#No Hinatas Were Harmed In The Making Of This Post
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And they were roommates…
☆ pairing: Mingi x (fem)reader
☆ genre: Friends to Lovers. Fluff. A sprinkle of angst. Slow burn? I guess…
☆ summary: KQ was holding the raffle of a lifetime - the opportunity to live with Ateez for an entire year. As someone who isn't particularly a K-pop fan, you were intrigued by the opportunity to travel with free housing. You didn’t think that you would actually end up winning… nor that you’d end up getting close to a certain member.
☆ warnings: toxic bf (not Mingi), some cursing, nsfw? suggestive material, mentions of cheating (again, not Mingi), some poorly written angst, there could be more but I don’t think so??
☆ word count: 14.5k (I went a bit insane for my first fic. I could probably cut it down, but I’m not gonna :P)
☆ authors note: This is heavily based on a scenario I had in my notes app for months. Mingi is my Ult! and I’m a hopeless romantic, which was a huge inspiration for this story. This work is fiction and purely self-indulgent (really as all fanfics should be), it doesn’t reflect any of the members personally. Also, I know that Mingi isn’t afraid of heights and actually enjoys rollercoasters, but for the sake of my 20th Century Girl reference… I had to make him the ultimate scaredy cat. Also, Yn is supposed to be the nickname version of Y/N… Enjoy!
Eight pairs of eyes are locked onto you as you awkwardly smiled back at them, waving ever so slightly. Eight of the most stunning men you’ve ever encountered stood before you, and one of them had particularly captivated your attention. His intense gaze, defined nose, and grown-out bleached hair pulled you in, igniting a spark of excitement within you. His stare burned into your very soul, making you break your gaze and scream internally, overwhelmed by self-consciousness, Jesus H. Christ… how did I end up here???
—Two Weeks Prior—
(translator mode on :3, Hinata is Japanese)
Hinata: -Yn, look at this-
You catch sight of the notification glowing on your phone, and curiously you click the link your friend sent you.
-Win a once-in-a-lifetime chance to live with ATEEZ for an ENTIRE YEAR!!! Simply sign up through email, and you could be our lucky winner! If you’re chosen, you’ll receive free housing, travel expenses covered, an incredible job working alongside ATEEZ, and the opportunity to become friends with the group!-
You scoff, wondering, What is this? It seems like a scam. Your phone pings once more, a new message from your friend lighting up the screen.
Hinata: -I thought it was fake at first, but look!!! The raffle is posted on the official Instagram!! *screenshotted post*-
You: -Hina…you are the K-pop fan, what are you telling me for?-
Hinata: -You have been nonstop talking about wanting to travel somewhere you have never been before. Why not take the chance? Just sign up for the raffle. What harm could it do?-
You: -I don’t know, but it’s not very likely I’ll win anyway.-
Hinata: -So? It’s not likely you’ll get struck by lightning either, but we both know that it is still possible. Just do it!-
You: -Fine. Though you have to promise me that you won’t be mad at me if I win. I know how much you love those guys.-
Hinata: -Trust me, I will not be mad. I applied and if I win I’m giving it to you. I love them, but I will not be able to function if I am around them. Ironically, my biggest fear is meeting Ateez lol :3-
-Plus, you know how to speak Korean pretty well because of school, whereas I can hardly speak the only language I do know…</3-
Smiling at your friend’s text, you opened up the website for the raffle on your phone and signed up, thinking with a hint of sarcasm, I’m probably more likely to get struck by lightning… may the odds forever be in my favor, right? Little did you know that just a week later, you’d receive an ear-piercing call from Hinata, her voice bursting with excitement as she screamed that you won the raffle.
The next week was a complete blur for you. Phone calls with KQ executives, packing bags, and getting on a plane bound for Seoul, South Korea. Your head felt so strange as if you were wearing a large fishbowl; everything you heard echoed, yet at the same time was also muffled. Your knuckles were nearly white from the grip you had on your carry-on’s handle. The rhythmic pounding in your chest was so fast you feared your heart might leap out, prompting you to sit down in your cozy window seat and take deep, calming breaths. You reminded yourself that change was a gift, and this was an opportunity of a lifetime. Hinata was beyond excited for you, so why shouldn’t you feel the same for yourself? Finally, a chance to embark on your long-held dream of traveling abroad, and luckily for you, you already had a very solid grasp on the language… it’s almost like it was fate. You shook your head, Fate? Please, since when do you believe in such silly things. You closed your eyes as the plane took off, willing yourself to sleep for the duration of the flight.
—Present Day/End of Spring—
The eight men in front of you began to speak, starting from left to right, introducing themselves one at a time. The eldest, had long, dark hair framing his face, a comforting smile, and eyes full of curiosity. His name, Park Seonghwa. The way he carried himself instilled an overwhelming sense of safety within you, and in that moment, you just knew you would get along well.
The next man in line was much shorter. Actually, out of all of them you noted, he was the shortest, only taller than you by an inch. His exterior had a look of calm composure, but you could sense chaos within when you made eye contact with him— Kim Hongjoong, he was the Captain of the ship. Despite the intense energy he gave off though, you didn’t find his chaotic nature intimidating. Instead, you could tell that you were both quite similar but weren’t sure whether or not that was a good thing.
Moving on to the man with fluffy brown hair that towered above the rest, his smile was radiant and slightly crooked, which you found very endearing. He waved his large hand at you as he said his name, Jeong Yunho. He had a familiar aura, like a home away from home, so you sensed you would be like family.
Shifting over to the shy man in line, who gave off the energy of a Doberman, but looked like a Maltese. He politely introduced himself— Kang Yeosang. His smile was so warm, it made all your anxieties melt away and suddenly you knew that this raffle was a good change for you. He looked over to the man standing next to him and your gaze followed to the sturdy mountain with dimples. His broad chest and confident posture made him seem scary, but as soon as he spoke his true nature was revealed as the very sweet, Choi San. His upbeat and comic personality had you feeling excited. With a newfound burst of enthusiasm, you looked over to the next man in line and felt your face flush a bit.
Song Mingi was his name. His face had such a look of careful observation, disguised as cold indifference. If you hadn’t known any better you would have felt hurt by the look on his face, but something pulled at your heart and you could just feel that he was the most goofy, caring, and kind soul you would ever meet. Fate? I don’t believe in such things… So you brushed off his current expression and begrudgingly moved on to the others in the line.
Next was Jung Wooyoung. He seemed like the polar opposite of Hongjoong, presenting a chaotic exterior while harboring a polite and calm soul that shone brightly through the cracks. You sensed he might be a bit of a handful and would take some adjusting to, but deep down, you could also feel that, once you got to know him, he would prove to be one of the most treasured friends to have by your side. You smiled warmly at him before shifting your gaze to the last, but certainly not the least, man in the group. The moment your eyes fell upon him, memories of the big teddy bear in your room back home flooded your mind. He possessed the most fascinating eyes, somehow managing to be both intensely intimidating and incredibly comforting all at once.
With the final introduction behind you, you realized it was now your turn to speak. You swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, striving to recall all the Korean language lessons you had diligently attended in college.
(translator mode on :3)
“Hello, I’m Y/N and I’m very excited and grateful for the opportunity to live here with you guys. It is so nice to meet you all and I can already feel like we will get along well. Thank you for welcoming me into your home, and I hope that this coming year will be one full of great memories!” You bowed your head quickly and straightened out with a nervous, but excited, smile. The group gazed at you with surprise painted on their faces, though Mingi couldn't help but let a sly smirk dance at the corner of his mouth, as his eyes sparkled with amusement. With all formal introductions fully out of the way, the remaining KQ staff slowly departed from the house, leaving just you and the boys in the living room; the atmosphere was thick with newcomer jitters.
“Aigo! Your Korean is quite good,” Hongjoong praised. He motioned toward the couch for you to sit while the other guys situated themselves in various sitting places around the room. You took note of where Mingi chose to sit, which was on the floor, next to your spot on the couch. Leaning back and propping himself up with his arms, he just focused on you. You shifted a bit in your spot and tried to pry your eyes away from him and onto Hongjoong.
Dismissively you waved your hands, “Ah, it’s not really. I only took a few years of classes during university, but I haven’t gotten to use it much since then, so I am a bit rusty.”
“Nonsense! We understood you perfectly,” Seonghwa smiled.
“Well, either way, I get to practice the language now and I’m very excited to see how much I improve over the next several months,” You buzzed.
“Just talk to Wooyoung, you’ll get plenty of practice in,” San chuckled, casting a playful glance at his best friend.
“Hardy har, I don’t talk that much,” Wooyoung responded, his eyes sending dull daggers toward San.
“Wellll… you kind of do. But we all still love you!” Yeosang chimed in.
“Speak for yourself, Yeo,” Jongho scoffed. Wooyoung lightly pushed the bear of a man, and Jongho pushed back a bit harder. Wooyoung wobbled on his chair trying not to fall over as he regained his balance. You giggled at the comfortable banter amongst the boys.
You looked over at Mingi to see his reaction, but you found that he had been looking at you the whole time. Your breath hitched in your throat as his eyes bore into you, and he opened his mouth to speak.
“So who’s your bias?” He questioned. The other men moved their attention from Wooyoung and Jongho, onto Mingi, and then to you.
“My what?” You asked, brows furrowed.
“Bias? You know, which one of us is your favorite?” He also furrowed his brows, wondering what was with the confusion.
“Who’s my favorite…?” You paused, absorbing the strange requested information from the tall man.
“Yeah… Typically Atiny’s have a favorite member,” he grinned at you, thinking that you were playing a game. Changing his sitting position he rubbed his nose and sniffed, moving to cross his arms smugly adding, “I’m kind of a crowd favorite.” His tongue poked at his cheek mischievously. The others just looked at him with blank stares and shook their heads slightly.
“Are you now?” You teased, looking him up and down. You didn’t doubt for a second that what he said was the truth, he was gorgeous and charismatic, but you and the other guys wouldn’t give him the satisfaction by agreeing with him.
“I’m sure I’ll be your favorite in no time,” He smirked at you and winked. You forced the blush creeping up on your face to go away.
“Well, I’m not really one to play favorites, Mingi,” you teased, feeling comfortable enough with him already to do so, “Plus I don’t know you guys at all, so even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to answer you right now,” you chortled, crossing your arms, shaking your head at the bleach blond man.
Your response had all eight of them looking at you strangely, and you wondered what you said that made them react that way. Yunho decided to speak for the group, “You don’t… know us?”
Oh… right, they were probably expecting a fan to live with them, you thought before answering, “Not really… I mean I know who you guys are. I don’t live under a rock, my best friend is a huge fan of ATEEZ. Personally, though, I don’t really listen to K-pop, so aside from what my friend tells me… I know almost nothing. I didn’t even know your names until you guys said them.”
They all raised their eyebrows as far as they could go, mouths nearly agape. It took a second for them to process what they just heard. Mingi however was just curiously eyeing you, a grin still plastered on his face, as he breathily laughed.
“How ironic that out of the hundreds of thousands of Atiny’s that entered the raffle, the person who won isn’t even a fan of ours,” Wooyoung chuckled, which created a chain reaction amongst the boys, who all started laughing.
Thankfully, they didn’t appear to be upset by your lack of fandom, and there was something about Mingi’s reaction that had you thinking he was actually a bit relieved. You couldn’t help but nervously laugh along with them for a moment, as the sheer absurdity of the whole situation finally hit you, “I guess it’s probably a bit disappointing that I don’t know you guys, huh?”
As the boys calmed down, Mingi took the opportunity to answer, “Disappointing? I wouldn’t say that at all. I don’t know about the other guys, but personally, I much prefer that it turned out like this.” He looked at you with wonder, making you feel like the only person in the room. His eyes are so pretty…you snapped out of it when Hongjoong spoke, “I’m curious though, if you aren’t a fan of us, then why did you apply to the raffle?”
“I wanted to travel to someplace new, and it seemed like a really interesting opportunity. A place to live and a job included? It’s not exactly something I would want to pass up. My friend knows me well I guess, which is why she encouraged me to apply,” You stated simply and the boys nodded in approval at your answer.
“That’s a good friend you have,” San approved.
“Yeah, Hinata, she’s great. Actually, she lives in Japan, so this is the closest I’ve ever been to her, which is kind of nice,” You smiled at the realization, “Maybe I’ll take the chance to visit her next year before I have to go.”
The eight men around you had only known you for a short amount of time, but the mention of you leaving them already had them feeling pangs of sadness in their chests. Mingi just looked at you with a straight face, but his eyes— oh his eyes… he’s like a puppy— tell you everything he was feeling.
“So you speak English, Korean, and Japanese… it’s almost like you’re an idol,” Hongjoong pointed out, trying to shift the mood of his group, laughing weakly at his own joke.
“Ha! I’d make a pretty shabby idol,” You chuckled, a shiver running down your spine at the idea of performing, “I don’t do well when it comes to stages or crowds. If only I didn’t have stage fright though because I do like singing and dancing, and I’m not too bad at rapping either…”
“Plus you’re gorgeous,” Wooyoung added, making you feel bashful.
“Looks like we’ve got an ace in the group,” Mingi smirked in the most sinful way as he continued to stare at you. God, those lips of his…
Hongjoong nearly shouted, preventing your mind from going somewhere it shouldn’t, “Oh! Before I forget, we should go over the rules that have been put in place for the coming year.” He got up and grabbed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter before returning to his spot on the couch.
“Rules? Don’t we have enough already because of Hwa?” Mingi sighed. Seonghwa gave him a poisonous side glare, which made Mingi airily laugh.
“There’s only a couple of them. The managers thought it would be a good idea to have them,” Hongjoong said to prevent any arguments.
“So what are they?” You asked, wondering what could be so important that rules had to be put in place.
Hongjoong cleared his throat before he read off the page, “First rule: no unapproved content of the group or Y/N, whether it be pictures or videos, can be posted online.”
“I don’t even use social media, so that’s the easiest rule I’ve ever had to follow,” You chirped.
“Not even TikTok?!” Wooyoung blurted, shocked at what you admitted.
“Especially not that one,” You shook your head, thinking about the days you wasted away on that app in the past. Sure, you had an Instagram account to keep up with Hinata and your friends from back home, but that was it. You never posted on there anyway.
“Glad I won’t have to worry about you then, Y/N. The rule applies to all of us though… so please-” Hongjoong paused to look sternly at San, Yeosang, and Wooyoung, “-just don’t post anything with her okay? There will be a group picture uploaded to ateez_official to show our winner and that’ll be it for now.”
The three boys just gave sheepish grins and looked at the ground. You giggled, loving more and more the dynamic they all had with each other.
“Okay, final rule, and the managers have it in bold so I assume it’s the most important,” Hongjoong read it inaudibly to himself first, eyes going wide, he coughed a bit before sharing it with the room, “uh- um… it just says You aren’t allowed to date her, so don’t even think about it…”
If you were drinking something you would’ve spit it out. You choked on nothing and started laughing, “Seems like another easy rule… as if that would happen.”
Each of the boys had different reactions though. Hongjoong and Seonghwa kept serious faces, thinking that your response was valid but they knew that the rule was actually very necessary. San, Wooyoung, and Yeosang giggled a bit at it and your subsequent reaction, but they too understood how essential the rule was. Yunho and Jongho just looked at Mingi because they already knew that rule would be needed. Mingi looked like a kicked puppy, and your reaction made him feel even worse.
“Ha yeah… easy rule,” Jongho doubted, feeling that having the rule in place might end up causing more trouble than not having it, “Y/N, you will be living with eight guys around the same age as you. It’s more likely than you think…”
You calm down from your laughter, realizing that you were the only one not taking it seriously, “Oh… um— it’s not that I think it’s unlikely. It’s just that it won’t be a problem. Trust me.”
“The managers didn’t seem to think so,” Seonghwa frowned, giving you a worried look.
“I don’t think you understand, Y/N. Since we will all be living together and spending lots of time around you, one of us may end up developing feelings for you,” Yunho clarified, already glaring at Mingi. You suddenly felt very hot in your seat as eight pairs of eyes stared at you once again.
“Oh…” You addressed calmly, “Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news to whoever that could be, but I’m already in a relationship. So when I said to trust me, that it wouldn’t be a problem, I meant it.”
That’s right, you already have a boyfriend, Yn!! Sure… we’ve technically only been dating for a month and it’s not like we love each other. I was going to end things with him before leaving… I mean for crying out loud your love language is quality time! But I do like him though…and he wanted to try long-distance, sooo why not give it a chance. Right???, You internally screamed, kicking yourself ever since you arrived. You were a loyal person above all else and cheating was something you would never ever do. So they really did have nothing to worry about.
The group of boys had a look of relief on their faces, especially Hongjoong, who was glad that there was a solid reason for the rule to be followed. Mingi, however, had a blank expression on his face, trying his best to hide that he felt like he’d been shot by your words.
“Fantastic…” Hongjoong started, “… well then… shall we show you to your room?”
—Beginning of Summer—
The first month of living with them was truly an experience. Hongjoong and San had the best English, so you turned to them whenever the language felt overwhelming, though before you knew it, you were chatting comfortably with each of them. It felt wonderful to form such genuine friendships with them all. Hongjoong loved to share clothes and always showered you with compliments about your unique style. Ever since he discovered your birthday was the day before his, he affectionately started calling you “twin.” When Seonghwa caught you playing Animal Crossing on your Switch, he insisted you add him as a friend, and now you both eagerly trade items and play events together.
Typically, when you hung out with San and Wooyoung, you found yourself either acting as a moderator or third wheel, but you didn’t mind one bit because they were always so sweet and made you laugh wholeheartedly; And whenever you craved some peace, you’d seek out Yeosang. His calm demeanor always put you at ease, and when he finally opened up, you discovered his hidden sense of humor, leading to a treasure trove of inside jokes between the two of you about the others.
On the days when you deeply missed your family, spending time with Yunho was a comforting relief. He reminded you so much of your brother and always welcomed you to join him in video games, making everything feel just a little bit more like home. Jongho was happy to have you around since you were the youngest person in the house; only by a year, but to him it meant he could say, “I’m not the maknae, Yn is.”
You once thought that living with a bunch of boys would be a challenge, and while there were moments that tested your patience, they became the most incredible roommates you could have ever hoped for. Thanks to Seonghwa, the house always sparkled with cleanliness, and you never found yourself confronted by those gross odors typical of boys back in the States. To your relief, they weren’t overly rowdy either, which was essential since you cherished the peace and quiet. They would only unleash their loudness on game nights, revealing their fiercely competitive spirits.
Playing games with them was a unique experience; there were times when you knew winning was a distant dream, and others when you felt a glimmer of hope. As you got to understand each of them better, devising strategies became second nature, leading you to well-earned victories. Jongho shared that same competitive fire, and when the two of you teamed up, you were a force to be reckoned with. However, it wasn’t long before the others grew a bit weary of your winning streak, and soon enough, everyone was reassigned to new game night partners. You pulled his name out of the bowl, which is how you ended up with Mingi. When the boys found out that your MBTI was INTP they called you and him the “two Ts in a pod”, thankfully though it didn’t catch on.
After the first week, your initial infatuation with Mingi wore off. So now you were able to enjoy having him as a friend. He was always around you when he could be. Watching movies with you in the living room, helping out in the kitchen as you made food, sitting on your bed when you folded your laundry, playing video games with you and Yunho, teaching you choreography at the studio, walking around with you whenever you decided to get some fresh air, doing his lives with you in the room— behind the screen though, as to not break the first rule, whatever you were doing he was there with you. You liked having him around; and now that it’d been a month of living with him, you considered him to be your best friend, and you were his— well… except when Yunho was around. He would get pouty and Mingi would have to reassure him, “She’s my best girl friend, Yun. You are my soulmate.”
“You mean it?” Yunho would sulk until Mingi would hug him.
“Soulmates since 9th grade,” Mingi reassured him, putting their foreheads together to do their little spin, giving you a wink as he faced you.
Your relationship with your boyfriend had been doing pretty well too. He was putting in a lot of effort to keep in touch with you, which was not something you were expecting but still appreciated. He would call you several times a week when the time difference allowed for it. You noticed every time you picked up his call Mingi would give you a look before he left the room. It was always the same look, and you could never tell what it meant because he somehow looked sad, annoyed, and unbothered all at the same time. Those brown puppy eyes of his made you feel uneasy as he closed the door behind him. It feels like guilt…why? Your calls with him were usually short, and afterward, you would go find Mingi and sit in a comfortable silence until one of you spoke. It was a strange routine you had and you still hadn’t quite figured out why you two had it in the first place.
“How’s the boyfriend?” Mingi asked, breaking you out of your head before you could go down a thought spiral. He’d never asked this question before.
“He’s good, about to go to sleep…” You looked into his eyes searching for any clues to fulfill your curiosity. You kept eye contact for a few seconds, though it felt like an eternity. His boba eyes searched yours, secretly hoping you could hear his internal struggle; wanting you to understand how he felt while also hoping you’d never find out. He looked away and put on a sly smile.
“Good, I get you to myself then,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes, glad to have your familiar banter back.
“You’ve always got me to yourself,” You shook your head, “I hardly get any time with him so it’s nice to have the phone calls.”
He just nodded and snarkily protested, “Yeah but you love me, not him.”
“I…” unsure of how to react to that you looked at the floor and thought, I should be offended that he said that, but I’m not. Your face actually felt kind of hot because of his words and you took a second to brush the feeling off before responding, “Of course I love you, Min. It’s different with him though. I may not be in love with him, but I really do care for him.”
He turned and smiled at you, reaching out to ruffle your hair up. You playfully swatted his arm away and smoothed your hair back down. He just sighed, “He better know how lucky he is to have you then.”
Yawning, he stretched and rested his hands atop his head, which lifted his shirt up a bit exposing a small area of his naval. It caught your eye and you found yourself staring, your face felt hot again. He looked over at you and smirked, “You hungry?”
“Wha—h-huh?” You looked away quickly, meeting his gaze as he lowered his hands back down, a small tint of blush was visible on your face.
“I’m hungry. Do you want to come eat with me?” He rephrased, giving you a knowing look.
“Sure,” you smiled sheepishly, trying to will away the butterflies you were feeling.
—Middle of Summer—
Your job certainly kept you busy, and you were feeling the rush of it all. It had been a few weeks since you started; KQ had graciously allowed you to settle into the house before handing it over to you.
“What’s your dream job?” Hongjoong queried. You thought about it for a moment. Having a job was never something you dreamed of, but you liked having something to keep you occupied, and of course, having money was always nice. Going to college meant you got to be independent for a while, so you did it for the sake of the experience. You majored in art and design since it had always been a passion of yours, but after graduating you weren’t too sure that you wanted to make it a career. It was always more of a hobby anyway.
“Hmmm, I guess I don’t have one,” Your face looked contemplative, but not sad. You were okay with this aspect of yourself, “My dream has always been to travel, so maybe if my job lets me do that then I’d be happy.”
Hongjoong nodded, thinking over your response and then smiled, “Lucky for you then that your job with us will have plenty of that.”
You perked up, “My job?” That’s right, that was part of the raffle. I almost forgot… wait, “What will I be doing?”
After weeks of traveling to multiple places alongside them on tour, you were finally back home, even if just for a little while. That’s how you found yourself sitting on the floor in the middle of the empty studio late at night, staring at your reflection in the large mirror. Ateez’s newest assistant manager… has a nice ring to it I guess. You’re basically a glorified nanny— picking up food for the boys while they were practicing, running errands, and ensuring they didn’t overwork themselves. But, honestly, you didn’t mind at all; you had already been doing these things for them before anyway. It just meant you got to spend all day with them and get paid for it, which made you happy. The work wasn’t hard, and the salary was generous— far more than you ever earned at any of your jobs in the US. As you laid down on the floor and gazed up at the ceiling, you reflected on the long day you had. Watching the boys pour their hearts into perfecting their art deepened your admiration for them tenfold. You stretched out on the floor and yawned. I probably should head back to the house, I’m sure they’re all wondering where I’ve been. As you sat back up you heard a light knock at the open door. Mingi walked in and sat next to you, nudging your shoulder with his.
“You good?” He smiled warmly, giving you a much-needed energy boost. You smiled back at him and nodded, looking at his eyes— those eyes, gosh I never get tired of looking at them, full of so much emotion. He always looked at you with such care and it made your stomach flutter.
“Aigo, what time is it?” You opened your phone to check and noticed a missed call from your boyfriend, “Shit…”
Mingi’s eyebrows raised, “Where’d you learn to talk like—” He stopped as he saw the notification, taking a sharp inhale, and furrowing his eyebrows. You tried calling him back but it just went to voicemail.
“Shit. He’s probably upset that I didn’t pick up,” You put your phone down and flopped back onto the floor, looking at the ceiling once again.
Mingi had never seen you upset like this before and he hated it. Hated that he was the cause of it. He laid down next to you, your arms brushed up against each other, and he looked over at you, “Maybe he’s just asleep… I’m sure he’s not mad about one missed phone call.”
You could feel your eyes getting misty and you tried to blink away tears before they could form, “It’s not just one missed phone call. He’s been a lot busier lately and with my new job, our schedules just don’t line up anymore… I— I haven’t talked to him in a few weeks. I just don’t know what I’m doing with him anymore, Min. I’ve been with him for over three months… I thought by now that my feelings for him would have grown stronger, but they haven’t. Maybe I should’ve ended things with him like I had planned before coming here…”
Mingi thought hearing you say something like that would’ve made him feel ecstatic but it didn’t. He looked over at you and saw a single tear break free, rolling down your cheek. He thumbed it away and grabbed your hand, rubbing soothing circles on it. You covered your eyes with your other arm trying to hide as you started to softly cry. Mingi could feel tears threatening to bubble up to his eyes, but he forced them away trying to focus on consoling you. He continued to rub circles on your hand, slowly as you calmed down until the tears stopped. Your face felt hot and your eyes puffy. Using his free hand, Mingi slowly caressed the tear stains on your face. It made you understand just how much he cared for you, whether it be as a friend or as more, you didn’t care. What you truly cared about was the realization that you had devoted more time and affection to him, your best friend, than to your own boyfriend— you felt immensely guilty like you had been emotionally cheating. You know what you have to do, Yn. You turned to look at Mingi, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his gaze offering you comfort.
“Thank you,” You whispered to him.
“For what?” He whispered back.
“For always making me feel better, for always being here,” You comfortably sighed.
“I’ll always be there for you, Yn. Always,” A stray tear started to roll down his cheek and you wiped it away, carefully caressing his face with your thumb. He closed his eyes and melted into your touch. You waited a bit to enjoy the moment before you spoke.
“I have to break up with him… don’t I?” You whispered so quietly that he almost didn’t hear you. His eyes opened when your words registered with him, making his heart beat faster.
He cleared his throat before answering, “Is that what your heart is telling you?”
You thought about it and nodded slowly. Your heart wasn’t telling you he was the one, and maybe you always knew it would end up this way. You knew with full certainty though that you’d be fine, as long as you had Mingi by your side.
It took a few days, but you were finally able to call him. You expected that he wouldn’t take the news well, but what you didn’t expect was him yelling that you didn’t even try, nor did you ever care for him. The phone call ended with your face once again tear-stained, shocked at his reaction, left wondering if you really knew who he was in the first place.
As you opened the door to your room, Mingi was waiting, leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed and his face looked angry, you assumed that he could hear your boyfriend— no, ex-boyfriend— yelling at you. You were tired and didn’t want to deal with trying to talk him down, but as soon as he saw your face, his angry expression dropped, and he pulled you into a deep hug. His chin rested on your head, hot tears finding their way to the corners of his eyes. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, his warm embrace being everything you needed in that moment. The other boys had heard the yelling too and were huddled at the end of the hall, feeling a range of emotions, but most of all aching that they couldn’t do anything to help you right now. They each went back to their rooms, letting Mingi do what he did best. Love.
After what seemed like hours, he graciously guided you to your room, helped you prepare for bed, and laid down beside you. That night, you found solace in his embrace, holding onto him tightly as tears streamed down your cheeks until you finally drifted off to sleep, comforted by his tender strokes through your hair.
—Last Day of Summer—
It’d been four months since you moved in and three short weeks since the breakup. The morning after, you had woken up to find yourself in bed alone, assuming that Mingi must have gone to his room quietly after you had drifted off to sleep. The events of the night before had been intense, you couldn't shake the memory of how furious he was. Though, strangely enough, you didn’t feel guilty like you'd expected. Instead, an overwhelming wave of relief washed over you. You hadn’t fully grasped the mental toll that relationship was taking on you, and now that you were free from him, you could finally see just how toxic he truly was. You felt silly for not seeing it before.
