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hail-brod · 1 year

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Boyfriend And Girlfriend

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

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Midoriya Izuku in a relationship!

What would it be like to have someone close to you? With eyes that stare lovingly at your form and the unsaid feelings being conveyed successfully.

What would it be like to be Midoriya Izuku's world?

And him as yours?

Midoriya Izuku is a meek person. At most.

Usually the good-natured, sweet guy in class. The one that breezes past the eyes of the other people. The kid that was always so shy around people, busting in the shade of red the moment he was the center of attention. Mumbles and stutters filled the boys mouth when ought to converse with others.

The innocent little boy. So kind and pure.

That's what everyone saw.

But Izuku wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be treated and seen as a guy that anyone would rely on. He wanted to be a safe haven to people that needs a shoulder.

He wants to be that. He can be that.

He believed so. Middle school went by like a train in the night, waking up from the nap of exhaustion. It wasn't too late to be better, he thought. High school would be just around the corner and it's his chance to start anew in this vital phase of life.

He'd tell himself that, it'll be fine. He worked so hard in his studies and tried to be social at times. Baby steps were more than enough especially since it's a territory that he rarely crosses and so he did just that.

Even though he was still the same mumble and stutter boy, he knew being bolder was a necessary step for him to grow.

Sure, an eye contact here and there was hard enough but he knows he can manage. He'll get used to it.

It's not that he has a lot of trouble socializing. The first ever judgement he ever receives were the eyes that would look down on him. Girls that would gossip behind his back because he was too nerdy for their own taste. The whines that he would hear whenever a student gets partnered up with him in a school project.

It's a terrible feeling that he put up with all that as he grew up. A mere nervous chuckle was all he could let out in those situations. As if saying that he was sorry for being a bother, a defense mechanism that he got used to.

Everyone had their own group of friends, duo, trio or whatnot. All he had was...himself.

He spends the slot of his time writing on his notebook or reading his top favorite hero mangas. Other students would stare at him as he would absentmindedly mumble to himself while intently focused on his own business. Just reading and overly analyzing the characters' quirks or personality.

That ends with him snapping up from realization that he was, once again, being a bother.

He was lame, alright. Everyone thought that. He knew.

First day of high school came, and it started quite....well?

He couldn't be the judge of that yet. Everyone was someone new on his eyes. New people, new friendships. Everyone was still trying to adjust and with eyes skimming across the class, trying to feel in their gut whether who to befriend or to approach. It was as if, a scouting was taking place in the classroom.

He then imitated their antics.

It was ridiculous in some ways but he felt calm. Somehow, he doesn't feel like he's falling behind. He received stares and smiles but that was it.

He's fine with that. He could only smile back so as to not come off as rude.

Though, it was still the same experience. Him, seated on his little circle, fumbling his thumbs. It took him seconds to decide that, yes, he should fly out of his nest.

"H-hi..!" A stutter right away.

Seated on his right was a girl. He greeted her with all his might, trying to initiate a conversation.

He lately realized she was busy reading a book.

He paled.

No...not again.

He was being a bother.

Or so he thought.

The said girl turned to him with a questionable look, eventually blinking at the sight of him as she processed his intentions.

"Hello..." She replied, breaking out a smile that highlighted the mirth in her eyes. "Do you....need something?"

"Ah, huh? I- I....I don't. I mean, I think its fine now. You're doing something so I don't really- want to bother you. Yeah." He nervously chuckled.

He tried.

The girl listened to his ramble as she could only widen her eyes. "No, no, no. I wasn't busy or anything. This book is, uh..." She eyed the object between her hands as she gave her own nervous chuckle. "I was just looking at the....animal...pages...."

She would love to be slapped for being so childish.

The said girl flushed over the thought of being busted and how ridiculous she was being. Izuku witnessed the embarrassment as he froze, only for him to resist the urge to giggle at the girl’s response. Though, it’s not that he found it stupid but rather, quite meek. Just like him.

And it felt relieving for him.

The paused silence gave way for a stray mutter from the downcasted girl; “This is so embarrassing…”

It landed on no deaf ears as Izuku commented back. “It’s okay. Uh,.. that’s a normal thing to do so there’s really nothing to worry about.” The green head tried to shakily reassure as he chuckled. The girl then turned her head slowly back at the sight of him, taking in the face of her new classmate.

She was met with a bright smile.

That made her instincts get blocked as she felt herself become shy at the interaction. But since this was the first day of high school, there was no helping in having all nerves shake from getting to know one another. So she closed the book and faced him.

“Y-yeah, I guess.” Nervously scratching her cheek, she continued. “And you weren’t even really bothering me… I was just bored and- Oh! What were you about to ask me earlier?”

Izuku lit up in surprise as she gave her full attention to him, making the conversation continue. She looked as if she was rather fine with conversing with him than continuing her thing in skimming through the animal book. A few short-circuits here and there in his mind made him realize he was doing fine.

“Nothing really! I just wanted to- to…” He nibbled with his blazer’s hem as he searched for the right words. He pressed his lips together until his eyes landed on a keychain hanging from her bag.

And the sight of it made him blaze in delight. “Is that…an Eraserhead keychain?!!”

That made the girl eye her bag as she herself grinned at the excitement of the boy, nodding at him. Izuku didn’t mean to shift topics but as a fanboy of comic heroes, he couldn’t just shake the feeling of bedazzlement at the existing object. He soon realized something.

“You’re a fan?” He asked, almost with a hint of longing.

The girl stared back and giggled. “Of course!! Now why would I have it if I’m not a fan? I take it you are too.”

The boy’s green hair bobbed to nod. A growing smile was painted on his face. “Though, I’m more of an All Might fan…I know people say he’s overrated but he’s truly amazing!”

“I know how you feel. There’s no harm in that.” The girl chirped a satisfied smile as she nodded in agreement. “My name’s [L/N] [Y/N].”

Izuku paused his excitement as he pondered for a second. The girl, [L/N], was introducing herself to him. He almost forgot that he was trying to make friends as much as he can and yes, he was actually managing it.

He was actually doing it.

The girl was a comic hero fan just like him (maybe not as hardcore as him) and he finds it comforting to have and share an interest with someone else. Typically, he would be blushing and crazing in consciousness the moment he spouts exchanging words with girls but right now, [L/N], although still managing to make him feel shy and flushed, was lighthearted to talk to.

So he shoots his chances.

“I’m Midoriya Izuku!” He exclaimed. Not without his breath hitching.

“Well then, seems like we’ll get along well, Midoriya-kun.” The girl beamed at him.

They did.

Perhaps, they did got along well.

Too well enough that everyone else thought it’d be weird to see the two of them separated. Not like they were always at each other’s tail but because, they came to have their own little world that no one else could compare to. Even to the point that assuming both of them were having a little thing together.

Izuku begged to differ. There was definitely nothing going on with him and her.

But there was definitely going on with how they felt for each other.

Day by day, the friendship he had with her became much more heartfelt and tender. He never thought he could experience such emotions with someone and also share many things with them that just made everything else feel right.

He came to like the idea that he was comfortable with her. He was safe and felt belonged.

And the moment he heard she felt the same, he couldn’t look at her for a few days.

He couldn’t bring himself to stand near her nor speak to her without flushing in many different shades. That, of course, worried the [H/C] head. But it’s not that she was oblivious towards the reaction she was given to. She knew Izuku well enough as a friend and although, a spark of something was starting to bloom in her, she wouldn’t want to assume any hidden feelings.

Though, the distance made between him and her bothered her a lot.

Thankfully, Izuku gathered himself up and found his way near you again. He had already committed to himself that he was going to be upright and be a confident figure to lean on so it was not cool of him to retreat away from her after just a few pleasantries of sentiments.

The time he had did made him consider some things. And he’s at a loss for words when he straight up walked to her, gaze connecting with each other, and blurted the words he thought he would never say.

“Doyouwannahangout?”

He felt stupid because as friends, they already hang out a lot. He butchered his intentions.

Lips pressed together, he blushed immensely at his friend’s shocked expression who was holding out a bag to him.

Oh. His bag…

He was wondering earlier why it felt like he was forgetting something.

“Sure…” She replied with blinking eyes. “Where do you wanna go?”

Izuku mentally facepalmed.

Grabbing his bag from her grasp, Izuku tried to murmur; “That’s not what I meant…” Which only left him to receive a tilt of her head with a questioning look.

Before he could blush further, her expression lit up as if she was realizing something. Izuku’s pupils dilated.

And he definitely didn’t miss the way her cheeks flared up at what she put together. He knew she wasn’t dense to go past over his annunciation but witnessing it first-hand, he couldn’t help but match her flushed state. With him creasing his brows together as he dived his eyes into her own, he gave her a shaky smile. A simple gesture to signal that yes, that’s what he meant.

She blushed harder.

“I’ve never seen him smile so much like that. Especially at his phone. Doesn’t he always bury his face on one of those comics?”

“It’s obvious. Look, he’s got a special someone. You don’t smile like that for a simple reason.” A blonde boy with a lightning streak on his hair replied towards his black haired classmate. “You gotta know these things, Hanta.”

“Come to think of it… [L/N] is absent today.” A pink haired girl added, bringing a finger to her chin. “Aren’t they always together?”

A gasp ensued from the blonde. “Oh! Oh! It might be [L/N]!”

Like the romantic girl she is, the pink head lit up after connecting the dots, now squealing alongside her boisterous blonde friend. Their friend Hanta could only sweatdrop at their nosy attitudes.

But one glance at the green head again and he was looking at their direction. Izuku flushed when he was caught staring and retreated back unto staring at his phone in embarrassment. “Uh, hey guys…” Hanta called to his friends as they brought their attention to him. In a lower tone, Hanta informed.

“You might’ve mentioned [L/N]’s name too loud…”

The blonde and the pink head exchanged glances, as if seemingly saying in unison; “Oops.”

“I think we busted him.”

“Denki…”

“Just stop gossiping you guys. That’s not cool.”

It didn’t take long for the word to spread across the classroom that Izuku and his dear ‘friend’ were somewhat—a real thing now.

Of course, courtesy for the two of them, the pink head and her two friends kept their mouth shut but it didn’t take long for the other classmates to catch on the closeness of the two.

It did prove to be true when their stares would mean something and the [H/C] haired girl starts to drag her chair towards the green head, sitting side by side. Sure, they would always do this a lot but this time it became clearer.

Because after [Y/N] yawned, Izuku shyly offered his shoulder for her to rest on. And she did.

No one even saw how the boy combusted on his seat since they were seated in front but everyone very well knew he was fluctuating.

The prying eyes of their classmates like the pinkette and her friends, widened as they watched the back of the two.

“I fucking knew it. You owe me 250 yen, heh.”

“Shut up.” Hanta bit back at his blonde friend. “I didn’t signed up for this.”

“Izuku…”

“Hmm?”

“Your umbrella isn’t here…” Behind him, his girlfriend rummaged through his bag.

“It’s not there?” He asked her with disbelief, snapping his eyes outside of the school. It was pouring quite hard and he was the only one between the two of you that brought an umbrella.

Except, he actually didn’t brought it. He paled.

He would never forgive himself if his girlfriend ended up with a cold just because he forgot to bring what he said he would. It was only a simple gesture and he couldn’t even be good at it. Sometimes he wonders if he was worthy to be with you if he’s just going to act like an airhead.

He eventually snapped out of it when he heard the zipping of his bag and her voice ringing out with a chuckle. “Do not fret. I can already sense your paling face.”

Though, she never failed to make him feel like everything he does is just nothing to be upset about.

Izuku flushed at her comment, embarrassment taking over him. “Is that even a thing?” He whimsically replied with a frown. He then watched his girl turn around until he was facing her own bag, as if telling him to open it.

“I have quite a massive jacket in there. We’ll shelter under it while speeding through the rain.” She replied almost giggly at the idea of skimming through the rain like little children. Izuku can’t help but smile at her antics as he proceeded to unzip he bag, looking through her things.

“That sounds like a bad idea.” He retorted teasingly as he earned a hush from her and saying ‘It’ll be fun.’

He finally found the trusty jacket and placed it atop his head. He looked to his side, glancing at the girl as if signalling her to come closer beside him. A moment like this was definitely a valid reason for him to flare in a blush.

The [H/C] head girl was no different. The thought of getting closer so much with her adorable green head boyfriend was one of the many things she looked forward to. For the past few months of them dating, she was already painstakingly familiar with the warmth of the boy and it didn’t fail to send her chest bursting from all the flutters of mirth.

It felt too illegal to be this giddy.

Sliding in on the open arms of her boyfriend, her jacket hovered above her as she grasp the left side of it while Izuku did on the right.

