a fine line between love and hate. Too bad Izana doesn't know where to draw that line.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Izana hated you.

He couldn't understand why Kakucho was dating you in the first place, let alone why he gave you a key to their apartment. Sure, he had asked Izana about it first and Izana said that it would be alright, but he never expected you to actually swing by this often.

And Izana definitely wasn't expecting you to be crouched over his coffee table, in his living room, studying for whatever bullshit class you had, right when he was coming from one of his gang meetings.

Izana locked the door behind him and left his shoes in the genkan, as far away from yours as possible. He passed by you, not even bothering to say 'Hello,' and headed towards the kitchen to check the fridge.

He could see his favourite drinks stacked on the bottom shelf, and with a deep scowl, Izana reached for a can.

Popping it open, he took a sip and moved back to the living area, plopping on the couch's soft cushions.

Instead of reaching for the TV's remote, Izana focused his gaze on the back of your head, his eyes narrowing on the two small hair buns pinned on each side of your head. He tch-ed. You probably though you looked really fucking cute with your hair pulled up like that, but it just looked stupid.

"What are you doing here?"

He took another sip of his beverage, his arm coming to rest on top of the couch.

"Waiting for Kakucho. He said it would be okay to wait for him here." Your voice was calm and steady and you didn't even raise your head from the papers you were writing on.

Izana felt his palm itch with the urge to grab those buns and turn your head towards him, make you look deep into his amethyst eyes so he could see if you would keep your composure in that situation. But he didn't.

"And why is that?" the man asked, his hand tightening its grip around the can unconsciously.

"He said we could go to the cinema after your meeting. There's a new movie that he wanted to see so I bought tickets for it." Finally, you put your pen down and turned your head slightly towards Izana, watching him from the corner of your eye.

Izana stilled and felt his heart drop to the pits of his stomach. Of course he knew what movie Kakucho wanted to see.

He knew because both of them had hoped for this movie to appear ever since they were teens. 'Takeki Ryuusei' was not just some poorly drawn manga from the 90s that they happened to stumble upon in the attic of their orphanage. No, it was one of the first things that the two boys bonded over. That manga put the base of what would be a friendship for life.

And so, when the animated movie for the manga finally came out, Izana knew he had to go see it with Kakucho.

But now... now he finds out that he was going to a movie that meant so much to them with you?!

Jealousy reared its ugly head from the depths of Izana's soul and his mind simmered in anger. How dare you? Ever since you came into Kakucho's life, he started coming second and he fucking despised you for it.

When Kakucho first introduced you to him, Izana ignored the negative feelings eating away at him, knowing for a fact that what was between you and Kakucho was not going to last. After all, you were a stupid little college girl that couldn't even comperhand the harshness of the life both Izana and Kakucho led.

So he pushed down his feelings, locked them in a trunk and buried it deep within himself. And with each passing day, with each kiss and hug and 'I love you' that passed between you and Kakucho, the contents of the trunk started to fester.

They festered and festered until the trunk was eaten away by the rot and his feelings resurfaced with a vengeance, poisoning the caverns of Izuna's mind and soul.

None of this would have happened if you were gone. If you just fucking disappeared out of his and Kakucho's life so thing would go to what they used to.

Everything was so much easier when it was just the two of them. Less confusing, less complicated.

Izana's eyes were locked on your head as his hand moved to the pocket of his pants.

His nimble fingers thumbed the switchblade hidden inside and he found the small button that would reveal the blade.

How easy it would be for him to take the knife and slit your throat open. See your hot blood splash all over the pretty notes you worked so hard to write.

Izana's body switched to autopilot. Silently, he placed his can on the floor and got ready to pounce on your unassuming body.

Would you scream? Cry? Beg for mercy? Would he even give you the opportunity to do any of those things?

He didn't know. And he would never know.

"Oh yea, before I forget. I have something for you," you suddenly said, reaching for your bag to drag it closer.

Izana's head fell to the side and he pushed the blade back into his pocket. Did you guess he was going to kill you? Was this just a ploy to escape?

But you didn't make a run for the door. You just rummaged through your backpack until you came up with a small box.

"Here you go." You offered the box to Izana, who took it from your hand with reluctance.

"What is it?" he asked, looking from the box to your face.

"Open it and see." You pushed, your eyes eager and your smile gentle. Your whole body was turned towards him and for once, Izana towered over you.