So now that it’d been a few weeks, you were getting ready for work and found yourself feeling the happiest you’d ever been—enjoying single life and the moments spent with your eight amazing roommates. Feeling especially grateful for your best friend and the depth of his care for you. You thought back to when he helped you get ready for bed, even when all you wanted was to curl into a ball and sob until you lost consciousness. He chose your favorite pajamas, turned away while you changed, and gently helped you through your skincare routine. He even grabbed his toothbrush from his bathroom so you could brush your teeth together. Then, when it was time to sleep, he laid down beside you, ensuring you fell asleep with a sense of peace.
Mingi was truly a blessing in your life, and your love for him ran deep. You couldn't help but smile, thinking about how his personality did a one-eighty from when you first met him to now; you laughed as you remembered the little crush you used to have on him. Used to? You stopped laughing, eyes shooting wide at your intrusive thought. You shook your head trying to clear it away like you were an etch-a-sketch, Yes… used to. I don’t anymore. I love him, but I’m not in love with him. Deciding to move past it, you finished getting ready and headed to work with the guys.
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Today was a rare day, everyone had a free afternoon in their schedules and the boys had decided it would be fun to do something together.
“How about karaoke?” San suggested. Everyone looked at him with blank expressions and side eyes, deflating him a bit.
“Really? We just got back from the studio, no more singing today,” Yunho groaned, “How about an amusement park?”
Yunho’s suggestion made San perk back up, liking that idea much more than his own. The other guys and you agreed too, and you felt a rush of anticipation—an amusement park sounded like a blast, and luckily there was one not too far away. Memories flooded back; could it really have been so long since your last visit to a theme park? Maybe Disney World when I was ten? The thought sent a thrill through you, especially at the idea of the roller coasters, knowing how much joy they had brought you back then. A harsh reminder brought you down from your excitement though; a famous boy group in a crowded park? Not a good idea. You sulked, which grabbed the attention of Mingi.
“What’s got you down? You seemed so excited just a second ago,” he prodded.
“Did you guys forget who you are for a second? We couldn’t possibly go to such a popular place so close to a comeback, you’d be swarmed,” You looked at each of the boys, some of them already sporting a new haircut or color. Mingi’s grown-out bleach job was replaced with brown dye and blonde streaks. It made him look a bit like a calico cat actually, which you thought was really cute. Yeosang had neon green hair peppered with black stripes, Yunho’s hair was silver, and San’s flaming red hair practically begged for the attention of everyone within a kilometer radius. A few of them furrowed their brows, a flicker of understanding passing over their faces as they realized you were right. They slumped a little, the weight of disappointment settling in as they felt their fun afternoon slipping away. Hongjoong, however, pulled out his phone and smirked.
“Give me a second,” he says, dialing a number.
A couple of phone calls later, you found yourself in an empty, Lotte World, a surreal playground all to yourselves. The entire park had been closed for the rest of the day just for the eight boys standing beside you. Sometimes, you forgot about the immense power they possessed, and you found it extremely intimidating. The only other people around were you and the few park staff members left to keep the rides running. Oh— and a crew of cameras—Hongjoong only managed to convince them to go along with the idea by agreeing to have content filmed. So, while you were technically working, your only real task was to have fun.
This was the very first time you’d be on camera with them since the group picture that was taken when you first met. It sent a wave of unease through you as if a million prying eyes would be scrutinizing your every move. Mingi noticed the change in your demeanor as the cameras were being set up and turned on.
Instinctively, he draped his arm over your shoulders, his hand offering a gentle, reassuring comfort as he slowly rubbed up and down your right shoulder. You eased into his touch and felt your anxiety levels decrease as you searched for his familiar cologne to envelope your senses; he always smelled of wood, citrus, and mint, a combination you’d grown to love. Today though, his cologne smelled a bit more musky, like warm sage and sea salt. To your surprise it made your mouth water a bit; breathing in deeply, you asked him, “New cologne?”
He looked at you with a smirk, hoping you’d notice. He gave a quiet mhmm in response, as he moved you in front of him and started massaging between your neck and shoulders. The varied pressure made you close your eyes and quietly sigh, melting beneath his ministrations. Pulling you a bit closer to him, he leaned down next to your ear, and just slightly above a whisper asked, “Alrighty then, where should we go first?”
It made you jump a bit and squirm out of his hold on you, your ears felt hot. What the hell is in the air here? Mingi looked more attractive to you than ever and you swallowed a thick lump in your throat you didn’t realize was there. You coughed a bit to clear it, and the feeling, away before you spoke. Thinking about what you wanted to do most here, your eyes gleamed with excitement, “How about we go on a rollercoaster?”
As if it was now his turn to have his demeanor change, Mingi’s aura shifted. He no longer had that flirty air about him, instead, he froze. He tried hiding it, but his face went pale and eyes wide. The calm breathing he had before was replaced with shallow breaths as his heart rate picked up. He really was a big scaredy cat. You didn’t seem to notice though as you grabbed his hand and dragged him along with you to find the nearest rollercoaster, yelling out to the others, “Who wants to come with us?”
Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Yunho eagerly joined in, and San, wanting to stick close to you all, tagged along as well. However, when you reached the coaster, he suddenly hesitated, backing out and opting to wait at the entrance. “Are you sure?” you asked, disliking the thought of him waiting alone. He nodded quietly, but before you could offer to stay with him, Mingi interjected, “I’ll wait with him, it’s okay.”
Mentally, he let out a sigh of relief, grateful for this easy escape from having to ride what he considered to be a death trap. You watched as they walked away from the empty line, heading towards the outside of the ride. Turning your attention back to the exciting rollercoaster in front of you, you felt a rush of anticipation as the employee prepared everything. You shared a glance with Yunho, both of you silently agreeing to sit together. Outside, San stood captivated by the sprawling metal structure of the coaster, while Mingi's gaze was fixated on the entrance.
Once the initial sense of relief passed over him, a different feeling began to settle in—regret. Now that he was away from your side, he couldn’t shake the longing feeling that he wished to have stayed and pushed through his fears. It wasn’t until he was out of breath, one hand resting on Yunho’s shoulder, that he realized he had sprinted back. You were already situated in your seat on the coaster, and Mingi had just reached Yunho in time before he boarded. Yunho, recognizing the urgency in Mingi’s eyes, nodded with understanding, aware of his friend's silent plea, and quickly left to accompany San. You looked over with confusion in your eyes, but a smile on your face when you saw him sitting down in the seat next to yours, pulling the bar above over his shoulders to secure himself in. There was no going back now, but he didn’t care, as long as it meant he got to be beside you.
Despite how he felt on the inside though, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to his fear. As the ride slowly started to go up the incline towards the first drop his eyes screwed shut and his breath began to match his erratic heartbeat. You heard the labored breathing next to you and saw that Mingi was absolutely terrified, worried for him you asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I…” He struggled to speak, hyperventilating by this point, “I’m scared of heights…”
“What!” Your eyes blew wide, full of concern, “Then… why did you get on?”
He grabbed your hand, and squeezed it tightly, hoping that your touch would help ground him, “I… I wanted to be with you.”
The coaster was now only a mere meter away from the drop, but all you could do was look at him. His desire to be with me outweighed his fear… Your eyes remained locked on him, brimming with a mix of love and concern. You gently intertwined your fingers, and he finally opened his eyes to meet yours. In those familiar brown depths, you could read his every emotion. His gaze had always been a window to his soul, revealing his true feelings. While on the surface he looked mortified, his eyes whispered a different truth—that he had never felt more at ease and secure in his life. As the coaster finally dropped he exclaimed, “Y/N-ah!— I love you!”
The exhilarating rush of adrenaline from the coaster intertwined with his confession left you feeling truly electric. You raised your hands high, savoring every second of the ride, and slowly, he lifted his hands too, a radiant smile blossoming on his face. Seeing his huge smile as his fears melted away tugged at your heartstrings so deeply that whatever had been holding you back from embracing your feelings for him shattered completely. You found yourself swept up on a rollercoaster of emotions, realizing with extreme clarity that you were truly in love with Song Mingi, finally allowing yourself to believe in the magic of fate. Just loud enough for him to hear you gushed, “I love you too, Mingi-ah!”
You couldn’t see his face very clearly, but you could feel his warmth as he shifted your conjoined hands to press a heartfelt kiss against the back of your hand, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter uncontrollably. As the coaster finally came to a stop, your hand still remained tightly interlaced with Mingi’s, it just felt so natural; but when an employee approached to assist you both out of your seats and a camera crew waited for you to get off, ready to capture the moment, you found yourself reluctantly having to let go. Holding hands was a sweet, innocent gesture between friends, yet the presence of the camera made you hesitate, it felt too intimate in front of the lens. It took a bit of time to finally pry yourselves away from them, but once you did, you were hit by a sudden desire to get a bag of theme park popcorn.
Making your way back by yourself from a concession stand, you stumbled upon voices speaking in stern, hushed tones. You hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but when you heard your name being mentioned, it froze you in your tracks. Discerning the voices from each other you realized that, Wooyoung, San, Yeosang, and Yunho were talking to Mingi.
“I’m not stupid Mingi, and neither are they, we can clearly see that something is going on between you and Yn,” Wooyoung exasperated.
“Woah, woah, I never said you were stupid,” Mingi rebutted, feeling a little hurt, “Do you really think I would call you that and actually mean it?”
“Woo—” San warned, trying to bring his friend down to a level-headed place, “careful…”
Wooyoung glanced over at San, then to Mingi, and back to San again, taking a deep breath to calm himself because he wished to avoid making things worse, “Right sorry… what I mean is; We heard you on the ride, loudly confessing to her, and then you’re expecting us to pretend like we didn’t?”
Mingi looked at the ground and shuffled his feet, unsure of what to say. You listened intently once he found the words, “I’m not going to ask you to pretend. Feel free to shout it out like I did, but before you do, think about how it affects her. Not me. She’s the one that would face the consequences of my actions. If anyone is stupid here, it’s me. I was selfish instead of being smart. I don’t want to have to regret saying it to her, so please… not for me but for her, could it stay between us?”
There was a silence as Wooyoung thought over the proposition he was given, and Yunho was the one that commented next, “I can’t say I’m surprised. I figured it was only a matter of time before you told her how you felt.”
“It’s just a shame you can’t do anything about it,” Yeosang added, always being one wanting to see love win.
“Well… not exactly,” San grinned, “We can pretend to not know anything. It’s just a matter of making sure that Joong, Hwa, and the managers don’t find out.”
“And Jongho,” Wooyoung added, finally breaking his silence, finding it hard to stay upset when Mingi’s puppy eyes were present.
“Jongho already knows about Mingi’s feelings, and he would figure it out pretty quickly if we acted like nothing was going on. Getting him in on it is better than keeping him out of it, he’s less trouble that way,” Yunho disagreed, earning concurring nods from the other three.
“Are you guys going to let me in on it too, or am I to be kept in the dark as well?” You chimed in giggling, deciding it was probably a good moment for you to join the conversation.
“How long have you been there?” Mingi asked, his face feeling hot.
“Long enough…” You smirk, giving him a knowing look.
“None of that…” Wooyoung butts in, “It looks hella obvious when you look at each other like that.”
“Like what?” You inquired, tongue in cheek, playing dumb. You felt frustrated by the assumptions being made, especially since you and Mingi hadn't yet had the opportunity to discuss it together.
Wooyoung sighed heavily, and once again Yunho spoke in place of him, “Look… we’ve all been away for a while, and people are going to start noticing. For now, let’s just head back and enjoy the park while we can, we can figure this out later. I’m sure we’re all hungry; where should we eat after?”
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You once thought the world to be anti-romantic, but that wasn't always your belief. You grew up filled with hope, longing for the kind of love that danced through the pages of books and lit up the screens of movies, and you were certain that such love would one day find its way to you. It was, without a doubt, your heart's deepest desire. So when you got your first boyfriend, you believed that this was it, your dream was finally going to come true. Except it didn’t— you were only in middle school and two days later he dumped you for the girl you sat next to in class. It was okay though. You were a resilient kid, determined to not let a fleeting moment with a silly boy dim your spirit, so handling it with grace you moved forward. Throughout high school, you experienced crushes that flickered like candle flames, but nothing ever truly ignited, and slowly your hope began to dim. Your standards had become impossibly high molded by the enchanting stories of fictional romance that no ordinary teenage boy could ever hope to match. It wasn’t until college that you entered your first real relationship, the taste of first love felt exhilarating. It lasted for a couple precious years, but it all came crashing down when you discovered your only love had been cheating on you. You were heartbroken, utterly shattered, and this time, your hope didn’t have the strength to bounce back. You couldn’t help but wonder why you even bothered getting into that relationship with your most recent ex-boyfriend, especially when you hadn’t any hope it would work left within you. That is until you met him— the man sitting in front of you who you hadn’t realized took your shattered hope and pieced it back together with his gentle love. So now, as you watched him set a piece of food on your plate, you could say with full certainty that you no longer believed the world to be anti-romantic, and that true love does exist, it just takes its time to find you once you’re ready for it.
You paused in eating, eager to capture Mingi’s attention. He was always so completely immersed in his food when he truly enjoyed it, and you couldn’t help but find that trait of his really adorable. When he finally looked up and caught your gaze, a wide smile appeared across his face, making your heart swell. Looking down at your shared table, you made sure that no one was looking before you turned back to him and mouthed, I love you.
You didn’t know it was even possible for him to smile bigger, yet somehow he did. A soft giggle slipped from your lips when you noticed the tips of his ears turning a cute shade of pink, and with an adorably flustered expression, he cupped his face in his hands, trying to hide as the color deepened to a vibrant red. Your heart raced at his reaction, and you could feel a warm blush creeping onto your cheeks. Wooyoung, sitting beside you, caught onto what was going on and lightly nudged your shoulder and Mingi’s foot from beneath the table, delivering a silent reminder that you both needed to tone down the obviousness. Eventually, he uncovered his face, scratching at the back of his head as he struggled to redirect his focus back to his plate. Just when you thought the tension might linger, Hongjoong came through with a perfect distraction— a drinking game. He set down on the table a lottery spinner, and the balls inside held rousing questions just waiting to be unleashed. Rules of play were simple; a spun fork chooses who gets to go, when you get a ball from the cage you have to answer its question, and if you don’t, take a shot.
Hongjoong started off the game with the first spin. You watched the fork tantalizingly go round and round before it stopped on… you. A nervous grin was plastered on your face as the spinner was passed down to you; you gave its handle a couple of turns before a ball popped out. Opening up the small plastic container, you pulled out a folded piece of paper, and smoothed it out before reading aloud, “What physical feature do you find the most attractive?”
A small wave of ‘ooo’s and looks of curiosity passed throughout the group. You weren’t expecting the questions to be risqué, yet here you were, staring down at one that made your stomach do a flip. Your throat felt suddenly dry, and everyone staring at you in anticipation made your seat feel hot. Out of all the people there, Mingi was the last person you expected to say, “Oh, this’ll be good…”
He had his arms propped up on the table, his chin resting on his hands, and a sinful grin playing at the corner of his lips. To you and the guys who knew, it was painfully clear what he was up to, but to those who didn’t, he appeared to be nothing more than a playful, teasing friend. You gave him a warning glare, to which he responded by mischievously poking his tongue slightly between his teeth and scrunching up his nose. He’s cute… so I’ll let it slide.
“Welll? What’s the answer!” Wooyoung poked, wiggling his eyebrows, earning an amused chortle from you. Figuring there’d been enough suspense for the night, you cleared your throat and then quickly answered, “Lips.”
“Any size?” San inquired, joining in on the apparent group taunt fest.
Face getting red, you answered, “No… I like big lips the most,” Looking down you quietly added, “ I-I mean…I really like kissing and it makes it more enjoyable. At least it is for me anyways, I don’t speak for anyone else.”
Not realizing the effects your words had on him, Mingi’s leg was nervously bouncing, and his cheeks had a slight dusting of blush on them. Ending your turn, you spun the fork and silently prayed that it wouldn’t land on you again for the rest of the night. Round and round it went, coming to a stop on… Mingi. He opened the ball that the spinner spit out for him and read it aloud, “Who was your last spicy dream about?”
His head whipped up in shock, his eyes wide with mortification reaching for his glass to take a shot, receiving a few disappointed groans from his curious friends. After downing his drink, he locked eyes with you, giving you a silent answer that secretly you had desired to know. Smirking you decided to take the opportunity to mess with him like he did with you.
“Come on man, not even going to humor us?” You teased. Wooyoung had stifled a cackle at the look on Mingi’s face— a nervous side eye as he shook his head, spinning the fork to end his turn. You just snickered, feeling content with his reaction.
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Nighttime had fully settled in by the time everyone left the restaurant and the hot humidity of the day had dissipated from the air. It was a warm, refreshing walk back to the house, and with the bittersweet knowledge that it was the last day of summer, you felt a deep yearning to do one last thing before it slipped away, “I want to get some ice cream, any of you guys want to join?”
The guys paused for a moment, weighing their options, but after a long and exhausting day, they ultimately decided to head home for some much-needed rest. As expected, Mingi chose to stay behind, lingering in the promise of alone time with you. Once the guys had walked out of view, you felt slightly awkward, uncertain about how to move forward now that things had shifted between you. Almost immediately, though, Mingi reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers in a gentle embrace that brought a sense of comfort through his familiar presence. He always had a remarkable ability to put you at ease in those moments of tension, making your world feel just a little bit lighter. As you started your journey towards the nearest convenience store, he cleared his throat, “So… big lips huh?”
You playfully punched his arm with your free hand and then covered your face, embarrassed you admitted to that truth earlier. He moved your hand away gently so that he could look at you. One of the first things you noticed about him was his lips, and every time you looked at them it stirred something within you. Deep down you’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss him, how his plush lips would feel on yours. Would they be firm? Soft? Slow or hungry? You couldn’t help but stare at them now. He smirked as he realized where your gaze was directed and he licked his lips, “What kind of ice cream do you want?”
You looked away to find that you were already in front of a freezer stocked with the sweet treat. When did we get here? He pulled out a banana flavor for himself and waited patiently, thinking quickly you answered, “Uhhhh… strawberry.”
He picked one out just for you, went inside to pay, and then returned to settle beside you on the bench outside. In the warm air and a comfortable silence, you both savored your ice cream; every now and then stealing glances at the other, before returning back to your delicious treat. You both were acting like giddy kids with their first crush. As you took the last bite of your ice cream and discarded the wrapper in a nearby bin, out of the corner of your eye you spotted a playground and booked it for the swings. Mingi, caught off guard by your sudden movement, understood quickly and followed after, tossing his empty wrapper away.
You loved the swings, always feeling a rush of freedom when you soared through the air like a bird. Slowly, you swung back and forth, tilting your head back to catch a glimpse of the stars, though you could only catch faint glimmers due to the bright city’s relentless light pollution. Mingi mimicked you, but he ended up losing his balance and tumbled right out of the swing seat. He hit the ground with a soft thud. Instantly you rushed over, anxiously checking if he was okay. His small, infectious laughter reassured you that he was fine, and you couldn’t help but join in, finding it hilarious how he always seemed to forget just how tall he was.
You grabbed his hand to help him sit up and dusted the dirt off his shoulders, not realizing how close you ended up to his face until you felt his warm breath on you. He was biting at his lip as he stared at yours, causing your heart to flutter. Your faces merely a couple of centimeters away from each other, you’d only have to move just a bit to— Mingi pressed his lips upon yours, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft, like a velvety pillow against your own. You could feel the gentle tickle of his breath beneath your nose, as his fingers wove through your hair. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss as you both lost yourselves in the intoxicating sensation of each other’s touch. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and you happily parted, granting him access into your mouth. In that moment, you realized you would forever love the combination of strawberry and banana that flooded your senses. After what felt like a blissful eternity, you finally separated, your breaths mingling as you rested your foreheads together. He smiled gently, eyes sparkling, and he gave you a quick, tender peck that held a world of affection, “I love you so much, Yn. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me.”
His words made you absolutely melt, making you feel like the main character of an early 2000s rom-com movie, “You gave me the hope to believe in love again, Song Mingi.”
You gave him a deep, heartfelt kiss, pouring into it every emotion you desperately wished to express for him. He grinned against your mouth, glad that he finally had you.
“I’m going to safely assume that this means we're dating now, in secret?” He said looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes that made you feel weak in the knees.
“Oooh, this will be fun. Dating in secret, like we are in some kind of sitcom or something,” You grinned, assuring him he was right in his assumption, “We should head back soon though if we want to keep this a secret.”
—Middle of Fall—
Six months since moving in and over a month of secretly dating Mingi. You two have become quite skilled at creating the illusion of being just friends, though really the only thing that had changed was that now you shared kisses when no one else was watching. For Halloween, you had a couple's "besties" costume; you dressed up as Fred and Daphne, and somehow you had convinced Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho to be Shaggy, Scooby, and a gender-bent Velma, to keep suspicion at bay. Hongjoong and Seonghwa seemed none the wiser, and you and Mingi were as happy as ever.
—Beginning of Winter—
7 months. You began researching apartments in the area, knowing that you’d much prefer to stay in Korea than return to the States. This was home for you now. During your secret sleepovers, Mingi would eagerly share his thoughts on which neighborhoods offered the best apartments, that somehow were always conveniently within walking distance for him. You weren’t going to complain though.
—Christmas Day—
8 months. Mingi surprised you with a gift you had always hoped for over the years, and you couldn't help but wonder how he knew that you wanted it. He must be able to read minds… oh, Jesus, I hope not. The thoughts I’ve had about him… You gave him a handmade gift, which made him cry; he was such a deeply emotional person, which you loved more than anything.
Christmas was one of your favorite holidays, and you had always wanted to share a kiss with your boyfriend under the mistletoe, a sweet moment you had never experienced before. When you had spied some dangling over a door frame, you scanned the area for watchful eyes before you pulled him in for a quick kiss. Well, maybe not so quick… he pulled you back in, turning it into a fervent, hasty make-out session that left you both breathless.
—New Year's Eve—
Only a few days later, the guys and the KQ managers had organized a team New Year’s Eve party. As the clock struck midnight, you and Mingi locked eyes from across the room, playfully blowing kisses to each other, not daring to do it for real in front of everyone. Though, once everyone had gone to bed, you finally got to share your New Year’s kiss, “Happy New Year, Yn.”
“Happy New Year, Min.”
—End of Winter—
10 months. It was nearly a year since you moved in, and today was your five-month anniversary with Mingi. You both were fortunate enough to have the day off and at last, you could finally celebrate together. Since Hongjoong and Seonghwa dedicated their entire day to fine-tuning their Matz performance at the studio, you two were free to do as you pleased, without having to worry about getting caught. He surprised you with a wonderful breakfast, that he made himself, and after you finished eating together, he excitedly told you to get ready because he had something special planned for the day.
As you were getting ready though, outside rain began to pour, heavily; the moment the first crack of thunder rolled in, it became clear that your plans were dashed. You heard a soft knock at your door, and Mingi poked his head in with a warm smile that brightened the gloomy atmosphere, “Change of plans, put your pajamas back on. Let’s make a blanket fort.”
So you did, and it was amazing. It was enormous, full of soft pillows, twinkling string lights, and an array of fluffy blankets to lay on. The fort’s opening was perfectly positioned right in front of the TV in his room, and you had a double feature of each of your favorite movies.
—Beginning of Spring—
Work comeback was happening in a couple of months and the festival performances were starting to pick up, and after the long winter break from the last tour, you were excited to be traveling with them once again. KCON was upon you in just a few days, and you felt like a hamster tirelessly running on a wheel amidst the whirlwind of preparations. Yet, despite the chaos, everything felt just right because you got to spend every day by his side, watching him passionately rehearse until he deemed the routine to be perfect. He always looks so hot when he’s dancing.
“You’re drooling, Yn,” Yunho laughed.
“Ha ha… am not,” You snapped out of the trance Mingi had you in and you wiped your mouth, it was dry, Yunho was just teasing you.
“You practically were,” San jumped in, also noticing how you were staring, “Gotta be more careful, you’re gonna give yourself away.”
You looked over to where the managers, Joong, and Hwa were, talking to each other about KCON details, “Yeah… they’re too busy to notice anything right now. Thank god…”
“You were looking at him like some horny teenager,” Wooyoung chimed in, joining the bandwagon, “Heck if I didn’t know any better I’d think that you two haven’t— nah, you two have had… right?”
You looked at him with big eyes, face red as ever, whispered yelling at him, “Shhhhhut up, Woo.”
“Are you serious? You two really haven’t slept together yet?” He looked shocked. Yunho pushed him a bit, signaling him to cut it out.
“Who cares if they have or haven’t. It’s none of your business,” Yunho defended.
“Thank you, Yun. It really isn’t his business,” you huffed.
“Yeah, Woo, we all live under the same roof. We would hear them if they were,” San theorized, thinking that he was helping, causing you to hide your face in your hands out of embarrassment.
“They could go somewhere else,” Wooyoung rattled on.
You let out a muffled groan, “Why do you want to know so bad…”
“Know what?” Mingi had walked over to take a water break, wondering what had you so flustered.
“Why you two haven’t fucked yet,” Wooyoung said nonchalantly.
Mingi choked on his water, sending him into a coughing fit, he croaked out, “Wh-what? W-why are you talking about that?”
“The way Yn was looking at you earlier… let’s just say it wasn’t very PG,” Yunho attested. You glared daggers at him. So much for defending me earlier, huh?
Mingi looked at you with a smirk, “Oh really?”
“Please not you too. This is four against one now, it’s not fair,” You whined quietly, “It’s also not a very safe topic of conversation, there are people here that aren’t supposed to know about us, remember??”
They all looked over at said people, who were still not aware of what was going on, you continued, “It’s far too public to talk about that.”
“Careful there, Yn. Your words sound borderline suggestive,” Wooyoung jested.
You got up and started to leave, “Yeah no, not doing this anymore. I’ve got things to do, gotta work ya know.”
“Ahh come on, I’m just having fun,” Wooyoung pouted, Mingi pushed him slightly, causing him to fall over. The three boys just laughed at him as you left the room, taking a much-needed calming breath as the studio door closed behind you.
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There was a team meeting in fifteen minutes, and you found yourself preparing coffee for everyone, standing in quiet anticipation as you waited for the coffee maker to finish brewing. Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap gently around your waist, drawing you into a warm back hug. Mingi rested his chin in the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry for earlier. Woo has no filter when it comes to that sort of thing.”
You turned around and hooked your arms around his neck, “Oh I know. It’s fine really, no harm done, just extremely flustered is all.”
He nodded, moving his hands so that they settled on your waist and lazily rubbed circles, “Still, he shouldn’t have kept messing with you. So what if we haven’t? Why rush? We have the rest of our lives together.”
“The rest of our lives?” You grinned.
“Of course, you’re not getting rid of me that easy,” he laughed.
You smirked, “Well I hope I won’t have to wait that long…”
He raised his eyebrows, mouth slightly agape, you continued on, “Do you plan on making me wait, Princess?”
His face flushed at the nickname, caught off guard by how it was used. With a spark of newfound confidence, you playfully continued to tease him, letting your hand glide down his chest before using your pointer and middle finger to slowly walk in a line back up. He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a graveled tone, “Of course not, I just never wanted to make you feel pressured, that's all.”
“You could never make me feel pressured, Min. We don’t have to rush, but it’s been pretty long already… don’t you think?” You whispered, faces close enough to feel each other’s breath.
Mmm, was all he could muster in response before crashing his lips against yours. Unlike the first time you kissed, this one was filled with a deeper hunger and a passionate fire that burned for the other. He lifted you effortlessly and set you down on the counter, continuing to kiss you with fervor, moving from your lips to your ear, and then trailing down to your neck. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you felt him smirk against your skin, a mixture of desire and longing building inside you both. His hands snaked up under your shirt, resting his hands above your waist, and you carded your fingers through his hair, while your other hand pulled him in closer to you.
“Hey Y/N, the new choreographer is lactose intoler—” Seonghwa entered the room, stopping at the sight before him. You both broke apart immediately. Mingi helped you down from the counter, and you bit at your thumb nervously. Seonghwa just stared at you both, dumbfounded, and then continued as if nothing happened, “—anyways. Just make sure that you don’t put milk in there alright… I saw nothing.”