“You okay there?” He asked with a shaky breath. She nodded.

Underneath the hovering jacket, both of them snuggled deeply into each other’s arms. Alas, moving their legs to take on the pouring rain as they tried to speed through the streets until they could find a shelter to rest for a bit. Luckily, their houses weren’t that far from school although they weren’t neighbours, there was still a far distance between their houses.

But when they moved together through the rain, basking in each other’s closeness, the cold weather no longer affected them. The heated cheeks and body contact made it hotter than it should be but no one is complaining, it’s their own little world.

So when the rain slowly faded into small drops whilst the sky turned brighter, they were left with each other’s normal distance, the jacket long gone above their heads.

“Let’s just hope none of us gets a cold soon enough.” [Y/N] murmured, tugging her backpack after Izuku placed her jacket back where it belonged. The same thing that worried the green head. The girl nervously chuckled beside him. “Then again, it was my idea.”

“Don’t beat yourself over it. I couldn’t even stop you from being that reckless, it’s on me.” Izuku gazed at her pointedly.

“Now, you make it sound like I’m a child.” The [H/C] haired girl pouted, a speck of blush on her cheeks.

The boy chuckled. “You know that’s not what I meant…You’re just really playful sometimes.” He tried to justify just like the gentleman he is. As much as he can, he always tried to dissipate any layer of misunderstanding with his girlfriend but sometimes, he knows when to be teasing.

In any other situation or time, he wouldn’t believe he would be having a girlfriend as sweet as [Y/N]. His qualities as a shy and stutter boy was always the thing that made him into a blushing mess when a girl talks to him.

But with the girl beside him, he grew from that. Not that he doesn’t feel the intense consciousness when he’s around her but because he grew to be comfortable in her presence. Still, he can’t avoid the racing heartbeats and the nerves that made him flush frantically.

Inwardly, he is a mess.

Reciprocating the green head’s feelings was one of the important things that [Y/N] always do. And not because she felt the need to but because he deserved to know how much he made her heart swell. How much she mentally coo over his cute reactions and his awkward attempts to be intimate.

How she constantly thinks of him that gave her something tender to look forward to (other than just reading comics and surfing the internet).

How she long to see him as much as she can and the urge to just hug him like he was the most vital thing in her life.

Both of them don’t always go for what their thoughts tell them to do since, it’s just basically too endearing. But there are times when one of them initiates the most unexpected move they could ever do and that’s how their relationship progresses to greater heights. Especially since both of them didn’t possess the nature to be always bold, they always thought about breaking their shells, even just for each other.

Just them and no one else.

As they neared [Y/N]’s house, Izuku didn’t waste a second to slip his brushing hand with her, intertwining it gently on the gaps of her fingers.

The girl jolted at the sudden contact. Heart lighting up to swell as she walked stiffly beside an embarrassed Izuku. He didn’t eye her reaction, only walking forward with flaring cheeks as he frowned, fighting the urge to combust into a series of frantic excuses.

There was definitely no need to hide from excuses anymore. As a couple, holding hands are justified.

So they stayed quiet for the whole duration of their walk home, feeling their hand squeeze from time to time as if saying that, yeah—

I like you a lot.

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lovelynim · 5 months

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Something to laugh about

Stars Align - Maki Katsuragi & Yuu Asuka

A/N: Second commission to none other than @wertzunge! I really need thank you for asking for such a sweet duo. I felt so nostalgic while reading their wiki pages and rewinding some of the anime's episodes, wahhh ~

Summary: Maki feels like there is something off about Yuu today, so he comes up with an unusual plan to lighten up his friend mood.

Word count: 2033 words

Maki spinned the pencil between his fingers. Legs crossed one over the other and his gaze lost in the distance. The open notebook in front of him failed to capture his interest a long time ago.

Yes, he should be doing homework. Yes, he could easily solve those questions. No, there wasn’t really a good reason to daydream like that.

Except that there was, indeed, a reason.

“Yuu,” Maki sighed, resting his head on his hand as he leaned a bit on the table, “are you really okay?”

“Mhm”, they nodded, smiling slightly before placing their pen down. “You worry too much, Maki, I’m fine.”

Yeah, he didn’t buy that.

Maki couldn’t exactly recall how they end up like this, just that he agreed to have Yuu over for a quick study session, do some lessons here and there and have dinner together. Simple as that, no sweat. But as soon as they got out of school, Maki felt that there was something wrong with them.

Yuu wasn’t really the talkative type, right, but they were less receptive than usual. While walking to his home, Maki noticed how his friend seemed a bit… gloomy. Despite the gentle smiles and the cheerful attitude, it felt off, like if something was out of its place.

And this sensation didn’t go anywhere anytime soon. When they got to Maki’s apartment, the little, but heavy sighs that came from Yuu didn’t go unnoticed. They were tired, maybe? No, it wouldn’t be something like that, Maki thought, focusing his eyes on a random spot on the wall while he tried to figure out what was wrong with Yuu.

“...”

Could it be related to something that happened in the club? Probably not, Maki thought, it wasn’t like any of the boys would pick on them. Besides, at school - at least, during the first classes - Yuu seemed to be doing fine. So whatever upset them, must’ve happened later on…

“...ki..?”

Perhaps… could he have said something that made Yuu upset? Maki closed his eyes shut, putting up some extra effort in recalling what they were talking about earlier, nearly reviewing the whole thing as if it was some kind of script, looking for that one line that could’ve saddened his friend. But… they were close, right? They would tell Maki if they said something bad or if anything didn’t land right in their head… so what could be it, after all?

“Maki!”

He jumped, hitting the table with his knee and letting out a loud, but quick cry right after. Maki fell onto his bed, wrapping his arms around his knee while trying to soothe the pain. “O-ouch… y-you scared me…” He whined, letting his head plop into the nearby cushion.

“I-I’m sorry, are you alright?” Yuu muttered, getting on their knees as they tried to get a clearer view of their friend, reaching out a hand - even if they were unsure of what they could even do in such a situation. “I didn’t mean to and-”

“I-it’s fine, hahah… It’s my fault, I didn’t mean to doze off like that,” Maki chuckled, ignoring the fainting pain as he sat back up. With his hands behind his back to give his body some support, Maki looked up, pondering for a second before looking back down to his friend. “Ahm, can you repeat yourself?”

“Ah, right,” Yuu nodded, looking down to their notebook and checking one of the notes, “I was asking if you managed to finish the exercise nº 3. The question seems a bit tricky and I couldn’t really figure it out.”

“Ohh, that, right,” Maki hummed, crossing his legs as he leaned back forward, taking his notebook with both hands before starting to go through the text once again. Word after word, his eyes scanned the page, hoping to make some sense out of that question and, of course, finding out the right answer by the time he got to the end of the page.

However, as soon as Maki reached the question mark, he lifted his head and stared at Yuu, giving them a puzzled look. “Ah… I see why you couldn’t answer it.”

“Right?” Yuu nodded, letting out a light hearted giggle before looking down to their notebook. “Maybe my head is getting a little tired, I can’t seem to think properly anymore.”

“Hmm, we should take a break, probably,” Maki suggested, tapping the table with his finger while giving his own idea some more thought. This could be the chance he was looking for, he considered in a second analysis, to figure out what was wrong with Yuu. “We’ve been studying the whole afternoon, after all.”

“Mhm,” Yuu nodded, dropping their pencil on the table and letting out a small sigh. “Thinking about it, I’m indeed a little tired.”

Maki was about to close his notebook when those words reached him. His eyes widened and an idea formed in his mind. Indeed, this was the chance he was looking for. He just needed Yuu to take the bait…

“Oh? Are you?”

“A bit, yes,” Yuu continued, placing a hand on their shoulder as they moved it in circles, trying to stretch out their muscles after sitting for so long.

Maki stood up, walking around the table, slowly approaching the other. He had the perfect excuse and the perfect method in mind. “I know something that can help with that, Yuu.”

“Huh?” Yuu tilted their head, looking at Maki approaching. “And what is it?”

“The guys taught me this method to relax in the club. It works wonders whenever someone is tense or tired, I never thought it would come handy outside the club, but here we are!” Maki beamed, trying to not raise the other’s awareness of his actual intentions. “Would you like to try it out, Yuu?”

Before Yuu had the chance to ponder the pros and cons, Maki had already sat by his side. There wasn’t much room left to think about it, but Yuu didn’t feel like they needed it anyway. “Right, let’s give it a try.”

They couldn’t help but to think it was a little weird that said “technique to help one relax” didn’t ring a bell. Yuu was always there to support the guys in the club and, even though they didn’t join every single activity, they would know about something like this. Maybe it's something they came up with when they weren’t around? Whatever it may be, Yuu thought, they knew they could trust Maki on these matters.

“Alright, turn your back to-” Maki stopped, with his hands already on Yuu’s shoulders, noticing the nearby table. He hit it himself not long ago and, considering his plan, it was likely that Yuu would end hitting it too. “Actually, let’s move a little away from the table.”

“Hm? Why do we need to move away from it?”

“Because, uh… you won’t be able to stretch properly, that’s why,” Maki lied with a plain face, hoping to sound convincing enough. Yuu gasped softly, letting out a small ‘oh’ as he accepted that explanation. So innocent, Maki smiled as this crossed his head, but it was all for the greater good, after all. “Ready?” He continued after they moved away like they were told to.

“Yes, Maki,” Yuu nodded, looking back forward after giving Maki a quick glance.

There, all set for his failess plan. Maki positioned himself behind Yuu, his fingers poised to strike. “Alright. One… two… three!”

“Ah!”

A surprised squeal escaped Yuu’s lips as ten fingers suddenly dug into their sides, wiggling and tweaking at the spot, sending something like an electric shock straight up to their brain. “M-Mahahaki! Wait, t-this tihihickles!” They giggled, shooting their arms down and pressing them against their torso, hoping that it would be enough to make the ticklish feeling come to a halt.

But Yuu knew, just like all the others in the club, that Maki was restless when he had a goal set inside his head.

“Hey ~” Maki sang teasingly, pinching the sensitive skin through the shirt, switching from wiggling his fingers to rapid pokes and then pinching wherever he could reach. “This is supposed to make you relax, Yuu. How come you got even more tense?”

“B-becahahause it ticklehehes!” Yuu laughed a bit louder when Maki’s hand found their way to the lowest pair of ribs. Their reaction, much to their demise, didn’t go unnoticed and Maki made sure to give said spot a couple more pokes, prodding playfully just to make Yuu’s laughter rise a notch.

The ravenhead smirked, satisfied with the results he got so far, but still determined to go on - after all, his ultimate goal wouldn’t be achieved by just this. “Sigh, it’s not my fault you’re so ticklish, Yuu! Here, let me switch spots…”

“M-Maki, nohoh!!” They giggled nervously, watching in horror as Maki wrapped one of his arms around their chest, pulling them into a hug, while his other hand began to claw and tickle his unprotected stomach. So mean! “P-plehehease! AhAHAha, n-not thehehre!”

“Huh? Why not? I switched spots because you said it tickled before,” he feigned ignorance, being thankful that Yuu couldn’t see the large smile that took place on his face, “I thought this would be better, Yuu…”

“I-It’s wohOHOhorse, MahAHAKI!” They laughed, scrunching up their shoulders as just Maki’s breath against their neck was enough to send an awful shiver down their spines. The combined assaults against their midriff and neck proved to be more than enough to turn Yuu into a mess of giggles and squeals. Their face quickly began to flush, turning into a light shade of pink.

“Hmm, worse?” Maki hummed as if pondering about the newly received information. His fingers, however, didn’t stop moving for a single second. While one of his hands continued to tickle Yuu’s stomach mercilessly, the other one - that was wrapped around their chest - began to poke the sides of their chest, finding a way to tickle their highest ribs even with their arms tightly clasped to their torso. “So… should I stop? You didn’t say anything, so I just kept going.”

Those words made Yuu’s face turn into a brighter shade of red. They could feel the warmth of the flushed skin, with the blush spreading from their face all the way to the tip of their ears. With laughter pouring nonstop from their lips, Yuu simply nodded, embarrassed to have something like that pointed out.

“Alright, alright,” Maki cooed as the tickling came into an end, “sorry, I didn’t mean to overdo it.”

“N-no, hah…” Yuu sighed in relief, allowing themselves to lean against Maki’s body, “i-it was… fun, I guess.”

“Good,” Maki hummed, patting Yuu’s stomach as if praising them for taking the tickles, “I thought you could use a good smile.”

“H-huh?” They turned their head slightly, trying to look at Maki, “w-what?”

