#@@.xylvie's works

[hiorisgf]

↪the different ways the boys don't let you pay.

↪What's on your mind?: Actually I myself don't know where I'm going with this too. Heh.

Boyfriends who, whenever you're about to pay for something using your own card—he's always there to slap your hand away and give the cashier his instead. Where did you get the idea that he'd let you pay for even a single one of your outings? Well either way, you ought to wipe that thought away because he'll make sure you won't even get the chance to hold your wallet since e this man's already paid for everything. Bastard is unecessarily agressive in the way he refuses to let you pay like bae, why does he have to look at you like you just said the most offensive thing to him in his entire career of living when all you just said is 'let me pay'😭😭

Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Chigiri Hyoma, Barou Shouei, Kurona Ranze

Loverboys that Immediately gets the wrong idea. Baby thinks he's done something wrong when you offer to split the bill. Like sir. What😃. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT. You have to assure him that he hasn't done anything wrong and that you just want to lessen his expenses because the dates have got to be expensive. Especially with how fancy the places he takes you to are 😭 But after you assure him that he's fine, that you aren't mad at him and all that, and he finally understands what you mean—this cute little bastard dares to go and give you the sweetest smile humanity would ever witness and lovingly tell you, "No."

Isagi Yoichi, Mikage Reo, Niko Ikki

Beloved little shits that would never miss the chance to take your wallet and hide it from you if ever an opportunity presented itself. He does it so that when you'd take your wallet to pay for the meal—only to realize that you've lost it, you'd have no choice but to rely on him to pay for it instead. Too busy wallowing yourself in embarrassment and the feeling of guilt, you fail to notice the small smirk that appears on his everloving face as he inwardly celebrates the success of his plans. HAH. YOU REALLY THOUGHT. Ehem. Now, dearest—just take a seat back and relax as he spoils the way you deserve to be pampered <3 (Also if you're worried about your wallet then he'd return it after the date's finished with that shit eating grin of his you'd like to punch)

Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Bachira Meguru, Oliver Aiku

Pretty, loveable liars who'd gladly allow you to pay for the next meal with a smile on his fave. He chuckles and lovingly looks at you as you adorably pump your fists up in the air. Money in hand, you head to the cashier to pay for the two of you when suddenly the cashier decided to be a not so nice person when they reveal with a smile that the gentleman behind you,(which also happened to be your lover) had already paid for yours and his meal. You look at him, utterly and pitifully betrayed. Your lips turn into a pout as you look at him with watery eyes. And for a moment, they actually feel guilty about not letting you pay for this time.

Hiori Yo, Yukimiya Kenyu, Kunigami Rensuke

[hiorisgf]

↪ft. Bachira, Rin, Sae

↪gehehehehheehehhehe hi

Boyfriend bachira! Who tries to match their footsteps with you, slowing down his steps and making sure that he'd step at the same time as you, using the same foot as you just for something silly like feeling a bit closer to you than he already is.

Boyfriend bachira! Who frowns when you open the door of your car yourself and quickly rushes over to you—closing it and forcing you to go back in the car again. Your confusion soon turns into realization when he goes and open the door for you, urging you to go out. You can only deadpan at his eccentric actions.

Boyfriend bachira! Who likes to take videos of you, whether it be the moments where you could compete with an angel when it comes to looks—or the moments where you seem as though the embodiment of unflattering, he takes it all and keeps it safe in a memory card; compiling videos from the start to the end of your days.

Boyfriend bachira! Who makes a diary exclusively about you. Your likes, dislikes, trivias and others. Things he's learned and the feelings he's felt about you. And there's also the fact that at the corner of every page, a small doodle of you and him together is always there.

Boyfriend bachira! Who often plucks a flower from the ground and promptly tears off its petals, all the while he chants a famous chant, 'they love me, they love me not' and then giggle like a middle schooler when it lands on they love me, but persistently continues if it's not.

Boyfriend bachira! Who acts uncharacteristically fragile on nights where the stars shine the most, clinging onto you and never letting go. He asks you to stay by his side with a tone you've never heard from him before, it's delicate and quiet—words you would never have thought to describe bachira. But it's true, and so you hold him tighter, a silent promise to never leave him.

Boyfriend rin! Who leans his umbrella more towards you so you don't get hit by the rain. Yes, even if it meant him recieving the shorter end of the stick and having his shoulder get rained on. (and then possibly getting sick)

Boyfriend rin! Who smirks when you achieve something, small or big. His smirk is especially wider when you've done exceptionally well on the one thing you worked hard on, as though silently bragging 'that's my love'

Boyfriend rin! Who makes sure to remember all the important dates like your anniversaries and surprise you with gifts, the color red never leaving his cheeks as he shakily offers to you a bouqet he spent nights on, trying to find a way to make it as perfect as possible for you.

Boyfriend rin! Who calls you an idiot and berates you if ever you forgot your coat during cold weathers but still, he'd offer you his coat with a roll of his eyes. He flicks your forehead, calling you names a lover shouldn't to their beloved, but you don't find yourself hurting because of the way he readily gives you his coat.

Boyfriend rin! Who sometimes scrolls at your social medias, smiling ever so slightly as he finds the posts that included you and him. Because even if he denies it vehemently so, he does infact, like it when you proudly show off your title as his lover.

Boyfriend rin! Who's unbelievably stiff the first few times you cuddle together. He's unsure of what to do and the concept is unfamiliar to him. But eventually, as time passed by, it had become a necessity to do it on normal days, and especially during the days he feels down. Because the feeling of laying on somebody's arms—his beloved's arms helps calms him down from his thoughts.

Boyfriend sae! Who pushes you to do the things that you like in a way that can be seen as insulting. Although whether it sounds insulting or not doesn't matter because at the end of the day, it always ends up working.

Boyfriend sae! Who stares at you, completely inlove with the way you look so happy in whatever you're doing. A small smile graces his lips as he watches you giggle for the umpteenth time, and it's clear to anyone that he's utterly and absolutely whipped for you.

Boyfriend sae! Who later makes it a habit to flick your forehead whenever you say or do something stupid (albeit weakly, he wouldn't want to hurt you that much). He sincerely enjoys seeing the little pout you make when he does it.

Boyfriend sae! Who forces you to talk to him about any problems you're facing with because he'd really rather not see your face tainted by a frown, and the sight of the light in your eyes dimming into nothingness. He'd much prefer to see the scheming grin on your face as you pull yet another prank on him or anybody else.

Boyfriend sae! Who unintentionally does things that can be misleading, like pulling closer as though coming for a kiss, yet pulling back right after he takes the leaf from your head. He only realizes it when he sees you look flustered, steam coming out of your ears, and a ghost of a smirk appears on his lips.

Boyfriend sae! Who likes to kiss you on the crown off your head as you drift off to sleep. An out of character glint in his eyes as you greet him goodnight.

[hiorisgf]

##DORKIFYING THESE BASTARDS BECAUSE I CAN :3

↪Alt. Title: Relationship Hcs

↪Ft. Noel Noa, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae

↪What's on your mind?: Ignore the bad cat drawing. I'm not an artist. Dont come after me saying theyre ooc unless you want to see this humble writer cry.

Noel Noa

I'am a strong believer of the Noel Noa is secretly a dork belief.

He would definetely spend an hour trying to think of a reply to your texts without sounding too cold or too giddy. Nobody come after me bc I know I'm right😃

Whenever he wants attention he just stands and stares at you like 🗿🗿 and expect you to notice his motive and give him affection right then and there.

Is a great cuddle buddy to have. He's like a human sized teddy bear. Also human heater with his natural body warmth—Which is especially perfect for cold days.

The type to feel giddy whenever you give him a kiss and tell him good luck or have fun. His expression doesn't change but it's obvious he's in a good mood with the flowers that would float around by his side the whole day.

Doesn't know what to give you most of the time so just expect some luxury items chilling at your doorstep sent by yours truly <3

But don't worry about not having enough money to pay him back. Just give him some rose you bought on the way and he's more than happy.

What? I'm wrong you say? Well too bad I'm not taking opinions.

Itoshi Rin

Pathetic man says he doesn't need your affections but sulks and becomes passive aggressive when you don't give him any. Like, the nerve?!!?

Becomes putty in your hands as you hold him close, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

Denies it but def loves being the small spoon. Something about the way you gently yet firmly hold him in your arms, as though you're shielding him from all the bad things makes him almost want to cry.

Although he isn't too big on pda, he does make sure he touches in some way somehow. Maybe your elbows touches as you walk together, maybe your pinkies as you rest your hands on the table, maybe his knees touches yours when you sit together. Doesn't matter how little, he just needs a way to touch you.

Sometimes calls you randomly in the middle of the night. He just needs to know that you're still with him, he's not sure if he can sleep in peace if he doesn't.

Tries to tell you 'I love you" but fails miserably and ends up telling you it's nothing instead.

Itoshi Sae

It goes without saying that this bastard is rich. Crazy rich. But the problem is he doesn't know where to spend it on. So, he goes with the safest option. Spend it on you.

The moment he catches you laying your eyes on a specific item, expect it on your drawer, receipt and all.

The type who gets so used to you saying you love him before he goes that when he notices you don't say it, he pauses in his steps and turns to look at you like. ??? Uhh hello? Where's the 'I love you, work hard but don't overwork yourself alright?'?? Why you just sending him off with a wave goodbye??