As quick as he entered, he left, leaving both you and Mingi in shock. You giggled nervously, “Welp! Hwa knows now. Do you think he will say anything to Joong?”
Mingi thought for a moment before he shook his head and laughed, “No, I think we’re good for now, but it’s probably best to save the hot and heavy stuff for when we aren’t at work from now on.”
You flashed him a sheepish grin as the coffee maker chimed, signaling that it had finished brewing. Turning to pour the dark liquid into each cup, you tried your best to recompose yourself after what just happened. Mingi snapped the lids on once you were done, then offered his hand to help carry half of them to the team meeting, a small gesture that made your heart flutter.
—Coachella—
12 months since winning the raffle, and one week until you had to move out. Lord have mercy on my soul, pleaseeeeee, was all you could think when your platinum blond boyfriend walked out of the dressing room. You felt embarrassingly turned on just by what he was wearing; an unbuttoned jacket, and distressed jeans that left little to the imagination, paired with a large faux tattoo scrawled across his chest advertising his signature phrase. It was all too much, you could already feel your face heating up, and the sweltering weather of the valley was not helping; Neither was the fact that you and him still hadn’t found the chance to relieve any of your accumulated tension… since there was always someone around to interrupt your attempts, keeping you from going through with what you both longed for. You had reached a point where sexual frustration was constantly bothering you, with no way to resolve it. Before you and him had talked about the possibility of it, self-satisfaction was enough to ease the longing, but now, not even that could provide the relief you desperately craved. Just seeing him walk around had you involuntary pressing your thighs together. You had never felt more aroused before than you did now and it was becoming distracting to your task at hand.
Your job today was to lend a hand with quick changes and keep track of props. The guys would soon start their last performance and you still hadn’t double-checked that each prop was in its correct spot backstage. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you got up and headed towards the prop table. Everything was in its rightful place and you didn’t have much to do but wait, so you kept yourself busy by fiddling with the cane that your silly boyfriend held during his part in Arriba.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to play with the props before?” Mingi leaned in, whispering sweetly in your ear from behind, startling you and causing your heart to race. You spun around, eyes wide, holding your chest as if it would soothe your erratic heartbeat. With furrowed brows and a lighthearted faux frown, you swatted at him, but he effortlessly dodged your playful attempt.
“Jesus Min! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” You lightly chastised as you crossed your arms, not actually upset just spooked.
“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t resist,” He smiled, hands up in the air in surrender, “Anyways, are you excited for the show?”
“Always!” You beamed.
“What do you think of tonight’s outfit,” He did a little twirl, holding out his arms, displaying the large tattoo for you better. Trying to hide the blush on your face you looked away from him, and he grinned, “I’ll take that as a yes then?”
Nodding, you turned your gaze back to him, biting down on your tongue, your eyes lingering on him with a mix of lust and love, “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear…”
“I’ll go put a shirt on right now, I can’t have you dying on me,” He joked.
“No, keep it off. One less thing to take off later,” You teased, feeling proud as you watched his face turn a light shade of red.
“Oh? What’s later?” He flirted back, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
“You’ll find out after the show,” You grinned, leaving him hanging, and giving him a reminder, “You’re on in five.”
“Cheer for me?” He said, flashing a cocky smile as he slowly started walking to join the rest of the guys.
“Of course! Knock ‘em dead, Princess,” You winked, blowing him a kiss.
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The morning sun poured in through the hotel curtains, gently coaxing you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, landing on tousled, messy platinum locks. As you yawned, you felt the comforting shift of Mingi’s arm around your waist, drawing you in closer as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. A soft giggle escaped your lips, feeling tickled as his breath brushed against your bare skin, memories flooded in of all that unfolded the night before. Clothes discarded around the room, his strong grip holding you firmly against the wall, his gentle touch igniting waves of unimaginable pleasure as you both came undone together. Wrapped in each other's warm embrace, eventually drifting into blissful sleep.
“Morning, Love,” He smiled softly against your skin, his voice coarse and warm with the lingering embrace of sleep. He started placing soft, lazy kisses along your neck, and you let out a content sigh.
“M’good morning, Min,” You moved your hand so that you could play with his hair. It still felt soft despite all the times it had been bleached. He hummed happily and you wished that you could stay just like that all day, lost in each other’s presence, but there was so much that had to be done. Begrudgingly you said, “We should get up. There’s a music video that needs filming…”
With his morning voice still present he groaned, “No, let’s just stay here. They can get it done without us.”
You airily laughed at his pathetic, and cute, attempt to convince you, “I wish, but alas it’s quite unfortunate that it can’t be done without us.”
He moved above you, propping himself up with his arms, a sinful look in his eyes, “What if I tried persuading you in a different way,” He slid his knee so that it was in between your legs, slowly moving it up, and pressing lightly against you.
“Mmmmm, tempting,” You breathed out, trying your best to prevent yourself from letting him rile you up, “but I would rather not risk getting scolded by Hongjoong.”
He sighed, a smirk on his face as he flopped back down on the bed, “Okayyy… you’re right.”
“There’s always later tonight, though, if you’re still feeling persuasive,” You grinned, planting a quick kiss on his cheek before you hopped up.
He called out to you before you went into the bathroom, “Count on it, Love.”
—End of Spring/Move Out Day—
The year had flown by and your time at the house had come to an end. You cherished every moment spent there, but a thrilling sense of excitement grew within you for the new chapter awaiting in your new place—conveniently just a few minutes away within walking distance, just as Mingi had always hoped. You looked at your empty room in the house one last time, a bittersweet ache settling in as you closed the door behind you. All of the guys awaited you in the living room, ready to help you get settled into your new apartment. As you looked at each of them, you were reminded of all of the great memories you spent with them over the year, and tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes. Half of them had already been crying, and the other half seemed on the verge of starting as they pulled you into a warm group hug. As they let you go, Hongjoong spoke, “I guess this means I can finally stop pretending like I don’t know you and Mingi are dating, huh?”
He enjoyed the look of surprise on everyone’s faces; no one knew that he knew, not even Seonghwa who felt betrayed, “How long have you known?”
“I guess I always knew it would happen eventually, ever since her very first day here. I would be quite disappointing as a Captain if I couldn't sense the feelings of my team members,” He explained, “Plus I saw them canoodling on the playground last summer. Way to be subtle guys…”
“Ope! He’s known since day one,” Yeosang cracked up, covering his mouth.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, confused.
“The primary reason behind the rule was to prevent conflict. I knew that if I had spoken up and kept you two apart, it would have created even more problems than simply allowing you to be together. Deep down, I couldn’t help but secretly wish that you both would finally start dating, the tension had become almost too much to bear,” He reasoned, then smiling sweetly he admitted, “I’m rooting for you both, genuinely.”
You heard the soft sound of sniffling and turned to see Mingi in tears, his arms outstretched, longing to hug Hongjoong, “Captain… I love you, you really are the best.”
“Yeah, yeah… I love you too— “ He dodged the embrace, redirecting the topic back to you, “Let’s get you moved into the new place shall we, Yn?”
—Epilogue—
Life started to feel like each day was unfolding in a beloved book or favorite movie. You were offered a permanent position at KQ, which you eagerly accepted, thrilled at the thought of seeing the guys every day. You found genuine delight in going to work; albeit it was a strange feeling for you to actually be excited about your job for once, but nevertheless you had no reason at all to complain. Eventually, you got the chance to visit Hinata on a trip to Japan, and when you introduced her to your boyfriend she damn near passed out. She was absolutely ecstatic for you, insisting that you had to make her your maid of honor since she was the one who encouraged you to do the raffle in the first place. You couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh, reassuring her that there was truly no one else you would rather have in that special role when the day came. Mingi joked with her, “I haven’t even proposed yet and she’s already assigning her maid of honor…”
Jokes aside though, he couldn’t wait for that day to come, already dreaming up the perfect way to do it; And he always seized every opportunity to tell you that you were the love of his life and he couldn’t wait to spend forever by your side. You were his everything— and Mingi was yours.
“I love you.”
“Forever and always.”
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Hi i rlly liked ur recent haikyuu manager post!! Could u make a karasuno and nekoma version to that?
Take ur time :D (ignore if don't want to do)
Thank you for liking the post! I'll write up any type request as long as I know who the characters are :)
Here is the link to the previous post.
"Oh no, you've got it all wrong. She does bite."
Karasuno and nekoma version
When you first signed up to be the manager for the boy's volleyball team, you really didn't think much of it. You only signed up because your parents wanted you to go to some sort of after school club.
You didn't like any of the clubs so you decided to be a manager for a sports team. Besides, you didn't think a manager would have to do much since most of the organisation for matches would be done by the teachers and coaches.
So here you are on your first day being introduced to the boys in the team.
Karasuno
(You can decide whether its Yachi or Kiyoko's place your taking)
You honestly didn't know much about volleyball but this was the only club left without a manager so here you are standing before the boys as you are introducing yourself to them.
"Hey, I'm Y/n L/n and I'll be your manager from now on."
Things went well and your parents laid off your back for a good while. Though for the first few practices you really didn't have a single clue with what was going on. You would sit, leaning your back against the wall, on the side and watch the ball go from one side to another while they yelled at each other.
To be honest, you didn't get the hype about the sport but you did your duty as manager as best you could.
The boys were wary of their new manager. Often glancing at her every now and then and she would always be looking at them with the same scary expression.
They knew the girl's scary reputation, everyone did. Why she ever chose to be their manager baffles them even to this day.
When Asahi said 'hello' to you for the first time he was pretty nervous and he ended up sounding a little odd. You thought he was trying to intimidate you or something so you glared at him.
Square up Asahi, Y/n about to swing some arms.
Daichi came in between you both, explaining to you that Asahi doesn't mean any harm. He is a friendly giant, promise.
"Yeah he better be."
But over the next few practices, you realised that Asahi really was the BFG so you apologised to him later.
Nishinoya gets on your nerves everyday. Like everyday. He'll be walking back to class and he'll bump into you on purpose. He'll shout "YO MISS MANAGER!" if he sees you across the hallway or streets. Unlike Asahi, this boy was looking to get beat up. He is the cause for 90% of your headaches. The other 10% goes to Kageyama and Hinata's bickering.
Not even a whole month goes by with you as their manager and you have nearly given each team member a smack or punch.
Over time though, you do get pretty close to the boys and you care about them though you might show it, you wouldn't actually ever say it.
When they have practice matches with other teams from other schools and that other team decides to talk shit about your team, you having a field day swinging your fists like helicopter blades.
Though you don't actually ever get very far with your punches to have a field day before the coach or a teacher stops you.
Oikawa once tried to flirt with you. He failed miserably.
By now you understood the game much better and 100% agreed with the hype about it. Would you ever play the game yourself? With these boys? No.
Why? Well have you seen the force at which they smack those balls? (lmao great wording) Like you smack other balls with that force but as a beginner who hasn't ever physically payed volleyball herself, they'd hand your ass back to you even if they were going easy on you. Help, Nishinoya would be a PAIN to deal with after.
Maybe you'll stick to being a delinquent manager and not a player.
Nekoma
Believe me when I say that Taketora was over to moon when he found out his team now has a manager. He was gushing and blushing about it for days.
He came back down to earth when he saw it was you though.
The infamous Y/n.
Just his luck.
But little did he and the rest of the team know, you actually really liked the sport and knew a lot about it. You would give them lots of pointers and took down notes of their strengths and weaknesses.
You threatened to beat them up if they didn't improve in your given time frame.
Did you ever beat them up? No you didn't, apart from Lev.
Lev has a very cheerful and playful personality and he doesn't even realise when he teases you for your height or whatever else. So he gets beat up with your clipboard one to many times.
Okay now I think about it, I think Kuroo would also be on your 'to hit' list. He is very good at provoking people and you. So he is also hit by your clipboard a few times too.
the poor clipboard is worn out.
You took this sport very seriously. The members often wondered why you didn't decide to play as a member on the girls team instead. When they asked you, you replied with
"It pains me to think that you lot would miss out on an awesome manager like me if i were to be a player instead, also because I know I would just be too good at the sport as a player so I decided to be nice and give you amatures a chance."
"Y/n you sound like Kuroo now..."
It wasn't long before Taketora began bragging about his team's manager to Hinata. Hinata thought you looked too scary and competitive for anyone to even see your feminine looks but the nekoma boys can see it clear as day.
Yaku was the only boy who never got told off by you. In fact, you actually get along with him pretty well, you both have very engaging conversations and he's the only one who receives pointers from you in your calm voice.
You have confiscated Kenma's phone a few times because he would get distracted by playing games on it and the poor boy wouldn't even glare or fight you about it like he would with Kuroo because he knew better.
The first time the boys saw you genuinely smile at practice, a smile that didn't have malicious intent or sarcastic, they were fawning all over you. That was also the first and last time they saw you flustered before being chased around the practice hall by you and your fists.
They'd see that smile again whenever they win a practice match or a real match in a competition and to them it makes victory taste that much sweeter.
Think even Hinata would agree with Taketora that you looked cute with that smile.
The boys sometimes forget that you do get into actual fights outside of school and practice so it often comes as a shock when they see you with some injuries when you go back to practice.
But they wouldn't want any other girl as their manager. They are more than happy to have you!
not proofread :/
But I had fun writing this like I did with the other post so thank you for the request!!
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Eternally normal about how this sprite:
is never ever used in the main game, only appearing once in Island Mode during his Shot Through the Heart event- aka. an event showing his internal thoughts.
I first saw discussion of this like a decade ago but I highly doubt I'd be able to find that now. I deleted my original tumblr from those days. Apologies if you were part of that and somehow read this, haha.
We've seen him be anxious. Island Mode makes it clear that outside of life-and-death situations he's constantly hypervigilant for potential threats. But pure fear? Even here it's not something he expresses externally. I find it notable that this is one of his more self-aware moments too, and that the others I'm aware of outside of his final FTE are from before ch1's trial.
Knowing his backstory- and comparing his killing game behaviour to his Island Mode behaviour*- he's probably wired to allow himself a more normal range of emotions and a little introspection when things are calm (but is still very avoidant- see here) but shut all of that down hard when things become dangerous. He fixates on his luck cycle; when bad things happen, all he does is focus on whatever good things will happen later, no matter how awful his situation is. There's definitely a lot of learned helplessness there; perhaps he freaked out and broke down about his bad luck in the past, but had it hammered into him over time- especially after his parents died- that that did nothing for his situation.
He also doesn't want his luck to harm others. In Island Mode he frets over Hinata more than he frets over himself, and in DR2.5 he constructs a fake world where his luck cycle only benefits others and harms him. In a crisis like the killing game that turns into him pushing people away to protect them; he can't allow himself to be genuinely vulnerable, because that would make people sympathetic, which could make them get closer to him, which could get them killed. When he does get too real he immediately reframes it as made up to manipulate people.
So of course we never see that sprite elsewhere. This man needs so much therapy.
*I prioritise Island Mode over DR3 and DR2.5 for his characterisation in non-dangerous situations. And in general, but especially that. The former flanderises him imo, and the latter has him in an altered state most of the time + has him act as if his post-Final-Dead-Room disillusionment never happened at the end. I'm still willing to draw things from them that don't contradict DR2.
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Sandstorm - Desert Survival: Chapter 8
Location: Hotel Resort
Characters: Yuuta, Adonis, Kouga & Rei
Adonis: Hmm. Sakuma-senpai’s attitude is strange but it must mean he has received an “order” or “secret order” which forbids him from speaking with the members of “UNDEAD”.
Meaning, if he speaks with us, he’ll be penalised.
It’s already difficult as it is for us since we’re isolated and don’t have a way to earn “SSL$”...
So if we receive a penalty on top of that, advancing to the “SS” Qualifying Round will just be another pipe dream.
Kouga: Yeah, that’s what we’ve been sayin’, right!? We’ve been kidnapped and confined here! It’s basically a crime!
Adonis: I wonder if that’s true. The employees here at this hotel and the management team behind “Oasis Videos” seem to be members of the “SS” Administration Committee…
I think this is all set up by them. It is a strange situation but I don’t think they have any ill intentions.
It feels different than if we were kidnapped by terrorists or criminals. We’re given far too much freedom if that was the case.
Unlike Hakaze-senpai and Hinata who were thrown out into the desert, we haven’t been harmed nor threatened. We’re simply spending our time leisurely.
We’re fed luxurious meals, given beds to sleep on and have been met with hospitality.
Of course, that may be because we’re being obedient and sitting still.
It feels as if we’ve been made to participate in a TV show as opposed to being involved in a crime.
Yuuta: Yeah. It feels like a fun TV project with some sort of intention behind it. Like a prank.
Kouga: Huuh? Fun? I ain’t havin’ fun! I just wanna sing and dance on stage! I practised so hard for that!
Adonis: Then make good use of your practice. Shall we put on a performance, record and post it just as Yuuta suggested?
We may be able to borrow the resources we need for the recording if we ask the staff.
Kouga: Like I’ve been sayin’, this ain’t the time to be singin’, right!?
Yuuta: …If you’re not feeling up for it, then you don’t have to do anything, Oogami-senpai. The three of us will make a video and post it ourselves.
Let’s do that first and see what sort of reaction the management has.
Adonis: Right. We can only do what we can step by step right now. Maybe we can find a way out from there.
Yuuta: Hehe. We’re on the same page, huh, Otogari-senpai.
Adonis: Your judgement is correct in this situation, Yuuta. Oogami, calm down for now. Who knows what they might do if you get desperate and go on a rampage.
If you do something reckless, then you yourself will be responsible for your actions.
But if you incur the wrath of the management who is under the impression that our actions represent everything to blame, then…
We don’t know what will happen to Hakaze-senpai and Hinata, who are in a far worse situation than we are.
I know it’s not your intention to get carried away, but I hope you can think of your friends first and refrain from any reckless behaviour. Wolves are creatures who treasure their pack, right?
Kouga: Ugh… Tsk, fine. You’re usually quiet but hearin’ ya lecture me to this point means I’ve got no choice but to listen.
And you probably mean it deep down.
Alright. So whaddya we doin…? A video? Wanna try recordin’ and postin’ it?
Yuuta: You sure listen to Otogari-senpai without much resistance, Oogami-senpai~
Kouga: Huuh? There ain’t been a time where Adonis’ has been wrong, ya know! In fact, I’m the one who’s usually in the wrong! It’s outta experience!
Adonis: Hehe. I still have many parts I’m lacking in, so you shouldn’t trust my judgement so wholeheartedly.
Rei: (...Good ♪)
(Things seem to be heading in the right direction. Adonis-kun tends to be reserved, but now that I’ve kept quiet, he’s actively speaking.)
(Kouga unconsciously trusts my judgement, but he has begun using his own head to think about things now.)
(He doesn’t seem used to it so he’s a little careless, however.)
(But even so, you’re always facing the right direction, Kouga.)
(For us, you’ve always been the example of someone who, as an idol, lives in a greedy but straightforward manner.)
(Kukukuku. This position isn’t so bad. Watching how the pure children live makes me feel as if I’m young again.)
(Nevertheless, it would be impossible for me to keep quiet forever. Oh, how I would love to meddle…♪)
(But in reality, I don’t know what would happen to Kaoru-kun and Hinata-kun if I did something careless.)
(I do have a feeling Kaoru-kun will be able to handle whatever comes his way in an elusive manner.)
(But until we know what the management is truly intending to do, all I can do is sit still and be patient, just as Adonis-kun said.)
(Besides, if we’re talking about unclear intentions, that would be “2wink”.)
(What are you two wishing for? If I knew, I would use my tricks to take you two to the finish line in one big leap.)
(We can work together and overcome the obstacles together.)
(No. Is not allowing me to do that your real intentions, Yuuta-kun?)
Yuuta: …………
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im so so interested in writing about the msby chaos group (bokuto, atsumu, hinata, sakusa) and what the other members would be like
like...... how chaotic would a group be to take in all four of them AT ONCE bc karasuno fukurodani and inarizaki were already overwhelmed by one of each in their team BUT MSBY GOT ALL OF THEM AND PUT THEM TOGETHER
that just SCREAMS chaos
#msby black jackals#haikyuu#hq#hq spoilers#haikyuu manga spoilers#LISTEN#IM TELLING U#by virtue of the chaos Four im assuming that all other members are also chaotic by their own right#like ok i get it theyre all v league vets or smth#BUT THINK ABOUT IT#what if the captain loves throwing parties#what if the other opposite (the gigantic one) that shares positions with hinata. what if he's the only sane one#the libero drinks them all under the table#CHAOS PRACTICE MATCHES#the vets vs the newbies bc theyre mean like that#No Hinatas Were Harmed In The Making Of This Post
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Hi, recently I saw a post about that "sasu**** was planned before show even aired (excuse me, wtf) .The beginning of the chapters said that Sasuke has a sweet spot for Sakura. 'you read the manga ' , but you forget the first proof of him liking Sak***. Sasuke even blushed around her like 4 times and winked and smiled at her in the manga (ch 36).Sasuke is shy when around Sak*** and blushes when she does/says anything romantic towards him unlike other (🤣🤮) . He allowing Sak*** to hug him for a while before telling her to let go. Sasuke then throws himself in front of Sakura to protect her from harm,Kakashi swoops in makes Sasuke jealous, As if protecting Sak*** is his duty (duty my a**). Sasuke doesn't reacts to Naruto when he calls him a coward but he reacts when Sak** calls him a Coward (who calls who?) and has the will to fight again(😂) . Sasuke having nightmare when Sak** getting punched in the face, his conscience is telling him that he’ll just let Sak*** die too if he doesn’t wake up in time.He is also clearly jealous that Sak** is smiling, and acknowledging Naruto. Her attention now on Naruto instead of him(I can't 🤣🤣). Sasuke threw away love (Sak***) and friendship (Naruto) (ch 365?) . Sasuke was keeping tabs on Sak*** to be able to know sak*** was a medical ninja. When Sakura randomly charges at Madara Sasuke immediately runs towards Sak** when she gets impaled by Madara meanwhile Naruto is still in shock. Sasuke cared about Sak*** and Kakashi falling to their death inside of the lava when he glances up at them to see if they were okay, then tells Naruto how they were safe. Naruto sees sasu saved Sak** and Kakashi due to his body moving on its own when they were in danger of being infected by the infinite Tsukuyomi. Sasuke’s eyes are hidden upon putting Saku*** in a genjutsu, indicating that he is once again hiding his true feelings".
naru**** post - Kishimoto’s first concept of Hi*** has Naruto in the background with her wearing a necklace of Naruto’s trade mark spiral an artwork made in 1998 before the series published in 1999.Naruto and Hi*** being hinted at all through at the series even years before the manga ended let alone the signs from even pre series".
What's your opinion about this, sparrow?
My Reaction after reading this :
Sasuke always hides his true feelings, Right???... Even after he married with her for 12 years and for an unforeseeable future, Sasuke would forever hide his true feelings... Because there was never one!!!!
Naruhina was hinted from 10,000BC, eh?? That epic romance!!!!
Then what was the need for a movie, I wonder?? Instead Kishimoto could've created that Timeless Romance in 700 chapters. If he could make a MinaKushi, why couldn’t he make NaruHina???
Leave that.
If NH was planned from the beginning, why Naruto (atleast) attempted to kiss Sakura, planning to date Sakura but never heard Hinata’s confession????
The Author drew them for us to photo manipulate at zero cost of Time and Energy.
How Considerate!!!!
Is there anything like this for SS or NH???
To my Eyes, Naruto and Sasuke were just exchanging their Deep Rooted Rivalry feelings through their Lips.
If you think they are kissing, Satan will come in your dreams and punish you.
Kishimoto is not a NaruSasu shipper at all. Especially he didn't cut Sakura out of this picture. And writing the initials of 2 people (N.S) is purely "Brotherly".🤡.
Don’t you dare think this is a couple thingy!!!
After knowing that I have this picture in my phone, My male friend gave me a suspicious look that I was into Gay Porn with Vampires and Werewolves.
Can you even believe the embarrassment I felt at that time???
No, You won’t.
Oh!!! N and S are definitely not wanking next to each other. They are just in deep meditation while holding their breaths.
It’s all just some Yoga.... guys!!!!
Clearly wearing a 'Friend's' face in your Necklace with Heart Shaped pendant is just Friendly. Only in Naruto and Sasuke's case, of course!!!.
But SS/NH photoshop those girls’ face into the pendants and then it becomes Romantic with full of love.
Naruto’s Necklace from first Hokage looks extremely WEIRD!!!!!
Sasuke is not at all giving a Blow Job to Naruto. Especially Reddit dudebros commented under this pic as 'Retarded'.
You know what???
Even for a crack ship like SasuSai.... They have the ultra content from Canon.
Did I say that all these pictures were drawn by Kishimoto himself???
For a ship that was planned from the beginning, Why don’t they have anything like this???? It’s very easy to draw some suggestive pics for a Hetero Ship, Right????
I wonder why couldn't he draw something like this for SS or NH... Atleast once???
He won't. Because,
Kishi is the No.1 SNS shipper. And that's the fact.
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Random Fire Force head canons
Genre: slice of life and wholehearted chaos
Tw: mentions of alcohol and implications of getting drunk
A/n: possible spelling errors so don’t mind; I posted right before heading into work :)
Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated♥
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Hikage and Hinata are a duo so upredictable its entertaining. Those two love to pull pranks on the 8th whenever they visit or send Shinra and Authur to train with Benimaru. More often than not they try dragging you into their shenanigans, and more often than not you do go with them. I mean wheres the harm in doing so? There was one time where you three were going to put extra salt in the boys portions of food but Konro caught the three of you before you could. Hikage and Hina did not hesitate to throw you under the bus and make a break for it. Konro chuckles knowing it wasn't your idea previously hearing the twins talk about it earlier in the day and wanting to have you join. He lets you off the hook and just says don't let him hear the plans next time.
Speaking of Konro, he gives the best hugs. I stand by that and will die on that hill. It doesn't matter if you're having a bad day or not, if you need a hug, he's your guy. We love a big strong man with a heart of gold but looks like a gangster.
Obi is the best work out partner ever. He's always making sure you're not pushing yourself too hard and will treat you to ramen afterwards. But if he ever catches you slacking... Extra reps, no hesitation and no deals with him.
Vulcan loves horror movies and isn't really phased by them at all. He loves a good plot and will often invite the others to watch them with him. If he knows you enjoy watching them as well, he stops inviting you and expects you to be in his room with a bowl of popcorn and a few water bottles. If you don't enjoy them however, he will make exceptions for movie nights and lets you choose just to see you smile.
Viktor knows he has his moments where he geeks out more than usual but appreciates how you show genuine interest in his hobbies and work. He always calls you to watch and participate in his experiments, of course keeping you safe. "Y/n, Vulcan and I are going to test out this new experiment, wannna watch?" He loves watching your face light up in pure amusement the way a childs face would.
Its easy to win bets that involve alcohol when against Benimaru. His surprising light weighted nature fails him when you challenge him. He doesn't care though, he sees how happy you get when he accepts the callenge and fights a smile from appearing on his face. But all it takes is one more drink than Beni for you to get drunk, and then Konro is the one having to deal with your drunk shenanigans and putting you two to sleep.
#OG's🥀#fire force#benimaru shinmon#viktor licht#obi akitaru#vulcan joseph#konro sagamiya#fire force headcanons
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Hello Can we talk about your talent girl you're shinning ❤💅💅
But seriously you're work is awesome
Tell me plz if I can request this:
Takemitchi coming back to the past not understanding what is missing for the future
He is in one of toman meeting waiting for the "talk" but he hear some noise behind the tree 🌳and when he go to see he find micky and his gf(s/o) kissing and being lovey dovey and then he understands that she is the reason of mickeys dark implusion (dk if i wrot it good)
Like her dying in his arms so like takemitchi want to save both of them (I'm sucker for this type of angst 🤧)
Sorry if this is too much 😅you don't have to do it just wanted to cry
Love 💘😻💜💛💚🧡💘😻💜💛💚🧡
Oh my god! I'm so glad you are enjoying my writing and thank you so much! You have just made my whole week with that! ❤️😭❤️
Of course! I am a sucker for angst (if you couldn't tell from my posts) and this is just amazing!!
Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy this @kimrena-stuff
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Mikey X f!reader (fluff with angst)
TW: mentions of death, sadness, blood, violence, canon divergence, alternate timeline
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The future still wasn't perfect in Takemichi's eyes. Sure, most of the people he tried saving survived but there still was no happy ending for any of them. And once again, Hinata had been killed.