Maki raised his eyebrows, noticing he was caught red handed. No way out of this one, he supposed, “well, you seemed a bit down when we left the school and I thought there could be something troubling you,” he said, scratching his cheek as he tried to find the right words, “so I wanted to do something to cheer you up.”

“Maki…” Yuu muttered softly. An unknown, but warm feeling spread across their chest. “Thank you.”

“E-eh? No need to thank me or anything,” Maki giggled, “it’s too early for that, Yuu.” He added quietly, letting the silence fill the room as realization struck his friend.

“W-wait, I don’t n- aHAHAhA, M-Maki! WahAHahait, I wahahas tahahalking!” Before they could protest or say anything else, those nimble fingers went back to work.

Maki smiled, this time moving one of his hands to tickle Yuu under their arm and the other to squeeze his waist. He couldn’t help but to laugh along as their friend kicked and squirmed, but never tried to stop him. “Let’s keep going some more… just to make sure, okay? ~”

He could not know exactly what happened or what was making his friend sad, but he could make sure that Yuu knew he would be there for them no matter what.

And to give them a good reason to smile and laugh again.

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theidiottoast · 5 months

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Suspicion.....

It was Sunday afternoon at the broomstown Andi is walking around the park looking for a quiet and calm place..and also walking around the town to get a better know..many vehicles pass by as usual

Andi then stare at the morning sky lost in thought after arrive at this..town.....he met poli..few days ago..he was a nice fella...and polite..at the same time..he really interested about his..team... wondering Will he be met them..one day...

At the same time of that Peter and Jhonny just arrived at the park as the both children began to talk as usual...

"you know? Super dragon is the best comic that i ever read you know!"Peter grinned

"yeah yeah...i know you talk about it Twice Peter"Jhonny added as the two Friends began to talk...

Andi on the other hand look around the park..there..is..full..life here..many children come to play' with their friends...and some adult is read a newspaper...some of them...it was full of life here...he then take his pen and notebook and began to write down his journal as usual....

-journal entry 2

"today is Sunday IM In a park many people had doing various things around here...now where should i start..?..ah yes...for the past few days Ive Been walking around this town...my parents as usual they were busy at their work...they probably head. Back home by tomorrow morning so..i once again left alone..but...i take this as an Chance to.. walking around the town to get know..about its history..or...simply head to the library..."-andi

-journal entry 2 end

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As Peter and Jhonny talk as usual Peter noticed a Andi presence who is writing down at his journal he seem to be unotice by Peter and Jhonny presence because he was busy to writing down at his journal..but..the blond hair boy feeling something off.. about..the blue hair kid...

"Peter..?..what's wrong you okay?"Jhonny Asked which caught Peter attention and snapped at his thought

"ah..?..y-yeah IM fine..just.."Peter stated his voice began to low..as he stared at Andi..who is writing down at his journal unotice by Peter stared..

"what?"Jhonny said as he look at the direction that his friend were staring at and noticing Andi who were writing down at his journal unotice that he was now Viewed by the duo

Peter expression began to change as he stared at Andi while Jhonny remain skecptical and try to think a positive

"who is he?"Asked Jhonny finally break the silence between the two of them

"i dunno..but i felt sometime off about him..its seen..he was not from this town, i never seen him before"Peter said suspiciusly as he examinated Andi

"Maybe he was just moved from this town"said Jhonny try to thinking positive

"i don't know..but..i really Suspicious about him..."added Peter who is even more suspicius

"come on maybe he was new around here we shouldn't judge people by its cover!"said jhonny

"but he was suspicius..i think we should be more carefull when he was around....."Peter said in a serious tone

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Andi just finished writing down at his journal as he closed his notebook..but then something caught his attention...as he turn around he see two boy one were having blone hair and the other is with brown hair..and a bit..chubby...and it seem the two was around 11-12 year old ...and the two children was noticing Andi were now looking at them..his expression is cold..and stoic as he stared at the two kids...

"its something wrong?"Andi Asked with a calm tone at the two kids

Peter and Jhonny were suprised at Andi tone..Peter wasted no time as he grabbed Jhonny hand and began to pull his friend Away from andi

"woa-!! H-hey!!! Peter slow down!!"Jhonny exclaim suprised and also confused at the same time as Peter began to dragged him away as the both of them leave the park..

Leaving Andi were a bit confused at the two kids but then he began to shrugged it off

"what a weird kids..."Andi thought as he began to walking to look around the town....also leaving the park...

#robocar poli #oc #andi #peter #jhonny

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fluffypotatey · 2 years

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watching Leverage: ep 7

we back at it! later this time bc i have uni

anyway! no pre-game thoughts today sorry 😔

ok so the reaction was a longer one tonight, so i'm just gonna have all of that be under the cut and save your dash some space 😅

Le Reaction: spoilers, obviously

thumbnail shows parker in a pink dress???? are they heist a birthday party or something????

ITALAIN MUSIC??? WE DOING THE MOB????

MAN'S EVEN GOT THE MOB VOICE

awww no ray :((((

nathan? why are you so disgruntled? sophie wants to help her friend? what am i missing???? is he bothered because he wasn't in the know????

sir you are always ragging on about your team doing good things but now you're so put off about it???

why does this bother me lol

what, is there gonna be a parallel nathan will see between himself and the mob and he'll realize 'ah shit, i was being an ass sorry about that'? idk nathan's attitude bothers me

bitch?

she wants help????

parker you have bettered my mood. damn 6 seconds, that kid might rival her in the future

YES BABES BACKUP SOPHIE

YES SOPHIE GUILT TRIP YOUR MAN

THEY RAGGING ON THE FBI BLESS

alec...your arms???? that shirt does wonders my dude, 10/10, you would give the best hugs

ALEC AND PARKER DUO IS BACK AT IT FUCK YEAH

they make the fbi so gullible omfg beautiful

"the bug....singular?.....good-good work *dying inside*" i'm in love with him

it pains him that they are so incompetent. like 'these are the guys who are supposed to be investigating federal crimes??? i've been scared of these fools???'

oh ho ho, the site i'm using is being a little bitch so i'm going back to my pirating roots and playing the buffer game with it! you think you can beat me fmovies? me? a child who was there when kissanime and kisscartoon were my bitch?

"she smells like jasmine" *frantically gets my notebook* DOES SHE???? TELL ME MORE AGENT MAN!

ohhhhhh lordie, ELIOT'S IN THE FBI BUILDING???? stress levels have peaked! but he's got alec so hopefully all goes well

eliot's so nervous awww bb ("i just plug it in, right?" "if i have to say yes again, i will hurt you" i love them your honor)

oh....oh this just got hilarious

CASSETTE TAPES! YEAH YOU CAN'T HACK THAT LMFAO

eliot and alec are so funny ("how do i exit the fucking fbi with a box of tapes????" "idk punch a dude" "......i'll punch someone" bless)

ok yeah, fire alarm could work

alec, you blessed human being <3

i think your sass is a damn treasure! don't listen to them, alec. nathan just has a stick up his ass this episode

lmao sophie, i love you "it's a bit like an opera" and the couple is just yelling at each other

awwww poor maria. she just wants a nice wedding but her mom has taken over :( i'm on maria's side! i don't care if she'll turn out to be someone the gang has to fight i am on her side!

NATHAN YOU ARE NOT IMPERSONATING A PRIEST

AFTER YOUR HEART TO HEART WITH FATHER PAUL???? YOU'D BETRAY YOUR FRIEND LIKE THIS???? SHAME NATHAN

sophie, sweetie, sweetheart, baby, darling, dearest....you good?

EY ELIOT'S THE CHEF! AND LOOKS LIKE HE'S A PRO look at him with his bandana and jacket, so cute

eliot's stress cooking could rival ramsey's methinks

correct my bandana man, everything's in context, knives are very cool, please do that flip thing again

nathan: did ya find the money? everyone: no bitch we're stressed af

how dare she spit out that food. that sounded good af. food court??? where have you been where the food court is nasty? she probably hates mushrooms doesn't she. yeah, that's it. she has no taste

you should have let him shank her nathan

alec doing more than the fbi AS HE SHOULD

MARIA! I JUST MET A GIRL NAMED MARIA

oh no don't-- NOOOOO NOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

:((((((((

not the fat shaming i WILL cry AH NO IT'S BECOME TOO PERSONAL

the bridesmaid's face T^T

parker stop it :( no you've already gone too far

ah yes...."misconceptions" how vague mister mob sir

nathan "i went to seminary school but now i am the leader for a band of thieves" ford pretending to be a priest is the funniest thing

omg the groom is too pure RUN SIR RUN AWAY

me everytime the mob dude says reverend: "father. it's father! no, SAY FATHER DAMNIT!"

"hardison, office phone!" he yells, loudly, in the echo-y hallway

ok, seriously, what is up with nathan? why is he so worked up over this? is it because it's a wedding and his previous marriage didn't work out? nah, seriously, man, what is up your ass this episode???

you dare hurt sophie. you dare upset her. you dare dismiss her anger and disappointment with you. shame for nathan! jail for nathan for 50 years!

ok alec and eliot's convo is super confusing when i've already seen the horse girl episode. "what was her name?" alec, you met her in ep3???? her name is amy, she's a firecracker and is upset at eliot for leaving her nothing but a promise ring, keep up my good sir

ok double checked bestie's dvd list and yeah so THIS was allegedly ep3 which makes so much more sense with the continuity

imma just ignore that i've already seen The Horse Job for the sake of alec and eliot's heart to heart

awwww alec and parker little moment! she looks cute in the bridesmaid dress

STOP BEING SO SMOOTH ALEC MY HEART PARKER HOW DO YOU DEAL

of course alec's the dj, what a brilliant cover

leverage's clue for spotting crime lords: they wear a thick gold necklace with high collar undershirts

maria noooooooo! don't cry deary! yes sophie comfort her!!

ok sophie that's not what i meant, but if it makes you happy, i guess....? also are you still on the comms? can nathan hear you? oh shit he can (you deserve it tho, nate, you've been mean)

sophie....you are not going to make maria a runaway bride, right???

"what is it? i got bacon on!" he's like a soft spoken but still pissed of gordon ramsey

AYO ELIOT??? HOW??? WHAT IS YOUR LIFE I STILL DON'T KNOW! THE FLASHBACKS PROVIDE NO HELP JUST MORE QUESTIONS!!!

oh no the fbi is gonna crash the party? <- this is an assumption

"i'm gonna pull the plug!" you've said that like 3 times already this season and every time y'all are able to think outside the box. your faith is too low, methinks, father nathaniel. maybe if you just took a breather you'll be fine

oop sophie's staying! well, well, well what will our crew do?

"is it the russian mob, or is it the fear of intimacy?" oh she cut DEEP they all felt that lmao

and how quickly nathan switched up! can't let sophie go at it alone!

oh my lord i still have 20 minutes????

oh no he's gonna ramble about contracts. there are two ways this could go

oh no, i really hoped his ramble was option 2

tell me you got divorced without telling me you got divorced!

ok, ok, i can work with this speech? .....nope, nope, nope, i'm getting second hand embarrassment

question: would you have nathan officiate your wedding? for me? no, i'd rather it be sophie. maybe eliot, he'd be awkward about it, but it'd be genuine

oh? the plot thickens.....and it thickens more!!! AND IT THICKENS MORE????? HOW MANY LAYERS????

oh...dear, run eliot!!! too late for you!

"now, i will kill you," he says, waving his knives like a clown. what is this? the cha cha from cha cha slide?

smart thinking parker. also i see you, "i was going to meet the dj here" i know who you meant

no :( don't interrupt the maid of honor :( she's a sweetheart :( she's done nothing wrong. alec, don't you dare! but you complimented her, so we're cool again

THE BALLS ALEC TO PUSH THE FUCKING BUTCHER LIKE THAT MY KING

parker you have no shame. i love you

yay someone complimented eliot's cooking!!! and it was alec!!! my ot3 heart is thriving

oh the irony

oh that's cold nathan

they got the restaurant back!

YOU'RE JUST GONNA SHOW OFF ELIOT'S BARE ARMS LIKE THAT??? WITH NO WARNING????

General thoughts

sooooooooo looks like i over did the word limit for the reaction block....woops

anyway, i had a lot to say about this episode and i think it is very easy to understand my sentiments over it (though how coherent is debatable). this episode was nice and i liked that we got to do a heist with the mob!

however, i was really bothered with nathan this episode. maybe it has to do with the mis-mashed continuity and maybe this nathan is just an earlier characterization of him. but yeah after the horse job and the miracle job, the nathan for the episode just confused me and annoyed me. he got better towards the end, but just...idk i wasn't of fan of him today.

overall, i did enjoy the episode and i liked how they played on cliches when it came to the mob (the italian restaurant, the daughter's wedding, the voice™️).