Izana opened the box slowly and his brows shot up when he saw the pair of Hanafuda earrings nestled in the silk padding the box.

"I... I painted them myself. I know I'm not especially skilled and it took me like three tries to get the flowers right and you definitely don't have to wear them if you don't want to, but I thought it would be nice to have them as a backup. I also went to the temple to have them blessed. The monk said that they will protect the bearer and I thought that would be great seeing how much you have to fight."

You were rambling. Both of you knew you were rambling, a habit of yours that indicated you were nervous.

"Why?"

Izana's scowl deepend and he wanted to throw the earring in your face.

"Why did you do this?" His voice was silent, but he wanted to yell at you, shake your shoulders and tell you how utterly stupid you were for putting so much effort into a gift for somebody that was just about to murder you.

"Well... Kakucho told me your birthday was coming up soon, but I'm going to be away on the 30th. So, I thought I could just give you your gift now... Happy birthday, Izana."

Your smile was so radiant it made Izana sick to his stomach. So he looked at the earrings instead. The irises matched his eyes perfectly and he could just imagine you bent over your desk, your features scrunched in concentration as you mixed the paints to get his exact eye color.

The thank you that Izana offered you was robotic, a practiced phrase that held no emotion nor significant meaning. He didn't remember what excuse he used to get up and retreat to his room, he just knew he had to get away from you.

Izana locked the door after him and slid to the ground, his back leaning on the slab of wood and his head cradled in one of his hands. He stared at the purple flowers long and hard, stared at them until his eyes were flooded with tears and his chest was choked by sobs.

Izana hated you.

He hated how considerate you were every time you came over.

He hated how you didn't flinch when they would come back to the apartment, battered and beaten and bloody.

He hated the gentle touch that patched up their wounds.

He hated that you would soak and hand wash their blood stained clothing and he hated that his shirts would smell like you afterwards.

He hated how you cooked his favourite dishes whenever you would cook for Kakucho and he hated himself for eating them.

He hated that you kept their fridge stacked, knowing that neither of them had time to go shopping.

He hated every single time you stopped on the street to pet a dog or crouch down to call a cat to you. He hated the way you would frown when a cat would run away from you and and he hated the cats even more for making your pretty lips pout.

He hated the soft tunes you hummed while cooking or showering and he hated your screams of joy when Kakucho would take you on occasional bike rides.

He hated seeing you in just one of Kakucho's shirts, legs bare, drinking your coffee at their kitchen table and reading for your classes.

He hated how his breath would hitch slightly at your concentrated face, touched by the soft morning light.

He hated these fucking ugly earrings and he hated how much time you put into making them.

He hated your stupid face, and your dumb smile, and those big, kind eyes that looked at him as if he didn't have blood on his hands and ice in his heart.

Izana hated you.

But more than anything, Izana hated how much he had come to love you.

AN: I hope you enjoyed this fic. I had this idea stuck in my head for a few days and it's been a while since I tried my hand at writing something angsty, so I thought why not put it on paper and post it while I'm at it. I am sorry if the character is ooc, but I quite literally do not know how I got into this fandom, seing that I haven't watched or read Tokyo Revengers 😂😭 Nonetheless, I am enjoying my time in this fandom and I hope you enjoyed my attempt at writing Izana!angst as well. Please lemme know what you think.🥺

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Girls will be like Idk why im so unproductive recently and then you ask whats going on in their life and they list eight lifestopping crisies and then say 'yeah but i should be fine :/ '

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“Doing your best” means “doing what you can without harming your mental and physical health” not “doing something with no regards for your own limits.”

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-Chifuyu

with a kind Russian reader

with reader who struggles with selfharm

with reader (after Baji’s death)

-Baji

with reader who punched him

With reader (nameless for now)

with a pregnant reader

How would they react if their girlfriend ended up in jail for beating someone?

With reader who is with adhd and has a bad lip picking habit

With reader : kisses and cuddles hcs

With s/o who is Draken’s sis

How would they react if there was a girl in the gang who was crying everytime but strong for the ones she loved?

With s/o who has huge breasts and been bullied

Vampire Baji x reader

Vampire Baji x reader Part2

How would Baji react to someone misgendered his s/o ?

How did Toman boys meet you ?

Tokyo Revengers Boys as a band

How would they react if they finds out you have a crush on them ?

with reader who is heterochromia

with s/o who is always tired/sleepy

with reader who struggles with selfharm

with s/o who is a foreigner from another country

with reader : readers best friend thinks that he is a thief

with stammer reader

with best friend who he is in love with

with reader who sings like Aimer

With reader who sings like Aimer 2

-Mitsuya

with s/o who is trying to protect him

How would they react if their girlfriend ended up in jail for beating someone?