It was confusing him. Surely he had made sure that everything was fixed in the past? What was he missing that could have caused another bad future. The blond had even asked Chifuyu about any events that could be coming up that would cause Mikey to turn out the same as he had every other future. Was it Kisaki? But Kisaki had been fired from Toman.
Chifuyu could not offer much information, after all, he did not know the future and Mikey hadn't declared a war on any other gangs since last time Takemichi had gone back. So there was no luck in that department. Maybe they were both overlooking something small that would be massive in the future?
Takemichi was sort of thankful that he had been called up about the Toman meeting that was happening that night. He could find his answer there, he was sure. After all, each meeting he had gone to so far had provided him with an idea of what was going to happen.
He had arrived at the shrine earlier than most other members. The only ones he really knew that had arrived were Draken, Mitsuya and Chifuyu considering that was who he hitched a ride with. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except Mikey wasn't with Draken as he usually would be.
Curiosity had gotten the better of the young Toman, he had went to ask Draken where the captain was. Draken simply pointed over to a gathering of trees, explaining that Mikey could usually be found there before meetings start. That seemed to only make the boy's curiosity worse, wondering what Mikey could be doing in the cover of the trees.
He couldn't be meeting up with Kisaki still, could he? Is that why the future was not getting any better? Panic filled Takemichi as he approached the trees. If he was talking with Kisaki then that could be his only chance to stop it and create the perfect future he wanted!
It was as he was getting closer that he heard what he thought was two voices talking quietly. Not quiet enough where it could be considered whispering but enough where Takemichi couldn't make out the words being exchanged. He could tell one of them was definitely Mikey but the other could have been anyone. Had Mikey decided to ally himself with someone even more dangerous than Kisaki was proving to be? After all, nobody in Toman had been able to see Mikey in the future so it could be possible.
Trying his best to hide himself from Mikey, Takemichi peeked his head around to find a sight that made his cheeks flush a dark red. Mikey had both hands against a tree trunk with an absolute hottie between them. At first, it seemed a little alarming for the younger blond until he had noticed the soft smile and blush that dusted your features.
It was only when Mikey leaned down to press a kiss to your lips that Takemichi had felt he was overstaying his welcome. Especially since he wasn't really welcome in the first place. He was simply a creepy peeper at that moment. Why did he keep ending up in these types of moments that made him look like a creep?! First it was with Emma and now he was essentially watching his captain make out with his girlfriend.
"I love you, Mikey." Your voice was breathless from that kiss, your eyes sparkling as they stared into your lover's dark ones. It was obvious to anyone that you were both so in love with each other. Hell, you were sneaking off together at any moment you could find just to be all lovey dovey with each other.
"I love you more, Y/N."
Takemichi had caught that small snippet of your conversation as he was trying to silently walk away. He really didn't want to be caught by the Invincible Mikey staring at the loving exchange after all. But it did get him thinking. Had you ever been mentioned in the future? Surely if you were this in love, you would remain by Mikey's side forever?
The Toman meeting started as it usually did. You would be sat on the stairs while your boyfriend would address the issues related to the gang. Everyone knew who you were, you would always be at the meetings after all unless you had to attend to other business. That would explain why Takemichi hadn't seen you. You must have been attending to other things every meeting that the blond went to. All throughout the meeting, Takemichi could only try and recall if you're present in some way in the future. Surely you would still be hanging around with the same people 12 years later.
He would have to contact Naoto in the future as soon as he could. After all, if there was something big that was going to happen then he would want to find out as soon as he could. And so, as soon as the meeting was finished, he made his way to the Tachibana household to find young Naoto.
"So, how did it go? Were you able to change anything?" That was the first thing Naoto asked once Takemichi had woken up. It was the same routine each time. Naoto would ask if he had changed anything, knowing that it wasn't enough since Hinata was still dead. But maybe if something had changed, they were a little bit closer to finding out what was causing this chain of reactions.
Takemichi shook his head and then dived headfirst into his question. He had asked if you were ever mentioned in one way or another. Maybe if you were still alive, something must have happened between you and Mikey which he could prevent from occurring. Just thinking back on how in love you both were with each other, he was beginning to doubt that it was a simple break up.
It had taken the two males a full hour until your name had popped up in their searches. It really didn't help that Takemichi only knew your first name and that you would hang out with Toman. The news article had filled the computer screen, a photo of you smiling in the top corner of the page. It gave off a vibe that didn't match the contents of the article.
You had been stabbed 15 times in the chest and stomach during a gang brawl between Toman and a gang Takemichi hadn't heard of yet. You were rushed to the hospital but had died before the doctors could reach you. It stated that it was a boy named Manjiro Sano that had brought you in.
It all started to make sense now. You had been caught up in the brawl and had sustained injuries that had ended your life. So Mikey had lost himself when you had died in his arms as he tried his best to save you.
Takemichi checked the date on which you had died. 2 days from today. Why wasn't this brawl mentioned at the Toman meeting?! Did Mikey keep it a secret or was it a spontaneous confrontation? Takemichi could only guess it was the second option. Especially since the brawl would take place at Toman's meeting spot at the shrine.
"I need to save Y/N from dying. That is what we were missing! If she survives, Mikey won't lose another piece of himself." And with that, the handshake that activated the time leaping had taken place.
Takemichi had explained his plan to Chifuyu. Explained how there would be a brawl the next day at the shrine and how that is possibly the trigger for the bad futures. After all, Mikey might stay sane with you by his side. Chifuyu couldn't believe what he was hearing. A gang would have the balls to enter the meeting place of Toman just to start a fight? They must either hold a huge grudge against them or were just plain insane. No gang was to ever enter another gang's meeting spot as it was seen as sacred.
The blond had vowed that he would do anything he could to protect you from harm and ultimately save Mikey from his dark future. Even if he had to glue himself to your side, he would make sure nothing happened to you. He would make up for the time he had failed to save Baji.
You and Mikey continued with your routine. Enter the tree clearing and spend some quality time together. You both exchanged kisses, splitting the dorayaki you would keep on you for your boyfriend, and joking around. Everything a couple in love should do.
The day of the brawl had arrived and so had the rival gang. It was in the middle of Mikey addressing his gang that the opponent's had arrived. The shock was quickly erased as the fighting began. Mikey had made sure you stayed close behind him so he could keep you safe, even though you could fight. Maybe not as well as most of the Toman members but you were capable of keeping yourself safe.
Takemichi scanned the entire shrine area in search of you. Relief had briefly enveloped the middle schooler. After all, if Mikey was with you, nobody could touch you. Or that's what everyone had thought. You had been separated from Mikey as soon as the gang members discovered you were cared for deeply by him. They had thought that if they got you, they could win the fight.
It was if the world was entering slow motion. Takemichi tried to push his way to where you were being dragged, the determination to save everyone being his main driving force. Mikey had yet to notice you were no longer behind him, too focused on taking out the leader and winning the brawl so he could take you home where you would be safe. However, that plan was quickly becoming less likely.
"Shit! Move out of my way!" Takemichi had panic pumping throughout his veins. If he couldn't get to you in time, there was no second chance. It was times like this that made him realise just how human he was. He was one boy, not a God. He could only do so much. But he was sure as hell gonna try and save you.
"Y/N!" Takemichi's voice carried across the entirety of the battlefield. So much so that everyone had frozen, especially Mikey. He turned his gaze to behind him where he thought you were only to find you were missing. Frantic, his dark eyes scanned the area until they rested on you being held against your will. The boy who held you had his arm across your neck, squeezing so you couldn't call out to your boyfriend. However, it was the knife that he pointed to your chest that had Mikey scared.
Takemichi was the only person who didn't freeze, pushing his way past the bodies that stood like statues. He could make it! He could save everyone with this one action! He was convinced that this was why Mikey had given into his dark impulses and why no-one could get their happily ever afters.
He was too late. The knife had pierced through your chest, narrowly missing any vital organs. This had seemed to spur the younger blond to increase his speed, trying to keep in mind that you could survive if he kept the stabs to a minimum. After all, the news article had explained how you had been stabbed 15 times. One was fixable. One he could deal with.
Mikey couldn't seem to move. His love had been stabbed. For no other reason than they were there and sticking by him. This wasn't fair. You had nothing to do with what the problem was and you shouldn't be paying the price for it either.
It felt like an eternity for Takemichi to reach where you were. His legs were screaming at him to stop and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. In the time it took him to get to you, you had sustained another two stabs in your stomach and chest. The person doing it was nothing short of a monster. He didn't care that you were innocent or that you were a girl. He just continued his mission.
The sound of skin to skin contact echoed, a sickening crack following along. Takemichi had landed the hardest punch he could muster against the side profile of the monster. The crack was the jaw breaking underneath the force. You were released as the perpetrator stumbled backwards, falling as he lost consciousness. Takemichi had made it but he wasn't confident that it was in time. He couldn't help but watch as you smiled and fell sideways. Fueled simply by the adrenaline, he had carefully picked you up in his arms before starting his journey to the hospital.
Draken had been the one to snap Mikey out of his daze, telling him to get his bike. There was no way that Takemichi would get there in time if he was simply thinking of running. And so that's what Mikey did. He fired up his precious bike, ordering the young blond to climb onto the back before speeding his way to the closest medical facility.
Due to all of this, you had survived. Takemichi had succeeded in saving you and thus saving Mikey. There was a possibility that the future would be good this time.
Once he had heard you were alive and doing well, Mikey had finally let himself react. Tears fell one after the other down his cheeks and relief had lifted his heart. He wouldn't lose you. You were alive because of Takemitchy. That is something Mikey couldn't thank the younger blond enough for. He had saved your life when Mikey could do nothing but watch.
Everyone expressed their gratitude for Takemichi. After all, they couldn't imagine what Mikey would turn out like if he had lost you during that fight. Takemichi had an idea but wasn't about to spill what the future he knew was like. Speaking of which, he did wonder how this had affected his future. Would everyone finally have their happy endings? He sure did hope so.
As soon as Naoto had shook his hand, Takemichi had found himself sitting at a table with a can of beer in his hand. Confused on what was going on, he glanced around at his surroundings. He was currently in a home that looked nothing like his apartment. Photos of a couple he vaguely recognised littered the walls, there was the scent of takeout wafting in the air, and the noise was loud yet joyful.
A few days later, Takemichi decided to head back to where he belonged. 12 years in the future. You had been discharged from the hospital and probably on a date with Mikey as he approached the Tachibana residence. Thinking about it, Mikey had seemed to brighten up more ever since you had been allowed out of the hospital. Takemichi laughed as he recalled Mikey buried under a large bouquet of your favourite flowers and a giant plushie of your favourite animal on that day. You had simply laughed before peppering the Toman leader's face in kisses. You had also planted a peck on the younger boy's cheek as a sign of how grateful you were to him. After all, if Takemichi hadn't done any of that, you wouldn't be able to spend anymore time with Mikey. You owed him your life.
That's when Takemichi realised he had done it. Hinata was chatting happily with Yuzuha and Hakkai about their experiences in Europe; Mitsuya, Smiley and Angry were laughing about some inside joke no-one knew about; Pah-chin and Peh-yan were discussing business relating to the real estate agency; Kazutora and Inui were drinking in the corner, simply observing the festivities; and Draken was chatting away happily to Mikey, his arm around Emma's waist as she tried to soothe their baby. Takemichi had saved them all. They were all OK. Most of all, Hinata was alive.
"Anyone needing any refills?" your voice trailed in from where you stood in the doorway connecting the living room and kitchen. You looked almost the same except for a few features. Takemichi knew at that moment that this was the perfect future for everyone, especially when Hinata had come over and kissed his cheek. The discussion around the room had suddenly become one as everyone spoke about the upcoming weddings between you and Mikey as well as the one between Takemichi and Hinata. For the first time in a long time, Takemichi could let go of the weight he had carried around and enjoy his life with his friends and his fiancé.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#mikey sano#mikey x reader#angst with a happy ending#anime drabble#tokyo revengers scenarios#manjiro sano#requested#takemitchy#takemichi hanagaki
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Kinktober Day 22: Glory Hole
Pairing: Japan National Team x Reader x Kuroo
Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Glory Hole, Overstimulation, Gangbang, Subspace
You’ll never understand how Kuroo manages to convince you to do just about anything. Maybe it’s the years of knowing and dating each other, the knowledge that he’d never put you in harm’s way, the undeniable love you know he has for you. Whatever the case is, here you are, heart racing a mile a minute, naked, stuck in a makeshift wall, standing with only your pussy, ass, and legs on display for the entire Japan National Team on one side of the wall while your husband reassuringly kisses you and you instinctively lean into his comforting touch as much as you can with your arms bound to the wall on either side of your head on the other side of the wall, torso bent over, breasts dangling down.
You’re so distracted by Kuroo’s tongue exploring your mouth, his familiar scent wafting into your nose that it comes as a shock when a calloused hand teasingly gropes your ass cheeks, squeezing them, playfully slapping them a bit, lewdly separating your pussy lips apart. But you wail when two fingers are suddenly plunged into you without preamble, not that you need any foreplay when just the thought of your body being used as nothing but a pair of empty holes for an entire team of handsome, athletic men already has your hole dripping wet. You can guess who’s finger fucking you, the brutality of the pace matching his wicked mouth and the mental image you have of Atsumu smirking as he thrusts his fingers in and out, tips searching for that spongy spot that’ll make you see stars brings you dangerously close to your first climax.
But before you can reach your apex, you vaguely hear a commotion on the other side of the wall before the fingers inside of you are swiftly pulled out and you don’t even have time to question what’s happening when suddenly there’s a mouth lapping at the drenched mess between your legs, inquisitively tasting and mapping your folds, smaller hands replacing Atsumu’s as their fingers more gently enter you, instantly finding your g-spot and teasing it as their mouth sucks on your clit. And you think that it must be Yaku between the smaller size and the affectionate caring way he attends to you and you can feel arousal one again coiling inside of you, slowly but surely building, and when a finger pushes into your tight puckered hole that Kuroo had thoroughly prepared beforehand, you moan as your hips buck into the mouth still wrapped around your clit, the fingers in both your holes unrelenting as they continue to fuck you through your orgasm.
Your torso slumps against the chains keeping you upright as post-coital bliss courses through you and you vaguely hear Kuroo praising you, gently murmuring in your ear as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck. But there’s no time to rest and the mouth at your pussy is replaced by a hard object and you gasp as a cock slides inside of you, strong hands gripping your waist as they bottom out, the previous fingers inside of your ass still inside your tight hole, scissoring it and stretching it. The pace is meticulous, controlled, but strong and deep and if it weren’t for his large hands keeping you still, you know you’d be instinctively pushing back, trying to meet him every thrust. Even in the position you’re in, you let out a breathy laugh at the idea of the two frenemies working together so intimately to ruin you, Sakusa railing you as Atsumu toys with your ass. But your laugh gets stuck in your throat when his pace increases, balls slapping against you with every movement and as Kuroo begins to fondle and tweak your nipples, your mind spins deliriously as the feeling of hot liquid pouring inside of you overtakes you with one strong final thrust.
You whimper when he pulls out, the feeling of sticky fluids trickling down your inner thigh and the knowledge that your asshole must be gaping as Atsumu finally takes his fingers out making humiliation and lust burn inside of you, but it seems like your messy display isn’t a turn off for the strong hand that comes slicing through the air, harshly smacking your ass and you squeal at the impact. Who was it? Ushijima? Bokuto? Aran? You’re reeling from the intensity of the constant hits, your ass smarting and heating up under the never ending attention, but you let out a high-pitched keen as an eager mouth bullies its way between your thighs, giving impatient fast swipes before suddenly plunging in.
Your boyfriend is a generous lover and friend and it’s not the first time you’ve had Bokuto in such an intimate position, his spiky hair tickling your legs as he buries his head into you, nose jostling against your clit as he ravenously eats you out, his strong arms holding you firmly against him. You can’t think between the unknown hand continuing its attack on your rear, Bokuto’s tongue diving in so deeply, so thoroughly, Kuroo’s mouth now sucking on one of your nipples as he pinches the other between his fingers and the chains holding you jingle as your body convulses and writhes when you fall apart under their joint efforts.
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as Bokuto continues even after your orgasm has passed and you sob as he brings you head first into overstimulation, your hips wiggling futilely against his strong grip, pleads for mercy escaping past your lips only to be swallowed by Kuroo’s mouth hungrily devouring them, breaking apart just enough to urge you to keep on being a good girl, to take everything they give you. And when he brings his forehead to rest against yours, hazel eyes attentively staring into yours, making sure you’re really okay to go on, you bite your lip in determination and nod your head submissively at him. Anything to be his good girl.
It feels like ages before Bokuto grows tired, forcing you to multiple orgasms before his appetite is finally sated and you exhaustedly collapse against Kuroo in relief, but you stiffen as you feel another cock at your entrance. You want to beg that it’s too soon, to give you a few more seconds, but any thoughts instantly die as the massive object slides inside of you, the girth stretching your pussy far wider than it’s ever been subjected to, and you feel so full, impossibly full, but it just keeps on going, more and more inches sinking inside of you and you open your mouth in a silent scream as you feel it all the way in your stomach. You’d heard rumors about Ushijima’s impressive stature, but feeling and hearing are two different things and you think he might just break you with how far inside of you he is, how he touches every inch of you just by staying still. It's embarrassing how quickly you shatter from just a few thrusts, babbling incoherently, brain literally being fucked out of you as he continues his steady pace, your pussy creaming around his cock as it opens to accommodate him. And when he finally finishes and paints thick stripes all over your lower back and ass, drool is seeping from your mouth and your eyes are unseeing, only the chains and Kuroo holding your limp body up.
You almost cry in relief when three hesitant pairs of hands explore your body, tentatively and gently caressing your skin, running along the entire length of your legs, skimming across your waist and hips. And you know that this is going to be as much of a break as you’ll get in this session as the three youngest players take their time, almost shyly and reverently exploring and experimenting. They’re not as skilled as some of their seniors, but their enthusiasm and desire to learn makes up for it and you vaguely make out murmuring from the other side as their senpais guide them, teach them what riles you up. The two more forward sets of hands must be Hinata and Hoshiumi and you moan as they compete against each other, seeing who can make you wetter, who can have your ass and hips shake more lewdly, uncaring of the fact that they’re dragging you into orgasm after orgasm in their pursuit to best each other and you sigh in relief when they’re suddenly replaced by a calmer pair of hands as if they’d been either shoved or pulled away.
The calloused hands are stiff, a bit uncertain as one grips your hip and the other guides his cock inside of you and you close your eyes at the feeling of the long length sliding inside of you. He starts a slow pace and you imagine the way he’s probably gritting his teeth, blue eyes hidden as he clenches his eyes at the feeling of your tight heat and you melt into his touch, feeling the gentle waves of desire building inside you once again. It feels so good, but it’s not enough until another set of hands joins and begins to rub the bud right above where Kageyama is pistoning in and out of you and spurred on by the way your walls squeeze against him at the stimulation, the pace inside of you increases, the fingers on your bud moving more rapidly until you’re crescendoing to your peak, whimpering into Kuroo’s chest as he holds you, brushing his fingers soothingly through your hair.
And you let his familiar touch ground you, sighing in content as the fingers that were on your clit also rub soothing circles on your lower back as another figure presses behind you. You wonder if it’s Komori who’s trying to provide some comfort to you, it would fit his personality, but you don’t have time to dwell, not when another cock is sliding inside of your used hole, and your teeth bite down hard into Kuroo’s shoulder as you’re split apart. It’s not as big as Ushijima’s, but it’s close and your mind swirls. Is it Aran, Hakuba, Hyakuzawa? Just the image of any of the towering men dwarfing your body, stuffing you full, forcing you to take all of them makes you clench and you whimper as strong hands instinctively tighten at the movement.
But when they move, you’re sure it’s Aran, the movements too careful to be Hakuba, but too confident to be Hyakuzawa and you don’t even have the energy to make any sounds other than high pitched squeaks as he ruts in and out, Komori’s hand still continuing to comfortingly rub your back as Kuroo whispers praise after praise in your ear. And you feel yourself drop into subspace, wholly trusting Kuroo to take care of you as your mind blanks out and you feel like you’re floating in a world of pleasure as they continue to use you, making sure everyone has a turn or two or three inside of you.
It’s not until you feel your arms being unchained, your body released and gently maneuvered into a lap, Kuroo’s deep voice bringing you back to him as he murmurs words of praise and love that make your heart soar, his arms and hands holding you close to him, cradling you, making sure you feel grounded and sure of his presence, that you blearily begin to see the world around you, begin to really feel his firm presence and inhale his scent, begin to notice the aches throughout your body and the mess between your legs. It’s hard to find the strength to even lift your head, but with the gentle aid of Kuroo’s hand under your chin, you finally stare into hazel eyes, purring at the overwhelming love you see in his eyes before you snuggle against him, weak as a kitten. And that night as he spoils you rotten, soaking you in a bubble bath, massaging your favorite body oil into your skin, cuddling with you until your heavy eyelids begin to close, you think that it’s not so bad to let Kuroo talk you into his wild schemes.
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Sanctuary - One-Shot
Rating: Teen And Up (15+)
Words: 13000+
Media: Danganronpa, Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair
Pairing: Hajime Hinata/Nagito Komaeda
Characters/Relationships: Hajime Hinata & Chiaki Nanami, Mahiru Koizumi/Hiyoko Saionji (Mentioned), Kazuichi Souda, Ibuki Mioda, Sonia Nevermind, Izuru Kamukura, Future Foundation (Mentioned), Class 77-B (Mentioned)
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Light Angst, Recovery, Post-Canon, Mentions of intrusive thoughts (self-harm) but not prevalent, Mental Health Issues, Komahina Secret Exchange, Crushes, Confessions (Full tags listed on AO3)
Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, thoughts of self-harm
Chapter: 1/1
Link to the original work
AO3 Summary/Excerpt:
Someone like Komaeda in the Neo World Program, full of hysterics and twisted tongues and horrible ideals that had truly rolled the game into motion – someone he never fathomed to forgive or trust another day, and yet, when he looks at the same man now, he’s overcome with the strangest feeling of hope. Dare he say happiness, even.
Happiness for the fact that they had all slowly brought out the best within themselves despite their trauma and loss.
The hope that contrasted so starkly against their despair, much like the hardships in any average person’s life tends to illuminate the good. It gave him peace of mind, for their second chance at life.
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Written for the Komahina Exchange 2019 (Spring/Summer) for June (notcoolhajime/tamemaki)!
Like most things people call unpredictable, Hinata was certain that his affinity for the unknown, which he considered to be curiosity, really would land him into trouble one day or another.
Though truthfully, he could consider the fact that calling them ‘unpredictable’ in this day and age would be discrediting the progress they’d made since the simulation.
Said progress included days with unspoken calamity sticking under everyone’s skin, leaving nothing but utter chaos in their wake, when even one person was pushed over the peak of their cracking eggshell a bit too early.
They were tired, naturally. Broken limbs and fractured souls and disbelieving eyes, with the distinct scent of a musty kind of smoke permeating the air every now and then even till this day, if only there to taunt them.
But of course, it was a lot to process after the hell they’d been through, and it had taken every bit of those five years to finally make some degree of an inch of difference.
Some days tended to be worse than others, however. Even leading Hinata to occasionally subject himself as a rag doll to merely appease Saionji from bullying Tsumiki to tears every day. In those times, Koizumi proved herself to be some godsent blessing with the gifted ability to calm the storm in mere seconds, compared to Hinata’s droning hours of consolation. Still, nothing could bite more than the exasperated glare the Ultimate Photographer would snipe at him – if Hinata thought about it, it was not unlike saying, “This is why I can’t trust you useless boys to do anything right.”
Quite frankly, Hinata sometimes wished he could share the same sentiment, especially in despite of his goodness-believing heart.
But even on their worst days, Hinata considered himself lucky that despite taking on the burden of helping each of his classmates overcome their problems, they all understood that everyone was making a conscious effort to be kinder to themselves, making an effort to change themselves.
Well…
Almost everyone.
“Oh! Hinata-kun, there you are!”
And of course, as if on cue, he would show up. And there it was… that pestering bubbling heat and increased heartrate yet again. All that for an oft rambling and hope-obsessed clown.
Hinata lifted his gaze from the restaurant table to meet Komaeda, a gentle smile playing on his face, not unlike a warm greeting. Though the boy in question seemed rather… out of breath than usual.
“Were you looking for me?” ‘Is that why you’re panting and paler than a bottle of baby powder’ was the other snarking question he meant to ask, but Nanami had already told him off for being too blunt earlier that morning when he’d accidentally made Tsumiki cry. He wasn’t particularly fond of getting chewed out every time he opened his phone or laptop for work, only to find her glaring angrily back at him through the screen.
Despite being the usually kind-hearted and hyper-realistic AI that he and Naegi managed to restore, she sure was… firm, at times. “Kindness is everything in these times, Hinata-kun!” she’d spoken true and befitting as the self-proclaimed Jabberwock Island peacemaker; not to mention, Hinata’s impulse control.
Komaeda quietly tucked his hands into the pockets of his green jacket, shaking the hood off from his mess of white hair. The same green jacket he’d worn throughout the program, the same green jacket that he almost never takes off. “Well, actually, Naegi-kun is waiting for you outside. He has a shipment for us because of the, uh… rather unexpected weather.”
“…Unexpected weather?” Hinata’s voice lilted in a bit of alarm, “Was there supposed to be a typhoon?”
Apparently, judging from the mystified look on the other’s face, Hinata stood corrected. Still, a small but nervous smile played on his lips, “Not… really? I mean, you see–"
“IT’S SNOWING BALLS DEEP, MY GUY!”
Mioda’s voice hollered out seemingly nowhere, booming through the opened doors was more like an electric jolt bouncing off the walls of the restaurant, loud enough to make both Komaeda and Hinata nearly jump out of their skin. Then again… that kind of volume was something they had yet to get used to, despite living alongside the embodiment of an amplified sugar-rush.
And there wasn’t a surprise in the world that could make Komaeda look paler than a ghost, because as usual, he’s no more than a few tones shy of looking like a ghost. But to his credit, he had seemed healthier than he did in the program.
But putting that aside, to Hinata, her line struck him as rather… peculiar, as he furrowed his eyebrows. Almost incredulous. Almost like she said…
“It’s... what?”
In an instant, the Ultimate Musician marched up till she was merely inches from the other’s face, slapping two hands on both cheeks just to squish them a little as if they were mochi. According to Hinata, saying that her magenta eyes were excitedly sparkling with one-hundred volts of energy would be a criminal understatement, even.
“Ssssssnnnooooooooowwww,” she spoke, dragging out her syllables with surprisingly more patience than Hinata could ever consider her capable of. “Snow! It’s snow, Hajime-chan. It’s snowing, Haji—”
“Ya-huh.” Hinata’s voice dripped in sarcasm, or rather disbelief, “And this here is literally a tropical island.” Even looking outside to the window of the restaurant, it was hard to tell if it was true or not – the skies were clear and blue, after all. He’d have noticed something wrong with the weather in the morning, wouldn’t he?
Komaeda’s lips ghosted something like a grin, “You’re not wrong to be suspicious of a claim like that. That’s what I thought so too, but Naegi-kun came by with winter jackets for us because of the unexpected snowfall. That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier.”
When their eyes met, the gears in Hinata’s mind slowly clicked together every bit of information. Not that he really needed to anyway, as when Komaeda began to shrug off his jacket, it was clear that the poor guy had been out of breath and shivering from being trapped in nothing less than a frosty snowstorm. Still…
A vibration in his pocket. Hinata immediately knew who it was.
“Hinata-kun!” Nanami’s muffled voice resonated as he reached for his pocket, “Good morning, I just woke up a little while ago, but I happened to overhear!” Nanami’s avatar on screen stood with her hands clasped together, eyes glowing with about an eighth of Mioda’s excitement, “I know you’re confused but, looking at the special weather report the Future Foundation relayed to me a few minutes ago, it looks like this is sort of a rare climatic condition on the real Jabberwock Island. Unlike the Neo World Program that almost always had sunny weather.”
She paused to ponder for a moment, “Ah, plus, you know, global warming… I think.”
Hinata’s lips pressed firm, letting out a loud huff through his nose as he watched her expression slightly pixelated, change to a gentle, but thoughtful look through the phone screen. Nanami continued, “I know how much the cold bothers you, but… I’m pretty sure it’s not some kind of ploy by the people to make us miserable.”