#leverage #fluffy reacts #long post #any dialogue you see that's not completely lined up with the show's dialogue? that's me paraphrasing #i know i KNOW he is called hardinson but i'm too attached now to alec sooooooooo that's it #ok so i may have gotten a little grumpy when the whole crew was bashing on marriages and upset sophie.....and i MAY have had mini rant #about how i dislike the marriage is a prison vs marriage celebrates love discourse that stories always seem to do a poor job on #and i MAY have said that they all feel hollow and biased and there's no nuance when it comes to media discussions on it and i was mad about #that but i have chosen to delete that rant from the reaction just because i was getting bitter and this is supposed to be fun

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novieight · 2 years

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SQUIDMAS WRITING!!!!!!!!

SO LIKE I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SOME GAY CEPHALOPODS FOR SQUIDMAS SO HERE YA GO HAHAHAAAAAAAAA

Squidmas Cheer [Captain 3 x Agent 8]

“Three! Three!!” Eight ran up to the captain, decked out in her Squidmas sweater. Three turned around, looking the pink Octoling up and down. “Well, someone’s excited for the holiday season.” Three showed a small smile.

“Yes, yes!! I actually wanted to ask, since I don’t know much about this ‘Squidmas’... what are some common activities of the season?” Eight seemed to bounce up and down like a young child. Three looked to the side, tugging on the puffy black winter coat they layered on top of their uniform. “Well… where should I start? There’s so much to Squidmas–”

“I wanna know it all!” Eight took Three’s hands in her own and held them tightly with a smile. Three looked around Inkopolis Square. Bright flickering red and green lights lined the shops, Squidmas trees in windows and wreaths hung on doors. Of course, there were Squidmas themed turf wars going on, and in shops mini events such as gingerbread house contests took place. But what caught Three’s eye was the giant ice skating rink at the edge of the plaza.

“Eight, have you ever been ice skating?” Three motioned towards the ice skating rink. Eight shook her head, but her eyes glittered in the snow with determination. Three led Eight to the stand right by the skating rink. It was run by a familiar gray haired inkling.

“Hi Marie!” Eight greeted. The idol smiled at the duo, pulling out a notebook and a calculator. “So, what’ll it be; two tickets, I take it, along with two pairs of skates?” Marie seemed to be down to business, but in a playful manner. Three nodded; They couldn’t keep their eyes off of Eight’s rosy-cold face. Marie wrote up the tickets before ripping a small tear in the tickets, leaving them on a shelf as evidence of purchase. She handed the skates to the excited Octoling, who ran off to sit down and tie the laces of the skates. Marie looked at the captain, winking before handing them the second pair of skates.

“Ice skating date, good idea. You go get the girl.” Marie said before giggling, returning to cleaning up the stand. Through the cold Three felt their face heat up with blush. They walked over to Eight, who was– having difficulties, to say the least– tying her laces. She had the laces all twisty and turny around the knobs. Three giggled as embarrassment washed over Eight. “Let me help,” They said before kneeling in front of Eight and undoing the twists and turns and loops that Eight had created. They then neatly tied the skates for Eight, stuffing the excess lace into the skate itself.

Eight smiled, hugging Three as a thank you. She stood up, but nearly tripped. Three quickly and instinctively grabbed her waist, keeping her from falling. They met each other’s eyes, both in shock and astonishment. After looking into each other’s eyes for more than a moment, Eight whispered, “Um, Three? I… think I can stand on my own now.”

“Oh, yes, sorry.” Three bashfully looked in the opposite direction as they let Eight stand. Three kneeled down to lace their own skates. They stood up, Eight regaining their childlike outlook. “Catch me if you can~!” Eight ran to the ice, Three shouting “Wait!! Eight, be careful!! Don’t run with those skates on!!” But it was too late.

Surprisingly, Eight made it onto the ice perfectly safe. She easily drifted along the ice, doing axles and other spins. Returning to Three, who was shockedly standing by the edge of the rink, Eight drew up ice shavings as she skirted to a halt.

“Eight, you’re a natural!!” Three broke out into a smile. “Oh, it’s nothing! Now, come on! Skate with me!” Eight took Three’s hands and led them onto the ice. “EIGHT NONONONO–” Three yelled, jumping back and landing on their bottom. “What? Is… something wrong?” Eight asked, concerned as she walked over to Three and helped them up.

“I… ah… truth be told, I have no idea how to ice skate.” The captain looked away.

“Oh! That’s fine then! I can teach you!” Eight took this with confidence, knowing that with her masterful skills they would be skating with ease in no time. “Okay, maybe we should get on the ice more slowly. Sorry about that,” Eight scratched her head. Three nodded. Eight took their hand and stepped onto the ice, allowing them to follow her action. They slowly did, immediately shaking and slipping once they were on the ice. “Woah, woah!! Ack!! Oh, fuck!!” Three cursed as they tried not to fall. “Hey, hey! I’m not gonna let anything happen to you! Now, try to regain your balance and stand tall.” Eight ordered. Three did as told, finding it strange to follow commands from someone else that wasn’t one of the Squid Sisters.

“Good! Now, bend your knees a little,” Eight followed her words, too, hoping it would give a little more demonstration. They bent their knees, beginning to slide a bit on the ice. They looked up worriedly at Eight, hoping for more instruction before they fell.

“Okay, now take small steps. Do not take big ones. Baby steps.” Three felt like a toddler when hearing this. Brushing off that feeling, They did as told. Soon they were slowly gliding across the ice, Eight never letting them go. When breaks were needed, they would hang onto the edge of the rink. Eight would do little spins while waiting for Three to say they were ready again.

The day flew by, Three slowly but surely learning how to skate. Eight even demonstrated some simple jumps and turns, but Three was too scared to attempt them.

When the two left the rink, they returned the skates to Marie. “Huh. Never knew the captain couldn’t skate,” Marie smirked, earning a “Shut up.” from Three.

Eight jumped around, hyper from the good day she had. “Thank you, Three, thank you!! I loved skating with you!!” She exclaimed. Three patted her back. “Sure thing, Eight. Anytime.” Eight hesitated before quickly kissing Three on the lips, gently pushing her soft lips against the captain’s. Both broke out into a bright red blush.

“Stay warm!! Merry Squidmas,” Eight ran off and shouted over her shoulder. Three was left a blushing mess, holding their hand to their lips right where Eight kissed them. They couldn’t help but smile at the action. It kept replaying in their head.

Sure, Eight may not know much about Squidmas, but her spreading Squidmas cheer was definitely up to par.

~ End ~

#novaswrites #I SPENT THE PAST 45 MINUTES ON THIS BE PROUD OF ME #anyways ITS SQUIDMAS EVE HEHEHEEEEEE #fuck off i will NOT stop saying Squidmas #but like aaaaaaa i dont usually write for Captain 3 or Agent 8 so im so sorry if its ooc!!!/gen #its so bad oh my god im so sorry #please take it anyways though lmao #splatoon #splatoon fic #writing #agent 24 #agent 3 x agent 8

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portorfeitansimp · 1 year

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Nikei Yomiuri x Reader with Divine Luck

Looking at the blue sky and the vast sea, you are thinking about what you just saw.

Yes, just a moment ago, you were with Sora and Yuki in front of the Uehara Bell Tower. When the three of you stepped inside the place, you almost got sick at the sight of Yuri Kagarin's dead body. Someone killed him, in a really horrible and terrifying way. Sora and Yuki went upstairs after the BDA rang, but you, you ended running away from this place, your face entirely pale. You ran until you found refuge on the beach, where you sat down on the fine, warm sand, facing the sea.

You are still shaking when you hear someone's footsteps behind you, and you try to hide your emotions when you hear his voice.

(Y/N) ? What are you doing here ? Investigations already started, you know.

You don't answer, so the journalist approaches you, figuring that something is wrong. He sit in front of you, worried when he see how pale you are.

(Y/N)... I can see that something's wrong... Please, talk to me.

I-I... I-It's... n-nothing... I-I just... d-don't wanna see this sight worthy of a horror movie again...

I know it's pretty horrific, but people might find you suspicious if you don't investigate, even a little bit.

The cute journalist stands up and reaches is hand out to you.

Come on, I'll investigate with you. That way, you won't have to be alone.

You hesitantly take his hand, standing up too, whispering quietly :

Thanks...

He smiles before going back to the Uehara Bell Tower, not letting go of your hand. When your duo arrives, you see the others investigating conscientiously.

They are... really serious...

Yeah, they're doing a great job. I hope we can find the culprit with what everyone found.

You shouldn't rely too much on them. You were right, everyone needs to investigate, even if we don't find too much. That way, everyone can be useful.

Yeah ! Well then, let's get started !

And so, you start investigating with him, mostly asking everyone for their alibis at the time of the crime, even though most of them were completely drunk and don't remember much. And, to be totally honest, you were kind of drunk too, so you don't remember much after the moment you left the party. You don't even remember when you left. Was it with the first group ? Or with Setsuka's group, late during the night ? You don't know.

After some time, Monocrow finally announces that it's trial time, so everyone goes to the elevator. You and Nikei are the last that remains in the Uehara Bell Tower. Nikei goes to the exit, but when he realizes that you're not following, he comes back to you. You were with your notebook, focused on everyone's alibi.

(Y/N), come on, we're gonna be late.

Surprised, you hold back a cry before looking at him.

A-Ah, sorry, I was just too focused !

It's okay, don't worry. I apologize for scaring you.

You smile at him.

You're forgiven, you adorable journalist~

W-What ?

His face turn red after those words, while you're approaching the exit, giggling.

Hehe, it's so simple to make him blush~

He finally follows you, and the two of you rejoins the others at the elevator. After that, everyone steps into the elevator. You decide to take place besides Nikei, who is focused on his notes. You're kinda nervous, but you don't want to bother him. Well, actually, you don't have to bother him, 'cause he ends up noticing you and takes your hand gently.

Everything's gonna be alright, okay ? Don't be so nervous.

I-I know but... What if we don't find the culprit ? What if we end up dying ?

Don't think about that, it's gonna be okay. We'll catch the culprit and only them will be punished, okay ? Have some trust in you and in the others.

Y-Yeah... S-Sorry.

It's okay, don't worry.

The elevator finally stops, and both of you steps out of it, Nikei still holding your hand. Then, you take place behind the stand with my name on it, and everyone does the same. I look at both my sides : at my right, there's Nikei, and at my left, it's Shinji.

Okay... I can do it... At least Nikei's by my side...

And so, the trial starts.

After a long hour, the trial finally ends. You and the others have reached the conclusion that Hajime was the culprit, and you were right. Now, the boxer is silent, but everyone wants answers.

... H-Hajime... How could you...

...

Now's not the time to stay silent, Hajime...

... I'm sorry.

S-Sorry...? You're the culprit ! You murdered Yuri... and all you have to say for yourself is "I'm sorry" ?!

...

... Why ? Hajime, why would you, of all people, kill someone ?

Right... Please, give us an answer. Why did you kill Yuri, Hajime ?

...

Answer us, Hajime !

I... can't tell you.

Huh ? You... can't tell us ?

... You wouldn't understand, even if I do, and it would only make you despise me more than you already do.

... Well, it's true that we despise you, but we need a goddamn answer !

Are you serious ?! It's your fault we had to go through this whole trial mess in the first place ! We do all this and you don't even give us a straight answer ?!

Well, to be honest, you weren't very helpful, sis.

Mac, please tell us. We just want to know why. Did you forget about the rules of the class trial ?

The rules...?

If blackened's identity is revealed in the trial, they will be punished...

Right, Hajime, you're about to die now. Don't you realize that ?

...

The room went silent until Shinji spoke again.

She's right, Hajime. We don't despise you. But we have to know : what led you to commit murder ?

W-Was it just because you wanted to escape...? That's all ?

Hm... I don't think there is an escape from this island, so I doubt it's that...

It was the same for all of us. We all have friends and family waiting for us out there... We all had the willpower to hold in our desire to escape... It's hard to believe that Hajime would just murder someone because he wanted to leave...

...

You must have had another reason. Something that pushed you to commit murder... Mac, just tell us what it was. If you don't, I don't know if we'll ever be able to move forward from this...!

... Or... Maybe it's not something, but someone, that pushed him to kill...

...

Geez, answer, Hajime.

... I'm sorry. I still can't tell you.

Hajime !