If you insist on not saying you love him then he'll walk off with a little stomp in his steps. The audacity! But this dumbass refuses to tell you what's the problem because it's so cringe, ew.

When he comes back home he's salty and is straight up ignoring you. How dare you not 'i love you goodbye' him?! Will keep up with this pettiness until you finally say the three words he's longed to hear eversince this morning.

After that, he's back to being unprovokingly rude(lovingly) and hugging you goodbye. Don't you ever do that again you loveable nincompoop, you can't just take away a essential part of his day like that.

Especially when he has a match against another team coming up. He won't be able to focus otherwise! He's so used to your words of love that the moment you stop saying them he gets incredibly worried (not like he'd ever tell you this) and it clouds his mind until the problem clears up eventually.

Gets so used to your affections and even sometimes ask you for it—non-verbally ofcourse. This bastard can't ask for affection properly for the life of him. Hates to admit it but he's grown to love the little affections you give him so don't you dare to ever pull that stunt again you got that?

[hiorisgf]

##TOO FAR, AND NOW THE TRUST IS GONE.

↪ft. Kaiser

Arguements are normal in relationships. But when he gets way too heated to the point of hurting you—to the point where one could say they went too far, how does he act?

It's been how many minutes since the arguement had started, maybe you had spent a hundred minutes shouting at the top of your lungs, a few couple tears shed in the proccess. But no matter how long, it was clear that neither sides had plans to step down. The original topic by now, was long forgotten as harmful insults directed to one's insecurities were thrown haphzardly; carelessly reloading and shooting the bullet all over the place, desperate to hurt the other person even if only a little. Neither backs off, eager to clear their name, even if it meant harming the other's ego. And amidst the chaos that you and your dereast lover found yourselves in; Kaiser raises his arm, and he swings it—far enough to reach your cheeks and hurt it just enough.

Slap!

The sound resounds throughout the living room, and it grows deathly silent— the kind of silence where only the ragged breathing from the hours of shouting could be heard. A second, and then a minute passes, you cradle your now reddish cheek with tremblig hands as you shakily look up at Kaiser. And there, on his face, laid a fury that boiled his head and turned him to be someone unrecognizable. It hurts, you think ,thrice as much knowing that the look of fury, was directed at you.

The first of teardrops spills from your eyes and wets the ground underneath. The liquid clouds your vision, and you think you're partly greatful for it. Because then, you wouldn't have to see the way he looks at you with anger like no other. You look down, trying to calm down your shallow breaths, and as a result, you don't notice the way Kaiser looks the moment he clears his head atleast a little bit.

The feeling of his hand hitting something—or in this case, someone, is still apparent on his hand. He takes a few deep breaths, taking the chance to calm down and clear his head now that the quiet had arrived. From then on, he finally registers the way his hand is numb, and the small, yet not completely silent sobbing he hears from infront of him.

A horrified look takes form on his face when he finally puts the two and two together.

Oh, oh my god.

"I—mein schatz—I-I'm sorry" he stutters, stepping forward to come closer, but he freezes in place when he sees you flinch and cower away.

His heart shatters when he sees how you react, the trust you've placed in him just hours ago now all but gone as he went and did what he promised he won't.

Shit, he inwardly curses. He's really done it now hasn't he?

He kneels, down on his knees as he hugs your legs. "Mein schatz I'm sorry I-I don't know what came over me. M' sorry love please please forgive me" he pleads, begging for forgiveness, and it's funny. How easily he's doing the one thing he thought was an impossible task just hours ago. He would have done this earlier had he known this'd be the outcome of his stubborness.

Kaiser trembles—the first in years as he fears the growing possibility of you leaving him. His apologies are rushed and messy, but sincere nonetheless. Kaiser kneels, begging for forgiveness like a sinner who's done the most heinous crime—and maybe it isn't inacurrate. Because to have the nerve to actually hurt you, the one sent by the gods solely for him, was a crime punishable by death.

Kaiser pleads for forgiveness, but he doesn't expect you to accept them. Only that you'd stop your cries that he himself had caused. Because he thinks—firmly believes that you shouldn't waste your tears for sinners like him; for someone like him.

It's unreal, how easily he's forgotten his ego when it comes to you. But he thinks it's perfectly valid. Because while he is the king, you are the angel he seeks comfort and power of, the one whom he takes his strength from. And now, because of his painfully human parts, he's gone and hurt the one person he's held dear.

Kaiser begs for you to stop crying, to do nothing but rest as he picks up the broken shards of trust, to stay with him—as greedy as that might be—as he clumsily tries to put it all back together. You needn't waste your tears, nor should you trouble yourself with trying to put it all back, because he'll do it himself, for it was him that broke it—and thus, it should be him that fixes it too.

↪ooc?? Yea i think, huhahahahahah

[hiorisgf]

“I love you” (is harder to say than expected)

↪ft. Rin

Rin thinks he ought to tell you how he feels, but it seems it's harder than the movies made it out to be

Rin sucks at communicating; verbally, even more so. He's so pathetic, especially when he tries to tell you the three sacred words. His tongue remains stuck at 'I' and immediately shifts directions on the following words. What was supposed to be a heartfelt I love you, becomes an insult that says the opposite. (Although thankfully, Rin's learned to be careful enough to lock up the insults that would hurt you if ever it slips past his lips.)

You understood, you really did. So you never tried to push Rin to say it. Never forced him, never expected him to say it early on in your relationship. You were willing to wait. Rin knew that, but he still felt the need to tell you as soon as possible.

Rin knows he shouldn't probably take Karasu's words to heart. It was Karasu after all, he wasn't that much trustable. But Karasu's words taunts him day and night and gnaws him up on the inside leading to sleepless nights where he tries to practice saying I love you infront of a mirror with a small photograph he took of you covering where his face was supposed to be.

He succeeds—spectacularly practice wise. But when it becomes for real, he panics and gets tongue tied, the words never leaves his mouth and remains stuck on his throat, clinging desperately inside and refusing to go out, no matter what. So in the end, he leaves with nothing but a ruined pride.

Rin counts the days he's failed to say the three words he's sure you'd be elated to hear. Each day serves as a reminder for him to try harder, "If you don't tell them how you feel, they'll leave you soon enough you know?" it rings through his mind and the more the days he wastes without telling you he loves you, the more he panics and the louder the voices gets.

He figures he can show his love through his actions, maybe if he acts considerate enough you'll see the fact that he does love you an equal amount as you love him.

It worked. The smile on your face as he treats you to your favourite food place, tells him exactly just that. The small giggles that leaves your lips when he offers you his coat during the times you're cold tells him you get the memo. And he thinks this is fine. This should be fine. It should be enough proof to prove to you his love, right?

Not enough.

'The show your love through your actions' plan was a temporary fix. It only sent his insecurities away for a short while. He had to say it. He had to tell you someday—and it had to be soon. He realizes it whenever you look particularly envious when you see other people unbashedly professing their love for their chosen lover. And you won't say it (and he doubts you ever would) but Rin knows it.

Moments like these makes Rin hate himself, just a little bit. He feels powerless, incapable of being the lover you wanted him to be, you deserved to have. And it makes him clench his fist and grit his teeth in anger. But Rin perseveres, he thinks and thinks and thinks and thinks, until he's finally found it. A way to tell you I love you.

He could only hope that even in this, he won't back out like a coward. But it should be relatively easy, since all he needs to do is press a button and then the changes would be irreversible. It was perfect for him, he thinks.

"Bye Rin, I love you." you place a short peck on his lips, bidding him farewell before he heads to practice.

Rin nods, snaking his arms around your waist and squeezing you firmly, yet loose enough as to not hurt you. "Bye."

You stand by the doorway as he heads to the familiar path that would take him to a train station, waiting until he's out of your sight before heading back to your shared home and eat breakfast.

You hum a small tune as you prepare your coffee, scrolling your social medias as you wait for the water to boil. It's a surprise when you see Rin's profile popping up at your notifications. You slide it open, and what you see gets you choking on your spit.

Rinnie rin<3: I love you

Rinnie rin<3:(っ´▽`)っ

Were you being delusional? You check once, twice, thrice, and even installed-uninstalled your messaging app a dozen times. It remains, the message remains and beside it is Rin's profile pictue that you took for him. You gawk, jaw agape as your eyes widens as large as that of a saucer. This was so, so, unexpected and out of character, perhaps somebody hacked into his account? Or maybe one of his friends took it and typed those words, you don't know, but you'd have a hard time believing it was him who sent that to you, especially with the kaomoji.

Rinnie rin<3: Don't leave me on seen, idiot-_-+

By this time, you fall from your seat. He sent it? That Rin did? Unbelievable.

The warmth seeps through your cheeks and it leaves you smiling like a gosh darned idiot. Ah. Unbelievable. You're laughing, this was truly so, so, ridiculous.

Without hesitation, you oress the call button on top of Rin's contact. On the third ring, he finally picks up.

"..What?" he's quiet, uncharacteristically so.

"I love you too" you said, your grin never once leaving your face.

The other side of the phone is silent, and you wait for a minute before he finally replies.

"Is that so? If that's all I'm hanging up" Without giving you a chance to say otherwise, he immediately hits the end call button.