There’s a slight lilt in her voice when she says that, almost amused, “It’s been years since you’ve all repaired the city anyway. I think, given the time of year, we should simply take it as it is and make the most of it.”
“I absolutely concur, Nanami-san!” A familiar, regal voice chirped up the stairs from the lobby. Noticing upon her entrance, Sonia had already taken the liberty of dressing herself for the winter, apparently having dug into the new shipment of winter jackets, though Naegi himself was nowhere to be seen.
Being dressed in a baby blue faux-fur and silk trench coat, with Persian patterning at the hem and sleeve cuts, was rather fitting of her dignified but casual style as the Ultimate Princess. A voice from within Hinata’s head (that he didn’t want to hear) said that the Persian pattern ‘was actually and more specifically, an Iranian design, reminiscent of the Imam Mosque in the Isfahan province of Iran.’
Kamukura droned on like a bee humming by his ear, continuously supplying him with even more trivia as if he’d rehearsed the entire history of the Safavid dynasty for this very day. But by that point, Hinata had already turned the volume dial in his brain to zero; a setting that he wished would stay as the default, but alas, he knew he owed much to Kamukura anyway for how far they’d come as survivors of a killing game. Might as well give him some time to shine.
He figured that he’d be bored to death and back again if he too had to be sanctioned off to a corner of some mundane and talentless guy’s brain. Especially considering Kamukura’s lack of tolerance for uninteresting things, it’s a surprise he hadn’t gone into a hundred-year slumber to save himself the trouble of listening to Hinata. Or disintegrated from boredom before then anyway.
Trailing significantly behind Sonia were Tanaka and Souda walking side by side, talking excitably about some new zoo tycoon game they’d heard about. Though with both having become surprisingly chummy in recent years, it wasn’t the most astounding sight to see. But granted, Hinata would be lying if he said it still didn’t make him smile a bit at least to see them joking around and sharing interests.
Admittedly, it was both odd and endearing to see two former rivals in love (or rather, a genuine candidate and a one-sided lovestruck fool) become best friends. It had started off rather straightforward; clearly remembering the day Souda requested, insisted even, that he wanted to sit down with Tanaka and talk to him properly, saying that after taking time to reflect on the events of the past, he wished to apologize for his behaviour in the program and his treatment toward Sonia in the near future as well.
Surprisingly mature, Hinata had thought, and it turned out that the Ultimate Mechanic had in fact matured beyond his looks, greatly, through some damn near ground-breaking miracle. Souda had even taken it upon himself to recreate a miniature version of Nezumi Castle for Tanaka’s hamster companions as a token of friendship.
Saying Tanaka was pleased would, once again, be a rather grave understatement, so far as going to rather shyly pledging his lifelong companionship, in his own unique way, to the teary-eyed young man who’d bowed a full ninety degrees forward.
If he had to think about it, Komaeda really wasn’t the only one who had the power to make Hinata’s heart stir. Every time he would be lucky enough bear witness to a slightly kinder change in behaviour from his classmates, without fail, there would be a rush of warmth filling his chest.
Though undoubtedly a different feeling from the sensation that coursed through him, reserved for just that one person; but Hinata felt that he should digress from such thoughts when the boy in question was standing in front of him, unperturbed and unknowing of it all.
Nonetheless, Hinata would rather have everyone get along in peace. He’d rather everyone build on from their pasts. They’d never be able to forget it, but at least they’d be able to learn from what had transpired.
At least they had another chance at life, right?
“Hinata-kun?”
Yet again, that soothing voice brought his thoughts back to the present, grounded him. Komaeda was definitely still a work in progress when it came to being kinder to himself, but he had definitely grown to love his classmates wholeheartedly even disregarding the idea of talent. For now, this would do.
Grey eyes met green in curious concern, and a kind, rejuvenated smile rested on Hinata’s lips to reassure the other boy.
“It’s nothing.” A step closer, a little bolder, and he let his fingertips barely brush his shoulder,
“Why don’t we all head outside and just enjoy the day then?”
White. Just cold and white.
There wasn’t a single damn inch as far as Hinata could see that wasn’t covered in snow.
Sure enough, as they stood there freezing with frigid air chilling and drying out their lungs, Naegi had sent them off with a wave accompanied by a dashing smile and a carefree, “See you later, don’t get sick in the cold, Hinata-kun!” leaving the winter supplies behind, heating system parts and all.
Easy for him to say, when he lived in an apartment funded by the Future Foundation. Rather easy for him to say, when he didn’t live on a crusty old island with parts breaking down every other day, hearing Souda breaking out into the hysterics of a banshee-like fit from witnessing his handiwork falling apart due to weathering and bad luck before his eyes.
Though, as always, Komaeda tended to topple the blame of faulty parts onto himself. A bit of a stupid and breathy, “Ahaha… what rotten luck for me to be around and cause so much misfortune on everyone again,” would come out of Komaeda’s mouth every second day, and with Souda curling into fetal position on the floor all the other days.
Hinata had always thought it to be the obviously visible rust and metal-eating acidic residue but, of course, what did he know?
The parts sent along to them were probably table scraps, he knew he could expect that much; despite all their work for the Future Foundation, even rebuilding the city with the rest of his class and doing additional charity and rehabilitation work for the survivors, there would still be passing comments a little too harsh for their own liking. Whether they were on the way to Naegi’s office, or running an errand for Kirigiri, there was always a snide comment or cold shoulder out of nothing but prejudice, but they’d gotten used to it by now. They just had to.
Undoubtedly, they were the ones to get the second-hand materials. Maybe they were still nothing more than an afterthought to them, discarded, removed from society’s ranks like used rags back onto the island where they’d tried to kill each other, though they voluntarily wished to come back. Even so, they were nothing more and nothing less than the Ultimate Despair.
However unkind the few cold-hearted were, over the years in and out of the city, at least most of the members had warmed up to them. Possibly a result of the tireless hours of labor, nursing those who became sickly back to health, and putting their lives on the line for the city they sought to destroy all those years ago, together.
It was the least they could do. Hinata knew by the sickly look on Imposter’s face, or the exhaustion lining both Kuzuryuu’s and Koizumi’s features, that they were all trying their damnedest to do their best and make up for the loss they’d caused.
Even through their worst days, bickering and hair pulling and terror riding through their bones, they tried their best while rediscovering the bonds they had once forgotten. That earnestness in those seemingly hopeless yet hopeful days was all that mattered to him. That’s all that should matter to anyone at this point, if he could be honest with himself.
Hinata found himself prying away from the rest of the class, most of whom stood around gawking and poking at the snow like school children seeing a heavy snowfall for the first time in their lives.
Taking hold of the box cutter Souda lent him from his toolkit, Hinata sliced open the top of the second box that remained unopened. Supposedly, these held the parts that he’d later let Souda tinker around with to build what Naegi said was a heating machine, and surprisingly enough, the bottom of the box and the snow under it wasn’t stained with rust. ‘Maybe we got parts that weren’t drenched in acid rain for once’ he found himself joking with a half-exasperated smirk on his face.
Though, if he were completely honest, it wasn’t farfetched from the usual truth at all. The new truth, however…
“We got brand new parts?!”
Souda’s voice chirped, or rather, shrieked loud enough to be heard across a baseball stadium. To say Hinata was merely confused by such statement would be rather dry. And yet, there Souda was – eyes twinkling, almost bright enough to rival Mioda’s one-hundred volts, (though he’d sworn he heard her distant whooping about another machine in the box) immediately digging through steel parts like a fox leaping headfirst into snow if only to bury half its body in it.
A fond smile found its way to his face. Rather fitting, seeing as there was snow everywhere.
Fitting, seeing how from his side profile whilst preoccupied with the fallen snow, Komaeda looked like he could be Souda’s arctic fox companion, ready to indulge in winter’s joy as well; complete with his sly demeanor, bright eyes, cunning wit and charm and… being that kind of unusual but infuriatingly attracti—
“Ah, there’s also a note in here… Yo, Hinata, take care of this, would ya? It’s time for me to finally get cracking on some real machinery.” Hinata’s head whipped back to Souda as he stood, watching him attempt to pop his knuckles but failing soundlessly, instead excitedly stretching his arms over his head now that he’s in his element at long last.
Throwing his hands on his hips and taking a heavy breath in, he looked just like an eager elementary school kid in spirit, just with the body of a 26-year-old, “Just like, look at this! It’s state of the art tech?! I can’t believe they got their hands on this, and I…”
As nice as it was to see Souda excited, Kamukura or not, Hinata had no particular fancy in machine parts, especially something like air conditioning parts. But if Souda could practically get off to it, he really wouldn’t be one to stand in his way.
Yet again, he digressed from that mental image with a grimace on the inside and a polite smile paired with a thumbs up on the exterior. Not even Kamukura had the energy to interfere; for once, the two of them concluded unanimously with what could be summed up as, ‘Yeah, just let the man deal with it.’
The note, now in Hinata’s grasp, however, garnered an interest from both of them.
“To the…” A pause.
He blinked once, then twice. Was he reading this right?
“To the… graduated class of 77-B… this, among some other incoming shipments, are our gift to you.” Hinata read out loud to everyone. It wasn’t the ‘Remnants of Despair’, it wasn’t a vaguely sugar-coated reference to ‘criminals’, it wasn’t any other biting remark or degrading comment they’d grit their teeth and smiled through during their grueling days of work.
Simply, the graduated class of 77-B.
“Despite our differences in the past few years, we here at the Future Foundation have come to acknowledge the efforts that you all have put into rebuilding the city.” Hinata paused, taking a deep breath, “In the past week or so, our dispatched team has done a thorough final cleaning, rehousing any remaining rehabilitated survivors into the buildings that you all have helped to rebuild. There is no longer any need for your services, as we have a fairly capable maintenance team. We will still provide necessities to Jabberwock Island until we can establish finer details for currency, as we realize that it is still too scarce to be of fair value. You are free to return to the Future Foundation for work, or consider this an early retirement or rehabilitation, though the supposed pension may not be grand.”
Pulling the paper away from his face, he carefully read the last line with a steady voice, “For the misconduct and poor treatment due to our negligence and distrust, we hope that you can accept our apologies. Thank you for your hard work. Signed, Togami Byakuya.”
There was little to do but tuck away the letter and let the words sink into his mind. His mouth felt dry all of a sudden, feeling a rush deep in his chest like pain and relief at the same time. At long last… at long last, they could be seen for a little more than criminals. Without a doubt, the burden of their crimes would still be carried on their backs, but…
“Hinata-kun…” Komaeda’s hand found its way to his shoulder, crouching beside him, Hinata unaware of when he himself had come down to his knees at all, “I’m surprised it’s Togami-kun of all people addressing us so politely, I would’ve thought it was Naegi-kun this entire time.” He let out a chuckle at the thought, probably imagining it as well. “But isn’t it a good thing, then?”
“I mean, who knows, Togami might as well have been held at gunpoint by Naegi to write nicely.” Hinata responded, watching Komaeda throw his head down to try and hide his laughter, though he wished he could see it anyway.
He continued, “…But by ‘a good thing’ you mean, to be acknowledged as Ultimates?” Hinata’s eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion.
To that, Komaeda merely smiled warmly, “To be acknowledged as equals, as people, people who have been redeemed as symbols of hope.”
Hearing Komaeda’s words and turning back to him, the way the sunlight caught his eyes and reflected off the crisp and pure white snow made him seem like he was glowing. Maybe he was, in Hinata’s eyes at least.
It made him think time and time again about how things had changed since they’d first arrived back on the real island; they couldn’t even say they were truly “back” because nothing was ever quite the same as the program or the life they had before.
Nothing was the same except for the feelings that stuck to them, buried inside them.
The motivations, the pain, and the horror. All of the ugly aspects and hardly ever the beautiful.
What could you make of the place you spent the most traumatizing days of your life in? The place where you were full of feelings of distrust, confusion, and betrayal, where the wrong choice could be the end of the road for everyone?
The place where you both loved and feared the people you lived alongside? Someone like Komaeda in the Neo World Program, full of hysterics and twisted tongues and horrible ideals that had truly rolled the game into motion – someone he never fathomed to forgive or trust another day, and yet, when he looks at the same man now, he’s overcome with the strangest feeling of hope. Dare he say happiness, even.
Happiness for the fact that they had all slowly brought out the best within themselves despite their trauma and loss.
The hope that contrasted so starkly against their despair, much like the hardships in any average person’s life tends to illuminate the good. It gave him peace of mind, for their second chance at life.
Even Komaeda, despite his persistent self-deprecating ways, had been able to make at least an inch of progress. Maybe not towards himself, but to others – he’d come forward, trying to change his way of thinking, bit by bit each day. Speaking of a new hope, the one that they had built together, instead of the ideal he had to desperately cling to all his life for sanity in a world where fate would backlash at every step of the way. It took an immense amount of trust on both of their parts, but it was worth the risk.
Things had definitely changed. And he was okay with that.
It was only a day after arriving back on the island that Komaeda had immediately started disappearing for most of the day. Whether he was trying to punish himself or test the trust of his overly-kind classmates, he didn’t quite know. Perhaps all he probably wanted, was to merely…
Decay.
Like rotting fruit that was never sweet to begin with, just the regretfully wrong choice to pluck from the tree. The one that would undoubtedly infect the rest of the barrel. It was just a mistake.
Despite the generosity of Kamukura’s skills, alongside Hinata’s well-wishes, maybe all it was that he merely felt obligated to bring everyone, including himself, back to life; for a second chance, for redemption, for “hope”.
And he hated it.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this was it? He was supposed to die, even with regrets writhing somewhere in him, even with words left unspoken, it was fine if he was just left to die. He wasn’t supposed to see him again. He wasn’t supposed to wake up every day, seeing her wrist hanging lifelessly where his used to be.
It didn’t matter if there were things left with loose ends, when a life is taken by someone’s hands or even their own, they cannot come back to life. That was never the reality he was forced to grow used to.
No matter how long he would sit praying with clasped hands and white knuckles for hours on end, incense and prayer bells ringing in his eardrums until he could hear the ringing in his sleep, eyes burning and heart aching for another chance to say, “Have a nice day at work,” just for a mere chance to see the ghost of his hope all those days.
Even if he couldn’t get any closer to them in the time that they were alive, because it was as if a wall stood between them; no matter how hard he ran, the distance never closed between him and his loved ones. Maybe now, he realized, that they were sparing themselves of his horrific luck cycle, only to be struck by it anyway. Hopeless. Futile. Just like him.
At least a realistic hope, void of such grandeur and delusions like a ‘second chance at life’, was the only thing his luck would ever validate. Not some fantasy, nor would it entertain a chance at a happy ending. It wasn’t supposed to, and ideally, he would have stayed dead if not for the meddling reserve course student who he tried so hard to despise. Who he knew he should despise.
But things would have to stay this way, he supposed. Orchestrating another suicide would be too troublesome, too exhausting, too much of a hassle to clean up. Going out in silence like a light without wasting any resources would be the better option anyway, wasn’t it? Even if it was the difficult way of leaving for good. At least there would be no chance of bringing a shriveled corpse back to life.
Though he was buried in his thoughts, Komaeda could make out someone standing beyond the door from the shadows on the ground. Before even seeing his silhouette, he knew who it was; and he knew he shouldn’t even be in here.
The door to the warehouse flew open at last, exposing Hinata under the frame, with yet another stern and annoyed expression as he eyed Komaeda sitting on the dusty ground. Even someone like him would be disgusted after all.
The air between them was mostly silent, as usual; after arriving on the island, Komaeda made sure to distance himself from everyone and drop the act of friendliness out of politeness. After all, no one should have to deal with someone like him for longer than necessary, not even if they’d all done terrible things. He was an attempted murderer, at that, knowing Hinata had figured it out during that last trial he’d heard rumors of. Even if he did feel that he was justified at the end of the day.
And it was always Hinata.
Every day he would disappear from the main island and away from everyone, he’d always be the one to bring him back; often wrapping his fingers around Komaeda’s left wrist in a firm, almost scolding manner, and pulling him along behind him out of whatever rut he’d dug himself into for that day, like some mechanical ragdoll on autopilot.
Komaeda would often stare down at his wrist and fantasize about whether it’d tear right off his arm if Hinata was rough enough with him. Still, intrusive thoughts wouldn’t linger long enough when he could feel the heat of a living person on his skin.
“So,” he’d started that day, “why is it that you insist on holding my hand every time you drag me back? Afraid I might run away?” He spoke in a low tone, something akin to apathy or embarrassment in his voice that he hoped Hinata wouldn’t catch.
Hinata, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered to turn around, “You could say that, and also that you always seem lonely when I find you.”
“I don’t need your pity, Hinata-kun. Especially not from the likes of you.”
That was the biting remark he’d expected. Rejecting, insulting, as if he hadn’t heard it all before.
Still, the way he spit out those words only made him feel the exhaustion he’d carried on from sleepless days even stronger, though he did nothing but treat the brief silence with a near-crushing grip on Junko’s rotting hand, knowing Komaeda couldn’t feel it in the slightest.
“It’s not pity. And I don’t care what you think of me, even as the reserve course student you hate so much, but I know where I stand in this world.” Hinata spoke with a sigh, not letting emotion betray in his voice, nor did he let the insults get to him. One of the many things he’d learned he had control over better in his adulthood than in his youth, evidently, “It’s about time you do too.”
“Oh, so it’s not pity? Enlighten me, then.” Even without turning around, Hinata could feel Komaeda spiraling as he spoke, “Isn’t it rather fitting that scum like me stays isolated in that warehouse, like a bird in a cage?” Komaeda said, a small laugh leaving with his breath at the end. “And what would you know about where I stand? I already know my place.”
“Clearly you don’t.” Hinata slowed his pace down, knowing the conversation was going into uncharted territory, though it needed to be said, “At least, not with the way you’ve been treating yourself even after waking up a second time.”
Komaeda froze.
“Waking up…?”
His lungs felt like someone filled them with smoke, like he couldn’t contain his voice anymore – feeling a burning sensation on his face he’d never really felt before.
“Waking up?!” He stepped away from Hinata, tearing away his wrist like he’d just been burned. Some deeper part of his mind was gravely disappointed that Junko’s arm didn’t rip off from his flesh and skin right then and there.
Left to bleed out, though it would only be his own fresh blood. Junko’s would be nowhere to be seen.
“What would you have done if we weren’t in the program? If we had died for real, like we were supposed to, then what would you have to say to everyone who died? That’s not how this world works!”
Komaeda started to pull at the fabric of his jacket in frustration, to the touch it was shabby and damaged and discoloured, even beyond its physical appearance – just like him. Hinata still wouldn’t fully face him, and that only aggravated him further.
Arrogant, foolish, reserve course student.
His eyes widened, throwing himself further into shouting out, “You call your hope, some gaudy and artificial rebirth, ‘waking up’? And for what, the sake of criminals who destroyed the world—?"
“Get over yourself, Komaeda.” Hinata finally snapped back to the other boy. He’d done his best to keep his composure, and he wasn’t about to mess up entirely now, “Thinking of yourself at a time like this when everyone has a second chance to redeem themselves. You think we don’t know what reality is? You think I liked waking up those first few days to see the face of a murderer looking back at me in the mirror? You think I liked having to throw up because I felt sick of myself for deaths which I had little to no memory or feeling of remorse for? It’s not like any of us expected to even have another opportunity.”
Hinata’s sucked in air through his teeth sharply, jaws clenched tight when they weren’t moving, feeling something like adrenaline in his veins. Adrenaline, he thought, or maybe anger.
“Komaeda, do you honestly think I haven’t regretted waking up, even once?”
Hands that he didn’t realize were tightened into a fist pulled a little harder, watching Komaeda’s anger slowly drain from his expression, “So, what, are you going to tell victims like Koizumi and Mioda they don’t deserve another chance at life because of who they were? This isn’t just about us, but are you going to deprive yourself of another chance just because you’re hung up on the past? Give me a fucking break.”
Komaeda couldn’t do anything but stay silent, this time not meeting Hinata’s eyes, but letting the warm air and the scent of summer rain on asphalt fill his lungs and slowly wash out the frustration he’d felt moments ago. Once again, it was always Hinata.
It was always Hinata who managed to both infuriate him and ground him every time.
“Then again, I never could understand that ‘hope’ of yours, even at the very end. Still…”
Letting his now quivering grip relax, Hinata took another deep shaky breath, closing his eyes for just a moment to figure out what he wanted to say. There was no room for mistakes, especially when he had an opening like this with someone like Komaeda Nagito.
“You’re allowed to be angry at the outcome, I can’t dictate how you’re meant to feel. But I know you still have a place in this world, despite everything. Even if it’s difficult to remain here, you still belong with us, as an equal in 77-B. As a friend.”
At those words, the tension seemed to dissipate slowly; but there was still never any sure telling, Komaeda could revert right back to building those thorn walls around him, desperate to keep well-wishers out lest his luck bring them misfortune. But Hinata needed the change.
They wouldn’t be able to move forward without the acknowledgement alone; he wanted to move forward with everyone no matter how long it took, including Komaeda. Especially Komaeda, even if he couldn’t quite understand why he was so desperate for him to follow.
“Not even your luck can stop you from taking pleasure in the simple things in life. Not as long as we’re around to support you. But nothing will change unless you want it from your own heart… though, just so you know, I do want to see you happy someday.”
Hinata reached for his hand, his real hand, and smiled gently despite everything – to remind him that everything good and everything bad in their lives was most definitely real, that he wouldn’t be alone when facing them, that there was better means of retribution that didn’t lead them to suffering quietly. Not every bit of damage will disappear, but even if it means some things may merely fade, others will heal eventually.
“Tsumiki took a crash course for counselling and now runs a therapy clinic with help from volunteers at the Future Foundation as well.” Hinata looked to the sky, wondering when patches of it started to change a little from red to purple. “Let’s go together tomorrow, okay?”
Komaeda faced the floor and mumbled under his breath, leading Hinata to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, “Huh? Did you say something?”
At that point he’d also noticed he was still holding Komaeda’s hand. Neither of them seemed to notice or care a whole lot, so of course he wouldn’t be the one to bring it up. Though Komaeda’s insults were mostly empty, but when caught off guard, it wasn’t like his confidence was high enough not to get curb-stomped by the jabs anyway.
“So you’re talentless and hard of hearing too, huh?” Komaeda shot an unimpressed look at him, to which Hinata could merely shrug weakly before the other let out a sigh, “I said, Ultimate Persuader.” Komaeda’s lips ghosted the slightest hint of a grin, as he immediately casted his eyes to the floor, “I guess… I bet it rubbed off on you from Kamukura-kun, but it’s fine. I’ll take you up on your offer, if you so insist.”
And that was that, Hinata supposed.
Though some days were more troublesome than others, Komaeda found himself wandering back to the warehouse less and less to plot the way the Spear of Gungnir pierced his abdomen in the program, neither would he lay on the filthy ground and pray to rot in silence where he lay.
Instead, he’d let Hinata gently grasp the fingertips of his right hand, every Sunday afternoon on their way to the third island.
“Ah… so a karaoke machine, is it?”
“No shit, it’s a karaoke machine. Big brother, don’t you have ears? Or eyes, for that matter? Ones that aren’t always following that cotton-head creep?” Saionji stuck her tongue out distastefully at Hinata, eventually skipping away from the stage where the machine had been propped up gracefully thanks to the heaving efforts of what Souda dubbed one lazy afternoon as, The Muscle Hustlers, Owari and Nidai. Hinata, like most people with at least a bit of taste, despised that name, though at least he didn’t demand a cash refund for violating his ears unlike Saionji.
Hinata didn’t pay any attention to that snide remark either, though he wondered if she merely came around to insult him for fun. After all, Saionji was always full of them, and entertaining or even refuting them would only end up with someone on the verge of tears – usually Saionji. Though it wasn’t her being driven to tears that he feared as much as he felt bad for; it was Koizumi’s wrath that he actually feared. Making someone’s girlfriend cry would do that, he supposed.
After spending a bit of time on his own, mostly tweaking things or vegetating, he’d come out for the invitation to the party at Titty Typhoon, apparently to congratulate themselves on an early retirement… or rather, graduation. And by the looks of the karaoke machine, decorations, and booze on the table, things were about to get rather loud rather fast.
Though, he had to really hand it to Mioda for whipping everything up so quickly; she really was a different kind of motivated when it came to music and parties. On their own, they were enough to make her excited but, together with an alcohol-enthused Kuzuryuu looking forward to the drinks, it was something like getting the already-hyper Mioda Ibuki to chug an energy drink and a coffee at the same time.
Basically, a rather dangerous combination that Hinata would consider getting Kamukura to split an atom would the safer option between the two.
Even Imposter had a hard time keeping up with everything despite being one of the main organizers, and honestly, who could blame them? At least, it looked like everyone had arrived and was having a relatively good time.
Hanamura was busy in the kitchen, whisking away at comfort food made gourmet by perfection; even he had come around to accept that it wasn’t bad to embrace his roots with homely cooking, to honor his mother. For her sake, he’d also given up on perverted tactics and jokes over the years. Though he never quite brought it up, but Hinata eventually noticed anyway.
Everyone else had someone to talk to or something to do – he found Komaeda laughing and chatting with Pekoyama over their soft drinks, Nidai and Owari helping with aligning the lights on stage, in exchange for glazed hams to their hearts content, bellowing out cheers as they lifted giant rods of iron off the ground to move to storage; all the while, Tsumiki stood by and panicked, crying out to be careful as the two of them hoisted everything with nothing but their bare hands and a whole lot of willpower. He saw Sonia, Gundham, and Souda playing card games at their own table, watching Sonia slap down a card with a triumphant grin and watching the other two crumble before her. Fuyuhiko, on the other hand, he spotted near—
“Hinata-kun?” Nanami’s voice chirped beside him, snapping him out of his trance. He’d almost completely forgotten that she’d woken up for the party. He huffed at himself, some insensitive friend he was. “Sorry, it’s all good Nanami. I was just thinking about… things.”
“You were spacing out and looking at everyone. Especially you-know-who.”
“You-know-who?” He snorted, “What are you, a grade schooler?”
“You-know-who means Komaeda-kun.” She bellowed out the last part louder than she needed to, and, naturally, the man in question whipped his head around at the sound of his name.
Hinata felt like sweating buckets. Or being struck by lightning. Nanami, on the other hand, relished in his embarrassment and waved at Komaeda through the screen, which he had cheerfully reciprocated before turning back to Pekoyama who merely smiled between the four of them.
He took a deep breath.
“That,” he jabbed toward the screen, “Was unfair.”
Throwing his back to the wall again, he huffed irritably, only to hear Nanami chuckle quietly, “Sorry, sorry. But tell me honestly, do you see it too, then?”
Hinata’s eyebrows creased a bit at the question, “See what?”
“The way everyone has grown.”
A somber atmosphere settled between them at those words, “Yeah. I do.”
Hinata cast a small smile at her, which she warmly gave back. She exhaled, as if letting out all her worries in one swift action. Hinata wished it were that easy, but he was more than grateful to see that his friend could allow herself to relax for once. “Well…” she spoke, glancing at each of her classmates, “I’m glad I got to see it, even if I’m not exactly… real.”
Hinata stiffened, “What are you saying? Of course you’re real.”
His crossed arms let down, hands folding behind his back as his head turned towards Nanami, who idly fidgeted with the cuff of her sweater like a nervous child, “You existed in all of our lives as our friend and you’ll always be our dearest classmate. You’re undoubtedly real to all of us.” His chest ached a bit as he said so, knowing full well about all that Nanami had done for everyone, knowing full well what Nanami means but refusing to truly acknowledge that.
He supposed it was a bit selfish of him, to live in a bubble of ignorant bliss when the irony was that he’d been fine with accepting reality every other way. But this way was still too difficult, even for him.
“You’re the one who’s been helping Tsumiki with the therapy sessions after all. Helping all of us. There’s no way I could ever forget that.” He felt a knot in his throat that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he swallowed, strangely enough. Though there was nothing particularly emotional going on unless loud music, friendly banter, and a celebration they’d make sure to remember truly counted.
Somehow, he still felt like crying of all things.
“Ah… I was trying to keep that a secret… but it’s okay.” She smiled, and Hinata knew that no computer monitor would be able to contain her warmth and kindness. “It’s funny… I guess I’m a bit of an existentialist, even if I don’t quite exist.”
Hearing those words, Hinata found himself hesitantly opening and closing his mouth, wanting to refute them; he knew everyone still had their sore spots, but above all he knew how much Nanami had to suffer all this time. Each and every one of them had suffered.