With reader : kisses and cuddles hcs

How would they react if there was a girl in the gang who was crying everytime but strong for the ones she loved?

Tokyo Revengers Boys as a band

How would they react if they finds out you have a crush on them ?

with reader who is heterochromia

with s/o who is a foreigner from another country

-Draken

with a pregnant reader

with a flat chested reader

With reader who is with adhd and has a bad lip picking habit

With reader : kisses and cuddles hcs

With a fem silent schoolmate

With Mitsuya’s little sis

How would they react if there was a girl in the gang who was crying everytime but strong for the ones she loved?

With old gang member reader

How did Toman boys meet you ?

Tokyo Revengers Boys as a band

How would they react if they finds out you have a crush on them ?

with reader who struggles with selfharm

with reader who is abused by her father

with  reader who is deaf and dumb

with  his girlfriend who is in a girl band

teaching his lover self-defense

with reader who is intelligent and great fighter

With Haitanis Lil Sister

-Mikey

with a pregnant reader

How would they react if their girlfriend ended up in jail for beating someone?

With reader who is with adhd and has a bad lip picking habit

With reader : kisses and cuddles hcs

With s/o who has huge breasts and been bullied

How did Toman boys meet you ?

Tokyo Revengers Boys as a band

How would they react if they finds out you have a crush on them ?

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

with reader who is intelligent and great fighter

-Hanma

with a flat chested reader

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Ran

With s/o who has huge breasts and been bullied

with reader who he has a crush on

with s/o who is chubby and insecure about herself

with reader who is abused by her father

Ran’s biggest regret

With reader who he has a crush on 2

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Rindou

with reader who is heterochromia

with s/o who is chubby and insecure about herself

with reader who sings like Aimer

With reader who sings like Aimer 2

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

with Turkish reader

-Sanzu

With Turkish reader x Kanto Manji

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Kakucho

with reader who sings like Aimer

With reader who sings like Aimer 2

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Koko

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Hakkai

with reader who is heterochromia

with s/o who is a foreigner from another country

with reader who sings like Aimer

With reader who sings like Aimer 2

with reader who he has a crush on

-Angry

with reader who struggles with selfharm

-Toman

With reader who has beaten to death

Story Masterlist

With old gang member reader

How did Toman boys meet you ?

How would Toman react if they found out that you were abused by your father?

With autistic friend

Kanto Manji x reader

BONTEN X GANG LEADER READER SMUT

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-Chifuyu

with a kind Russian reader

with reader who struggles with selfharm

with reader (after Baji’s death)

-Baji

with reader who punched him

With reader (nameless for now)

with a pregnant reader

How would they react if their girlfriend ended up in jail for beating someone?

With reader who is with adhd and has a bad lip picking habit

With reader : kisses and cuddles hcs

With s/o who is Draken’s sis

How would they react if there was a girl in the gang who was crying everytime but strong for the ones she loved?

With s/o who has huge breasts and been bullied

Vampire Baji x reader

Vampire Baji x reader Part2

How would Baji react to someone misgendered his s/o ?

How did Toman boys meet you ?

Tokyo Revengers Boys as a band

How would they react if they finds out you have a crush on them ?

with reader who is heterochromia

with s/o who is always tired/sleepy

with reader who struggles with selfharm

with s/o who is a foreigner from another country

with reader : readers best friend thinks that he is a thief

with stammer reader

with best friend who he is in love with

with reader who sings like Aimer

With reader who sings like Aimer 2

-Mitsuya

with s/o who is trying to protect him

How would they react if their girlfriend ended up in jail for beating someone?

With reader : kisses and cuddles hcs

How would they react if there was a girl in the gang who was crying everytime but strong for the ones she loved?

Tokyo Revengers Boys as a band

How would they react if they finds out you have a crush on them ?

with reader who is heterochromia

with s/o who is a foreigner from another country

-Draken

with a pregnant reader

with a flat chested reader

With reader who is with adhd and has a bad lip picking habit

With reader : kisses and cuddles hcs

With a fem silent schoolmate

With Mitsuya’s little sis

How would they react if there was a girl in the gang who was crying everytime but strong for the ones she loved?

With old gang member reader

How did Toman boys meet you ?