You frown, grumbling at his rude behavior. "Mean."

The next message you receive while complaining leaves you pausing and smiling brightly for the entire day. Gosh, for someone deemed rude by most of society, he sure was quite the dork wasn't he?

Rinnie rin<3: I love you more٩(●˙—˙●)۶

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##Reincarnate, love, die, and then repeat the cycle!

↪ft. Ei, Xiao, Venti

↪How do the long living characters act with a reincarnator lover?

↪No, I don't know where I was going with this so please don't ask. TT

Raiden Ei

Ei finds you a confusing person to consider. Being the farthest, and yet also one of the closest to eternity-you are a variable Ei doesn't know how to handle.

Ei doesn't know - no- actually, she does know; she knows every single you that you've reincarnated into(she cherishes you too much to truly let you go), but she makes no moves to approach you, to try and return back to the times where she'd call you her lover.

She doesn't do anything, only watch you through the Shogun's eyes as you go on about your life, unaware of the past life you spent as the very same lover of the god of thunder from a tale of Inazuma.

She watches and watches, the plane's clouds clearing up ever so slightly at the sight of your smile. A sight she once admired firsthand.

Ei was alright being just your god, this was how it ought to be in the first place. You were human, and she was a god, an esteemed archon and the ruler of Inazuma - the line that differentiates the two of you is clear as day. (But that doesn't stop her from reminiscing the past with a somber mood)

Although eversince the appearance of the enemy of eternity, and Yae's incessant chidings, she was forced to change her views, forced to acknowledge the feelings she's long since barreled up.

She admits that she longs to converse with you, to fall inlove with you once more, to feel the familiar sensation of jitters as your skin makes contact with hers, she's conflicted, arguing over which side of her she'll allow the honor of following their desire.

And with a final push from her familiar, she ultimately decides to approach you, you who tended to your stall, selling her favorite kind of sweets to interested passerbys. She clears her throat, stopping the growing anxiety and excitement from being visible on her face.

Xiao

"In every lifetime I'll have, I promise to find you and love you again." Were the words you've parted this world with. A ludicrously beautiful promise- a ridiculously impossible vow.

It's become some sort of a past time for Xiao to wait for you by the balcony of wangshu inn. Day after day, he sits by the balcony when night falls, waiting for the time you'd prove yourself true and appear infront of him.

Of course he knows it's impossible, chances were that even if you did have a second chance in life, you'd have already forgotten the lifetime you spent with Xiao, forgotten the promise you uttered using your last breath.

But to wait for you by the balcony has become a past time he'd seek solace in - a moment he could spend remembering the memories he'd made with you. Because at the very least, even if you couldn't keep, let alone remember your promise, he'd keep his own and remember you vividly no matter how much centuries have passed.

By now, Xiao knows not to get his hopes up. But when someone walks in, donning the same attitude and looks as you, he can't help but approach. Gingerly, he'd call out your name. And his heart skips a beat when you turn around, grinning with a smile too wide to be natural.

"Yes?" You take a step closer, stopping only when you were a step away, and leaned in close enough to feel your breath on his ear. Xiao finds himself glued to where he stands, a myriad of questions running through his mind. But the next words you utter sheds light inot his eyes, and a grin he'd rarely ever show to the world.

"Did you need something, General Alatus?"

Venti

Venti makes it a point to watch your every reincarnation, keeping watch and giving you his blessings. But the extent of his affections remains there. He doesn't approach, only ever watches you by the side, hearing about you through the winds' memories.

Don't get him wrong, venti loves you truly. But to tell you of your past and try to mingle with you once more would only serve to bind you to him, force you into a relationship with him solely because of your past relationship.

Venti values your freedom more than anyone else, so he doesn't tell you anything about the past he oh so treasured, allowing you to do whatever without the shackles of your past binding you and restricting your movements. Because despite his strong desire to stay with you throughout your lifetime once more, he'd rather see the smile on your face he's grown used to before, the smile unrestrained by anything, that free and jolly grin you'd make he'd always fall in love with; even if it meant that it wasn't him who'd bring that kind of expression to your face anymore.

But if you do choose to follow the footsteps of your former self, approach him and befriend him. Maybe even fall inlove, then Venti would be more than happy to indulge you. He'd tell you his odes, his proses and poems, songs and tunes, dedicate each and everyone to you. He'll let you fall inlove, let these feelings foster alongside with his, and he'll be there, waiting for you with a patient grin.

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##FOR GOODNESS SAKE, PLEASE USE A NORMAL PETNAME!

↪In which you call your dearest with uh.. Eccentric petnames

↪Ft. Sae, Isagi, Kunigami, Rin, Bachira

↪What's on your mind?: many thanks to @kxmikomrade And @a-pair-of-socks For helping me put here. Ily.

Isagi Yoichi + 3 cups of flour

♡~"Haha, what a cute nickname" it isn't "But why am I 3 cups of flour?"

♡~Uh yea. Sure.. Haha. Acts like he likes it* no but seriously. What in the name of christ [Name]😐😐 where do you even get the idea from??

♡~Gives up. He's already learned from past experiences that arguing about the petname with you is pointless. So he just..lets you be

♡~Is done. He's so used to your odd nicknames to the point where he just can't find it in himself to get upset at you when you call him with the strangest nickname ever heard to man.

♡~"So, you know how flours are what makes the structure of the sweet? Well, you're similar in the way that it's you who gave me friends and what I became today"

♡~Blushes. Naurrr why are you being such a romantic all of a sudden, stawpp you're making him blush/j can't believe he's actually alright with being called 3 cups of flour but now that he's learned the meaning, he doesn't mind it at all. And infact, feels flattered.

Sae Itoshi + Honeybunchsugarplumpumpyumpyumpkin

♡~Cringes. Shivers runs down his back. breaks out in cold sweat. Hands trembles. Terrifying. Stiffly turns and glares at you.

♡~Acts like you've just said the most atrocious thing ever in history. Which, in his totally unbiased opinion, thinks you just did.

♡~Uhh congrats?? You managed to make Sae make an expression even if it isn't pleasant..

♡~ "Hi my honeybunch—" "No." "But—" "No."

♡~Loves you and all and he would have let you call him with any other petnames but out of thousands, this is what you settled on..? Wow.. You act so similar to kindergarteners he's wondering is he's dating a manchild.

♡~Please just stop. This is his 20th reason why he should break up with you. /j (or is it? Hnmm) for sanity's sake, just use a normal petname for once you glorified monkey.

♡~Sae loves you truly but its moments when you act like this that makes him doubt his decision to stay by your side for life.

♡~But if you really want to call him by that name, he supposes he could let you call him that. But just know he still cringes everytime he hears that name spill from your lips.

Kunigami + Macho mack

♡~??? Is that me? <-Him when you call him by that nams

♡~Acts clueless and confused and that's HE IS😭😭 POOR BOY WONDERS WHERE YOU GET YOUR PETNAMES FROM

♡~I MEAN. HE LOVES YOU BUT HE'S SO CURIOUS. WHERE DO YOU GET THOSE IDEAS😭😭 HE MIGHT NEED SOME OF YOUR CREATIVITY IF HE WANTS TO MATCH UP WITH YOU

♡~Finds it weird but doesn't really mind. That's not the worst—infact, he thinks its one of the decent ones you've ever given him😭😭

♡~Again, he doesn't really mind. He's known worst. But even then, he still lets you call him those. Man loves you too much to ever say no to your petnames. Even if it's the cringiest shit one could hear😬

♡~Bless this man and his ability to tolerate whatever you do.

Rin Itoshi + Oogly boogly

♡~Ew. No. Absolutely not. Don't you dare call him that again lest you want him to commit homicide.

♡~CRINGES. LIKE GIRL I KID YOU NOT. HE LOOKS SO DISGUSTED AND UTTERLY CREEPED OUT ITS ACTUALLY FUNNY

♡~Dies inside everytime you call him that. He may live you sure. He may hold you closer than others—but no way will he ever tolerate something like this.

♡~Contemplates breaking up/hj insufferable bastard </3

♡~But.. And BUT if you really want to call him by that name he supposes he could let you. IN PRIVTE THO. IN PRIVATE. He'll learn to get used to it or whatever🙄🙄j

♡~But watch him freeze, stiffly turn, and glare at you like you're the most despicable thing he has ever been with/hj (he does hold back on the insults. Bro doesn't want to push you away like he did before. Never again)

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##BRO HELP. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT'S INSANE

↪ft. Chigir, Nagi, Isagi

↪hi laluvs!! Awwww thank you so much nonnie!! Your words certainly have got me grinning from ear to ear<333

Chigiri

Chigiri makes an active effort to keep you close. Even if the circumstances of blue lock allowed relationships to easily drift apart, he makes sure to keep you in particular, close to him.

He's calling you the moment he gets his phone back, keeping you up to date with his life and in turn, you tell him about the recent happenings in yours too. You waste the night talking to each other, he sounds a bit more livelier before; as shown by the way his voice sounds a bit more higher, a bit more livelier, laughing more often in between conversations. And to add in, there's also something with the way he speaks that's gone a bit softer, a bit more fonder.

He ends the call with a meaningful thank you, an I love you you couldn't have heard whispered right before he presses the finish call button.

.