But Nanami… she had to watch them gruel through the whole process, every day, even when the others were vile with each other during their first few days of waking up. Even when things felt like they were getting better, someone or another would relapse, and Nanami, without fail, would be there to rescue the deteriorating situation when Hinata had his hands tied.
Not knowing how to say it properly, Hinata subconsciously patted the top of the monitor, getting a confused sound from Nanami before awkwardly shoving his hands back into his pockets. “S-sorry… still not quite good at the whole ‘emotions’ thing.”
“Mhmm…” She laughed, “Neither are any of us, but that’s fine, Hinata-kun.”
Their quiet chat was soon broken by Mioda’s voice on stage, beaming and hopping as she asked everyone to find seats, before bringing out a shoebox with a hole on the lid. According to her, whoever’s name would be drawn from the box would be first up to sing; karaoke was going to be consisting entirely of her favourite songs from anime and video games of her choice, with the singers completely randomized, meaning, it was a matter of luck.
Luck.
And his thoughts, as always, trailed right back to the Ultimate Lucky Student, who he found with his hands knitted together gracefully as he looked up at his friend on stage with an encouraging smile. Mioda, having caught his attention, all but winked back.
Rattling the whole box like a pair of maracas, Mioda eventually picked out a scrap piece of paper from out of the box with her eyes squinted shut, peeking out one eye like a child once it was unfolded.
A cattish grin on her lips as she read out the name, “Ibuki picked… Ko-ma-e-da Nagitoooo-chaaaaaaaaaaaan!”
Pointing straight at the seemingly unlucky winner, who sat with an expression that changed from his warm smile, to somewhere between giving up and straight up petrification as he slowly stood, getting a handful of cheers from the rest of the class.
Maybe it was the lights, or the way Komaeda was practically glowing as he climbed up on stage, that made him more emotional than usual. Hinata didn’t think often about his feelings, lest they get carried away and become something like infatuation.
He wondered, quietly while casting a glance to the computer screen again, if Nanami could analyze and pick up on the storm of emotions whirling in him.
“Okay! So, I’ll only play a song you know from some anime that we’ve watched together, if you’re cool with that!” Mioda chattered away as she stuck her face into the amp, adjusting frequency levels with enough skill and precision that there wasn’t a second of feedback. Komaeda all but shrugged resignedly, legs stiffly pressed flat together, and hands clasped tightly in what looked like nervous habit… awfully cute, if Hinata could be honest.
Mioda stood up, microphone in hand and whispering into Komaeda’s ear, his expression going from anxiety, to surprise, to anxiety again.
“Really?” He looked unamused at whatever she’d said, exasperated even, before he went right back to being nervous, “Mioda-san, you know I can’t sing, I’ll only hurt everyone’s ears,” he’d whispered back with urgency, almost with a bit of shyness, unaware that the mic was picking up on his voice perfectly despite whispering.
“You’ll be fiiiine, Nagito-chan! I’ve heard you since before, you’re amazing!” Mioda hugged him from the back and squeezed, while Hinata felt the slightest twinge of jealousy that she got to hear him singing before.
“Oh… please don’t say that about tr—” he stopped himself, shaking his head, “About me.” He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, “But if you insist…”
Mioda winked at him, pointing a one-hand finger gun at the karaoke machine, the music turning on as she “shot” it. Faintly, he could hear Fuyuhiko curse in disbelief, “How the hell…” before being hushed by Pekoyama. As the lights everywhere else dimmed, Mioda’s voice was heard once more, “Nagito-chan will be singing ‘Song of Truth’ by Do As Infinity!”
The sound of the instrumental filled the room, most notably, the sound of a stringed instrument. “The jinghu,” Kamukura supplied, “It’s a Chinese instrument known for its unique high-pitch melody.”
Hinata suppressed a sigh, resisting the urge to whack his forehead, as if it’d do anything but sting, but begrudgingly stored that information in his brain anyway. He tuned out everything, focused on the boy on stage; visibly less nervous, much to Hinata’s relief, though he kept his eyes shut, he could’ve sworn Komaeda peeked and smiled at him before taking a deep breath.
The first few words from him resounded.
A melodious hum reverberating from quiet lips, foreign, but sweeter than honey. It’s just as calming of an effect – it’s not overpowering, not really, but the sound has a way of making gears click into place, make the lights seem less glaring, but a softer bloom instead; it made him glow in a manner that’s ethereally… beautiful.
Charmingly complimenting the soothing grace carried in each note of his song, and the way his silver eyes would momentarily betray melancholy even in low light.
It trailed goosebumps up Hinata’s arms.
Hinata knew that he wasn’t the only thoroughly mesmerized in the room, but in some ways, he couldn’t be bothered to take his eyes off the boy who’d made a prisoner out of his attention, much like his own heart as he’d begrudgingly learned over time. As he’d learned of the unwavering and pure affection, he accepted it with endearment little by little. Komaeda wasn’t such a bad guy, after all.
Misguided, surely, but it wasn’t like they weren’t all at fault for what had transpired. It wasn’t like Hinata didn’t have blood on his own hands, despite taking a different name and form.
But at their core, there was no lying about it. They weren’t bad people. There was still time to learn and recover from their pasts. And they had, Hinata was certain that they most definitely overcame their greatest hurdles.
And now that the bigger storms were calmed, there was still time to take Komaeda’s hand and show him what it’s like to live without fear; with unconditional… love, was it? Love from himself and their classmates, their friends. It would be okay, so long as they kept living and pushing forward.
Being with Komaeda, growing alongside him, learning, and understanding him over the years… it had only affirmed his affections, it had only made him want to stand beside him and help him be happy, just as he had done the same for him on the many nights Hinata would break down.
Hinata listened to the song, not bothering to filter the way the words strike him any longer. He’d simply let his emotions flow knowing he couldn’t push them away quite as easily anymore.
He would stop pretending that he wasn’t shamelessly staring, watching the way his expression would crease just slightly at the more difficult lines, at the stronger notes.
He would stop pretending that he didn’t notice how Komaeda had started to take care of himself a little more, even if it was out of reluctance. He would stop pretending that he didn’t appreciate how he went out of his way to support his classmates through difficult times and moving past their sins, even if he was still rough around the edges.
He would stop pretending that he didn’t care, or that he didn’t have feelings for him, as much as a mess they both were.
As Komaeda’s song came to a close, the rest of the class broke out in cheers and praise, most of them hollering in surprise at Komaeda’s bit of hidden talent as he stood there like a nervous doe.
In the back of his mind, Hinata thought it to be rather timid for someone who’d threatened to blow up five islands, but he felt that he could be cut some slack from all that nonsense. Nothing quite made sense back then, after all, but he was happier to know the real Komaeda.
All the while, Hinata felt suddenly overwhelmed with just how empty his lungs felt after everything and rushed out for air as discreetly as possible. Though trying to be inconspicuous, he was sure at least Nanami would have noticed… unless she fell asleep, that is.
Nonetheless, Hinata slipped out the front door quietly amidst the chaos, taking in the chilly air in deep breaths as he placed himself on the nearby bench, suddenly taking notice of the ice-skating rink near the ruined beach the others had probably set up.
He was sure that the third island wasn’t the cleanest island, rather, it was the one that held the second-most amount of junk right next to the fifth – but all in due time, he supposed, every last one of the islands would be properly cleaned up soon enough now that they were done with the mainland.
After what he guessed was ten minutes, he could very faintly hear Sonia’s voice in a duet with Owari; a surprising but lively combination, and the song seemed to be fairly upbeat even if he couldn’t make out the words.
Even so, it warmed his heart. Maybe because he felt like a forty-year-old in a twenty-seven-year-old’s body, it was like the world moved far too quickly during his youth. There never was much time for him to really be a teenager, if he really thought about it.
There was too much going on between the blurred lines of his childhood memories, the bandages, the arguments in the kitchen, all while he poured hours day in and out into his studies for cram school and exams; and then there was Hope’s Peak, and all the pain and frustration and longing to be significant that came with it.
It consumed those years, burning them faster than cotton, like his life was nothing more than fodder for entertainment and testing the limits of ground shattering low esteem for a boy who knew no better than to give up his body to some greed-driven scientists, and that if some cruel God was out there taking pleasure out of his hellscape of a life, well… he knew that by the fact that he was still alive meant that he had the last laugh, at least.
The sound of boots crunching in the snow approached from behind, and, lucky him, it was Komaeda with two hot drinks in his hands. “So, this is where you disappeared, huh?”
He sat down beside him, shivering a bit at the touch of the frozen bench before handing Hinata his drink, appearing to be the hot tea that Koizumi prepared with Sonia much earlier. “My singing was pretty atrocious, huh?” He laughed softly and glanced towards the fairy lights decorating the posts and fences outside, right before Hinata’s eyes went wide, “What?! No! Of course not, it was amazing, I didn’t even know you could sing that beautifully— I just… needed some air.”
Komaeda looked at him with skepticism, though the light bit of pink on his cheeks betrayed otherwise; that biting look of ‘reserve course student’ had been long gone, but he probably still enjoyed lightly jeering on Hinata on a good day. “Hmm… well, if you say so!”
A beat of silence passed between them, with nothing but the gentle lapping sound of the ocean shore, and the muffled music and cheers from within the music venue.
Hinata loved moments like this, where even if it was silent, Komaeda’s company never quite felt anything except comfortable. If they were still in the program, undoubtedly, he’d probably beg to differ but… now that he got to know about his favourite side of Komaeda, things were different to say the least. It reminded him of the Komaeda that waited for him to wake up on that otherwise strange and terrifying day.
“Say, do you think we’ve changed since waking up?” Hinata spoke quietly, as if worried he’d break the solemn atmosphere.
Komaeda shifted in his seat, smiling, “Without a doubt, Hinata-kun.”
Hinata looked up to the sky; hoping the clouds would clear soon. It had been a while since he’d seen the stars in their full glory, and even now, there were still days when parts of the sky seemed more purple than blue.
Like the sky, they could never completely heal either, but even that was alright. Healing was never a straight path in the first place. “I’m glad you think so too.”
“It’s actually funny you mention that – Pekoyama-san and I were talking about the past as well… how much we’ve changed as a class.”
Komaeda spoke somberly, watching his expression become something like nostalgic, his breath coming out as visible puffs of hot air at this time of night, “We talked about how we both considered ourselves tools for a greater cause, we never really put much value on our lives until our loved ones would say otherwise with their near-dying breath.” Komaeda paused, lazily rubbing his thumb over the length of his fingers in a half-hearted attempt to keep warm and smiled.
“I always knew she was pleasant and a great symbol of hope to me, but… now that I got to speak with her a little more, she really is a wonderful person… I guess we both had a lot more in common than we thought, huh?”
Hinata nodded, quietly scraping, folding, and smoothing the compacted snow with the tip of his boot, as he listened to Komaeda talk his heart out for once, “Ever since that day you brought me out of the warehouse, and every time I would try to hide again, you would be the one to help sever that need to hurt myself. And I…”
Komaeda fell silent, taking a shaky breath, making Hinata finally look back at him. His head was lowered to where he couldn’t meet his eyes, the streetlights catching the white of the snow and the white of his hair, and Hinata had to all but resist the urge to pull him close and comfort him.
“Do you remember the day we were all in the restaurant during a typhoon, Owari-san had taken up a blindfolded eating contest against Nidai-kun? Owari-san had won that, and when Saionji-san started to make fun of her, she playfully stuck a pork rib bone covered in sauce on the back of her kimono and it got stuck there like glue.”
He smiled meekly at the memory, lifting his head again, “I don’t remember a time since we woke up that we laughed that hard. I probably wasn’t one of the people that laughed too much, I think. Because when we collected ourselves, I’d… broken down already.”
The memory from five years prior was vivid, even today. He remembered standing close by the entrance of the restaurant, seeing at least three people doubled over, and Hinata in tears. Even somewhere in his hardened heart at the time, he felt joy.
A different kind of warmth, like being together with a family. Feeling a fleeting but all too real spark of happiness.
That joy was short lived when the reality started to set in. That sweet happiness had a rather bitter aftertaste when that single thought crossed his mind.
I tried to murder these people.
Overwhelmed by guilt, by frustration, his knees buckled as if the weight of his actions suddenly took a heavy toll on him, like the crossed wires in his brain had struck some semblance of clarity, and before he could understand what was happening or how he was really feeling, he began sobbing like a child.
Everything he had tried to do in the program was what he had known to do since the start, since the beginning of his life, in order to counter his luck and find the one thing that could defy it – hope.
And yet, it was all wrong. If it weren’t for Hinata, then they wouldn’t be here, laughing, crying, creating a new life together because they were forced into a life or death game at the prime of their youth, when they should have been trying to find a way out.
He was the one to tip the scale, he was the one to spark the fuse when it didn’t need to; at the cost of his own life, it was fine, but now when he looked at the others, he felt a tightness in his chest. He always despised dirty tricks, and he never was a good liar. Yet, he found that he did nothing but cause calamity.
It suddenly felt clear as day how wrong he was, even if it was his means of surviving all throughout his childhood; what good was that when he was there to merely throw away his life?
How selfish of him to play some sacrificial God and right their wrongs when, as Hinata had said that there was always, always another way out that didn’t have to have them suffer. So, Komaeda cried.
He cried like someone truly had died, crying out apologies over and over to no one in particular, like the child who had seen his parents get killed before his eyes once more, traumatized again and again like a pearl in its shell. And just as imperfect.
He realized what he was trying to destroy for an ideal world when a world like that never existed, it was simply the imperfect yet endearing reality before him. And that, if this is how reality is today, then Hinata truly had forgiven him, and not out of reluctance – and he knew that he’d accepted Hinata as well. Amongst all this, not even realizing when Sonia, Hinata, Koizumi, Nidai, and his other classmates had knelt beside him, confused and apprehensive and worried but still kind in the gesture alone.
To comfort him of all people. They weren’t close, and yet… somehow, he felt that they could understand his regret and frustration. After all, they carried their own mistakes as well.
Somehow, Komaeda had to make it up to them one day and gain their trust, even if he wasn’t worthy of it.
But for now, things were fine as they were.
He was… happy, with the way things were now.
Hinata exhaled, finally bundling up that bit of courage and letting his hand rest on the other’s shoulder and squeezed lightly; he wouldn’t admit nor deny the fact that he likely moved a few inches closer, not that it really mattered. “If I can be honest, I was wrong about you. You’ve… grown a lot since before.” he said, sticking out his legs to stretch only to hear his knees pop embarrassingly loud. Joint pain in your mid-twenties was a different kind of hell altogether, and his timing was impeccable.
“S-sorry, that was—” He cleared his throat, only for Komaeda to smile and give an understanding nod, “Anyway, I’m glad that you don’t see yourself that way anymore. I’m glad that you gave everyone a chance, and most importantly, yourself.” Hinata’s voice softened, something like affection and pride welling in him.
“I don’t want you to have to worry about your luck, or your health. After all, his luck will balance it out and… with how your treatment has been going successfully, I think we’ll be okay.” Hinata tried to ignore the way Komaeda quirked his eyebrow at the way he referred to Kamukura, but everyone and their mother probably knew about that complicated internal conflict already, “Kamukura and the others have been trying really hard and if they come out with a breakthrough. It’d be huge not only for us, but for anyone else affected similarly.”
“Us…?” Komaeda hung onto that word, feeling a tightness in his chest. Hinata floundered to cover his embarrassment, but all the other boy did was laugh it off delicately.
And in one graceful motion, he stood up, boots crunching in the snow as he took Hinata’s wrist in tow behind him. A small grin rested on his face as he tugged Hinata, who followed without much question, to the ice rink.
Hinata stretched slightly after sitting for so long, carefully glancing between the ice rink and Komaeda, not quite enjoying the implication of him looking so lost in thought. “So, Hinata-kun, how badly do you think it’d end if we tried skating with snow boots on?”
“Huh…” Hinata looked back at the other with a mildly impressed grin, “Look at you, taking risks for once in your life. But sorry, I don’t know how to skate.”
“Neither do I!” He joyfully replied, as if that were any more reassuring, “And as if me living and breathing isn’t already a risk,” Komaeda retorted, albeit those words were more playful than morbid, “Besides, if we fall through thin ice and end up with hypothermia, I could very well blame Kamukura-kun’s luck, couldn’t I?” he laughed, sticking a foot out at the edge of the rink to test just how slippery it was.
Hinata grinned something mischievous, and at that, he took hold of Komaeda’s shoulders and shoved themselves out into the ice, both of them speedily spinning out of control for a moment while gripping onto each other’s arms for safety across the makeshift rink, like there was nothing but melting butter beneath their feet. Or, well, ice really would be close enough.
Immediate regret, if their cries of panic were anything to go by; it wasn’t one of Hinata’s brighter ideas, but he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t fun either. It was rather surprising with how their balance, or rather lack of it, didn’t get them killed was a mystery as they found themselves twisting and slipping in every direction.
Komaeda eventually crashed into the pile of fresh snow, having given up on a graceful landing, with Hinata following closely and just barely crushing him – instead, he’d landed on the man’s prosthetic arm on his stomach, cursing as he did.
Though the slight adrenaline was still running through him, Hinata immediately pried himself off the snow, worriedly taking hold of Komaeda’s arm to check it for any damage and babbling, “I-I’m so sorry, are you hurt? I didn’t mean for things to get that crazy…”
He didn’t look back at Komaeda, feeling too embarrassed for practically crushing his arm in a stunt, and instead pulled the hand closer to his face, furrowing his eyebrows and inspecting between the metal joints and slender fingers that weren’t quite unlike Komaeda’s real hand. He wasn’t quick to notice that he was far from being in pain either, rather the silent realization that he had been holding his hand rather intimately hit him like a truck, heat pooling in his cheeks for reasons beyond the chilly weather.
“Don’t… worry about it, I’m absolutely fine.” He smiled it off, watching Hinata give it one last wary eye to the prosthetic and back to Komaeda, before setting the arm down. Hinata sat looking down at the other lying in the snow, who had by then closed his eyes and breathing slowly, stretching his arms far out as if he was making the slenderest snow angel the world had ever seen or hugging the wide-open night sky.
With a heaving breath and an endearing gaze, Hinata broke the silence, “I had my doubts, but… you really are still Komaeda Nagito.”
Komaeda’s eyes slowly opened again at those words, “What do you mean?”
“I mean that the boy I met at the beginning of the program, the boy I met at the end of the first trial, and the man I know now… they’re all the same.” Hinata’s voice felt a little tired from all the yelling, but he continued anyway, “I was scared that, I would never be able to see the kind-hearted friend I made at the very start ever again. One of my first friends, who I felt, at the time… betrayed me.” Hinata paused, catching the slight wince on Komaeda’s face.
Though they were Komaeda’s contrived and warped ideals back then, he too was probably shaken by Hinata’s revelation as well… and now, somehow, it made sense when he started to piece together his luck cycle, his absolute dependency on hope, his desire for escapism from such a hellish fate and to merely live a normal life.
And how ironic it was that they had the lives that each other yearned for.
“But every good and bad thing about you, it was still always you, but… you’ve been able to overcome your fears, your shortcomings, with patience.” Hinata felt his heart picking up the pace, but smiled to cover his nervousness, “I guess it just means I can like you more now. Not that I could bring myself to hate you in the first place.”
Komaeda pushed himself upright on his elbows, tucking in his knees and drawing his lips into the slightest smile, “Was that supposed to be some sort of confession?”
Hinata scoffed, “Sure. But you think I’d give a half-hearted confession like that? Who do you think I am, some untalented reserve course student?” Hinata give a weak shove to Komaeda’s shoulder, to which he just laughed off. With his hair dusted with sparkling white snowflakes like glitter, it became clear that Komaeda’s peachy hair had started to grow back, overtaking the lifeless white mid-length; and yet despite the healthier contrast against the snow, he didn’t look any less angelic.
As Komaeda got up off his elbows, shaking the snowflakes and water droplets off the tips of his hair and jacket hood, Hinata caught himself wondering how everyone at the party was doing. When he cast a glance towards the music hall, he could faintly hear the voices of Souda and… what he could’ve sworn was Kuzuryuu, of all people, singing along. Komaeda laughed something short and sweet, catching the same drift as Hinata and the latter shaking his head in disbelief and amusement.
Hinata’s attention was drawn away when Komaeda cleared his throat, “So what about you, then? You’re always looking after everyone else, so it’s only fair I ask about you, isn’t it?”
Hinata’s chest tightened.
“I’m fine, honestly. I’m just glad that everyone can take a break and focus on getting themselves better, since we’re done with the Future Foundation for the most part, you know?” He shifted in place, casting another glance at the sky, and seeing a handful of stars peek through at long last.
There was always a part of him that also wanted to hide behind the clouds when he didn’t want to face the world.
“In that case, you can take it easy.”
“I… really don’t want to hear that from you of all people, but…” Hinata held his breath for a moment, feeling the constraints holding his emotions in starting to falter and creak, starting to feel even more tired. “No. It’s not enough,” His voice hitched at the words that left him.
He had to be much stronger than that. “I haven’t done enough to make up for the damage I’ve caused. It’ll… it will never be enough.”
Emotion flickered across Komaeda’s face, and Hinata hoped it wasn’t pity. “I see…” He spoke, huffing out whatever potential biting remark he had to say. Though instinctively, Hinata felt passive anyways.
Instead, what came out was the simple phrase he’d heard many times before, “Is that really the extent of your hope, Hinata-kun?”
He had heard it so many times before; accusatory, disappointment cutting deep and nestled within those words – the words he heard during trials, like some sort of test that both drove him to the answer and drove him insane with irritation. Knowing, hearing, the incompetency he’d always treated himself with being thrown back at him by a mere stranger the moment he felt like giving up. Even if it was strangely motivating.
Except this time, it was different. When Hinata met the calm grey of Komaeda’s eyes, there was no bite or disgust, his words alone were quiet, careful, almost like a genuine question and not the condescending tone he’d thrown on him and the others during the program. He knew it wasn’t a taunt. It couldn’t be.
“You know… I thought I should’ve despised you when I found the truth. I knew you should’ve despised me with every fiber of your being. But I don’t think you did, not after seeing how you’re still so kind to someone like me. And it’s because of you that I have a new hope.” Komaeda reached out, holding the tips of Hinata’s cold fingers with his own freezing hands, just as he had all those years ago. “You’ve worked hard enough, Hinata-kun.”
Those words were so simple. And so powerful.
“You can rest now too. I’m proud of you, you know that?”
Hinata felt like his heart stopped and started again at double speed. He felt like the lump in his throat just wouldn’t fade. The same one he’d felt earlier threatening to push him over. Neither would the pain crushing his chest keep it from feeling like it was difficult to breathe.
Hearing the same words of reassurance he’d given to the rest of his classmates, time and time again, being returned to him by Komaeda of all people… somehow that struck him with a different kind of joy when he thought about how far they’ve come.
Somehow that struck him with a different kind of grief, when he realized that he was just as damaged as they were. He was taking the brute force of the impact, after all, wasn’t he? He was allowed to cry, he was allowed to mourn, he was allowed to feel frustrated for the trauma they’d gone through watching their friends die, having to inspect their cold bodies and petrified and bloodied faces, having to prosecute the killer whom they considered a friend and standby to watch them be killed, and come back to the reality that they had caused so much suffering in the real world. He was allowed to feel remorseful.
But he had just this moment, and the many more to come, to take a few steps back and try again.
And he knew, that before anything else, over the years he had the chance to create a new life alongside his classmates – and the fact that Komaeda held him silently as he cried, not unlike the way Komaeda did all those years back, gave him closure for the wounds he never noticed were gaping open. For that while that they sat there on the frozen ground surrounded by pristine white snow, there wasn’t a sound in the air but the quiet hum of a song that Hinata could already feel vibrating through his chest, all until his sobs quietened to a single hiccup.
Undoubtedly, it filled him with that same feeling of peace and courage that he felt was strongest when he was by Komaeda’s side, watching him grow as his charming friend, as his kind-hearted classmate, and simply someone he’d come to care about more than he thought he’d like to admit.
But now it felt like it really wasn’t such a bad thing to admit.
He knew how Hinata had been carrying their burden wordlessly until now, watching him over the years and letting Hinata take his time, and the fact that, truthfully, Komaeda’s arms felt like the safest place in the world; Hinata knew he loved him, and though it wasn’t an easy road, he couldn’t say that it wasn’t worth it even if he wished there was an easier path there.
“Komaeda…?”
“Yes?”
“I know you’re not stupid.” Hinata’s voice was only slightly muffled, buried in Komaeda’s shoulder, while his chest and face burned, “You were the first one to figure out the cases and help me even if I was slow. Even if you admittedly made it a bit harder and… I hadn’t treated you properly back then.”
Hinata slowed his breathing a little, to catch his words, to catch his breath, to demand his heart to stop ricocheting off the walls of his ribcage, “So, you know then, how I feel about you. I meant it the first time I said it earlier.”
For the second that Komaeda’s grip loosened, Hinata felt his heart drop – only for him to tighten his embrace even more so, “What, that you’ve been flirting with me for the past five or six years?” He spoke with a devious grin, relishing the way the panic on Hinata’s face became more evident by the second.
Komaeda laughed, “I mean, you pick up a thing or two in therapy, especially once you start to learn about the people around you. Since I’m not really good at these things, everyone was pretty helpful when I tried to figure it all out! Well, talking with others in a way that didn’t weird them out was never quite easy for me, and I guess I still am a bit awkward but… in some ways, I’ve gotten a better idea of what I should say.”
Komaeda kindly ignored the shell-shocked expression Hinata wore at his revelation, albeit he found it amusing, and let that beat of silence pass peacefully. With hope in his grasp, in his arms.
He takes another breath in, the same cold air, the same air that Hinata held with bated breath merely moments ago, loosely wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his forehead on his shoulder as he spoke, “I have always loved you, even when I tried not to. And I meant it the first time I said it, too… in the program, that is.” He pulled away, with a determined look, and the slightest hint of a smile on his face.
And that was when Hinata saw pure confidence in his eyes, in his words, for the first time.
The same Komaeda that was his very first friend on the island.
The same Komaeda that had broken his trust.
The same Komaeda that learned how to live again, who makes Hinata want to live, not just survive, by his side.
“Even now, I still love you. These words… I know they—? I know they seem heavy but, trust me when I say that I’ve thought about it more times than I’d… like to admit.” Komaeda cast his gaze away, that confidence slightly wavering, only for Hinata to laugh inwardly and gently bump their foreheads together in endearment. Whatever made it easier for him to express his feelings, he had come this far at least was more than enough.
“…That is, if you’re okay with someone like me. If you’re okay with me being the way I am right now.”
A genuine smile, warm and gentle and loving despite the cold, rested on Hinata’s lips.
“What better time than right now?”
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Making these tags their own post actually:
To also add that... you're telling me his besties outside of Hinata are Souda and Kuzuryuu now? Them??
That's hilarious and I'm all for it; their dr2.5 interactions sell me on them being a fun trio even if those were Komaeda's perceptions of them, not actually them (lmao @ his version of Naegi). Their low tolerance for his bullshit could be a good influence for him, and since not-Kuzuryuu lightly challenged his lack of ambition in 2.5 Komaeda might want, deep down, to have more vulnerable conversations with them. Both Kuzuryuu and Souda might benefit themselves from Komaeda being unfazed by... basically everything. There are situations where he'd somehow be the most level-headed person.
But dear god would I kill to see an organic progression from their relationships in DR2 to that. Everyone regaining all of their memories makes it understandable for there to be little bad blood from the game; they've all committed atrocities and they'd know Komaeda would behave differently outside of the killing game.
But that's boring! It sweeps so much under the rug for the entire cast! I'd find it much more compelling if their memory recovery was flawed, and/or slow, and/or it felt separated from them somehow- like knowing something intellectually vs it genuinely sinking in. That way you could have the DR2 cast know they should give him a chance, that they can't really hold themselves above him, but still struggle to forgive him for anything or stay alone in a room with him.
I could see Kuzuryuu and Souda start off hating his guts/fearing him, feel really conflicted once they realise his ch5 actions were understandable, become even more so if they start finding out more about his past, and then slowly, painfully start to accept he isn't malicious and has a more human side somewhere in his head. Probably with Hinata mediating every single interaction at first, forcing Komaeda to tone himself down a bit and whoever else is there to endure what he lacks the self-awareness to change.