Tokyo Revengers Boys as a band

How would they react if they finds out you have a crush on them ?

with reader who struggles with selfharm

with reader who is abused by her father

with  reader who is deaf and dumb

with  his girlfriend who is in a girl band

teaching his lover self-defense

with reader who is intelligent and great fighter

With Haitanis Lil Sister

-Mikey

with a pregnant reader

How would they react if their girlfriend ended up in jail for beating someone?

With reader who is with adhd and has a bad lip picking habit

With reader : kisses and cuddles hcs

With s/o who has huge breasts and been bullied

How did Toman boys meet you ?

Tokyo Revengers Boys as a band

How would they react if they finds out you have a crush on them ?

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

with reader who is intelligent and great fighter

-Hanma

with a flat chested reader

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Ran

With s/o who has huge breasts and been bullied

with reader who he has a crush on

with s/o who is chubby and insecure about herself

with reader who is abused by her father

Ran’s biggest regret

With reader who he has a crush on 2

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Rindou

with reader who is heterochromia

with s/o who is chubby and insecure about herself

with reader who sings like Aimer

With reader who sings like Aimer 2

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

with Turkish reader

-Sanzu

With Turkish reader x Kanto Manji

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Kakucho

with reader who sings like Aimer

With reader who sings like Aimer 2

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Koko

How they react if they find out you are pregnant ?

-Hakkai

with reader who is heterochromia

with s/o who is a foreigner from another country

with reader who sings like Aimer

With reader who sings like Aimer 2

with reader who he has a crush on

-Angry

with reader who struggles with selfharm

-Toman

With reader who has beaten to death

Story Masterlist

With old gang member reader

How did Toman boys meet you ?

How would Toman react if they found out that you were abused by your father?

With autistic friend

Kanto Manji x reader

BONTEN X GANG LEADER READER SMUT

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suna x f!reader, drabble, angst to fluff, established relationship | note: sorry, i hc that suna swears a lot in his head :’) also ty @boosyboo9206 for proofing!

suna thinks it’s pretty fucking stupid.

how many times has it been this week? three? five? ten? it feels like a hundred fights already at this point. all over the same old thing too.

sometimes you’re tired, you nag at him to wash the dishes for fucking once, as if he doesn’t do it every single day without fail. well guess what? he’s tired too after a shit day at training. if it’s not you then maybe he’s the one exhausted, and he’s the one yelling at you to maybe be considerate and leave the toilet seat up—you have hands, don’t you?

which is actually pretty fucking stupid.

because he doesn’t actually care about that, just needs to let off steam. and because you actually do have a habit of putting the toilet seat up, but sometimes you just forget.

but lately that’s what it’s all been—one fight after another. and over the most idiotic reasons. maybe it was that show is shit, can’t we just watch something else? if not it’s come on, i already took the trash out yesterday, it’s your turn.

frankly speaking, he doesn’t even remember what the hell you two fought about earlier. doesn’t know what to tell osamu now that he’s invaded his apartment and lounged on his couch and copping a monster from his fridge. doesn’t even think he wants to be here.

why is he here?

osamu’s asking something about how suna feels, three months after moving in with you. suna doesn’t feel like answering. if he answers now it might be a lie. he might say it feels like shit. or maybe that he’d even rather live with atsumu.

he huffs—yeah, no one would ever believe that.

“would you rather live alone?” this time, osamu’s voice is crystal clear. mainly because he’d realised that suna wasn’t listening and decided to move closer to get his questions through to him.

suna leans back against the couch, head tilted up to the ceiling. would he? when he lived alone he had all the freedom in the world. the toilet seat would always be up. the dishes would always wait patiently. the channel would never be rom-coms. it was everything to his liking.

god, this is pretty fucking stupid.

he groans, getting up without even answering osamu once this entire ten-minute visit. he leaves behind an unsatisfied half of a twin, leaves behind a full-minus-one-sip can of monster on the coffee table, leaves without so much as a care about osamu grumbling at him to finish his goddamn shit, at least.

suna doesn’t know what osamu’s talking about. he is going to finish what he started. luckily osamu lives only a five minute walk away so suna doesn’t have to wait that long to see you again. not that he doesn’t know what he’s going to walk back in on: you, knees to your chest, hugging a pillow and watching a rom-com to try and lift your spirits.