The first he finally meets you in person after a long while, he's bolting towards you, mumbling apologies to those he bumped with and pulling you into his embrace the moment he could. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into it as he mumbles a small 'I missed you'

It's sincere, you can tell. But you couldn't quite see the extent of his longing.

He missed your smile, the way it'd curve a bit more wider whenever you spotted his figure, your incessant bugging whenever he seemed downer than usual, more rigid than usual. He missed a lot about you, your smile, your eyes, your voice, your laughs, the compliments, the way you call his name, or how you'd bring him into your arms, whispering words of assurances as he relived those memories his mind constantly plagued him with.

He missed you, the feeling of butterflies, the way his heart would race whenever you got too near him, the feeling of comfort he felt in your arms.

He wraps you in his embrace despite how the time has already long passed by since the first he caught a glimpse of you, he clings onto you tightly. He had no plans of letting go, he doesn't want to let go.

"I love you, I miss you" he whispers, too caught up in the moment to even realize his words.

Perhaps it was unwise to let his emotions get to him like that, but he couldn't bring himself to care. This matter, he'll leave his future self to worry about it.

Nagi

Nagi often finds himself staring at you. Brows creased ever so slightly as he ponders the reason why you looked so different than most.

You were shining. Sparkling like some sort of protagonist at a generic shoujo manga. It gets his eyes to subconsciously shift to look at you, linger in your directions, lips twitching, threatening to send you a smile in return of the one you gave him. A simple hi from you gets him to straighten his back, eyes brighter than usual as he converses with you-and it's all so odd to him.

What about you was so different from the rest? What about you made him want to do better, to be better? What exactly was it about you that gets his heart racing, heat rushing to his pale cheeks as your touch sends electric shocks in its trail and leaves him shivering?

Why did you glimmer so differently from the rest? Why do you sparkle in the first place?

Nagi knew you weren't always so bright-before, you were just another faceless person in the crowd he could care less about. Until the second semester of high school when you were placed as seatmates, paired up in projects more usually than what was considered normal.

All you really did since was talk to him, play with him in the few games the two of you could play together, spend time basking in each other's presence, share your snacks with each other-and then suddenly something sparked and changed the way you looked.

Nagi would furrow his brows, staring at you particularly intensely and yet look away the moment you return his gaze, he huffs, gripping on his switch a bit tighter than usual. How odd, he'd think to himself.

Reo would laugh at him, chortling when Nagi deadpans and asks him why you shine so much brighter than the rest once more, he laughs and laughs, shaking his head at his treasure's lack of knowledge regarding his feelings. He heaves out a sigh, before finally telling him to go figure it out himself.

Nagi huffs, grumbling about Reo's insistence on not telling him the answer outright. Oh well, he supposes. He'll spend more time with you, talk with you more, if only to find out the reason for your shining was. (And the way Nagi does so without muttering a word of complaint, gets reo's eyes to crinkle furthermore woth delight.)

Isagi

Isagi can't quite put a finger when, why, or how, only that you've been the apple of his eye for a while now.

He's hanging onto every word you say, enchanted by your voice and put on in a trance. It's even worse when you laugh-oh he's completely stupified, trapped in a daze as he listens in.

He's delusional, occasionally fantasizing about what life would be like if you were together, he'd take you out on silly little dates, hold your hand, walk you home, and then place a small kiss on the crown of your head. He sighs dreamily, how nice would that be.

But alas, he's brought back to reality by the harsh call of his friends. He resumes back to practice, shaking off those thoughts that would simply remain a dream, a fantasy and nothing more.

Isagi tries not to, but you can't blame him when he tries to read too much in between the lines at your smallest of actions, trying to find in even the smallest of actions, a sign that you might like him too. (Delulucore fr fr)

People can tell Isagi's inlove from a hundred miles away, with who, is another question easily answerable by the lot.

It shows, it definitely shows in the way he gets a bit more animated around you, tone softer and more enthusiastic as he talked about whatever with you. It most definitely shows in the way he'd look at things, the most random of things and then proceed to connect it in someway with you. (Even going as far as to remember you because of a generic looking broom.)

Isagi often wonders what it'd be like. To cross the borders and tell you what really was written on his heart, big bold letters written in a cursive manner and dedicated to you, 'i love you'

He wonders what it'd be like to hop over that border and ask you to lower the walls and allow him to get closer. Would you accept? If he gifted you a bouqet of flowers and cookies he made himself, if he courted you with notes and a candy of your favorite type would you be charmed and accept it? Accept him?

He's delusional. Ambitious, a big dreamer, he knows that. It'd probably harm him if he continued this line of thinking, but Isagi couldn't help it. He liked you, and he prayed to the gods that you did too.

[hiorisgf]

##BRO HELP. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT'S INSANE.

↪Ft. Rin, Aryu, Reo

↪What's on your mind?:I'm trying to understand their characters I swear—

Itoshi Rin

Itoshi Rin, as much as he tries to deny it. Is infact, a man down bad for you. He is a sucker for your kisses and the little shows of affection that makes his heart flutter much to his dismay.

Disgusting. He thinks. To be tied down by you this much—to be willingly tied down by you, the person that stuck by him despite the many times he's tried to push you away. He can't understand just why you hold so much power over him. You are a trouble, a hindrance to his goal in becoming the world's greatest striker. But in the end, no matter how much he convinces himself so, he can't find it in him to push you away. To push the one that made his heart skip a beat. The one who'd paint his cheeks a lovely shade of red just by a simple kiss to the cheek, seemed like a feat impossible even to him. 

Rin wants to push you away, to set up walls between the two of you and forget about you entirely. But everytime, you always manage to break down the walls he's tried so hard to build with only a simple call of his name. A smile, and then suddenly he's back to square one. Back to the times when his heart would thrum loudly when he sees you wearing his jersey, back to finding himself stupidly smiling at the pictures that was the evidence of the time you two spent together. Back to the time where the thought of you alone gave him the boost to do better. And back to wanting your kisses and the love you gave him.

Rin hates it. The fact that even if he tries his hardest, he'll always end up staying by your side, waiting for more of the affections you'd willingly give him. He hates the thought of being stupidly inlove with someone. But, he thinks. if it's with you, maybe he'll entertain the idea of being foolishly inlove.

Jyubei Aryu

Jyubei Aryu is by no means down bad. Rather, it is you who is down bad for him.. Or so he tries to convince the others. Just one glance and people would already know his heart was taken and wrapped around your fingers. It's obvious he's inlove with the loving smile etched on his face whenever you're around, he's looking at you like you can do no wrong in your entire years of existence and it's honestly romantic. Jyubei is a proud man, he knows of his charms and his skills in football; but whenever you're around, he feels like it's not enough. Like his current skills aren't enough, he wants to impress you, but he thinks he can't do just that with his current skill level. (He doesn't know it but anything he does would impress you no matter how small)

Jyubei Aryu despises his first name. It's old-fashioned and samurai-like. It doesn't match to his preferred style at all.

Aryu was supposed to hate his name.

But he wonders why he doesn't hate it as much when it's from your lips his name spills from. How you manage to make even his barbaric name sound as pretty as he is—which is a lot. How you manage to make him come to love the first name he's hated all his life, is something he can't understand at all.

You possess a magic Jyubei Aryu does not understand. The ability to make even the worst name in history sound like the loveliest word found in the dictionary. To make even the most hideous things, look as pretty as the gemstones or the stars that shines bright in the dull, night sky. And most importantly of all, you make him giggle and kick his feet like a school girl when he reads your chats, grinning like the fool inlove he is. 

Aryu finds himself feeling the happiest when he's with you. Is this another one of your spells? He wonders, well, no matter. He'll still love you with or without spells.

Reo Mikage

Reo Mikage is without a shadow of doubt, down bad for you and everything you have to offer. From the goodmorning texts, down to the goodnights you bid him goodbye with. From your smile to your frowns—he is inlove with any and everything you do, it's honestly pathetic and hilarious.

Reo doesn't know what to do. He has so much love to give and yet limited ways to show it. He could buy you gifts but it wouldn't show even a fraction of what he wants to say, he could give you kisses but even then, it still wouldn't truly be able to relay his message of love he wants to convey. So more often than not, he ends up spoiling you a tad bit too much without realizing it himself. 

It's rare—for him to love someone this much. And even more, to have you fall for him too. Not the heir of the Mikage corporate; not the soccer player Mikage Reo—but just him himself. The him overshadowed by his status and never given the time to shine. It's almost unbelievable, to score someone as lovely as you. To be loved by someone like you—not for his looks, fame, nor money. But for the him he locked away to adapt to peopls's wants.

Reo can't believe it. To recieve someone as perfect as you—surely the gods are planning something malicious. Reo fears that with just a simple flick of a hand by the gods, you'd leave his side and lose your feelings. He's afraid of losing you—one of the only things(or in this case, person) he got without his family's influence. He doesn't want you to leave his side, so please, stay. Don't leave him for another, jewel.

[hiorisgf]

##STRANGERS TO LOVERS? STRANGERS TO LOVERS.

↪ft. Bachira Meguru, Michael Kaiser!!

↪What's on your mind?: Aaaa this is my first ever work, highkey nervous. I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I made! I tried(╥﹏╥)

↪Also also, just so you know, my requests are currently empty! So feel free to request away!