But you're right ! I didn't kill Yuri just to get off this island. I had to commit murder, so I did. My decision didn't have a process. The only thing left to behold is the outcome. Whatever my true reason was, I killed Yuri. I'm not trying to make any excuses here. I... just want to die the way I am now, as a murderer.

... Well, that's a great start, I guess...

Hajime...

D-Die ?! Don't just jump to conclusions ! That's not decided yet. Just wait, I'm sure there'll be another way...

What are you talking about ? There are no exceptions to the rules on this island. Are you turning to escapism now ?

N-No, but...

Hold on just a second, Hajime. Did you say you wanted to die as a "murderer" ?

What are you getting at, Kokoro ?

Hmm... I think I know what she wants to say...

That's not what you're thinking at all.

What are you saying...?

... She's basically saying that something is wrong with the way Hajime acts, Yoruko.

...

You cannot deceive me, Hajime. The emotion in your words just now... You're hiding something.

What's the matter, Kokoro ?

While it's true that Hajime's words just now seem stoic... His thoughts betray something else entirely. Hajime is under the belief that he himself will not die at all.

...!

Wh-What do you mean, Kokoro ?! Are you reading his thoughts or something ?

... I know your mind-reading is real, Koko, but doesn't it seem a bit off for Mac to think that way right now ?

Not if he was told from the begenning that if he kill someone he'll live...

I cannot read his exact emotions because of those sunglasses covering his eyes... But I see that there was an abnormal reason for your murder of Yuri. What was it ?

I-I have no idea what you're talking about ! I was prepared to die. I have nothing more to say ! Monocrow, just start your stupid punishment...

Mr. Makunouchi, you may tell them.

Here we go... I knew he would have something to do with all this !

... What ?

You may tell them the truth. I suppose you are concerned about the consequences, but that is of no matter. Speak freely. Besides, I doubt we can hide this from Kokoro any longer.

Oi, what the fuck do you have to do with all this, you creepy bastard ?!

H-Hey ! Stop bothering him ! Why are you trying to make that decision for him ?! Is this another one of your conspiracies ?!

... Mikado, are you sure it's okay ?

... Huh ?

Completely. You are already aware of our abilities, yes ? While we cannot reveal everything at this moment, telling them your reason for murder should be acceptable. I will handle the aftermath. Do as you please, Mr. Makunouchi.

Those two... What are they talking about right now ?

I don't know but I have a really bad feeling about this...

...!

... Really ? Well, if you say so. Nothing's ever gone wrong listening to you.

Hajime ? What's going on here...?

After that, Hajime's eyes turned red, and a creepy smile appeared on his face.

So y'all wanna know why I committed murder, huh ? The answer's simple. It's because I was supposed to commit murder.

What the actual fuck ?!

Wh-What are you talking about, Hajime...? You're acting really strange...!

Hm ? What's so strange ? You all wanted to know why I did it, right ? And it's just as I said. It was my mission to murder.

I-I don't understand what you're saying... and something doesn't look right about you now...!

Sorry for keeping quiet... But since it's already too late and Mikado gave me permission, I'd like to say it out loud to y'all.

Say... what out loud...?

Altgough this must be painful to hear... I must reveal that Mr. Makunouchi is a proud member of Void.

... The fuck ?

Void...? What's that ?

... That's the name of the organization Mikado briefly mentioned on the first day we came to this island...!

Huh ? Didn't he just make that up for his false persona ?

It looks like that wasn't the case.

That's right. I'm working with Mikado. The mastermind behind this whole killing game.

What...?!

I-It's a lie ! This... This can't be !

... It is no lie. This fact perfectly explains Hajime's strange behavior. It was all planned out from the start.

Th-Then, everything he did, everything we know him for, it was all an act...?!

I told you, didn't I ? If I tell you why I killed you'd all hate me even more. I was trying to pay you all back for our past week together by getting off the stage as quietly as possible.

Hajime... were you really on the mastermind's side this whole time...?

That's right. I've been on his side from the very first day of this field trip... No, before that even, from the very start of his plan...

Th-That's...

The world-famous boxing star Hajime Makunouchi involved in a large-scale criminal organization like this...? Damn it... Normally this would have been perfect for a headline, but... I'm in shock. I can't believe it.

... Now's not the time for journalism, Nikei...

Y-Youuuuuuu !!! Hajime !!! Why ?! How come ?! What do you mean by "supposed to murder" ?!

They likely coordinated this event in advance. "You must kill someone to someone to escape this island". It's easier said than done. The killing game could easily fall into a deadlock when its centerpiece is something as wicked as murder.

Huh...

... I suppose Hajime's role was to break the deadlock by committing the first murder. Am I correct ?

Indeed. We had planned everything in advance. It would have been serendipitous for a murder to have occured without Mr. Makunouchi's involvement, but reality is rarely that cooperative.

That conversation at the dining hall yesterday...! Do you remember when Yuri said that our motive to murder was weak ? Back then, Mikado answered that the killing game was structured so someone would kill...

Is this what he meant by that ?! Hajime worked for the mastermind and hid among us in our daily lives... And if a murder didn't occur, he was going to come out and do it himself ?

Now that we've crossed this threshold, I believe it would be best to drive the dagger of despair in even deeper. Allow me to reveal one more painful truth to all of you. In truth, Mr. Makunouchi and I are not the only members of Void.

What ?

Myself included, Void is an organization of five members in total ! And all five of them are currently standing in this very courtroom.

Hm... We know you and Hajime are Void members, so that means there's still three to discover, right ?

Indeed. So, do you fully grasp the implications of what this means ?

Th-That means...

There's more of us besides Hajime that are working for you right now ?!

N-No way ! Who ?! Who are they ?!

Naturally, I cannot say. Oh, and if it wasn't already evident, the late Mr. Kagarin is excluded from all this.

Well duh, that would be dumb for one member of Void to kill one of their partners.

It is truly a tragedy. He would have made this school trip much more interesting had he lived a bit longer.

I had no choice. It was to create a conflict of men versus women for the exact recration of the case. Yuri was the only one whose death would be able to achieve that. He stirred up theories of a woman being the culprit just by being the victim of this case.

What...? Hajime, don't tell me that's the sole reason you murdered someone...

You listening, Shinji ? My mission was to kill someone. All I had to do was choose who. Of course, I had to prepare the murder and all the tricks by myself as well. It was a load of work, and a lot of weight on my shoulders. I tried my best to win, but I guess it was too hard for me to deceive the brainpower of fourteen people. Not to mention it would have been a whole other problem had I actually won.

Y-You bastaaaard !!!

Huh ?

B-Big Bro ! No violence...!

As the firefighter runs toward Hajime to hit him, he ends up being knocked out by the boxer. No one tried to stop any of them, no even you, though you were kinda scared one of them would kill the other.

Are you nuts ? Did you really think you could challenge the Ultimate Boxer ?

Mr. Makunouchi ! Even if you are about to depart, violation of the rules under my watch is unacceptable.

... But... Shinji violated the rules first by trying to fight Hajime, dumbass.

It doesn't matter, my job's done here.

Sh-Shinji !

He's out cold...

What was that ? Hajime... you hit Big Bro with your full strengh ? We've been together for a week now, I thought you saw us all as your friends... Did everything that happened this week mean nothing to you ?!

... Well, it was enjoyable to some extent. At one point, I really did feel like I had made some real friends.

But, why...? Why did you bring us here just to make us kill each other...? Kokoro, can't you just read his mind and find out ?

Hey now, stop relying on her ! She's not a robot !

... Mind-reading is not perfect. It cannot be used anytime I desire, either. It can only tell the general emotion state and the mood of the individual, not their exact thoughts. I can't just simply understand why he's decided to side with the mastermind. What I can tell you right now though... is that everything Hajime has said is true.

Anyways, sorry for tricking you guys. But, I couldn't help it. I... can't live on without this plan.

What does that mean...?

Pardon me, Mr. Sannoji and Mr. Makunouchi. Every time you Voids get the spotlight, I feel like I am reduced to a mere bird with no purpose.

... Maybe because that's what you are.

I have my roles as the teacher and judge, and it seems like the time has come for me to do my job as well.

Ah, yes. It seems that I was a bit too hasty in giving my surprise announcement. Without further ado, Mr. Monocrow, please begin ! The grand finale of the class trial !

Very well. I've prepared a very special punishment for this case's blackened : Hajime Makunouchi, the Ultimate Boxer !

Hm ? I think that's enough, Mikado. You don't have to go this far. I don't need the punishment, so just tell me the way out and I'll be waiting for ya there.

I beg you pardon ? I'm afraid I don't follow. You are the loser of this trial, and therefore you will be executed.

Whoa, whoa, stop joking around. I was supposed to leave after this. Surely you won't actually kill me, will you ?

I will.

... Ooookay, let's execute Mikado now !

... What ?

Forgive me, Mr. Makunouchi, but even I cannot bend the rules of this game. Are you not aware that we Void are participating on the side of the students ? I'm certain you have not forgotten that the correctly identified blackened must face execution...

I-I said stop joking around...

Well then, shall we begin ?

...?! Oh, this is just part of the act, right ? You're just pretending, right ?

Stop being delusional...

Farewell, Mr. Makunouchi. I shan't forget you. There is no need to cower in fear like that. Who knows ? Perhaps if our plan succeeds, a blessing of fortune may be able to resurrect you.

...!

Wait... What ?! I-Is he talking about... that...?

...! ...! ...!!! You son of a bitch ! Do you think the other three are just gonna let you get away with this ?! I'll reveal the entire plan right now-

It's punishment tiiiime !

No, WAIT !

You try to catch Hajime's hand when the collar gets attached to his neck, but you barely touch it before he is dragged away.

Let's hope that would be enough for him to survive...

Yes, you didn't try to stop anything, because you knew you didn't have enough strengh to do so. You just wanted to use some of you little secret power, Divine Luck, to make sure he wouldn't die. You also know that somehow Yuri isn't dead, because when he touched you a few days ago, you took the occasion to give him some of your Divine Luck as well, but nobody knows that, not even Mikado or the Voids.

When the execution finally ends, you make up your mind.

If I had to use my Divine Luck to save all of them, then I'll do it.

Then, after all that, everyone leave the courtroom. You are the last one to step in the elevator to leave. You decide to stand at the bottom of the elevator, silent. Nikei notices your mood and comes to you.

You okay ?

No. I'm super upset. We should have execute Mikado instead of Hajime ! That way, this fucking mess would have instantly ended !!

... I... I understand how you feel. I don't want this to continue either.

... I don't even know if I can trust everyone now.

... Well, no one can force you. Just listen to your heart.

... Give me your hand.

Eh ?

Give me your hand. Don't ask anything, 'cause I won't answer.

... O-Okay...

And so, Nikei gives you his right hand. You take it, silently transferring him some of your Divine Luck. He looks at you, and you can guess he wants to ask you what you're doing. After some minutes, you let go of his hand as the elevator stops. When the doors open, you immediatly step out and go alone. You find refuge at the beach, and you sit down on the sand. You look at the blue sea again, thinking about what happened. The discovery of the corpse, the investigations, the trial, Hajime being the culprit, Mikado being a fricking traitor and the execution. And, more importantly, you think about what Mikado has said.

Is he... looking for Divine Luck...? But he doesn't know I am one of the people known who has this "power", so... Is he trying to... make Utsuro come back ? Resurrect him ? But is it even possible ?

Hey, you should go rest, you know.

Gyah !

Surprised, you almost punch Nikei, who stands just behind you.

... Fucking idiot, you scared me to death !!

Sorry, but didn't you hear me coming ?

Of course not !! Why would I be scared if I heard you, idiot ?!

... W-Well... Y-You're not that wrong... I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to upset you.

You sigh.

Let's forget about that... I'm too tired for this shit... What are you doing here ?

Hm... Well, I just notices you weren't aboard the boat anymore, so I went to look for you and I found you here. And you, why are you here ?

... I needed to... calm myself down... And I wanted some space to think...

... Is something the matter ?

Not really... It's just... The events... It's just too much...

I see.

The journalist sits down at your left.

Everyone is freaked out, you know, it's not just you. But if you let your feelings or emotions take control, you won't be able to think properly. You should organize your thoughts. And never forget you're not alone.

Mhm... I know. Thanks, Nikei. I don't know if you're a Void, but... Even if you are, I trust you.

W-What ? Y-You shouldn't talk like that, you know ! Anyone could stick a knife in the back !

You stand up, a mysterious smile on your face.

Even if that happened, it would be pretty hard to kill me~

Then, you leave, still hearing Nikei shout a "What ?!" behind you. After leaving the beach, you go back to the Monocruise and go to your room before collapsing on your bed. Then, you instantly fall asleep.