osamu’s question rings like a reminder in his head, like the 9ams on saturday for extra training, like the kind he hates, but needs. because yes, he loved living alone. nobody nags, nobody cramps his space, total freedom to do whatever the fuck he wants. but no, he’d rather not, because for some reason the universe decided to be nice to him, to treat him extra special, because it let him meet you—because he loves you more. even more than some stupid notion of freedom.

so when he sees you on the couch, a mere twenty minutes after your fight, he meets you halfway. lips capturing yours, arms round your shoulders—he can’t help thinking this is like one of those rom-com kisses you swoon over so damn much.

this is where he always caves. he doesn’t care about the stupid dishes or the damn toilet. he’ll turn into a dishwasher if that makes you happy. he’d pee in the shower if he had to, he doesn’t care. what he does care about is you. so what if you fight over stupid stuff sometimes? he expected that coming into this. you said you were worried about moving in with him and here’s why. suna told you he’d compromise so here he is—he’ll try. he’ll try and try and try, over and over and over, even if he has to take an entire lifetime to learn how to do this (he won’t, he’s a fast learner, he knows).

because yes, he thinks this entire fight is fucking stupid. and love can be shit. and toilet seats are annoying. but guess what? suna thinks you’re worth everything in the goddamn world. every fight, every rom-com, every can of monster he has to steal from osamu.

“i’ll do the dishes,” he mumbles once he decides the both of you actually need oxygen to survive and kissing forever isn’t practical. you know what he means though, right?

even with your foreheads pressed together he can see the biggest grin on your silly little face. “and i’ll put the toilet seat up.” see, he knew you’d understand.

because love can be hard. and life can be shit. and suna rintarou can sometimes be a little bitch, can have a thousand different ways to say ‘i love you’, but you’ll always get it. you get him. and he gets you. you love him and he loves you.

and, sometimes, that’s all he needs to remember to make everything okay again.

[stffychn]

MISS MATCHMAKER (suna rintarou)

DAY 4 OF MY VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL!!

masterlist for v-day series [ here ]

warning: x fem!reader, best friends-to-lovers, mentions food, mutual pining(?), oblivious!reader, fluff to angst to fluff…i guess.

happy (extremely) late valentine’s day? help it’s 3 am and i only had the motivation to finish this.

8:00 am

14th of february

“valentine’s day”

known as inarizaki’s infamous matchmaker, you’ve been dying for this day to come. with a talent as splendid as yours, you’ve preached the valentine’s day bible to all those around you, spreading love and joy in the air.

you happily skipped out your front door, making your way to school. your eyes drifted to the beautiful cherry blossom trees, their iridescent leaves cascading to the ground.

in your daze, you spotted a familiar face. you waved your hand, “suna!”

hearing the loud call of his name, he removed one of his headphone buds and turned around, his face softening at the sight of you running towards him.

“hello, miss matchmaker.” he greeted.

you rolled your eyes, affectionately. “hello to you, too, valentine’s day grinch.”

he smiled at the nickname. you and suna had been best friends since middle school. even when he got scouted and transferred to inarizaki, you two stayed in touch. at the end of your first year in high school, however, your family moved to hyōgo for business, so you ended up begging to study at his school.

you used to have a crush on suna, actually. but, in fear of ruining the strong bond you both shared, you never acted upon your feelings. in time, you got over it. what mattered to you was that you had suna by your side, and if you were lucky enough to have him as a friend, then that was infinitely better than not having him at all.

he poked his tongue out playfully, “are you afraid i might corrupt the pep in your step?”

you shook your head, “never.”

he hummed, kicking a stray pebble, “busy schedule?”

“just like every year,” you sang.

he sighed, “why’d i have to be friends with a real-life cupid?”

you nudged him, “don’t be so dramatic, you‘ll still see me.”

you walked through the school door and started taking off your shoes to wear the school-assigned footwear.

he clicked his teeth, “my head is gonna screw out of my neck from watching you run around all day.”

you laughed, “the devil works hard—“

“—but you work harder, i know.” he finished your sentence, sighing.

“catch you around,” you raised your fist.

“yeah, yeah.” he said, bumping his fist with yours.

+

9:27 am

14th of february

“valentine’s day”

“excuse me, excuse me, coming through!” you exclaimed, carrying a huge cardboard box.

you set it down on the table, letting out a labored breath. you turned to your classmates, “listen here! any cards, flowers or paperback presents that are addressed to lockers 79-129 go into this box! I’ll be back for chocolates and parcels later!”

a flood of students surged to the front of the class, dropping in their gifts and cards. you left the rowdy crowd, walking over to suna, who sat with his palm under his chin.