Meguru Bachira

Bachira, once upon a time ago was a boy who was considered a freak, an outcast to the people in his school. Someone people considered odd or eccentric. And he was fine with that. He was fine with being alone for the rest of his school years so long as the monster inside him stayed with him. He was fine with being alone until you decided to come and barge in unwelcomed to his life and gave him the love he's been long overdue for. Eversince then, he can't find himself living in a world without you by his side.

A student from the same class, that was all you were to him. That was all you were supposed to be to him. But it seems as though you weren't satisfied with that role at all as you sat beside him and talked to him when others wouldn't. It was odd,  you'd shoot him a smile when others sent him sneers. You'd tell him goodmorning when others ignored him. You'd stick by his side when others left him. You'd include him in gatherings when others didn't want to. And most remarkably of all, you tried to learn soccer just to play with him when others refused him. Your actions were foreign, something Bachira couldn't understand. You acted differently among the rest, stayed closer with him rather than anyone else, defended him when others insulted him.

Your actions were foreign, but a part of him liked it. He liked the thought of being someone special to you, he liked seeing you make an effort to get closer to him when you didn't need to try that hard, you've already captured his heart and made it your captive a long time ago. He liked the thought that amongst the many that scowled by the sight of him alone, there was someone who looked at him with hearts in their eyes. And before he's realised it, he's grown used to it. Used to the smiles you'd give him, the snacks you'd feed him, the face-time, the random facts in the middle of the night, and the messages you'd always keep him up at night with—he's grown used to you and the many things you did for him.

So, he prays amongst the stars, he prays to any god that would listen to his selfish prayers. He prays to always be the apple of you eye. He knows it's selfish, that it's wrong to wish for something like that. That he should instead be grateful for recieving the attention of an angel like you for even in just a short span of time. But he can't help it. He loves you so, so much that the thought of you laying your eyes on another person bothered and gnawed him up on the inside day and night. He doesn't want to think of the possibility that you'll eventually grow tired of him and his antics and abandon him just like the rest of his friends did. So please, he prays to the gods up above, please let him be the only person you'll love for the rest of your days. 

Michael Kaiser

The first time Kaiser approaches you it was out of sheer curiousity. How someone could be so stoic and unfeeling was something he couldn't comprehend. He believed characters like those only existed in the movies he's seen or in the novels he's read.

But lo and behold, you came and proved him wrong with your with your never changing expression. At first, he thought you were just exceptionally good at keeping a poker face. But when he doesn't hear your heart race, or feel your body heat up despite moving close enough that your eyelashes were touching—you didn't change that everloving expression of yours. Your lips remained a thin line, eyes looking straight at his blue ones, uninterested. With that, his attention was fully captured as he eventually made it his duty to move that stoic expression of yours.

A few days after, he'd suddenly barged his way into your otherwise peaceful life and tell compliments, overly sugar-coated words that you only respionded with a 'thanks'. A poetry so sweet even the sweetest food in the world couldn't compare, bouqets of flowers and a note where a compliment resides resting amongst the dozens of flowers.

Kaiser did everything to see you smile, to see the aloof exterior of yours break. But when it doesn't, he switces to plan b. Ignore you outright.

A day after he realises his plan a wasn't working, he's quick to pull back and pretend as though he's never done any of the dozens of sweet things to you. He acts as though you were only a stranger, a background character to his theater play compared to what he told you you were just three days ago. After all, having you smile wasn't the only way to move your impassive expression.

But even then, you acted the same way as you did before. Kaiser has to blink once, twice, to accept the fact that that the sweet-nothings he'd tell you and the effort he'd put into wooing you weighed nothing at all to you. And the fact didn't sit right with him.

How could you act so apathetic? Did not even one of his acts move you? Was his gifts and shows nothing but a distraction to you? The thought chewed him up on the insides and ate him alive.

He didn't want that.

He didn't want to be nothing but a distraction in your eyes. He wants to be more—but what did the more he meant even mean? 

Oh. Oh no.

It seems that during his mission to crumble that aloof exterior of yours, he had accidentally fall inlove with you along the way. He fell inlove with the way you'd return his sweet nothings with snarky replies, your small acts of kindness, the way you'd notably let him closer to you than anyone else, he's fallen inlove with you and the things that makes you you. Your flaws, your perfections, imperfections—he's fallen inlove with the entirety of you and he realized it a month bit too late.

A week after his realization, he tries to woo you again. He's back to telling you poetries, little tinkers and gifts that reminds him of you as though he's never outright ignored your existence a week before. Nothing's really changed between the two of you, only that Kaiser was now being serious in wooing and persuing you

[hiorisgf]

##SUITORS ARE NICE, EVEN MORE WHEN THEY'RE GENTLEMEN

↪Bllk characters as your suitors!

↪ft. Hiori, Bachira, Chigiri

Having Hiori as a suitor isn't at all pressuring. He courts you in a way that is subtle, his actions that can be seen as a friendly gesture to the public eyes, is his simple way of swooning you in ways only the two of you could understand.

Hiori, although may seem as though he isn't taking courting you as seriously as he should, but fret not, for he is actually more than serious about it. He's determined, and is really, truly, utterly inlove with you. But he refrains from doing grand gestures because he doesn't want you to feel pressured to respond to his confession with a yes;he'd rather die than learn he's doing the same as what his parents did to him.

With that said, Hiori woos you with his small gestures like leaving notes (with simple, mundane questions about you or a compliment) in your locker, or maybe your seat. Holding your bag for you, and a small, yet uplifting compliment during your conversations. Sometimes, he'd buy you a drink, lend you his notes when you need it—Hiori likes to woo you in ways that is subtle, yet still, makes his intentions obvious.

But, if he does notice that you feel like you have to say yes to his confession despite it all, he's quick to debunk that thought and assure you that it's fine if you don't reciprocate. And it's effective, it works, and you feel a weight lifted off your shoulder after your talk with him.

Bachira as a suitor would be sweet. He's obvious with his adoration, and tries to express it to you in ways that you find adorable.

Notes thrown your way with the intention to start a conversation during class, a keychain he claims to look like you, and outgoing dates dedicated to make you have fun rather than to make a move. Bachira keeps in mind your boundaries and makes sure to never cross the line, lest you push him away and leave him heart broken.

Bachira likes to tell you 'I love you' and any other variations of it. Although when however, is a mystery to you, and also to him as well. Abruptly, at any moment, Bachira would tell you 'I love you' without even realizing it himself. Because he forms his thoughts into sentences, rolling them on his tongue and shooting it out with no thoughts whatsoever.

But nevertheless, Bachira makes sure to never cross the line and make a move you might not like. He waits for you to give him the go signal before actually daring to get a bit closer to you than just friends should. But even then, that's the only thing he'll do, he waits for your answer at the end of his courtship to decide if he should continue or no. But do know that whether you'll respond to him with a yes or a no, he'll be super respectful, so don't worry and tell him how you really feel.

Chigiri knows a thing or two about courtship, Having heard his sister gush about just how romantic the whole idea is. He thinks he'll have at least the slightest chance in wooing you.

He takes you to dates, one he thinks you'd enjoy and treats you exactly how a gentleman would treat the apple of their eye. Chigiri more or less knows of the dos and don'ts during dates, for his sister had long instilled it to him long ago when he reached adolescence. And Chigiri uses it to his advantages, ensuring that nothing goes wrong to ruin the spark you may(hopefully) have felt as he spends his time with you. Because while seeing you having fun is a priority, his top goal is to make you fall inlove with him a bit more than yesterday.

Gestures like walking you home, ordering what you'd like for you, and observing the littlest of changes(not in a creepy way), Chigiri makes sure to do all of those. He'd hand you his coat should you feel cold, hold your hair for you if ever your dish was a soup (Chigiri knows better than anyone the pain of accidentaly eating your hair), a glimpse of what it'd be like should you say yes to his courtship.

The way he courts isn't as grand, but the effort is shown by the way he stays up planning the dates despite it breng past his curfew. The letters you'd recieve, and a singular flower each and every day, makes it known that he tries his best. That he's sincere, but Chigiri also pulls back if ever he notices the first signs of discomfort, adjusting his plans to suit your comfortability. Actions like those, are what truly charms you and propells you to say yes, not becaude you feel the need to—but because you want to.

I'll add the headers later.

[hiorisgf]

##WAY TOO CUTE FOR MY SAFETY SAVE ME

↪Ft. Nagi

Event Navigation

"Ah."

A sound of surprise escaped your lips as you stared at him, astonished to find the snow white haired male napping comfortably with his head on the table. You pause from your steps, a bit hesitant to come forward—for what reasons, you don't know. Maybe because you didn't want to wake him up from his obviously pleasant sleep, but not like you could care enough to wonder why anyway. You remain standing at your initial position by the door, at a lost for what to do. 

"You can sit here you know" Nagi said, voice thick with sleep. He turns his head to face you, half lidded eyes staring right back at yours and you would be lying if you said you didn't find it attractive.

You shriek, and unfortunately for you, the sound you let out wasn't cutesy in the slightest—it was the kind of sound that would be suited for when you're voicing ogers screeching to death.

"Oh my god" you heaved out a sigh, clutching your chest tightly. "You scared me, since when have you been awake?" 