The next morning, you wake up one hour after the morning annoucement. You hear someone knocking at your door.

Coming, coming...

You get out of bed and approach the door before opening it.

Huh ? Nikei ?

Come with me.

Without letting you speak, he grabs your right wrist and lead you to some room in the Monocruise. Everyone is here, apparently waiting.

Ah, (Y/N) ! You're late !

I'm sorry, I overslept. So... What'cha all doing here ?

Well... Monocrow said we had to gather here.

Indeed. Mr. Sannoji, I think it's your time.

Nikei and I step away from the door as Mikado comes in, with the green haired cowboy we saw on the first day. The latter was tied up in a BDSM way.

What the hell ?!

Mikado announces that this guy will join the killing game, and the cowboy introduce himself as Teruya Otori, the former Ultimate Merchant. Outraged, you shout.

Are you fucking kidding us ?! You should have been executed instead of Hajime, you fucking asshole ! YOU are the one who planned all this ! YOU are the one who betrayed Hajime !! And now, you have the nerve to introduce a guy who first came here to save all of us as a participant of your fucking killing game ?! And, more importantly, you do that after killing his partner RIGHT BEFORE HIS EYES ?!

H-Hey now, what is she talking about...?

C-Calm down, (Y/N) ! Please !

H-Hey, Otori, you're the closest to them, please hold them back before they try to hit Mikado ! No one wants her to get killed !

Y-Yeah, g-got it !

Without another word, the former merchant grabs you in his arms, firmly holding you as you still look at Mikado in a cold way.

You know what ? I've had enough of you bullshit !! I'll make sure that no one else dies !!! And I'll make sure that this fucking joke ends right here right now !

Mikado stays silent, his mask smiling.

You know what... I don't know how you want to do that, but you will NEVER resurrect Utsuro !

What...?! How did you...?!

How did I find out ? I just guessed it ! Because you told Hajime that maybe he will be resurrected by a blessing of fortune, and only Divine Luck can possibly do something like that ! And you know what ? I HAVE this Divine Luck. And I'll make sure to use it so this killing game ends right now !

... So... I made a mistake, huh...?

Mikado sigh, knowing he already lost. Teruya, totally shocked by the revelations, had let go of you. Everyone was silent, just looking at you without understanding anything.

Now, ya better tell us where we are and how to get outta here !

... We're in a virtual world, and you have to activate the shutdown sequence with a certain computer.

Hm... Honestly, I kind of predicted we weren't in the real world... So... Take me to this computer, right now !

W-Wait a sec, (Y/N) ! Y-You... What are you ?!

... I am basically like Utsuro, possessor of the Divine Luck. And honestly, I knew about that group, what was its name again ? Ah yeah, "Children of Utsuro".

...!

Though I didn't know who they were nor what that group was.

... They were the premice of the Void. They were only four at the time, and then I came to take their lead. The five of us have been saved by Master Utsuro's Divine Luck.

... But now that he's dead, his Divine Luck is disappearing, am I wrong ? That's why you need to resurrect him, or so you thought, because you didn't know my existence, or, more precisely, I hid the fact I have Divine Luck.

You understand now that our fate is in your hands ? All five of our fate...

No. Only the four other Voids, you can die for all I care.

Ouch, that's rude.

Maybe if you weren't a crazy asshole I would be more kind to you.

... I must admit they has some character.

Otori, I wouldn't say that if I were you, they might get upset.

Heheh... Sorry, i'm not intending to upset them.

... Ya know I'm not deaf. And I'm not upset about the truth, don't worry. Aaaaanyways, little dog, take me to that computer.

Pfft- Now they're not even using his name.

Haha, that suits him so perfectly !

... Fine... Come on.

The wizard takes your hand and teleport both of you to a locked room where there is only a computer. You approach the latter and do something, no one would know what you are doing. After that, you ask Mikado to take you back to the others, and so he obeis. When you're back to the others, you approach Nikei and kiss him without letting him react. Then, you smile.

You know, you're sus as fuck, but gosh, I can't help but loving you.

... I... Ugh, fuck this ! I am a Void, as long as Emma and Iroha. And I was the original leader of our group. We were so desperate that we trusted Mikado, but... It seems it was a mistake...

... Nikky... I promise I'll help you and your comrades.

And, with that, everything goes white around you, and you wake up in the real world, welcomed by the orange haired girl that Mikado tried to kill and a blue haired guy who was kind of creepy. Hearing their explanation, you bless Nikei, Hajime, Emma and Iroha with your Divine Luck, and you also end up convincing Rei and Tsurugi to let them free, promising that you'll keep an eye on them.

And so, everyone got their happy ending.

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Get Better.

Summary: Exams are coming up, and Y/N asks help from her long-time bestfriend Iida. But it seems like Iida is taking this tutor help too seriously, too much that Y/N can’t take it. Can Iida run back to how things used to be? (Featuring Monoma)

Warning/s: Angst, fighting, unintentional condescension, unintentional bullying, jealousy

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The bell rings and everyone sighs. Y/N cleans up her desk, her notebooks filled with everything she could fit, but even after all her listening and attentiveness, nothing has processed in her head. All her pencils are now dull and the pages of her notebook are crumpled with her failed attempts at erasing mistakes. The book rustles and crumples as she angrily stuffed them into her bag.

“Don’t torture the innocent trees for your stupidity, Y/N.” Monoma says as a joke. Easily replied with a middle finger, which made him shut up. “Good luck anyway, just call when you need it.” He winks. He’s smart, yes, he could be friendly too, but he just chooses to be an asshole. Dealing with him as a classmate is just as bad as dealing with a toddler. He slaps Y/N at the back on her neck, as he usually does as their way of annoying each other.

As soon as she steps out of your classroom, she spots the one and only top scorer, Tenya Iida. He’s smart, and Y/N is another story. Which makes them a good duo…before. Nowadays, it seems like they’re just neighbors. But time to make use of their relationship they used to have.

She walks up to him as he parts from his green-haired friend. “Iida!” She chants, giving him a small wave. They used to call each other by first names but Y/N felt like they weren’t close enough to talk that way anymore.

He looks a bit shocked and looks around, “L/N! How are you?” He smiles at her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Haha…” Her eyes avoids his from both embarrassment and the beat in her heart. That’s right, even after growing apart ever since the last year of elementary school, her heart beats for her childhood playmate.

He looks at her with worry, “What’s wrong?”

“No! It’s not a big problem! It’s just…you know…the usual.” She clears her throat, sweat building up on her forehead and palms.

At first he’s confused, not remembering what “the usual” is. It isn’t until Y/N shows him her recent homework and mock tests that it clicks. “I couldn’t say I didn’t expect it from you, L/N.”

“Ouch.” Her heart cracks a little. “Is this what you think of me?”

He sighs, “How did it go this far? Why didn’t you tell me?” He folds up her paper and takes her by the shoulders. “I will tutor you! I will help you! Like I used to! It’s the weekend tomorrow, you can come by and we’ll study.”

Their walk home felt like old times, talking about their own loud, blonde, and aggressive classmate, or talking about how much they haven’t spoken in a while.

“Gosh L/N, how tall have you grown?” He laughs noticing the difference between them.

She gives him a look, “Are we supposed to talk about me, mister buff guy? What have they been feeding you?” she nudges him.

They laugh together, “No, I meant about how much you’ve changed. You used to be so lonely but now you’re so lively.”

“I didn’t change everything about me.” Y/N sighs. “But hey, I’m happy you have friends now. I remember when you and I-”

“Ah! Shush! Shush!” He covers her mouth as a way to keep her from talking about the most embarrassing things he used to do. “Anyway, this is me. Stay safe, and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Your grades need my help for sure!” He waves to her as she disappears from his sight.

She gets home and sighs immediately, how did it end up this way? “It’s not a date, just a study date.” she tells her pillow. But how did it end up this way? How did her fairly average grades turn into a pot of steaming shit? No one knows, it was like a switch was flipped to make her mind just stop receiving studies. Was it her hero training? Was it because she was focusing more on her training? No, she was just an average hero.

It didn’t help that her parents constantly compared her to Iida. But no matter the amount of comparison between them, she still remembered how good of a listener he was. How good he was at pushing the swing when they played or how stupid he was when playing hide and seek. How cool piggyback rides were when he told her about his newly discovered quirk. Maybe it was the reason she couldn’t help but feel happy for him after every success he had, the reason she gives him a slight bow when they pass by at the hallway. Maybe their childhood relationship was the reason her chest beats like the bass during a concert when he smiles at her or messages her for her rare achievements.

“Just suck it up and get better!” She tells herself.

Tomorrow -

The doorbell rings, Iida’s mom opens the door and gleefully smiles at her. “Oh my god, Y/N?! How long has it been since I last saw you?! Come give me a hug!” She pulled her into a tight squeeze, much to the dismay of Iida, who was tending to his brother. As soon as Tensei heard her name, he wheeled himself to the front door and called out to her, much to the dismay of his younger brother once again.

“Are you really her? No, this can’t be little Y/N! You’ve grown!” he comments.

“You’re acting like you haven’t seen her in years.” Iida sighs.

The two Iida’s turn to him with a glare, “It’s cause we haven’t!” they said to him.

“Tell me you’re staying for dinner! I can’t wait for your father to-”

“That’s enough! L/N, come, let’s work on your studies.” He pulls her by the arm to his room. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, “I apologize for them, but let’s get started, shall we? There’s a lot to work on, afterall.” A smile appears on his lips, which Y/N replied the same with.

It’s been 3 hours, and the two seem like they’re just not getting along. Y/n’s head is on the table while Iida’s was on his hands. “L/N. It’s an easy question. What is the chemical composition of gold?” Iida says for the 100th time.

“Iida. I don’t know.” her voice muffled from the table.

“L/N, we can’t do this if you’re not even trying. Are you trying to fail this class?” He chuckles, almost condescendingly, placing his fists on the table. The papers are scattered, the mock tests Iida had prepared have X marks all over them.

“I’m trying, Iida. Sorry I don’t have a big brain.” Y/N tries to joke but deep inside, she just wants to get out of there. After all the half-hearted “jokes” Iida has been throwing at her throughout the 3 hours, she’s had enough.

“Maybe this is why you’re in 1-B instead of 1-A.”

“What?”

“If you tried harder, you would’ve been in the same class as me. This is why you didn’t get in Soumei, with me.” He sighs.

Y/N lifts her head up, “Thanks, Iida. For throwing that in. Really helpful.”

“Good. May that serve as an inspiration to you.” His hands turns a page on his book. “Now, let’s-”

“I think I’m done. I’ll try again tomorrow. Thanks.” Y/N scoops up her stuff and crumples them into her bag quickly, hiding her shame and the tears welling up in her eyes.

“Are you seriously giving up? Didn’t we used to say to never give up? You really have changed.” Iida tries to stop her, holding her bag.

“Yeah, and you haven’t! You’re still so egotistical and think so highly of yourself! When I say I’m done, I’m done! So I thank you for your help, but I don’t want it anymore!” She tugs on the sleeve he has his grip on.

“L/N! L/N!” His voice fades away as she shuts his door and heads downstairs.

“Y/N? Are you- Hey, what’s wrong?” Tensei tried to console her as the tears were already dripping down her angry and embarrassed face. “Y/N!” he pleads to her again, and so was their mother, but she was already out the door.

What people don’t know about Iida is that he was truthful, too much that it hurt. The way he would point out Y/N’s flaws when they would practice their quirks together when they were kids, or how much higher of a grade he got compared to hers. She would come back home with her self-esteem lower than before she left to go see her playmate. Maybe it was the reason she didn’t mind as much when Iida started coming to the playground less. Maybe the constant mention of his name when it came to her grades was the reason she didn’t feel the need to call out to him when they met eyes during the entrance exam.

Nevertheless, she’s done with trying to rekindle their…whatever it may be. She went home and stuffed all her notes down the trash, screaming at how frustrated she was at herself. Iida, in the meantime, was just mad at her for getting mad while he was just trying to help. Even after plenty of scolding and yells from his family that what he was saying was wrong, he finds no fault in only stating the harsh truth.

Monday comes again and they only have 1 week before their exams, Y/N has given up. Her notes were empty and her motivation is just as low as her ankles.

“Gosh, Y/N. You gave up in life or something?” Monoma chatters to her.

“Yeah.” she mutters, closing her empty notebook.