Maybe there could be turning points where he throws himself into something dangerous for the sake of the group, or regresses into killing game mode after he thinks his bad luck's harmed someone else, and it becomes more obvious to others that he genuinely cares and the 'hope' rhetoric is a coping mechanism?
I kind of want to write this now.
#.txt#danganronpa#i think too much about komaeda recovery don't look at me#also i feel like sonia would be the most diplomatic with him of the killing game survivors#maybe the imposter would be more forward too; they lack everyone else's baggage#but now that dr2.5 suggested it i love the idea of souda+kazuichi being closer long-term lol#*sonia of the survivors besides hinata. obviously.
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mediocrity is a skill in its own right (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)
cw: insecurity in ones self, self hatred, depression yk the good stuff 😐 post time skip
wc: 1.2K
notes: i dont ever edit anything so as per usual no beta i die like a bitch.
you feel stupid. it’s another day past twelve when your body crumbles with exhaustion but your mind doesn’t allow you to rest. you can’t count the number of times you’ve stayed up attempting to shove the thoughts of inferiority eating away at your soul. the feeling of giving yourself up whole only to never be enough. after all no one wanted someone mediocre.
sometimes you wonder would what it would be like to be like sakusa, a person who cultivated a skill into a talent that’s become second nature. maybe if you stuck to one thing instead of throwing things at a wall to see what stuck you would feel more complete. you can’t find it in your heart to be upset at the sakusas of the world or even the hinatas of the world, who have been blessed with both talent and ambition. of which you have neither. you don’t have the desire to be something great, to be standing at the top, to be the sole messiah leading a legion of lost souls but you crave to anything, anything at all.
it was dizzying the amount of times you’ve tried to grow as a person only to be left with the fleeting sense of being just okay. maybe you were selfish for wanting more because technically being half way decent at anything is better than being dogshit at it. you wish you could hold on to the moments where you felt as though you had potential, to bottle it in a jar and let it build up but like sand in an hour glass it always seems to slip though.
you always find yourself telling yourself that if you can spend time feeling like this you can spend energy doing better. but you never do, instead you always find yourself curled into yourself letting the bubbles of insecurity trickle down from your eyes. you’ve gotten good at keeping quiet when you cry, never wanting to bother sakusa in his slumber who found it unpleasant to be disturbed by mundane things.
when you shuffle around to curl into sakusa you’re met with tired eyes looking down on you. you realize that everything that has can be given to you will always settle with dust no matter how hard you try to brush it away. at some point or another, becoming far too exhausting to clean up and way to dirty to keep around. it feels like lifetimes pass as you stare into each other completely unsure as to how to navigate the situation presenting itself on your queen sized mattress. eventually sakusa shifts, gesturing for you to sit up as he reaches over to turn the nightlight on. you wait with your palms folded over each other for something.
“you know you can talk to me right?” he seems uncomfortable, like words he wants to say aren’t the ones coming out of his mouth. “i know i’m not the most approachable person by any means but i don’t want you to be alone.” he’s words are gently, heartfelt. you can’t bring yourself to believe that someone would speak to you with such affection. “i know you don’t reach out when you need someone. i know you’ve been upset for a while i just didn’t know how-”
“it’s not your fault, omi. i didn’t want to be a burden is all.”you wanted to ease some of the tension you placed on him, but when you see his jaw clench, you realize you’re probably doing more harm than good. “i didn’t realize i was being so loud, i’m really really sorry i didn’t mean to make it hard for you.” he sighs opening his arms, you crawl into them with your heartbeat in your ears.
“that’s not the reason why it’s hard for me. i want to be able to support you the way you support me, but you’re about as emotionally constipated as me. fuck, actually you’re probably worse.” you giggle into his chest as he brushes through your hair. “i’m not a therapist or anything but i can always listen and comfort you.”
you tilt your head up to meet his eyes, the tears poking the corners of your eyes were threatening to spill into a whole new emotion. one that made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy even as your head tries to reel them them in convincing you that you didn’t deserve his love. “do you really want to know or do you want to go to sleep and your conscience won’t let you go to sleep without at least doing damage control.”
“babe if you’re going to be annoying the only thing my conscience is going to want to do is toss you out the window.”
“omi we’re on the first floor nothing will come of that.”
“no critical damage then.” he leans down to place a kiss on your lips, hovering over to rest his forehead on yours. “so what’s got your feelings all twisted?” you want to tell him it’s okay, that he should go to sleep, that he has practice in the morning but more than anything you want to let him into the dusty hallways housing your insecurities on picture frames that you can never seem to tear your eyes away from.
“you know like it’s kind of stupid.” he shakes his head, encouraging you to continue. “but i just, i don’t know, really want to feel fulfillment in the things i do you know? but for someone like me-” you’re crying again trembling in his arms as he coaxes you into spilling more. “-i can never really be anything more than just okay at something. and it’s hard because you’re so amazing, almost everyone around me is but i’m just some npc support character. i just wish i had more to offer because you deserve someone better and can-”
“i’m not sure where you got the idea that i am the one that deserves more when i know you offer the world and back to be when i can only give you myself, but rather than that i feel like-” he stops picking his next works carefully as to not unintentionally hurt your feeling. “-you’re spending more time comparing yourself and ultimately end up ignoring the little things that make you reason that you’ve become a pillar in my life.”
“but i’m so so just boring and normal.” he smiles down at you, brushing away your tears.
“you’re the only one that sees yourself that way. maybe you’ll always only see yourself as mediocre but i hope you know that people have define normal in different ways.” he pulls you down into bed placing you on his chest and securing you in his warmth as he continues. “you’re far more than normal. there really isn’t a word that can justify what you mean to me and how otherworldly you are.” he pauses. “maybe extraterrestrial?”
“omi you were doing so good.” it’s hard to hide the laughter spilling from your lips.
“what you don’t like katy perry?” but it’s much harder to ignore sakusa’s growing smile.
#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyu x y/n#haikyuu x reader#kiyoomi x you#kiyoomi x yn#haikyuu hurt comfort#/sakusa#tw depression#tw insecurity#today i offer you this#tomorrow? dare i say more shoujo manga#val stop ghosting your therapist challenge
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Sandstorm - Desert Survival: Chapter 7
Location: Hotel Resort
Characters: Yuuta, Adonis, Kouga & Rei
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< End of memory. The present. ES idol hotel poolside. >
Adonis: (Hmm.)
(It was a lot of fun on our way here.)
(We found out our good friends “2wink” were also sent out to the Chuugoku region and we decided we would enjoy our time in the bus on the way here.)
(We had fun chatting and enjoyed the scenery while we were on the move.)
(We turned on the karaoke machine on the bus and sang and also played party games with Hakaze-senpai who loves them and is good at playing them…)
(We headed towards our destination while merrily having fun. It felt like we were on a school trip.)
(Oogami kept complaining but he appeared to be enjoying himself too.)
(He wants to rise up in the world, so he must have been really looking forward to “SS”.)
(No, he must have wanted to let the whole world know how strong “UNDEAD” is.)
(Thinking back, we haven’t been in-sync with each other since spring and things were awkward between us.)
(But we overcame the summer crisis and showed what we were capable of during the “Nightless City Live”...)
(We should have played a big part in the new “UNDEAD” that would satisfy our current fans and resonate with a new audience, largely thanks to our seniors' help.)
(We were always slow starters, but we were supposed to make a glorious comeback at this “SS” as a powerhouse unit that’s slightly different from the others.)
(That’s what Oogami kept insisting and I figured that could be the case too.)
(But look at where we currently are.)
(We spent a long time on the move, so partway through, we stopped and stayed at a hotel prepared by ES.)
(We let our guard down, fell asleep and when we woke up, we were in a place we didn’t recognise.)
(Naturally, we were all confused. There was someone who said they were on the “SS” Administrative Committee and explained the situation to us.)
(But we don’t know why we’re locked up in this place. They kept insisting that we’re fine and there was no need to worry.)
(And for some reason, Hakaze-senpai and Hinata are separated from us.)
(It feels as though they’ve been held hostage, so we can’t be too aggressive.)
(It’s possible they may be harmed if we do something unnecessary. As long as that point cannot be refuted, we cannot do anything careless.)
(I’m weak. But right now, all I can do is bear patiently with it.)
Yuuta: I have a suggestion.
Kouga: ? What’s up all of a sudden, Yuuta? You’ve got an idea to get outta this situation?
Alright. I knew it, you’re smarter and calmer compared to Hinata ♪
Yuuta: …That’s my character, after all.
Anyway, I looked some things up on my phone while Oogami-senpai was making a fuss.
It looks like the stuff I can do on it is pretty limited because of how things are set up, though.
Kouga: Yeah. We can’t contact anyone from the outside world by callin’ or messagin’ them on “Hallhands” for some reason. Looks like we can’t connect to the internet, either.
Yuuta: It seems it is connected, but we can only view certain websites.
Doesn’t look like we can get help from the outside world using social media, though.
Look. It seems we can post videos on this website.
Kouga: Videos?
Let’s see. Ohh, you’re right. What’s this? “Oasis Videos”?
Yuuta: Yes, it looks like we can upload videos on it.
After the management for “Oasis Videos” reviews our video and checks there aren’t any issues, they’ll post it on the net.
Kouga: Huuh? Review? What’s that? So you can’t upload videos directly onto the website?
Yuuta: It seems the management behind “Oasis Videos” and “SS” are the same group of people. Look, it’s written here.
Maybe the management doesn’t like the idea of us posting an SOS on the “Oasis Videos” website.
Kouga: Hmm. Then, they should’ve just made it so that we can’t upload any videos at all. What’s the point in it? I’ve got no idea what they’re thinkin’.
Yuuta: We don’t know what the management is planning, but if you read the terms, it says they’ll allow MVs or funny videos.
Shall we upload something to test it out?
Kouga: Huuh? This ain’t the time for that! We’ve gotta think of a way to get outta here!
Rei ……… *Whispers into Yuuta’s ear*
Yuuta: ? Hmm…?
This is what Sakuma-senpai says: “Fools. We may be drowning and grasping at straws right now, but let’s use this ‘Oasis Videos’ and find a way out.”
“Even fools and blunt scissors can be useful in the hands of a clever person, but if there is a tool right in front of you and you don’t use it, then you’re simply a fool.”
Kouga: Like I’ve been sayin’! Why can’t you just say that, Sakuma-senpai!?
Talk to us! Stop usin’ Yuuta to speak! It’s pissin’ me off!
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mobile masterlist attempt post
Not all reactions/talks/scenarios/imagines and other requests have been added to this post. As the blog is updated, so shall this post.
Reactions Masterlist
Stray Kids Reactions
A girl group has a similar name and the same concepts and songs as them
Topp Dogg Reactions
being trapped in an elevator with their crush (B-Joo, A-Tom, Xero)
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Astro Reactions
they find out you have a special talent they never knew about
you being insecure about your chubby cheeks
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Their s/o proposing to THEM (S.Coups-Woozi) maknae line to be uploaded
Their s/o can’t get up the morning after
Their s/o has a catlike personality
Their s/o is a little
Ikon Reactions
Falling in love with the new anti-social female member (B.I, Bobby, Jinhwan, Donghyuk)
What kind of Yanderes iKon would be
Someone tries to take advantage of their s/o (Jinhwan, Donghyuk, Bobby, B.I)
ATEEZ reactions
their darling asks them to impregnate them (yeosang)(hongjoong)(seonghwa)(mingi)(jongho)(yunho)(san)(wooyoung) Yandere
types of yanderes (Yeosang)(Seonghwa)(Hongjoong)(Yunho)(San)(Mingi)(Wooyoung)(Jongho) scenario+description
Bts reactions
Their hybrid doesn’t want to wear their leash outside Hybrid
Recieving a handmade gift from their s/o
Monsta X Reactions
their s/o makes them a handmade gift
Hi…I’m new around here, can anyone show me around? Kina
what type of Yandere Monsta X would be *not a reaction*
Got7 reactions
seeing/being shown their child’s self-harm scars/seeing scars
their partner has an asthma attack
catching you dancing to stellar’s vibrato
their partner cant chose a dress for their date
their Idol partner does the gwiyomi song on a variety show
their partner said “yes” to a little boys proposal
a 5 year old asks their partner to marry them
a girl group debuts with the same songs as them
you surprise them while they’re practicing/working
seeing someone they like walking towards them but the person faints
being stuck in an elevator with a foreigner (feat. exo)
their partner brings home a dog and gives it their bed but they don’t tell them
their partner is afraid to travel by plane
being in the middle of an earthquake
waking up in an alleyway and not remembering anything
finding a poisonous snake in their bed
being told they were the heir to the throne of an alien planet
confessing to the person they like but being rejected
recognizing you at a fan meet because you’ve been to so many of them
how they’d want to be comforted
seeing your self-harm scars
you hug another boy but they don’t know it’s your brother
finding out you can play an instrument
secretly watching you sing “Dear Future Husband”
seeing someone with scars and finding out they’re from clumsiness
Nct Reactions
(YANDERE) finding out their s/o cheated on them as a revenge (Taeyong & Yuta) 42
(VAMPIRE) smelling blood that leads them to their soulmate (Jaehyun)(Kun)(RenJun)
(YANDERE) you have been in a relationship before (NCT Dream)
(YANDERE) They found out your taking a birth control pill (Taeyong, Jaehyun, Lucas, Jeno)
(HYBRID) they are wild but get caught and stay in a adoption center until they are adopted
(YANDERE) you’re horny and ask them to impregnate you (Taeil-Jeno)
(TSUNDERE) You tell him that he’s your ideal type (Jaemin only) 33
(YANDERE) you want to meet your family in a different country (Taeil-Ten)
(YANDERE) their s/o caves in to them (dreamies)
(suicide) the boys see that their lover commited suicide (Taeil-WinWin)
finding out that their s/o is infertile (Taeil-YangYang)
(YANDERE) waking up to their darling looking at them and caressing their cheek (OT21)
(YANDERE) their s/o with curly hair isn’t keen on her curly hair and wants to straighten it OT21
(YANDERE) their s/o falls for his fellow member who is also yandere OT21
(YANDERE) When their s/o need a lot of personal space (edition 1)(edition 2)
When his partner helps him during pregnancy (Yuta) (Ten)
(YANDERE) you finally falling in love with them after they had kidnapped you OT21
(YANDERE) (remaining members)(Taeil, Yuta-RenJun) seeing their s/o for the first time (WayV Version)
types of Yandere OT21 (not a reaction)
what yandere nct would want for their birthdays OT21 🌼
how yandere!nct would prefer to be called? OT21 (not a reaction)
What they’d like to call their darling OT21 (not a reaction)
(YANDERE—- Yuta only) s/o selfharms because he hurts their friends
(YANDERE/slightly NSFW- legal line) their s/o wants to dominate
(YANDERE) s/o fakes their death to escape OT21
(YANDERE) Their s/o tries to escape from them 0T21
(Renjun) (Jisung) (Jeno)Finding Santa delivering their presents (Chenle) (Jaemin)
Exo/NCT announcing to their partner that they’re pregnant (Luhan, Baekhyun, Yuta, Ten)
Their band mistaking his twin for them and taking him on stage instead (Taeyong, Jaehyun, Johnny, Mark)
Arguing with their partner over their parents finding about about their relationship (Taeil, Yuta, Taeyong, mark, WinWin)
Meeting their lost lost identical twins (Taeyong, Jaehyun, Johnny, Mark)
Their partner cuddles with a giant teddy bear that helps them sleep (Taeyong, Jaehyun, Ten, WinWin)
(MAFIA) s/o tells them their drink was spiked
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Anime
Haikyuu
yandere kageyama (headcanon)
(scenario) Different Courts (yandere Hinata Shoyo)
(scenario) Bloodied Blazer (yandere Oikawa tooru)
yandere hinata (headcanon)
(reaction) his feelings aren’t returned Yandere Kuroo
yandere Nishinoya (headcanon)
yandere Iwazumi (headcanon)
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Scenarios/imagines/ETC.
(scenario) arranged marriage (Yandere Taeyong)
(ask) How does he not shatter his s/o’s entire skeleton during punishments Yandere Taeyong 🔪
(imagine/scenario) argument (Yandere Kun)
(ask) wouldn’t want to make him angry (Yandere Taeyong)
(ask) s/o with withdrawal symptoms misses dosses, who uses that against them (Yandere NCT)
(ask) How would yandere taeyong act like with a very submissive s/o (Yandere Taeyong)
(ask) what punishments would they give his s/o? (Yandere Taeyong + Yandere Yuta)
(scenario) You Will (monster/yandere Seonghwa)
?Headcannon? jaeyong poly yandere (yandere Jaehyun, Yandere Taeyong) 🍋
(scenario) when the victim wakes up at his place for the first time (Yandere Ten)
(imagine) a boy in a yellow hoodie catches your attention in highschool (TXT Hueningkai) fluff
(ask) What would make him act romantic towards the s/o (Yandere Taeyong)
(ask) Difference between domyan-yandere-subyan WinWin (yandere nct)
Sub!Yandere Taeyong (yandere nct)
(scenario ) you are in a gg and will go solo for the first time and JYP asks for Chan to help you with your songs (Bang Chan) fluff
(scenario) he finds out that his girlfriend is pregnant and about to run away (Mafia Kyungsoo) fluff+angst
(ask) what if their darling suddenly get pregnant one day (yandere nct)
(ask) How would he act around his lover (yandere wonho)
(ask) kind kind of yandere is he (yandere Shownu)
(imagine) Luhan as a yandere’s victim (victim Luhan)
(fanfic) My Strong Rebel (Yesang x Seonghwa)
(imagine) making small cookies saying “ go out with me”, but you eat them without looking baker!doyoung
(ask) I better stay home with taeyongie, right? (Yandere Taeyong)
(scenario) taeyong regretting kidnapping his s/o and apologizing (Yandere-ish)
Love Never-ending (NCT member (unrevealed) x Reader)
Journey to retrieve the Akarnek: Intro (Kris) discontinued
(scenario) Stress In The Night (Chanyeol x Reader)
(scenario) The Beast within the Dark Forest (Minhyuk x Reader)
(scenario) A Run for Forbidden Love (Baekhyun (wang Eun) x Reader)
(scenario) Suho is in Baby Space and only the reader can calm them down (Baby Space/ Little Space)
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Most to least
WayV MTL to date a fan
Nct mtl to accept and stay with a significant other who doesn’t want any kids
Monsta X MTL to kidnap their crush Yandere
Wayv mtl to date someone whose height is 4’11
TXT mtl to date a girl who is into wrestling
WAYV Mtl to date someone as short as 155cm
Yandere!Monsta X MTL to not allow their to visit their own family (Yandere)
WayV mtl to date a 2001 liner
NCT Yandere if their s/o managed to escape, who’d enjoy the thrill of the chase (yandere)
TXT mtl to date someone who is insecure but is working hard to be more confident
NCT MTL where each member place on the sadistic spectrum (yandere version)
TXT mtl date a tsundere
Monsta X mtl happy to have a s/o who likes to sit on his lap
NCT Mtl get a choker/collar to their s/o (yandere)
NCT Yandere MTL to don’t like a dirt mouth as s/o (yandere)
NCT mtL to enjoy having a bratty s/o (Yandere)
Ikon MLT to Take you with them everywhere instead of keeping you locked in their house (Yandere)
NCT Yandere (wayv, 127 and U) mtl to give a sexual punishment (Yandere)
NCT Yandere MtL to love their darling to have childish personality (Yandere)
NCT MtL to have a loud/playful partner
EXO MtL to liking their s/o having a daddy kink
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Snaps/Texts
(text) their sibling wanting them to be picked up after a date gone wrong (Doyoung, Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, and Lucas) older brother
(text) when you ask them for money (Taeil, Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Mark) older brother
(text?) how everyday тeхтѕ are wιтн vernon (Seventeen)
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drama series requests
The Untamed
They see their hybrid is injured/attacked and want to heal them
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Love by Chance
Love Over Pain (scenario)
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moodboards
wooyoung blue (water) GIF moodboard
Date in the City w/ Suga GIF moodboard
Boyfriend Xero GIF moodboard
ToppDogg Forever GIF moodboard
Happy Birthday Yano GIF moodboard
“Sweets” Xero GIF moodboard
“he smells of gingerbread” (Bjoo) GIF moodboard
White Winter w/ Bjoo GIF moodboard
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MafiaTalks
18 I don’t know u at all and I’m not sure I can be with you anymore Mafia Taeyong
17 it’s been what 3 weeks?? I’m tired, I can’t do this anymore Mafia Mark & Haechan (NCT) 🌹
16 we should go on a trip, a trip to a isolated beach would be really good to us Mafia Doyoung (NCT)
15 Yuta, STOP! We can’t keep meting like this, I have a fiancé! Mafia Yuta (NCT)
14 I really think fighting the guys chasing us Is safer than riding a motorcycle with you Mafia Mark (NCT)
13 I’m not changing Jae! This dress isn’t too sexy, don’t you wanna show off a beauty like me? Mafia Jaehyun (NCT)
12 Why won’t you let me join your gang? Mafia Lucas (NCT)
11 I’m sorry for been a brat with you earlier…what if you leave just one man to watch me? Mafia Doyoung (NCT)
10. okay you’ve caught me but how can I even escape here.. It’s like a maze. Mafia Mark & Haechan (NCT) 🌹
9. YUTA LET ME OUT! Mafia Yuta (NCT)
8. since this is a arranged marriage, I don’t expect you loving me Mafia Johnny (NCT)
7. are you seriously trying to convince me the you are a professional hit man? Mafia Jaehyun (NCT)
6. aren’t you excited?! This is our first mission as officially mafia members! Mafia Lucas (NCT)
5. I know nothing about my father’s business please let me go! Mafia Mark & Haechan (NCT) 🌹
4. tell your men to stop following me every damn place I go! Mafia Doyoung (NCT)
3. Care to explain me WHY THE HELL THESE MEN ARE CHASING US?! Mafia Johnny (NCT)
2. what exactly makes you want to involve yourself with this mess?! Mafia Jaehyun (NCT)
1. Are you the one assigned to train me? Mafia Mark (NCT)
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VampireTalks
I don’t want you to suck my blood or anything just so I can stay with you “forever” Vampire Taeyong (NCT)💐
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YandereTalks
YandereTalks 1-80 (79 NCT, 1 Monsta X)
80 Why are you still keeping me here? Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝
79 I’m going to a friend’s party, you wanna come? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🥓
78 seriously? yuta is taken too… haechan…? Yandere Haechan (NCT) 🌼
77 Why are you hanging out with other girls when you have me right here? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
76 no one talks to yandere yuta… maybe I should… Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🌼
75 Its a been a year since we started dating dont you think it’s ok if you let me go for a walk? Yandere Yuta (NCT) 😎
74 I made some cookies for you while you were gone Yandere YangYang (NCT) 🤯
73 you’re so cute, I love you so much Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🍡
72 they came over when you were gone, but I didn’t know they would come Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
71 I’m sorry for making you mad, just please talk to me!! Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
70 With all these punishments, I’m feeling useless Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
69 don’t put me in the basement, it’s dark and scary down there!!! Yandere Mark (NCT)
68 I’m really mad at you… Yandere Kun (NCT)
67 i don’t want to lose you just because of my sexuality…. Yandere WinWin (NCT)
66 wonder if I need to go to doctor to check if I’m pregnant Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
65 mark told me he likes me! What should I do? Yandere Mark (NCT) 🐾
64 can we go shopping I need some stuff like panties Yandere Ten (NCT)
63 you don’t satisfy my needs sexually Yandere Ten (NCT)
62 Everytime your partner is jealous over nothing it leads to “jealous sex” which disgusts me Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
61 Would you mind walking me home tonight? Yandere RenJun (NCT) 🔮
60 I want to leave this fucking house please! Yandere Jaehyun (NCT) 😪
59 can we cuddle? I’m so tired Yandere Jaemin (NCT)
58 I’ll sit in the corner til you understand what a cute ball of sunshine you lost Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
57 why do you keep following me everywhere?! leave me alone! Yandere Mark (NCT) 🍉
56 there is a guy spying on me Yandere Chenle (NCT) ♠️
55 I love kisses and cuddles with youuuuuu Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
54 Where would you want to touch me if you were free? Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~wings
53 I’m scared here in the dark locked up Yandere Taeil (NCT)
52 I’ll try and hang out with you more often Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
51 I’m sorry that I’ll never live up to your expectations of me Yandere RenJun (NCT)
50 would you mind having threeway with us and another woman? Yandere Ten (NCT)
49 what would you do if your family didn’t approve your s/o? Yandere Ten (NCT)
48 could you pretty please go with me to take my dog to the park? Yandere Yuta (NCT) ✨
47 I’m an independent person and you are not my dad Yandere Jaemin (NCT) ☘
46 can i pretty please meet up with my friends? I really miss them Yandere Haechan (NCT)
45 I’m cold *shivers* Would you mind if I borrowed your sweater? Yandere Jeno (NCT)
44 can I go out with some of my friends please? It’s 1 of their birthdays Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
43 I’ve been pregnant without telling you for 3 months Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
42 I’m pregnant with your baby Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
41 i love girls.. i hope that doesn’t change anything Yandere WinWin (NCT)
40 I’m sorry for trying to run away Yandere Jaemin (NCT) 🐏
39 can I spend the night with you please? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌙
38 I can’t tell if I want you to watch movies & cuddle me or pin me against the wall & kiss Yandere Jaehyun (NCT)
37 I can’t accept your confession Yandere Jaemin (NCT)
36 kisses are enough reward though I’d also like some cuddles Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
35 Can I go to the mall with my guy friends? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
34 I’m yours and you’re mine right? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
33 I’ll be visiting my family in Europe Yandere WinWin (NCT) 🐰
32 I think I fell for you Yandere Jaemin (NCT)
31 I won’t take the handcuffs off Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~wings
30 I got A on my last exam and I’m straight A student now Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
29 am I allowed out to buy ingredients to cook for you? Yandere Ten (NCT) 🐺
28 can I go to the gym with my friends? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
27 can I sit on your lap? I’ve been good Yandere ten (NCT)
26 I have exam time right now…Any idea how to relieve some stress? Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🥀
25 don’t touch me or come near me.. I’m getting sick Yandere Jaemin (NCT) anon♡
24 Would you let me violate your body? Yandere Ten (NCT)
23 I saw you with some girl yesterday. why you love hurting me? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
22 can y-you please let me out… I’ve been in here for the last 4 days Yandere Mark (NCT) ⚡
21 a girl likes you…it makes me jealous because you’re supposed to be m i n e Yandere Jaemin (NCT)
20 I didn’t mean to stare… You really are an incredible dancer Yandere Ten (NCT)
19 Don’t worry, You’ll like what I’ll do to you Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~wings
1 You can smash my phone anytime Yandere Jaemin (NCT)
2 Can I go out with friends? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
3 … I love you… Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼 need to find and relink
4 I did nothing wrong, I’m just shy Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
5 kiss and cuddles Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
6 What if you fall out of love Yandere Jaemin (NCT)
7 Can you hold me Yandere Lucas (NCT)
8 Can I start a garden Yandere Jeno (NCT)
9 You deserve your punishment Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~Wings
10 I’m sorry Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
11 Yuta… I’m in love with someone else Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🐰
12 My guy friend told me to leave you Yandere Ten (NCT)
13 why must you act as if I’m so much younger than you Yandere Jisung (NCT)
14 What if Yandere Jaemin wants to share me Yandere Haechan (NCT)
15 wouldn’t it be bothersome if I get pregnant and give birth? Yandere Jaehyun (NCT)
16 I know you want to sleep but I’ve prepared your favorite breakfast Yandere Hyungwon (Monsta X)
17 Can we talk? Yandere Jaemin (NCT) 🐏
18 it’s ok to treat me like a baby sometimes Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
YandereTalks 81-161 (79 NCT, 1 Monsta X)
80 somehow enjoying anything without you feels wrong Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
79 I will not give in to you! Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🤡
78 Oh no, he’s gonna be so mad! Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
77 Can we watch memes? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🥓
76 if you really do love me then why do you leave to see other girls? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
75 Would you take me to a movie theater? Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝
74 you can literally have anyone in the world, why specifically me? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🤡
73 I love my work and if you can’t accept it, I will break up with you Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
72 I just stumbled and accidentally hit the kitchen counter when I went to the kitchen Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🐻
71 Would you maybe, perhaps, like to go out sometime..? Yandere Yuta (NCT)
70 i wanna do things to u + with u Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🧸
69 I’m not bad at pick-up lines Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🥓
68 that long hair in Wakey Wakey looks so good on you! Yandere Johnny (NCT)🥓
67 If you wanted to walk with me you should just asked Yandere XiaoJun (NCT)🦇