"A few minutes ago, I could hear your screaming from miles away" 

You pause, before swiftly realizing what he meant. "My bad, walking around blindfolded is a terrifying experience." you said, shivering at the memory.

"Really? It wasn't that way to me" Nagi tilts his head and darn was it infuriating how effortlessly cute he could be.

"Yea I'm sure." you snort, and Nagi squints his eyes as though confused, and by this time, you wanted nothing more than glomp him. "You were probably carried by Reo or something"  

Nagi's eyes widens, and he lets out an 'ooh' sound "How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess" was all you said

A momentary silence befell on the two of you as you looked at the room. The classroom you noticed to be yours, was covered with heart decorations that screamed love all over and it was a bit sickening just how much they over decorated the place. You notice the clock right behind Nagi, it counted to 30 minutes—a bit lengthy you think for a booth on an event that lasted for only a day.

The door opens and you divert your attention away from the clock and instead to the person who entered. He holds a tray with a parfait standing on top of it with all its glory. The person walks closer until he stands beside your table and with swift motions, he places the parfait on the table along with it, spoons for two people.

"We never ordered anything" you quickly told him, it looked expensive with how presentable it looked. 

"I know, but your classmate, Reo, has offered to buy it for the two of you." he flashes you a grin, a harmless, customer service smile, he flashes to the two of you before excusing himself goodbye.

"Ah—" you helplessly watched as the staff walked away, looking at the parfait that sat in the middle of the table. You blink, once, twice, and the dessert starts sparkling, as if seducing you to come and eat it. 

"You want it?"

You flinch, as if a criminal found guilty. You shake your head "No no, I can't—"

"It's fine, I don't mind. And everything available on the menu is for two people anyway."

"Well.." you look at him, as if verifying if he really was alright with it before taking the spoon and taking a hesitant bite.

Wow. You gasp, it was delicious—easily topping most of the desserts you've eaten before. You ease your body as you take yet another bite, it was addictive—way too delicious to be made by someone with the same age as you. 

"Is it good?"

"Yep, it went way above my expectations" you replied, taking yet another bite of the heavenly made dessert. "You try it too, you won't regret it" 

Nagi hums, and you wait for him to take a bite. To your surprise however, he only opens his mouth and lifts his head up a little. 

"What are you doing?" you asked, raising a brow at his rather eccentric yet still adorable actions..

"Feed me, please?" he tilts his head in a way that would highlight his charms in all the right points. 

Your heart tightens and lets go with a boom, "No, get your own spoon and feed yourself with it" you coughed into your hand, resisting his charms with all of your might. 

"That's tiring" Nagi grumbles, and even now, he's as adorable as can be. You dig your nails into your palm, tight enough you think it'd bleed. But in the end, you were no more than a fool down bad for a man who'd find it troublesome to look your way. 

You groaned, although not truly annoyed as you scooped up ice cream and shakily offering it to him. "Goodness, you sure are tiresome, Nagi" you say, a defeated smile taking place on your face.

He takes a bite, and it's evident he likes it by the way his eyes light up with glee. "It's good" he says, chewing on the strawberry. 

"Right? I told you so!" 

You passed the remaining minutes of your inprisonment with light chattering. Enthusiastically, you told Nagi about the drama's going on at the school campus with great detail, like how student a and student b because of homewrecker student c, and the beef student d had with student z. You half expected Nagi to fall asleep during your gossiping so you were surprised when he didn't, and even participated by giving his opinions on the topic. A small action, and yet to people who knew Nagi, it meant everything—such was the case to you. And you probably shouldn't get ahead of yourself, but you truthfully felt a bit special when Nagi participated with things he would usually find troublesome with you. 

"So so, you know that one couple in my class that does disgusting pda everywhere?" 

"Yea, they were pretty loud and distracted me from my game" you nod your head, glad he atleast knew those two. "Ok so apparently, the guy was cheating on her with the school secretary! Can you believe that?!" 

"Wow, really?" Nagi half heartedly reacts. It's not that he isn't interested with what you're saying—but he just happens to be more focused on the way you move your hands alot as you speak, and the small, yet adorable way you scrunch up your nose when you mention a person you particularly dislike; he is focused, just on the wrong things unfortunately.

Nagi thinks you're pretty, breathtakingly so. And he can't help but feel a bit excited when you show him the bits and parts of you that you wouldn't let others see; loves learning more about you, what you like what you don't like, the games you like or the mangas you enjoy—and most of all, he enjoys it when he sees you smile—a real, genuine, and carefree one. Nagi adores it when you smile like the way you do now, he adores it so, he can't help but curve his lips upwards as well. A small, and yet nevertheless there kind of smile.

"Dude, you aren't even listening" you drive him away from his thoughts, and he shifts his attention back to you again. He spends a moment to look at you and in result, you groan—whether in annoyance at yourself for being absolutely down bad, or for him not listening, is a mystery with an answer for only you to know.

Ring ring!!

The clock rings, and the door opens right after. Outside, was a staff who tells you that the time was up along with some acquaintances (Reo being one of them) waiting by the door. "Ah, we can go out now. You can get your switch back now too. That's great!" you said with a smile, standing up from your seat and cleaning up the table—or atleast organize the empty plates and dirties utensils. 

"Oh, it's over already" Nagi echoes your words, disappointment smeared on the words that leave his mind. 

"Nagi?" you pause from your actions, a bit curious by the sudden decline of his mood.

"Too bad." he leans on the table, cocking his head to the side "I wanted to talk to you more too." 

Oh. God.

Are you dead? You think you died with the way your heart ceased moving entirely as the thought of breathing and moving your chest was an action way way above you. 

"Well—we can always spend more time together next time, just tell me if—if you want to talk and I'll gladly spend—yea, spend some time with you." you stuttered, tripping over your words as heat creeps up on your cheeks due to his bold statement.

"Really?" the way he raises his head and looks at you with anticipation isn't helping your case, really.

"Yes, really. Promise" you nod your head, trying your utmost best to look at him in the eye to show the sincerity of your words.

"Nagi!" Reo calls from the door, waving him over, with his switch in hand; you both turn your heads to look his way, and Reo greets you hello when he sees you notice him as well.

"Well, I have to go now." Nagi says, slowly standing up from his very comfortable seat. "Bye [Name], I'll talk to you later" 

You wave him goodbye, showing a part of the happiness that explodes inside the confines of your ribs on your smile. You fall to your knees shortly after you see them disappear, unable to calm your beating heart from breaking out of its cage and run around the room anymore. Today felt like a fever dream, with him smiling at you and all—the last part too. You think you'll pass away today, you're sure you will.

"Hah, simp." the familiar voice of your friend—whom also happened to be one of the staffs at this booth teases. 

"Shut up and let me have my moment rat."

[hiorisgf]

hii i luv ur writing <3 especially the bros down bad one ( ˘ ³˘) (´◡`) if u dont mind can i request something with the same concept of them having a major crush but with karasu <3 if not no worries

also have a good day and drink lots of water ^3^

##BRO HELP. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT'S INSANE

↪Ft. Karasu, Hiori

↪HI HI TYSM FOR THE PRAISE ANON UR SO SWEET//SOBS HSHSHSHHS 'nyways also added Hiori bc //flips hair bc I can. Wehe.

Karasu Tabito

Karasu is drop-dead in love with you. And it's to the point where people find it concerning. And maybe it is; maybe he's being pathetic; maybe he's acting too much like a dork around you that he's confident that if you search the word dork on Google and go to images, you'd find his face all over it. But he can't help it, not with the way you beckon him over with your smile and your soft, warm tone as you make small talk with him. He stutters, tripping over his words and getting tongue tied—and it's so uncharacteristic of him that it gets his friends blinking twice, thrice, to make sure they aren't hallucinating.

Karasu tries to swoon you, but every time he gets too close, he feels like melting into a puddle, and his mind becomes fogged at the thought of being next to you, and then he forgets all the lines he's thought up the night before. It's pathetic; he's so pathetic, but he doesn't mind being named pathetic by his teammates if it means hearing you laugh again.

He doesn't mind his epic fails in trying to flirt with you if it meant you grinning and giggling because of him; he doesn't mind tripping over his own shoes if it meant you gave him your attention for just a second more; he doesn't mind much that he cringes and feels the urge to vomit as he reads through the poems he's made for you during the times he's half awake if it meant seeing you look so happy and, dare he say, enamoured even if only for a split second.

Ah, this is pathetic, Karasu tells himself for the umpteenth time. It was way out of character for him to be like this—too lovesick for his own good—and it makes him act like the biggest dork there is. And Karasu doesn't mind, because it's you he acts like this with. Because it's you he's fallen too deeply in love with, to the point that if he tried to get back out, he'd only fail spectacularly. And it's fine, because it's you he thinks of every night. you, and only you.

Hiori Yo

Hiori would sometimes gaze at couples he'd find in the busy crowd, and he'd notice the way they grin—as if they were free of any burden and troubles; notice the way their eyes would crinkle with delight as they stared at their beloved, as though they've hung up the stars in the sky and dedicated a constellation to them. He'd notice the way they seemed content, as if they'd found their safe haven and the one with whom they'd spend time and fall in love for the rest of their lives.

And Hiori admits that sometimes he gets jealous whenever he finds couples like that. He envies the way they look so happy, like everything would be alright with their partner by their side. and Hiori would like to experience that too. to experience falling in love so deeply that he'd find his heart racing and thumping—liberated and safe as he linked his hands with someone, connected his lips with someone, and spent his time with someone. 