Monoma smiles but it drops noticing she was serious, he loudly scoots his seat next to her and opens it. “Sheesh, what is this? Your dignity? Listen, Y/N, the exams are coming up and now is not the time for your mind to go anywhere else. Here, take my notes, you’ll need it.” Monoma raises his arm to slap her at the back of his head but instead of a harsh playful hit, her hair is played with for a second. But as Y/N looks up, he’s already at the other side of the classroom, talking with the rest. When he spots her looking at him, he points to his notebook and ushers her to read, mouthing “Read, idiot!” to her. Y/N scoffs but does as told and studies. His notes were weirdly short but much more understandable, often having additional unnecessary stuff added it, which made it more rememberable.

When the bell rang, Y/N is met with a smack, “Give me back my notes, you must’ve remembered some stuff by now.” he rolls his eyes.

“Come on, let me keep it for longer!” Y/N pleads, gripping the notebook tightly.

“Hey! I need to study too!” He pretends to yell and get upset, they wrestle for it for a while.

Iida, in the meantime, walks out his classroom door, seeing the two fighting. He smiles, remembering how they used to playfight too. He’s happy to see her making…friends. They’re friends, right? Huh, why’s she making friends with a mean guy like Monoma?

Monoma sighs and gives up, “Fine, fine. How about we both study? Hm?” He smiles, pulling her bag and carries it for him.

“Are you serious?” she plays, stomping on his foot.

“Why would she get taught by you when she has me?” a deep voice called from behind. They turn around to see Iida. “You can come-”

“It’s fine, Iida. Come on, Mo, let’s see how good you really are in teaching.” Y/N loops her arm around his and he scoffs and boasts how good he is in everything. Like what they…used to do. Huh, why didn’t she do that when they were walking home the other day?

It continued continuously, day after day she would reject Iida’s offers and goes with someone else, most of the time Monoma, who would sling his arm around her shoulders.

“L/N, my mom-”

“Hold on, Iida. Monoma is trying to explain something.”

Or some other days, Y/N doesn’t even acknowledge his messages.

Iida Tenya: If you need help, I’m here.

Iida Tenya: My notes are also available here for you.

Iida Tenya: Just so you know.

L/N Y/N: Ok.

It seems like she’s found a new bestfriend, slash rival. Like Iida used to be. Iida comes home wrecked, his muscles are sore, his head is Y/N, her legs are tired and, his head is Y/N. It seems like her new relationship with Monoma is tipping him off his usual self. And it seems like he found a day to fix it. As he was heading home, he overheard a little conversation as he passed by.

“Gee, Monoma. I think I’m good on my own. Thanks, either way, man!” She patted Monoma on the back.

“Don’t fail the exams or else you’ll have to compensate me for the time I gave you. As your teacher, I will be very disappointed, Y/N.” He fake cries as he messes her hair up to make her look trashed.

“Eh?! Seriously?!” Her feet take a step back, Monoma laughs and shakes his head, telling her it was just a joke. “Well, I’ll be at the library. Bye!”

Iida watches as Y/N walks the other way, heading to the library. Monoma walks his way, and Iida takes him by the arm. “What is your relationship with L/N?” Iida blurts out.

Monoma smiles an evil grin, as he usually does, “Oh? What does the representative of 1-A have to say me? And why should you care about my own classmate. Y/N is my classmate, not yours. Shouldn’t I ask you why you’re even asking about her?”

“She’s a very important person to me. And I must know what your relationship with her is. For her safety.” His grip tightens, but loosens as he notices a few of their classmates looking at them.

Monoma laughs, pulling his grip away from him. “Important person, ha! My, my. You’re delusional, aren’t you? She may be important to you, but are you important to her? Clearly not because she’s treating you like a clingy speck of lint.” The blonde swings his bag to his bag and give him a look. “It’s none of your business. And if you must know, you should just forget about her.”

Iida watches as the blonde walks away, silently enraged. And now, Iida is laying on his bed, the night has set and he’s wondering what to do to get his friend back. He takes his phone and checks her page, where she would post daily about where she was. He has blocked her profile momentarily to avoid seeing pictures of them together in a cafe or library or any picture with both of them within 2 meters of each other. He unblocked her and looked at her page, she was at the library. Still at the library. He gets up, gets his coat and walks out the door, heading for the library.

Y/N slams her head onto her notebook, “Almost done. Almost done” she thought to herself, she flipped the next page over and started answering whatever questions were there.

“L/N.” she heard from above her, she looked up and saw a familiar blue haired man.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes, “Iida, it’s 9pm. I think you’re late for your curfew.” she continued her writing.

“What are you still doing here?” he panted.

“Guy with a running quirk is tired from running, gosh.” She thought, “I’m trying to finish something. I’ll be okay.”

Suddenly, her notebook was shut with a loud TWACK as it hit the table. “Go home, L/N. It’s late.” he instructed, putting her stuff inside her bag before swinging it behind him.

She stood up and pulled him out the library, away from anyone who could be there. “Why are you doing this, huh? Is this your way of showing me that I need you? Hm? Well, guess what, Tenya Iida. I don’t!” She retorted, pulling her bag from him.

“I’m only looking out for you, L/N.” He tells her.

“No, you’re not. You’re looking for someone to make yourself feel better. When you found out I was slipping on my grades, you wanted to be closer to me than ever before. But when we had almost equal grades when we were younger, you barely reached out. You forgot about me. You just want to be around someone who’s lower than you.” Y/N walks away from him but he holds her arm tight.

“You’re misunderstanding things, I care about you. And I want to help-”

“Help, Iida? By saying that I’m stupid and how I wasn’t smart enough to get into your school? How I’m lazy and ill-witted? Great help. Such great help, Iida. I get it, I’m pathetic, but I asked for help and you used it to dig it into my skin.”

“But I can help you! In a way Monoma never can!” Iida yells back.

Y/N takes a step back and laughs a little, “Is this what it’s all about? Are you mad that someone else is much more helpful than you? Are you mad that you’re no longer my only friend?”

“No, that’s not it! That’s not it at all!”

“Then, what?! What is it?!”

“I can’t stand seeing you with him!” He takes her by the shoulders, pulling her close. Y/N is confused, her eyes widening and her brows raising. But not for long, her brows furrowed and she pushed him away.

“I can’t do this right now, Iida. Let’s talk after the exams. I can’t have you as a distraction when I’m so close to actually succeeding.”

It’s now Friday of the next week since their fight, they haven’t spoken nor laid eyes on one another. She’s now at her home, alone since her parents have decided to have a date night, making you gag from their love. She laid on the couch, watching whatever may be on the television as she eats a biscuit. Too tired and lazy to cook dinner for herself. The couch vibrates which she feels, she reaches her phone with her leg, kicking it and catching it quickly.

She barely got a moment to say hello when she heard the familiar voice, “I’m at your gate, can we please talk?” Iida mutters by the phone. Y/N jumps from the couch and peeks at the window, where the boy is standing there, under the god damn rain. She shuts the phone off and opens the gate for him.

She pulls him into the umbrella she brought, “Let’s talk here, my house is a bit of a mess. This will be quick, right?” Y/N tells him.

He takes a deep breath, “I- I don’t- L/N, I-” He stutters, he plays a little with his fingers. “L/N, I’m sorry…for everything I’ve done since we were kids. I’ve been so selfish and shallow and I don’t think about what I say. I really thought I was helping but I didn’t stop to consider your feelings. I’ve been a terrible friend and I don’t deserve to even show my face in front of you.”

Y/N only looks down at the ground, thinking about what he was saying.

“I was so desperate for you to stay with me here at UA that I wanted to do everything for you to pass the exams. But my help just hurt you more, I realized that you being with me might just hurt you even more. I’m sorry, L/N.” She looks up at him and he looks at her.

“Iida, I don’t want to stop being friends with you. I never did. And I’m glad you understand my feelings. But you don’t get to decide how I’ll feel about you. Yes, I’m upset. So upset that I want to break all your glasses. But I won’t lie by saying I didn’t think about you for all these years, even after we grew apart. You don’t get to decide that you being with me will be so bad you won’t even try.” Y/N tells him sternly.

Iida’s breathing grows unsteady, “Does this mean-”

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you for what you’ve done. I’m just saying that…I want to be with you again.” She gives him a look, he immediately pulls her into a hug and tears fell onto her shoulder, her umbrella being knocked off her hand.

“Iida!”

“I’ll be better, I will. I’m so sorry, L/N. I’m so so sorry.” Y/N pats his back and hug him tighter. The rain showers them wet, she immediately turns the knob to the door and lets him in.

Immediately, she pulls him to the couch and leaves to go to the bathroom. When she comes back, his hands are on his face. She drapes a towel over his head and a blanket on his shoulders. “I can stay ‘til the rain passes. I’ll set up the ro-” He pulls her hand to stop her from leaving.

“I’m sorry.” he mutters under his breath.

“Yes, you’ve said that…many many times. I get it. And I said-”

“I like you, Y/N. I couldn’t bear seeing you with him cause I want you with me.” he mutters, his head still down. Y/N stands there in shock, her heart beating fast.

“I want you to stay in UA with me. Please stay. Stay.” Y/N senses how weird he’s speaking and tips his head up and presses her hand on his forehead.

“For god sake’s, Tenya! How long were you standing in the rain for?!” Y/N yells at him.

“For how long it’ll take.” he replies. Y/N rolls her eyes.

“I brought you some of my dad’s clothes, get dressed. Stay for the night so you’ll get better.”

He got dressed and you lay him down the sofa, spreading out a blanket for him and placed a towel on his head.

“Drink you medicine. Come on, Iida.”

“Call me, Tenya. Like we used to, Y/N. I want to be better for you. And when you’re ready, I want to start a relationship with you.” He blabbers, his face straight and serious but red and flushed.

“Okay, Tenya. But first, get better for me, okay? I like you, too.”

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featuring our Inexpressible duo

Kamisato Ayato X Reader | you | y/n

Little happenings (before Part 6)

[’Surely, food is even beyond me. Nobody can compete against that.’

A note, written in Ayato’s notebook. ]

A snippet:

You looked at it for a moment but tried it anyways. Dipping it into the perfect mixture of soy sauce. "Taste... like?" you take another bite of it while thinking of a perfect word to describe it. "Me" "It's like..." you heard him quite well but decide to completely ignore it. "No matter, it's delicious" you nodded, agreeing to your own opinion. "You've been ignoring me, aren't you?" You kept on eating, carefully savoring the taste of the freshly prepared sushi. "Ohh... I've never try this one before" you excitedly exclaimed with a smile. "Take some of mine, if you'd like?" You carefully eat the sushi and only replied after you finished eating the ones on your portion. You didn’t even spare a glance over the food he recommended to you.