“nothing for me to deliver?” you asked, leaning against his desk.

he shook his head. you looked down and noticed his change of shoes. “you changed back into your converse?”

he leaned back into his seat, “classes are over for the day, and the valentine’s day fair will be held till noon, so who cares?” he shrugged.

you inspected his shoes and noticed something. “are those— are those the limited edition valentine’s day high tops?”

he glanced at his shoes, “i suppose they are.”

you scoffed in disbelief, “no way. suna rintarou, the valentine’s day grinch, bought the v-day converse with embroidered red hearts?”

he couldn’t hide his nonchalance any longer. he huffed, “okay fine, maybe i did buy them. my hate for valentine’s day has nothing to do with my love for tasteful shoes.”

you laughed, wanting to rile him up some more, but you noticed the large pile left in the box.

“i’ll be back to drop off your fanmail,” you teased. suna rolled his eyes and put his headphones back in his ears.

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10:06 am

14th of february

“valentine’s day”

“rin~”

he looked up and saw you striding into class with another box of cards and goods.

“i got your valentines,” you said, dropping the box on his desk.

“you could’ve just thrown them out, you know?” he replied.

you frowned, “awh, what? you could’ve at least told me that before i collected your stuff.” you groaned, picking the box up again and heading out.

“wait, let me help since it’s my fault.” he got up and took the box from your hands.

you walked through the halls together, occasionally stopping and running another errand, handing over more valentines or distributing them. suna grew tired the more it went on. he had to give kudos to you for handling it all like a champ.

you checked your watch, “10:30. delivering services are now closed.”

“finally,” suna muttered, his arms aching from his heavy duty work.

“next is proposals and confessions!” you clapped your hands, giddily. “those are my favorite.”

“do you even get paid?” he asked.

“why would i get paid?”

he froze in his tracks. you stared at him, confused. he deadpanned, “you’re doing this for free?”

“yeah? why would i charge people?”

“maybe because you’re trampling around school for hours, sending things, collecting things, helping students, setting up dates and so much more??”

you waved your arm, dismissively. “i enjoy what i do. there’s no price on happiness.”

his eye twitched, “…YES THERE IS!”

you sighed, reaching over to take the box from him. “whatever, suna. you’re such a buzzkill. you clearly have no place to talk since you’re all “i hate love blah blah blah”. but believe it or not, some of us feel a flutter in our hearts at these things, so don’t invalidate how we feel just because you’re incapable of feeling the same way.”

you stopped and turned to him, only to realize he had been staring at you this whole time. the pair of you remained quiet, not exchanging a word.

“is that what you really think?” he asked.

you felt yourself grow smaller under his stoic gaze. you gulped, “yeah, it is.”

he glanced at you from head to toe, before walking away with his hands in his pockets. you blinked, surprised by what happened.

by the time you were able to process it, he had already turned the corner and left your line of vision. you exhaled, scolding yourself for saying such nasty things about suna.

“i’m such a bad friend…” you mumbled, with a sigh. you pushed the thought away, resuming on your way to the school garbage bins to dispose of suna’s archive of cards and gifts.

as you hauled the contents of the box into the bin, your eyes couldn’t help but pick up on some of the words his cards had. all of them praised him for how amazing he was, how much of a good person he was even if he appeared cold at times, and how handsome and alluring he was.

you couldn’t help but agree.

+

12:17 pm

14th of february

“valentine’s day”

“thanks for helping out, y/n!”

you smiled at the students from class 2-3, “it’s no problem, always happy to help!”

one of them laughed, “typical y/n, i pity the souls that chase after you.

you giggled. a student walked up to you, “could you sell these last few tickets we have for the kissing booth?”

you nodded, taking the clipboard and thin bundle of tickets. you roamed around the bustling halls, signing up students who were interested. when you had just one ticket left, you craned your neck through the crowd, trying to spot a possible prospect.

your eyes landed on a familiar face.

“osamu-kun!”

the grey-haired boy turned away from the onigiri stand, “y/n, what’s up?”

“want a ticket to class 2-3’s kissing booth?” you waved the golden piece of paper in front of him.

he shrugged, taking a bite from his heart-shaped onigiri, “sure.”

you wrote his name down and handed him the ticket, receiving the 250¥ with a short “thank you~”

“by the way…” you started, trying to gulp down your nerves to appear lax, “have you seen suna?”

he hummed in thought, “he left school earlier, somethin’ about going to the mall.”