But Hiori didn't really believe it would happen. He was sure it wouldn't happen, and then came you. Like a storm, you abruptly came, cutting off all the strings that he's been trapped in all his life, snipping and snapping them away swiftly yet gently, as though careful to not hurt him. You'd press the switch he's sure he'd thrown away, and his heart takes its first beat in years, the twinkle that once dispersed over a dozen years ago resurfacing and overtaking him. 

It's overwhelming, the barrage of emotions he's feeling—the odd sensation that makes his lips tug upwards, the way he can't help but look for you in every space he's in, and the way his heart thumps when he catches you staring—too softly for his own safety. Hiori was never given the time to fester his emotions—happiness, greediness, love—Hiori was never given the chance to make his feelings bloom. But with you, it feels like time's stopped and he's given the opportunity to catch up. Hiori wishes you'd stay, because with you, he learns of love and a hundred other emotions; he learns of passion and determination. He's found a hundred things, and he'd learn a hundred more. And by then, he swears he would finally say, "Thank you, I love you."

[hiorisgf]

##OH EM GEE I'M INLOVE WITH A GOLD DIGGER!

↪In which, Chigiri confesses and now you're official.

You were broke.

The kind of broke where even if you turn your wallet upside down, not even a single cent would come out. So you cry and then realize you had a piggy bank, so you grow hopeful but that hope is quick to turn into despair because you realize your piggy bank is also empty save for the speck of dust that gathered inside. This was the kind of broke you were experiencing at the moment, and damn was it not fun.

"Oh my god, I'll be homeless!" 

You laid your head on the table, grumbling about how easily money left your grasps. You were sure you managed your money well this time—ignoring the small trinkets you bought because you thought they were cute and cheap. (they were, but you ended up buying one too many that it almost cost as much as one designer bag from a famous brand. Although you haven't realized it, not one bit.)

"Should I sell my kidney? It's not like I need two anyway. Or maybe I'll sell my appendix to some shady scientist that wants to conduct research on it" you sighed, pondering the many ways to earn quick money. "Or maybe I'll just sell foot pics and hope someone gets attracted by them"

"You sure have some outlandish ideas, is this what happens when you run out of money and are struggling to make ends meet?"

You flinch when you hear the (un)pleasant voice of a man that had become (very)rich so suddenly. "Oh goodness!" you gasped, "Chigiri—who said you could enter my apartment without permission!" 

Chigiri tilts his head in a sassy manner. "You were the one who gave me your spare keys dumbass, and I already knocked, ten times actually. But you never responded and just went on with your really loud grumbling so I entered.'' He sits down on the floor beside you, placing the plastic bag he brought on the table.

"Oh" 

Chigiri sighs at your lack of response. "Here, eat your ice cream you love so much and cheer up or whatever."

"Thank you!" you sobbed. "you're the best." 

You nibbled on the ice stick in silence. Whilst Chigiri takes your remote and turns on the tv to watch whatever he finds, was interesting enough. 

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be out practicing right now?" 

"Are you kicking me out?"

"No, just curious. Can't I?" 

He pauses the movie he had the audacity to watch on your tv. "I had a day off today, it's been a while since we last hung out together so I thought why not crash into your house."

"Oh." you stared at him in astonishment. "Damn, so you missed me?" you continued, a teasing lilt to your tone.

He pauses for a bit, and you relish in the five seconds you caught him off guard. "Yea, you got a problem with that?" 

You choke. The exaggerated kind of choke you'd see in movies. "What? Are you being slash serious (/srs) right now?"

"Don't talk like that, you sound punchable when you do" 

You place a hand on your chest, an expression mocking that of a hurt one appearing on your face "Now that's just rude and offensive!"

He rolls his eyes, but the small smile that plays on his lips tells you he's actually far from annoyed. 

In the midst of the light bickering you exchanged with Chigiri, a realization comes and hits you right in the middle.

Chigiri was rich, right? Right??

Suddenly, you shut your mouth. Now staring at him with a look similar to that of determination, and a shiver runs down Chigiri's spine. (in a bad way) what kind of idiocracy did you think of this time?

"Chigiri Hyoma." ah there it is. Chigiri thinks, he was familiar with the formula you used before asking for something ridiculous. "What?"

"Would you mayhaps be interested in taking me as your spouse (and then maybe pay my bills, joke, half joke hehe) and thus, get married?" you took ahold of his hand, staring at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

.

..

…

"Hah?!" 

His reaction was expected, honestly. But nevertheless, you persist. "Chigiri, please! You're my only hope!" 

"Rejected. What benefits can I even get if I marry you?" he asks with furrowed brows.

"My beauty. You get this beauty as your spouse, doesn't that sound great?" you quipped, and you honestly wonder where you got the audacity/confidence from.

"No thank you, I'm plenty beautiful enough alone. And you're way too inferior if you stood next to me, you'd look like a rotten apple. Wait no, you'd look more like a squashed pumpkin actually."

Damn. He didn't hesitate in squashing your self-esteem didn't he? What a great friend he is.(sarcastic) "god damn, why are you so rude to me? I'm your best friend, you know!" you whined, and all you  is a very sassy and entertained eye roll.

"In the first place, since when had you been so broke you'd resort to being the gold digger kind of archetype?" 

"Since last week. When I received my bills and found out I had barely enough money to get through the month."

"What did you even do to spend that much money?!"

"That!" you pointed at your collection of toys, which ranged from the doctor toy set, to the barbie doll you recently bought that had glowing wings. And then at the keychains and other trinkets you collected inside a drawer. 

The way you puff out your chest in pride gets him giving you a deadpan + a stink eye like no other. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't affected.

"No I don't and I won't! Don't insult me like that you pretty little prick!" taking a pillow from the sofa, you throw it at him in full force. 

"You're so gold digger material it's scary. I'd bet if given the chance to, you'd buy some crazy expensive neon green car nobody would appreciate in any angle. Wait, am I your first target then?" he said. And that one sentence triggered you oh so greatly if you had powers, you'd have brought towards him a tsunami.

"Ow!" he groans, and you smirk triumphantly. "Hah! Deserved. With this, justice is served!" 

"Why you!" he glares at you and he takes another pillow, propelling himself to hit you straight in the head with power as strong as a building falling over. You swiftly moved your arms to cover yourself, but even then, it still pushed you back to the edge of the couch you're leaning on. 

"Oh it is so on!" 

The next minutes were spent tossing and hitting each other with pillows. But overtime, the frown that once tainted your features turned into jolly smiles that contained unbridled joy, a rarity when you've reached adulthood. 

By the time you wave your (imaginary) flag in surrender, you're out of breath; and yet, still, the laughter continues to bubble out of your mouth and so does Chigiri's. The atmosphere is soft, and in this moment, it feels as though only the two of you exist in this world. 

You pant for air, hugging your pillow rather loosely—your hands were tired after gripping the pillows and using all your strength to throw it at one specific target all afternoon. When you've finally taken in the oxygen you needed, you let out another breathy laugh, one free of any troubles you might have had before. This hang out with him sure proved wonders in soothing your mind from your troubles.

Chigiri on the other hand, felt his breath hitch and his heart stop in motion—no, did it go faster? The heat rushes to his cheeks and he wonders if all of his blood rushed up to his face leaving the other parts dry. The lamp was certainly a paid actor with the way it shines upon you in just the right places to make you look ethereal. Well, as ethereal a person in their pajamas and a hair so messy a bird could mistake it as a nest could be.

His heart thumps, and without thinking much, "I like you," he confessed. His voice, barely above a whisper, but you heard him nonetheless.

Chigiri freezes, as do you, and it's rather comical from an outsider's point of view.

"Huh?"

Again, Chigiri flinches—how should he excuse this one? He wondered. But after a short while, he finally heaves out a sigh and decides to become a man and grow a pair. 

"I like you, romantically." he said, "And no I'm not lying. I'm telling you the truth." he continues, as if knowing what you'd say or react to already. 

During this time, Chigiri felt like burying himself six feet under and probably never come out unless it's to play soccer. This was embarrassing and too out of the blue, he worries if he ruined his five year friendship with you for good.

You're silent, mind busy absorbing the information you've just received right now. "Oh." 

You placed a hand to cover the lover half of your face. "Wow. That's a surprise. I happen to feel the same way" you awkwardly giggle, and a hopeful glint takes its way to Chigiri's eye.

"I.. I like you too" you stutter, and you think you'll actually explode with the emotions that soars and scatters up like the fireworks up in the sky.

Your stomach is twisting, and the butterflies aren't there. Instead, what happened was your organs became cotton candies and floated and you think it isn't long before you actually start flying as well and not just your insides.

"So, does that mean you accept my uh, deal from earlier?" 

"deal?" he tilts his head, confused. But when he takes a second to recall the previous events, he makes a sound of acknowledgement. "Oh, that one."

You nod and look at him expectantly, all the while, Chigiri hums, pretending to be in thought. "Alright, I accept your deal, dearest gold digger." he snickers, and you groan at the nickname.

"That's so unromantic! Do better, boo!" you trashed on his choice of pet name, and it prods a laugh out of him (it was hot. Not like you'd ever admit to that though.) "And besides, it's just this one time! And I'll pay you back when I receive my pay!"