66 I have plans tonight Yandere XiaoJun (NCT)
65 Let’s talk later when we’re both calmer Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🔪
64 I wanted to ask you what you actually meant with keeping me innocent Yandere Jaehyun (NCT)
63 Yandere Chenle, but you’re allowed to call me Birdie Yandere Chenle (NCT) 🌸
62 I just want to be able to hug and cuddle you more Yandere Mark (NCT) ☂️
61 can we please sit on the roof or on the balcony when it gets dark? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
60 I think we need to end this, this relationship Yandere Wonho (Monsta X)
59 You are the yee to my haw Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🥓
58 people might find you intimidating but i’m more intrigued by you than anything else Yandere Johnny (NCT) 💌
57 your love for me is not stupid, cutie, i’m touched that you love me. Yandere WinWin (NCT)
56 why you are allowed to fuck other girls? If you don’t stop, I will go and do the same Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
55 can you please be more gentle with me…? I have lots of bruises and they hurt Yandere Mark (NCT)
54 I just watched a horror movie and now I’m scared Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
53 why did some girl stop me on my way to class to tell me she’s your soulmate? Yandere Lucas (NCT)
52 I come here a lot inbetween classes. Is your school around here too? Yandere RenJun (NCT) -Mayleigh
51 it would be fine for me to just have one night stand or quick fuck with someone, right? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
50 are you leaving…? to some girl again…? will you at least come home tonight…? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
49 i’ve been so lonely lately. nobody’s talking to me, but i only need you right? Yandere Jaehyun (NCT)
48 no one is talking to you why is that? Yandere Lucas (NCT) 🌙
47 I can defend myself. I’m not that weak Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
46 my brother said that you are a bad influence for me so I can’t spend my time with you anymore Yandere Kun (NCT)
45 Do you want to maybe.. be mine for tonight? I could have lots of fun with you Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) -3am
44 Uhhh.. hey babe… do you need something?? …………?Victim Jeno? (NCT) 🍡
43 you are the reason i’m still hanging on. i love you Yandere Kun (NCT) ✈️
42 Why do you keep me locked inside the house while you go out? Yandere Hendery (NCT) 🤡
41 I will do what you ask, it is anything in particular you would want from me? Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝
40 i wanted to tell you that i think you’re stunning Yandere Yuta (NCT) 💸
39 I can contact my friends so they can come and help me clean, but I’ll need my phone back Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝
38 we can cuddle and play video games Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
37 Jisungie-ah~ you’re so cute~ do you want noona to eat ice cream with me? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🥓
36 I’m so sorry, taeyong… you’re love of my life too Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
35 please let me go outside, I’ll do anything you want please Yandere Jaehyun (NCT) 😪
34 w-what are you gonna do to me? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
33 Call you Mr. Cool? I can do that Yandere Chenle (NCT) 🌸
32 there’s no point in trying to hide when I can literally see you standing behind that tree Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🦇
31 How am I supposed to tutor you if you just stare off into space? Yandere XiaoJun (NCT)
30 you seemed lonely so I wanted to talk to you, but um… Why is everyone ignoring you? Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🐌
29 I’d show you affection much more if you weren’t so distant Yandere Mark (NCT) ☂️
28 I would rather become infertile than bear your child Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
27 I’m sorry I acted up like that.. It’s just that I need to get out of here Yandere Kun (NCT) 🦄
26 Sorry I drugged your drink last night, but it was for your own good Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🔪
25 I’ll endure any punishment you give me, just d-don’t leave me Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
24 If you don’t let me go, I will find the way to escape and then I will go to police Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
23 It’s my parents soon and I was wondering if I could go see them? Yandere Johnny (NCT) 👼
22 my grandmother is the only relative i have… until she gets better, let me look after her Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
21 I’m leaving, and I’m calling the cops on you if you ever come closer to me Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
20 I’m scared that your going to leave me will you ever leave me? Yandere Ten (NCT)
19 I don’t know why but lately I’ve been craving you so bad Yandere Yuta (NCT)
18 If you don’t want to take me shopping, I’ll just ask someone else to do it Yandere WinWin (NCT)
17 i don’t really want a soulmate… love is just stupid…. Yandere WinWin (NCT)
16 i’ve noticed that not many people come to talk to you, so i’ll keep you company Yandere Johnny (NCT) 💌
15 let’s study together! I have this assignment and none of my friends are available Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
14 Can i please have female lover or sex partner aside from you Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🤤
13 if you’re so Dom, what’s the reason behind the song Whiplash Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
12 I can beat these perverts’ useless ass in a second Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🥓
11 I think I’m ready to sleep in bed with you Yandere Ten (NCT) 🐺
10 I’ve noticed that you come this cafe a lot too. Yandere RenJun (NCT)-Mayleigh
9 *lowkey wants to get many hickeys from yandere!taeyong* Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
8 If you can say the right words and beg the right way, I’ll let you out Yandere Jungwoo (NCT) ~wings
7 I’ll die starving and you will lose your favourite darling! Yandere Jaehyun (NCT) 🌼
6 Jaehyun, baby, daddy please I just wanna go outside please! Yandere Jaehyun (NCT) 😪
5 I get so scared whenever I have to go home this late Yandere RenJun (NCT) 🔮
4 please let me out of the house! It’s been 2 months! Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
3 he is just a friend! Why can’t I see him? Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
2 I thought you would understand Yandere Mark (NCT) 🐾
1 taeyong-ah! can I talk to haechan-ie a bit? he seems nice and wouldn’t hurt me… Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
YandereTalks 162-242 (66 nct/wayv, 5 mx, 4 skz, 3 ikon, 1 ateez,1 exo)
80 I was hiding in a parking lot after escaping from his house Yandere Yuta (NCT)
79 I didn’t know how much longer I can go on with this punishment Yandere Mark (NCT)🍓
78 I really really like you Yandere Jisung (NCT)🚀
77 I’m so tired of sitting inside you can hold my hand while we go outside Yandere Kun (NCT)🐧
76 *looks at the stanger* would you like to keep my number sir? Yandere Jeno (NCT)
75 I missed the train, I don’t know what to do Yandere Seonghwa (ATEEZ)
74 I can give you my number and tutor you if you want Yandere Jeno (NCT) 🦑
73 I haven’t eaten today… I’m so hungry Yandere Jisung (NCT)🌸
72 you’re obviously not in charge anymore Yandere Taeyong (NCT)🔪
71 please.. Don’t raise my punishment.15 is too much already Yandere Johnny (NCT)🐻
70 You ruined my friends birthday party Yandere Minhyuk (Monsta X)
69 Their study buddy talks with a friend Yandere Yuta & Yandere WinWin (NCT/WayV)🤠
68 wont hesitate to punch you if i need to. So just fucking let me go! Yandere Jisung (SKZ) ♠️
67 please not handcuffs or b-b-blindfold… I don’t wanna be alone Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
66 I cant believe you think I should be ok with you cheating on me! Yandere Yuta (NCT)
65 Can I go visit my friends? It’s my birthday Yandere WinWin (NCT/WayV)
64 I’m home alone and I’m terrified of the dark Yandere Haechan (NCT)🎤
63 what do you want for your birthday? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🍦
62 i’ve heard rumors speculating that you’ve been sleeping around with other women Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
61 you make me want to do things to you. Would you like that? SUB!Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
60 I know I’m not allowed to go outside but can I please? I miss my friends! Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
59 I tried to untie myself but the ropes were too strong. “Hello?!” I yelled Yandere WooJin (Stray Kids)
58 please! mark me more, go out with me, please, something… I’m yours only Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
57 One of my friends told me that you threatened him yesterday Yandere Wonho (Monsta X)
56 pleaseee you never let me outside.. just for once and it’s only in the garden Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐧
55 We can always order if you want Yandere YangYang (NCT) 🥓
54 relationships like.. with love and all.. that doesn’t interest me Yandere Chenle (NCT) 🥓
53 I never wanted to make you jealous. I just wanted to surprise you Yandere Chanyeol (EXO) 🐃
52 this possessive attitude has to stop! Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🎼
51 Taeyong wishes he could be like yuta!!!!!! Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🧸
50 when will you show me to your family? i showed you to mine Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
49 cutie you are as cute as I am. You can’t deny that SUB!Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
48 What would I have to do to get your love and affection back? Yandere Jaemin (NCT)
47 I’m leaving. I already got a restraining order, so leave me alone Yandere Ten (NCT)
46 You look so hot when you glare at others Yandere Ju-ne (IKON)
45 I’m older than you. It’ll do you well if you found a girl your age Yandere Mark (NCT)
44 I got A on my last exam and I’m straight A student now! Yandere Taeyong (NCT)🌼 old post that was never linked
43 Last night was a mistake. We shouldn’t have– I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore Yandere WinWin (NCT)
42 Hello, how was your today strange man? Yandere WooJin (Stray Kids)
41 GET OFF ME, TAEYONG! when will you accept that I don’t like you! Stay away from me! Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌠
40 you can’t kiss me,I don’t want you to get flu Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
39 I dont really like you in that way. But we can still be friends Yandere Jisung (Stray Kids) ♠️
38 I’m really sorry that I lied. But please, don’t punish me again Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🐻
37 if you want me to stop being mad at you you’ll get on your knees and beg for it SUB!Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
36 I broke up with you already two years ago, leave me alone! Yandere Kihyun (Monsta X)
35 can I kiss you… and would you please give me my colar back? Yandere Hyungwon (Monsta X)
34 what kind of p-punishment is it this time? Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
33 I could overpower them, I guess that’s why they need chains and mind games Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
32 it’s really uncomfortable for me to wear collar at all times, could you please remove it Yandere Ten (NCT) 🤤
31 I have a fear of any physical contact from male i just want some space for myself Yandere Ten (NCT)
30 ya don’t have to act all aggressive for me to see you as my protector Yandere Lucas (NCT) 🦑
29 yandere!yuta is so rude to my master! he isn’t such a man whore Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
28 Not only did you ruin dinner but you made my friend uncomfortable! Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🎼
27 I’m gonna go out w/ my friends its one of my best friends bachelorette party SUB!Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 👒
26 you are gonna leave me with no water? Yandere Doyoung (NCT) 🔫
25 I’m sorry for being a brat earlier.. I’ll do anything to make up for it Yandere Mark (NCT) 🍓
24 Okay I’m not gonna cook but.. why would I try to kill you? Yandere YangYang (NCT) 🥓
23 get it you want to show me of as yours but are all those hickeys really necessary? Yandere DK (IKON)
22 You never seem to respond to my texts or calls anymore… Do you not like me anymore? Yandere Jaemin (NCT)
21 you’re so cute begging for my attention, what a cutie SUB!yandere Taeyong (NCT)
20 thank you for making me a better person Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
19 Oh well my parents are calling me so I..uhhh…I gotta go but maybe I’ll see you later Yandere Haechan (NCT) 🌑
18 you don’t sleep with other girls like taeyong, right? Yandere Yuta (NCT) 🧸
17 I know what I did was bad, and I wasn’t thinking because I was mad Yandere Jisung (NCT) 🌸
16 I didn’t mean to make you worry… The bruise is not that bad. Yandere Johnny (NCT) 🐻
15 I-im sorry Kun, I shouldn’t have kissed you, if you want to punish me I will understand Yandere Kun (NCT) 🐝
14 what if in the end, I don’t fall in love for you? Yandere Lucas (NCT)
13 I’m not your fucking slave! I want to leave!… I’m leaving! Yandere Yuta (NCT)
12 I’m scared of the storm, could you talk to me about something the you love to distract me Yandere Taeyong (NCT)
11 I willingly left my family and friends for you and you’re not sure about my feelings? Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
10 what the fuck is this is room Wonho?! Yandere Wonho (Monsta X)
9 I don’t know why you forced me to move in! I have my own house Yandere Bobby (IKON) 🐃
8 if you are actually dating that girl, I’m fine with backing off Yandere Lucas (NCT)🦑
7 I don’t want to have kids Yandere Yuta (NCT)
6 A friend of mine came into town and we are going to have dinner together Yandere XiaoJun (NCT) 🎼
5 can you please just let go of me so I can take a bath without you? Yandere Jungwoo (NCT)
4 I think you completely broke me Yandere Taeyong (NCT) 🌼
3 I’m so sorry babe, but I broke your phone dropping in the water Yandere Doyoung (NCT) 🔫
2 would you let me cook for you tonight? Yandere YangYang (NCT) 🥓
1 where have all of your friends gone?… Are we alone? Yandere Haechan (NCT)
YandereTalks 243-323 (……………….)
12 I’ll have to punish you for looking at me like that Yandere Taeyong (NCT)🔪
11 what’s that room on the 2nd floor?and why did I hear voices coming from the basement Yandere Kun (NCT/WayV)🐧
10 I know that you’re mad at me at failing my exam Yandere Kun (NCT/WayV)🦚
9 get OFF ME! You can’t throw me and NOT expect me to get hurt Yandere WinWin (NCT/WayV)🦑🔮
8 could you hook me up with RenJun Yandere haechan (NCT)💞
7 HELP ANYONE PLEASE, Haechan why are you doing this WHY Yandere Haechan (NCT)🌑
6 Talking to a friend, forgetting about studying Yandere Yuta & Yandere WinWin (NCT/WayV)🤠
5 We can study at mine, it’s not to far from here anyways Yandere Jeno (NCT)🦑
4 I’ll take the punishment like a good s/o Yandere Jisung (NCT)🌸
3 I-I promise I didn’t go anywhere Yandere Kino (Pentagon) 😼
2 choose something for yourseeeelf, it’s yoooour birthday, not miiiine Yandere Taeyong (NCT)🌼
1 Do you like shrimp or steak more? I am making you dinner Yandere Jay (IKON)
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Hey, Sparrow. So this won’t be an ask, just kinda a rant.
I know you see that Narusaku’s bond was purely for Sasuke, and you have convinced me with your posts, but I feel like the Manga making it seem Naruto had a crush on Sakura made this whole thing really tasteless. The whole “team 7 love triangle” thing was what earned Naruto the nickname of “the greatest scumbag” in Japan, so to me, I think it did more harm than good. Narusaku’s status as a red herring bond should’ve been emphasized in part 1 more.
Maybe have Naruto bring up Sasuke in his introduction of Sakura or something like that. And also all that bating in the data books you brought up. So then Narusaku wouldn’t have such a big fandom, and this claim Naruto loved Sakura only for rivalry with Sasuke seems more believable and people wouldn’t call him a scumbag.
At least that’s what I figure. What do you think?
Okay Firstly, People who called him 'Scumbag' were only NaruSaku fans from Japanese Fandom. If you go to their Fandom, they'll claim how 'The Last' movie was a total failure and Tickets were cancelled and all that...
But unfortunately, it's the most successful movie from the Naruto Franchise partly due to SP's obsessive promotion and casual fans, who don't care about shipping or detailed nuances want to see their Idol getting married to their 'beloved' Hinata, were pooled into the theatres by large numbers.
So, Don't believe those Japanese comments saying Naruto is the Biggest Scumbag as the One True Gospel. I am not saying they are not true... I am only saying that they are not the Entirety of it.
However, he was called by many names like Trash, Piece of Shit and so on... after the release of Gaiden. That’s a whole new can of worms to open....
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Secondly, Red Herrings are meant to be Extremely subtle... Meaning, It's designed in a way as to not let every tom dick and harry find that it's a Red Herring. Otherwise it defeats the purpose. Only perceptive readers who were willing to look for that Special needle from that Haystack could identify it....
It’s a plot device to confuse the readers as to this is how it’s going to happen or this person is the Chosen One by planting fake evidences while keeping the real proof somewhere else... And after the reveal, the author will smirk and say, 'Heh!!! I put every hints along the way... You never noticed it... Now don't blame me...'. Most people would fall for the obvious one...
These Red Herrings usually are the source of many divisiveness in the Fandom. Not only in Naruto. It exist in other media as well and I've been a part of those fandoms too... The ones who identify those Red Herrings are usually small in numbers and they would be the butt end of all the Jokes before the Reveal. Including myself. But once the Truth was revealed.... The people who trolled us would end up blaming the Author for Bad Writing... Whereas we all will proudly smirk at ourselves and enjoy watching them go mad. It's always a delight to see their melt down and say, 'Well, We've told you so...'
That's why people don't understand why Naruto and Sakura didn't have anything profound after the Kage Summit Arc's fake proposal..
That's why people don't understand why Naruto never felt anything painful when Sakura 'the so-called Love of his Life' was proposing Sasuke right in front of him and on his birthday, no less.... Whereas he looked painful when she hugged him in Part 1. Because not many people could understand that Naruto's painful smile was always for Sasuke...
That’s why people couldn’t understand why Naruto ended up with Hinata when he had a lot more supposed ‘Chemistry’ with Sakura throughout the Manga...
That's why people don't understand why Naruto abandoned Sakura for all those years in Gaiden...
Because there was nothing profound or sincere between them... And it was always a fake...
Even then, Part 2 never gave me a serious vibe about NaruS*ku at any point... All I could see was, Naruto being crazily obsessed about Sasuke and casually flirting with Sakura for fun...
So, Yeah... Kishimoto handled NaruSaku Red Herring in a very clever way and I also fell into that trap... But then I started to ask myself 'Why it doesn't make sense? Why NaruS*k* was never consistent??' and I started to look for clues... And when I realize it, I was heavily surprised and was screaming at myself, 'Oh My God!!So, that's how it is???'
Do you think a common person who reads Manga for fun and throw away would notice all these little things????
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Thirdly,
I really think, Kishi didn't care about how Naruto and Sasuke will be perceived by his audience... Not one bit. And he doesn't have to... He knew his characters all too well and he wrote them by being true to himself... Because if he were a person who cared about Audience perception, then he wouldn't make Naruto to do that Reverse Harem no Jutsu...
He definitely wouldn't have screwed up The Last movie in a horrible way by disregarding the facts established in his Manga... (including that Rivalry thing)
And he definitely wouldn't have wrote Gaiden in 'that way'...
After Gaiden, Sakura, Sasuke and Naruto were equally shatted upon by the Japanese Audience mercilessly...
Gaiden is where Kishi was saying, 'I never wanted this sequel and this kind of Ending... You all want it... And This is how my characters will behave if they were asked to do something they didn't like... Because they are Gay (**Broke Back Mountain is coughing heavily**)'
In fact, He let the Audience take what they can get from these characters,,,,
He tried to convey the important message of this series... ‘Understanding...’. And he did it successfully. Other plotlines are something he let the Audience to take what they can get...
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A fake dating au but make it marriage. Two best friends scroll on social media and notice a trend where newlyweds send invites to famous celebrities to see what will happen? An appearance? A gift? Who knows. For the two best friends, as a joke, set up a fake wedding and request the most expensive gifts with the option of money. Sending invites to celebrities ranging from Kim Kardashian to even the Queen, they are surprised and shocked to realize that not only were gifts being delivered nearing the “big day” but a request to be part of the celebration causes the two friends to create a fake marriage in the smallest amount of time they have.
University AU! Aged-up Haikyuu Characters!
Fashion Designer/Psychologist Oikawa
Humanities Y/N
Rain splattered on the window, causing little droplets here and there to roll down with no hesitation. The quiet hums of lo-fi music made its way around the little bedroom, with vigorous typing accompanying it.
Backspace.
Enter.
Click and delete.
Brain throbbing, a sigh escaping from the lips.
It was no use, the longer the computer was stared at, the more your brain felt like mush.
“Damn him and using me to do his research analysis.”
Speak of the devil.
“Y/n!”
You stood up, turning around and crossing your arms with a glare. There he stood, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk on his face.
Tooru Oikawa.
“How’s the report going? I hope to see it done by tomorrow?”
“Fuck you,” you strided over and pushed his arms, causing him to slightly lose balance. “Just tell me how you managed not getting kicked out yet. I swear you casted a spell on your professors or something. It's like you don’t do anything.”
He feigned hurt. “I do!” He whined. “Just not class related.” He pushed past you and flung yourself onto the bed, burying his face into your freshly washed sheets. “I’m designing a new clothing line inspired by the different volleyball team colours.”
“Is this your way at relieving the pain from not making it to nationals?” you snickered, remembering how pissed off he was after Ushijima told him he should have gone to Shiratorizawa.
“I-you little shit. This is why I never tell you things.”
“Shut up shittykawa you literally are making me do your research proposal. I know nothing about psychology!”
“I’m helping you learn a new subject! It’s time to look into your own brain and see what’s wrong with you!”
…
Three.
Two.
One.
“OIKAWA YOU LITTLE SHIT!” you flung yourself on top of him, garnering an oomph! sound. You smacked his back repeatedly.
He let it have your way, already coming up with a counterattack.
With stinging hands and shallow breaths after saying nothing but curses, you stopped and climbed off of him. Immediately, he’s on top of you. Pinning your wrists and getting dangerously closer to your neck. You couldn’t lie, he was attractive, but knowing him and his two-faced personality, you’d rather stay friends.
But did you really want to?
A part of him knew you wanted him, but was that a risk you were willing to take?
Deep breaths.
A low chuckle. “You love me y/n. I know you do, and I also know you’d do anything for me.” He smirked and pressed a kiss oh so close to your lips, getting up and dusting off his black shirt.
“I’m leaving! Remember, the paper has to be done by tomorrow!”
The door closed and for a moment you looked at your ceiling.
Eyes wide.
Taking a pillow, you screamed into it.
“SHITTYKAWA!”
“Here you hoe, now for once in your life do your own work.”
You stomped into one of the many University studios, aiming the folder at Oikawa’s head much to his dismay.
“Thank you love you!”
You glared at him and waved a hand. “You definitely owe me like five bowls of ramen after what you put me through. I can’t believe you made me read so much on children’s brains and development.”
“I mean they said to choose something I liked, so children and volleyball worked together. Plus, if I actually had to conduct the research, my nephew’s volleyball club would have been perfect.” He finally turned around after pinning the teal fabric to the mannequin, striding towards you and ruffling your hair.
You mumbled incoherent curses as Oikawa picked up his sketchbook, writing down a quick note before closing it.
“Let’s go, I’m starving.”
The fragrant air of spices and creamy broth filled the little shop, making you drool. Grateful that Oikawa was rich, you took the opportunity to order almost everything on the menu.
“Y/n isn’t that-” you growled at him and he smirked.
“Feisty, you know I love that.” he winked and you gagged.
While waiting for the food, both of you were scrolling on Instagram. Having most of the same friends, it was no surprise that your timelines almost looked identical. Rolling his eyes, Oikawa saw a group photo of most of the volleyball players Hinata was pictured with, wanting nothing more than to squish the little one.
But then something caught your eyes.
You looked up at Oikawa who seemingly had the same expression, eyes wide, yet confused.
The dead groupchat came back to life with a link sent by Matsukawa, something about a bet.
matthewkawa
Look at this lol
Sent a link
[Youtube storytime: The Time I Invited Drake to My Wedding (Spoiler Alert: He Came!)]
hannamaki
Wait why would someone invite a celebrity? Aren’t they hard to ask?
nishinoyya
Wait that’s cool! Asahi-san can we invite Jason Derulo to our wedding?
acai
Wait...what? What wedding?
y/n
Waittt i’ve seen that video
Apparently as a joke the person sent lots of invites to different celebrities. Most of them gave gifts or money but I guess Drake went
iwachew
LOOL IMAGINE Y/N AND CRAPPYKAWA DOING THAT
yoyoinata
I can see that woah!
milkyama
Psh! Flattykawa and y/n. I can’t see it. y/n deserves better lol
fabkawa
OI TAKE THAT BACK STUPID
y/n
Oi don’t talk back to my child like that shittykawa
fabkawa
Shut up y/n and eat your ramen
You glared at him before saying thank you to the waiter. Both minds now occupied with the creamy ramen and soft boiled egg.
Flipping a page, you smiled. There it was, the fake couple who both fell for each other, breaking so many rules. But who couldn’t resist?
Oikawa scrolled on the computer, typing and clicking. He swiveled around in his seat and went over to you, peering over your shoulder.
You smacked his arm. “Personal space excuse me!” He put his arm up in defence, smirking.
“Remember the post Matsukawa sent?
“Yeah. So what?”
“I made the wedding on May 14th and invited some celebrities. Who did you want to send an invite to?”
You dropped the book. “Say what?”
Oikawa dragged you from his bed and sat you down on his uncomfy chair. Indeed, the computer screen showed a cheesy website where people rsvp to weddings. Already half of the groupchat accepted and you know this had to be a joke.
“Oikawa are you dumb? Who are you marrying? Wait no, who would want to marry you?” you looked at him and he pouted.
“Iwa-chan said no, Mad Dog scares me, Ushijima is definitely a no, so you’re left.”
“Who said I would do it?”
“I invited Stray Kids.”
Are you kidding me?
“This isn’t real, we’re not gonna really get married right? I mean if we were technically speaking, the wedding is less than a month away and we don’t have money, a reception place or any other sappy wedding shit.” You looked at the list and sure enough, Stray Kids was there.
“No y/n nothing is going to happen trust me. Plus, who doesn’t like free gifts? I tried to ask for expensive gifts and money because someone’s wardrobe and apartment looks ugly as hell.”
“You better not be talking about me bitch. I’m gonna set that sketchbook on fire.”
Oikawa chuckled. “Add some more people on the list, I wanna see how far this can get.”
“I never said I agreed to it,” you mumbled but nonetheless added in a few of your favourite celebrities, including the queen.
After all, if this worked, free money. What’s the harm in that?”
A lot went wrong after that.
It was three am a week after the planning and your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Grumbling, you answered the call without looking at the number…..which was a stupid mistake.
“Y/N! HOW DO I CANCEL THE WEDDING?!”
“Relax Papi you said nothing would happen? Free money right?” you yawned not even realizing what you said.
Oikawa sputtered on the other line, shaking his head and ignoring how you called him Papi for some reason. “Yeah but uh...we have a little problem.”
“Hm…”
“Jason Derulo accepted the invite ...and he can’t wait to see the ceremony.”
From that moment, you were fully awake. “WHAT?!!”
“What do you mean you can’t cancel the wedding?” you rubbed at your temples, losing more brain cells by the minute.
"Okay so apparently my last name is common around celebrities, seeing as my father owns different restaurants. So it’s not a surprise to them that they wouldn’t attend the wedding.’
“Fuck.” you breathed out. How did the both of you not realize this?
“Okay so um..what now?”
Oikawa ruffled his air. “We go through with it.”
"Fuck no.”
“What why?”
You’re the one who thought of this crazy idea! It’s all your fault!”
“But you’re the one who put Jason Derulo in there!”’
You smacked your forehead. “It was a joke and for free money! Look what you got us into.”
Yells back and forth, each blaming the other. It was like the night wasn’t going to end soon. Tired from the arguing, you smacked Oikawa’s chest. “Stupid,” you mumbled. “I don’t want to do this!”
Oikawa scratched the back of his neck. “But what if I want to?” You looked up at him confused. “You know, like how Hinata and Tobio fake dated but then became boyfriends.”
“Oikawa, that’s different. That’s dating, this is marriage. It’s adult stuff, I can barely cook!”
“I’ll cook for you.”
You walked away from him, going towards his balcony. The view was beautiful, seeing various stars and the lights shining from Tokyo. “This is too much for me to handle. You're a pain, you know that?”
He wrapped his arms around you and instinctively you snuggled closer to his chest, facing the view so he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.
"Remember when we were children? And we had a whole promise that we would be with each other forever?” you laughed. The classic child marriage pact. It was as if almost all friendships started with that promise. A promise to love and stay with each other no matter what.
“That’s child play.”
He started to rub circles with his thumbs on your arms, you feeling relaxed. “One month. Give me one month after the wedding. We’ll go on a honeymoon to London, I'll teach you how to cook, you can live with me, we can adopt a puppy.” Oikawa gulped and looked at you. “And if you don’t like it, we can pretend none of this happened. In fact i’ll stop bothering you with my assignments and my presence.”
One month. That sounded like a challenge. A challenge that Oikawa was willing to risk everything for. A month to make you fall for him.
“...so we’re splitting the gifts and money equally then, right?”
A/N: I’m back! This has been in my drafts for months. At first it was supposed to be Yuto from Pentagon but after getting into Haikyuu I was like fuck it and changed it to Oikawa. Also because yes LMAO. I hope you all liked it and let me know your comments! Part two will be in the works if people want it, for now its a oneshot aha.
Much love!
tags: @babyworld , @bakuhoes-dumbass
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