“oh.”

osamu noticed your dejected reaction, “‘asked him to get me fries, wanna split ‘em with me?”

you laughed, “thanks, ‘samu.”

he gave you a small smile before walking back to kita and his brother. you sighed, turning on your heels.

did he really leave to blow off some steam? you thought. maybe he needed to get his mind off things…

you pulled your phone out your pocket and went to text him when you saw he posted on his story. he was at the mall, just as osamu said. but there was a girl you’ve never seen before by his side.

you blinked, staring at the stranger. you felt a sting in your heart, an unfamiliar emotion coursing through your body. who was she?

the story ended as you were caught in your thoughts, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. immediately going to his chat, you were about to type something when you stopped yourself.

you were terrible to him earlier, what do you even have to say?

you shut your phone off and closed your eyes. for the first time, you felt like you were losing suna. and you didn’t like it. more importantly, you felt something just now…something strong, something you once felt, years ago.

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2:58 pm

14th of february

“valentine’s day”

you slumped into your seat, laying your head on the desk. you were incredibly exhausted from the long, busy day. the school day was coming to an end and students were slowly leaving. only those who had to give out late cards and confessions stuck behind.

the last of your classmates bid goodbye and you waved back with a groan. alone in the empty classroom, you were tempted to text suna. you two always walked home together, but you doubted that would happen now.

THUD!!

you yelped and jumped back from the sound of something being slammed onto your desk.

“‘need you to deliver something.”

too shaken up to register the voice, you rubbed your eyes and said “delivery services ended hours ag—“

suna.

your mouth dried up once you saw him. he looked as indifferent as ever; his hands tucked into his pockets, his backpack lazily slung over his shoulder. and that handsome face of his.

“i need to cash in one of those ‘friendly’ favors.” he said.

you smiled, “of course.”

of course, this was you and suna. you two were a tightly knit pair. a sense of mutual understanding you two shared, to the point where apologies were often silent. arguments with suna are resolved without a word, maybe a “wanna order food?” or “there’s this song you should listen to” would be exchanged as a disguised peace offering.

you stretched and pulled out a sticky note, “locker number?”

“710”

“7-1–wait…suna, that’s my locker.”

“mhm.”

“…did you mix up lockers or?”

he clicked his teeth with an exasperated sigh, “you’re such a dumbass.”

you tilted your head in confusion. he pushed the box closer to you, “it’s for you, dummy.”

“oh…” you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. you gingerly unwrapped the gift as suna watched, patiently.

“you…no…”

he smirked. you gaped, “you got me the valentine’s day high tops?”

he nodded, “now we can match.”

“i thought you hated valentine’s day…”

he rolled his eyes, and lowly muttered, “i only hate valentine’s day because it takes my favorite person away from me every year.”

“w-what?”

he sighed, stepping closer to you. he leaned down till he reached your face and flicked your forehead.

“i love you, idiot.”

now, you were truly left speechless. a million questions running through your head, yet not a single thought being processed.

“you…do?”

he tapped your nose, “yes, i do. why else would i bother aya-san all day?”

“aya-san?”

“she works at the converse store. she’s become a friend from the amount of times i’ve been there. i spent the whole day inside, looking for what pair to get you.”

ah, i see now…

“suna, i—“

“i hate valentine’s day because the person i love is too busy helping other people love each other. while i sit back and watch you help a couple confess, i curse myself for never doing it. but what you said today really got me thinking. ‘made me realize i’ve started to give you the impression that i didn’t care for love when all i ever loved was right in front of me.”

the confession hung inside the walls of the silent classroom. it wasn’t very often that suna showed his vulnerability, and you spend everyday thanking the heavens for being lucky enough to see this side of him.

you cupped his cheek, “i love you, too, dummy.”

he smiled, “that little middle school crush of yours resurfaced?”

you harshly pulled away, “you knew?!”

he chuckled, “of course i knew. you’re very bad at hiding your feelings, y/n.”

you scowled. he leaned in and pecked your cheek.

“but i still love you anyway, even if you’re a matchmaker that’s bad at her own job.”

I’M SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NEVER POSTING THIS AHHH. i didn’t really like it and i still don’t but i knew i couldn’t leave some of you with an empty plate. i tried my best and i hope it’s good!!

with love,

matchakisses <3