"Sure sure." he nods his head unenthusiastically, as if unbelieving. "Just make sure you don't spend it on the dumb keychains and toys like this time. Goodness, buying a cooking set for kids? What are you, a child?" he teases.

You stomp on your feet and lightly smack his arm "Leave me be, those are fun okay? You should try them too sometime!" you groaned, "And yes yes, I promise you that alright. Now stop bothering me about it!" 

Chigiri chuckles one more time, and you stare (intensely), trying to capture the breathtaking sight that is Chigiri laughing without a care in the world. 

Pretty little bastard—how dare he capture your heart and make you down bad for him?

No headers bc i cant seem to do ribby the rabbit any justice. Also please don't ask me where I was going with this, I honestly don't know either.

[hiorisgf]

Hiii for the valentines event may i please request Shidou + marriage booth?

##WEDDING CRASHING MY CRUSH'S WEDDING!

↪ft. Shidou

↪In which, this menace dares disrupt the flow of a peaceful round of marriage booth

Event Navigation

Being stuck in a marriage booth isn't the worst thing to happen—really. It's actually pretty entertaining, especially if the one you're paired up with is your friend or some random stranger you don't know. Pretty scary, sure, but you were lucky to be paired up with a kind and funny guy. 

"Again, I'm so sorry my friends dragged you in this—really. I don't know why they thought it'd be funny to pair me with whoever"

You chuckle at the guy's continues spout of apologies, "My gosh, I told you already, it's fine. I don't really mind—although it is quite a bummer I couldn't buy cotton candy with my friends" 

"I'll buy you that! For free! I feel so bad you just had to be pulled in my friends' antics. Please let me make it up to you!" he clasps his hand together, practically begging you to let him buy you that one thing.

You try to resist and refuse, but he was too insistent you couldn't dare reject his offer any longer. So with a defeated sigh, you nodded. "Alright—err"

"Tanaka! And you?" Tanaka asks, and you answer his question with your own name and some silly side comment that you hoped entertained him.

See? Marriage booth is fun.

Well,, it's fun until Shidou comes and ruin it. 

"I object!"

The crowd audibly gasps, including you, as well as the priest. Then, they part like the red sea when the man pushes forward. Just then, you gasp once more—more horrified than before. Especially when you caught sight of his horrendous hair style and choice of hair dye. Oh my god.

"Shidou—!" 

"I reject this marriage!" he ignores you. Very much disrespectful—you dissed.

It takes atleast three times of the priest opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water to finally regain his composure. He coughs on his fist before looking directly at the tanned male, "And who might you be, young man?" he asked, trying to sound as unentertained as possible.

"I'am Shidou Ryusei of the football club. As well as," he pauses in his words, and you shake your head agressively—which only served to spur him on even more unfortunately. "[Name]'s long time lover!" 

Again, the crowd erupts into loud, entertained gasps. Some even starting to take videos of this evetnful (fake) wedding. Your friends on the other hand, are laughing their asses off whilst you're busy trying not to commit third degree murder right then and there.

"Do you accept this statement as the truth, Tanaka's spouse to be?!" 

You whip your head to look at the priest. "Absolutely not your honor! I have never met this man in my whole entire life!" you answered, glaring at the man who ruined what was supposed to be a peaceful round of marriage booth.

"Lies! If you don't know me then why did you call my name earlier?!" everyone nods, recalling the time you said his name in astonishment.

Shidou then stretched his arm froward, beckoning you to come and take his hand with a stupid grin you'd want to erase. "Come, take my hand and run away with me! Away from this creep that forced you to marry him!"

You heave out a (very) heavy sigh, "Sorry, Tanaka, Shidou can become a bit(a lot) of a menace sometimes(all the time)" 

Tanaka chuckles. "It's fine, actually. This is really interesting—like a scene from a movie, it's fun."

You almost tear up—his grin was way too bright and his soul was way too pure to look directly at. "Say, how about you take his hand and actually run way?"

"Absolutely not."

Tanaka sighs at your very immediate rejection. "Why not?"

"Why should I?"

"Well, I don't really think ignoring this guy wouldn't let us finish this sooner unless you accept his prposal and supposedly elope with him."

You wanted to refute, that you'd rather die by eating mold than elope with him but damn. he was right; knowing Shidou, he wouldn't let this farce end until he reached an ending he was satisfied with. So at the end, you ended up taking his hand, begrudgingly. ten times more begrudgingly than normal. 

"I'll kill you someday, I promise."

Shidou doesn't take your threat seriously, and even had the gosh darn nerve to laugh. Rude! "Oh? How romantic! I'd be more than happy to have you as the last person I'll see before I die and go to hell"

"Shut up, please go explode in a remote island or something"

"Running away and living in a remote island with you isn't a bad idea actually"

"I hope you'll waste your money on a vending machine that won't give you your drink. And just take me away already and leave me alone" you sighed, glaring at him the whole time.

"So eager, I knew you love me" he dreamily says, and the most he's received from you was a glare and a promise to send him to a coffin. Not like he was complaining although--Shidou lived for that hateful glare you'd give him every time.

"So mean--but I still love you all the same" Shidou grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder--similar to how one would carry a potato sack.  "Well, that's all from me. bye!" And then Shidou runs off, like a darned super motor leading that's bypassing speed limits leading to you screaming all the way.

"Wait! I still have to return the dress!" 

[hiorisgf]

##STRANGERS TO LOVERS? STRANGERS TO LOVERS. (Pt.2)

↪Ft. Noel Noa, Kurona Ranze

↪Request: Hi how are you ? I like your last writing on blue lock and I have a question, do you write for Noel Noa ? If yes, if it's not a problem, can you make the same thing with strangers to lovers but with him. If no, thanks for reading anyway. (Sorry for my language English is not my mother tongue)

↪What's on your mind?: My very first request!! Hope I did this one justice! Also, I'm fine, thank you for asking nonnie^^ I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes you may encounter along the way!

Noel Noa

An annoyance, that was his first impression of you. Which honestly isn't something to be proud of but in a way, it's also some kind of achievement? Anyway—The day you decided to take on the role of being the world's greatest striker's manger, was the same day you forcefully etched your way into his heart and stuck on it like gum to hair.

Noel doesn't mind being alone. He was alright with being considered odd by his teammates for his for his aloof personality. He didn't need someone like you to just whoop in his world with the 120 colors crayola set and color it in colors he couldn't see at first.

An example would be the color pink. He doesn't need to see the color pink that appears on his cheek as he watches you work, as you scrunch up your eyebrows and bite on the edge of the pen, thinking about how to schedule all the work he has piled up for the next week. He doesn't need to see the color gold that would coat your entirety and make it seem as though you were an angel on land. He doesn't need you and the color red that he wants to coat the both of you with, the color he wants to see you make from the colors you gave him yourself as a proof, that indeed you loved him. He doesn't need any of the colors you brought in his dark grey world. And most importantly, he didn't need you, at all. 

But in the end, as much as he tries to convince himself otherwise. He wants you to color his world more. Place decorations and fill his world with colors and flowers that would always follow you around wherever. He wants to see his world dyed by your colors. It can't be anyone else, you're the one he wants to dye his world with the colors you yourself made. He wants you to be the one who he'd dedicate his smile for, he wants to fall inlove with you and you only.

So please, he begs of you. Please be the one who'll give his monotonous life colours. Please be the one who'll stay and give him new emotions to fill. Please be the one who he'll dedicate the color red to.

Kurona Ranze

A barista who's done with life. A customer who never fails to appear at 7:30 a.m sharp and order the same thing everytime. Just two people who's fate intersected in this coffee shop alone. Your relationship with him was only that of a worker and its customer. Nothing more, nothing less.

A day. One day was all it took to break the strict customer and worker dynamic the two of you had. And a simple small talk kickstarted the prologue of the romance novel you and him were starring in.

The first chapter starts and you grow closer to Kurona by the day, you learn of his hobbies and habits. His likes and dislikes. His favorites and what-nots. And Kurona learns the same about you too. A coffee each day, and a smile from you to start off his morning. That was the new formula for him eversince then. Kurona doesn't lament the change in his routine. Rather, he enjoys and basks in it. He keeps your smile in his mind and repeats it over and over, slightly blushing as he remembers the way you smile at him so vividly. 

The evening, before he heads home, is the highlight of his day. It's when he gets to see you and talk to you outside of your shift. The moment he's done for the day, he meets up with you at the same coffee shop you work for. This time, not as a barista, but rather, a customer. There, in a table in the corner, the two of you would chat. And if either wasn't in the mood to, the two of you would just chill and relax in each other's presence. It was when he was with you Kurona felt in peace. In this table where the two of you were seated, he could fully relax and momentarily forget about all the problems that's been on his mind. Because you won't expect anything from him, only to spend this short time with you without any troubles.

And soon, before he's realised it. The story's reached its climax. A bouqet of flowers and a heart felt confession from him. His face is flushed red as he awaits your response. His heart is beating loudly and he feels sweat dripping down his back. He jolts his legs up and down, trying to act as calm as possible. What will you say? Will you say you love him? Or will his love end up unrequited. 

And while Kurona may respect whatever decision you'll make, he wishes your answer would be the former