"That's the sticky girl, Miss talkative and, hmm" You pointed each pieces of different letters, reading each name and casually give personal naming based on how you think their personality, in one glance. Until the last one appeared. "money... no, it's" You tried to bring up a word but forgotten what was the exact term for it, a deep frown appeared on your face. Your index finger tapping on the piece of letter. "what is it this time?" He sighed, thinking you shouldn't be taking it too seriously. "Ah, the gold digger!" you exclaimed, once again pointing to the name written on the envelope. "How about you? How would you label yourself?" He finally placed down the quill pen, focusing on you. An amused grin was slowly appearing on his lips. "This isn't about me" you quickly stacked the envelope of letters neatly back to its previous place. "and certainly I have no time to answer such questions. Now that I've helped you, just choose one already." Such questions didn't bother you at all. Perhaps hunger was already taking its toll over your patience. It was two hour past afternoon and yet the person who has personally asked you to assist him has yet to finish writing a reply for the letters. Some were important and yet some were from nobles that was interested about engagements. "Just answer that one question and then we'll eat lunch" A scheming look was obviously displayed on his usually calm face. You intently looked at him, as the side of your head rests at the edge of your knuckles, eagerly trying to read him. "I'm a nobody... Right, I've answered it" you quickly stood up and walked out from his office with a victorious grin. It seems like he was still talking about something but you legit ignored it and was too quick to be stopped. Once you were already outside, he too has miraculously managed to catch up behind you. He was talking all the way to the dining room. Although you knew he was talking, you weren't even listening to whatever words he was saying. It was as if you couldn't understand what he was saying, your auto brain translation have long stopped working. Yes, you specifically learned Inazuman language but perhaps having lunch later than usual was the reason. 'Rice, miso soup, onigiri... I hope sushi is there??' your lists of preferred food goes on... If people have sleep deprived then you were probably having hunger issue. You sat down and pour a cup of tea. Diligently have a sip of the tea, as you wait for the house head to properly sat himself. Somehow you still has the conscious that it's improper to just start eating by yourself. He sat opposite to you, suddenly looking overly concerned. You just smiled at him, unable to even notice the difference in his face expression. Your thoughts have never left, thinking about the food on the table. Eventually he gestures to take whichever food you'd prefer to eat from which you gladly take it. One could obviously notice the rare sparkles on your eyes. Ayato silently eat his portions of food while observing your little expression over each food you've eaten. A gentle smile on his lips, seemingly enjoying the moment. "What's this?" You've been curious about this particular green servings for a while but finally decided to ask about it. "Umi budo, sea grapes just a different seaweed version" You looked at it for a moment but tried it anyways. Dipping it into the perfect mixture of soy sauce. "Taste... like?" you take another bite of it while thinking of a perfect word to describe it. "Me" "It's like..." you heard him quite well but decide to completely ignore it. "No matter, it's delicious" you nodded, agreeing to your own opinion. "You've been ignoring me, aren't you?" You kept on eating, carefully savoring the taste of the freshly prepared sushi. "Ohh... I've never try this one before" you excitedly exclaimed with a smile. "Take some of mine, if you'd like?" You carefully eat the sushi and only replied after you finished eating the ones on your portion. You didn’t even spare a glance over the food he recommended to you. "That was delicious! Thank you for the food. If there's another time, I'll definitely teach the chef some of my nation's specialty dishes" you beamed a smile and continued to stack some of the emptied plates. You were about to stand up to send the plates back to the kitchen but obviously someone wasn't going to let that happen. As quick as lightning, his hand was already holding on to your wrist. You looked at his long slender fingers encircling your thin wrist. 'It wouldn't be convenient to fight against this' you thought, seemingly giving up on trying when it comes to physical strength. "What is it?" you casually asked. "Are you angry?" His other hand was still holding the chopsticks. "What a childish question." You laughed "No, I'm not" and yet a hint of irritation was visible. "Then what are you not telling me?" He carefully placed down the chopsticks and suddenly become more serious. "Is it about the questions I've asked you?" He tries to guess due to your lack of response. You shook your head unhesitatingly. "Then, is it about the letters?" You just silently stared at him. The letters wasn't actually on your mind ever since you walked out of his office. It was something you never thought about. "I've long declined all of it. Have you not listened to what I've said?" He quickly adds after seeing the frown on your face. You shook your head because truthfully you wasn't paying attention aside from thinking about food during that time. 'What did he even said?' you attentively thought to yourself trying to remember but nothing comes to mind. He sighed, "It's you, I chose you" "I have never written you any letter of such" you innocently adds. "You don't need one, I'll take you myself" Ayato carefully looked at you expression but he can only sigh, seemingly helpless after seeing that you still have that same poker face. Absolutely not the slightest moved by such words. Truthfully he was out of idea. He couldn't decipher what has happened. "Alright, I plead guilty. Please do enlightened me with my wrong doings" His other hand was now holding on to your hand. Never did he thought that he had to give up on guessing it. Perhaps when it comes to figuring about you, he couldn't help but felt desperate and couldn't take any consequences. For a moment you only stared at him. "Never eat late, especially for lunch" you finally told him the core reason. He blinked at that, trying to digest those words. After a moment did finally a soft smile adorns his face. "Unless if you're not with me, I wouldn't mind" you casually adds. "Understood, we'll be on time when it comes to breakfast, lunch and dinner. Also including evening tea and supper" he excitedly exclaimed. The way he actually understood is actually overly extreme with nothing but admiration towards you. This person actually defines 'never eat late...' part as caring with love for him so extremely to the point that you could get angry over it. Although he isn't wrong about caring but it is undeniable that you were just so hungry yourself. However, 'unless if you're not with me...' went overboard because what you actually meant by that was to remind him that you're not trying to control him for saying the core reason but just as a reminder. If you were to spend time with him, at least he should consider lunch time. Working without energy does makes someone less efficient after all. Hence, he just confidently assumed that you were willing and want to have more lunch time with him. In fact to exaggerate it more, he defines it for a lifetime which is rather unexpected. If only you knew about this... "I did say for lunch only, besides-" you try to clarify your words. "No, I won't take back what I've just said" You helplessly sighed at your failed attempt trying to even talk with this man. You gave up. "So, is this the only offer you're giving for the chosen maidens?" You decides to change the topic way too quick even he couldn't keep up. Such sudden question left the Commissioner blinking in thoughts. Eventually he laughed, slightly shaking his head side to side. A bit too slow to react. "Not that I've chosen anyone before... So, naturally that would be you to decide"

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Hi hi!! Can I gets a fic with toddler regressor! Midoriya izuku going nonverbal during an outing and lowkey regressing but he doesnt know what's happening and he just kind of rolls with it and the rest of 1-A's just like "whelp, looks like we've got a toddler on our hands??" Idk idk but yeah. Please n thankies

I loved this idea so much. Here is your fanfiction!! Mainly featuring Todoroki, Tokoyami, and Asui as the caregivers, with brief appearances from most of Class 1-A but I couldn’t fit everyone in. Also some Dadzawa, of course.

Can be read below the 'read more’ or here on AO3.

Content Warnings: Sensory overload, non-verbal regression, briefly mentioned fear of Bakugou, involuntary regression in public.

-Mod Stella

Izuku had always enjoyed shopping with his class.

Of course, now that they had moved into the dorms, there were new rules. A teacher had to come with them, and the students were required to stay in groups of three at all times. They had gone shopping in chaotic groups in their first year, but now leaving campus was an entire event, filled with paperwork and anticipation.

Today, Izuku sat in the middle of the bus between Ochako and Shouto, discussing their math homework. Around them, the rest of 1-A was humming with gossip and excitement as the city sped by outside the bus. Eventually, the conversation turned to specific questions, and all three pulled out their notebooks to compare their answers.

Kaminari wandered over to check on Ochako’s answers, earing him a smack on the head from Kirishima.

“Dude, come one, cheating is totally uncool!”

“I was just checking my answer,” Kaminari pouted, rubbing his head. “I wanted to know if I got question three right!”

“Bring your notebook over,” said Izuku. “The more the merrier!”

By the time they reached the mall, half of the class had their notebooks out and were arguing about the bonus question.

“Not to discourage you from schoolwork, but we could have stayed on campus if you wanted a study session,” Aizawa called from the front of the bus as the doors opened.

“We’re here!” Mina cried, shoving her notebook into her backpack and bolting for the door without zipping up her bag. Izuku could see her through the bus windows as the rest of the class followed her, bouncing impatiently in place as she waited for them. Izuku joined the line outside the bus, waiting for Aizawa to check the class numbers and announce the groups for today.

“Alright, pick your own trios today. Feel free to travel in groups of six, but don’t be a pain for the other people at the mall. Behave while you’re here.” Aizawa’s glare travelled across the class, and Izuku nodded furiously. He wasn’t going to cause any trouble this time!

Izuku was so busy nodding that he almost missed when people started mingling to form trios. He quickly located his nearest friend, which was Shouto, and walked towards him. It looked like he had already paired up with Tokoyami and they were just waiting for a third.

“Mind if I join you guys?” Izuku asked, hooking his thumbs into the straps of his backpack as he got closer.

“You are welcome,” Tokoyami said. Shouto simply nodded and shifted his body to include Izuku in their little circle.

“Cool, thanks!” Izuku took his place with them, watching the rest of the class divide themselves. Most of them were split by gender, having discovered that the boys and girls tended to shop in different places. Aoyama and Mina were the exception to the rule, an inseparable shopping duo. Hagakure had joined them today, and the three were already planning their route through the mall with loud enthusiasm.

“Do you guys need to visit any clothes stores? I’ve gone through, like, ten pairs of socks since our last trip, but I’m okay aside from that,” Izuku admitted. “I’d love to check out the new All Might figurines, I think the games store carries them here…” His trio started to plan their trip with far less fanfare than Aoyama’s.

“You have until five,” Aizawa called into the noise of the class. “Text me if there’s trouble, I’ll be in the food court keeping an eye out.”

“Yes sensei,” the class chorused. Finally free, they filed into the mall in an exuberant crowd.

Izuku, Shouto, and Tokoyami ended up in the bookstore first, trailing each other to their preferred sections (Izuku the manga, Shouto the poetry, and Tokoyami the historical fiction, which Izuku wouldn’t have guessed). All three of them found something to take home and they re-entered the main hallway of the mall with new bags hanging on their arms.

Excited as Izuku was to read his new magazine, the sound of the mall was starting to grate on him. The lights were slightly too bright, and the rustle of plastic bags clashed with the incessant noise of the crowd. People rushed past each other, occasionally brushing against Izuku, and he had to control his instinct to flinch whenever someone stepped on his foot or bumped into his shoulder.

Izuku trailed behind the others, focusing on Tokoyami’s sneakers so that he wouldn’t lose them. He tried to shut out the sounds of the mall, with limited success. There was just too much.

“Are you alright?”

Izuku was surprised to hear Shouto’s quiet voice from his left, and glanced up to see the other boy walking beside him, forehead creased with concern. Izuku smiled and went to say… something. But he couldn’t quite figure out what to say, or how to say it, so he settled for giving Shouto a thumbs-up. Shouto’s expression did something too complicated for Izuku to follow, and then he offered a subtle smile and an outstretched hand.

Izuku didn’t think twice before sliding his hand into Shouto’s, and everything was immediately better. Had the mall been too bright? It was very nice, almost sunny. It was still a little too loud, but he didn’t have to worry about that. He just had to follow Shouto wherever he went, hand-in-hand.

Knowing he wouldn’t lose his friends, Izuku was free to look around. And there was a lot to look at. Lots of strangers, and bright coloured clothing in the shop windows, and… ah!! All Might figurines!

Izuku dug his heels in, pulling Shouto to a stop. Shouto looked back with concern on his face, but Izuku smiled and pointed towards the shop with figurines in the window, and Shouto’s expression cleared.

“Tokoyami!” Shouto called into the crowd ahead of them. “Izuku wants to stop.”

It only took a moment for Tokoyami to join them, glancing briefly down at their joined hands. “I’m with you,” he nodded. “I will follow.”

Izuku tugged Shouto towards the games and collectibles store. There were so many things in here that Izuku loved! So many heroes and cool clothing and wow! Izuku bounced on his heels a little as he pulled Shouto into the store.

Once they were inside, Izuku let go of Shouto’s hand and dove in. There were plushies to feel, and figurines to inspect, and lots of games to check out! Distantly, he was aware of the others following close behind, murmuring to each other. But the merch was so much more important. Lots of All Might, of course, but there was a plushie of Thirteen that Izuku had to take a minute to cuddle. Ochako would probably like that: she was a big Thirteen fan, and had a fair number of plushies. And there was a Crimson Riot figurine that made Izuku think of Kaminari. He gave it a pat on the spiky head. Izuku didn’t hug Kaminari enough. He gave good hugs.

Finished with his inspection, Izuku turned back to his friends and reclaimed Shouto’s hand, leaning contentedly against his side. It made him happy just to be here, surrounded by all these things he could buy, and his friends as well. Tokoyami was on Izuku’s other side, and he bumped his beak lightly against Izuku’s head when Izuku came to join them. Izuku blinked at him. Was that how birds said hello?

Izuku tried to return the gesture, but he didn’t have a beak, so he just poked his nose into Tokoyami’s jawline. He heard Shouto stifle a laugh behind him, and he was pulled back to Shouto’s side.

“Be nice to Tokoyami,” Shouto said. Izuku tilted his head, confused. He was being nice! He was saying hello.

“Should we find another group?” Tokoyami suggested quietly. “Would you like to see Uraraka?” he asked Izuku.

Izuku nodded. Why wouldn’t he want to see Ochako? She was one of his best friends!

“Sounds good.” Shouto’s fingers wrapped a little more firmly around Izuku’s as they started to walk again. Izuku continued to stare around the mall. Everything seemed so fast and loud and big. Was this how the world always was? Something felt off, but Izuku couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

Suddenly, there was movement through the crowd: Kacchan shoving his way through a group of preteen girls with his usual murderous expression, Kaminari and Kirishima loudly apologizing as they followed in his wake.

Izuku did his best to hide behind Tokoyami and Shouto, pressing closer to Tokoyami in the process. A face emerged from Tokoyami’s shoulder, making Izuku jump, but it was just a small part of Dark Shadow stretching lazily from Tokoyami’s shirt, glancing at Izuku and then back towards Kacchan’s trio.

“Don’t worry, kid, we’ve got your back,” Dark Shadow muttered, and did the same beak thing that Tokoyami had done, pressing gently against Izuku’s forehead and then retreating back into Tokoyami’s shoulder.

Izuku stared at the place where the shadow had been, mouth slightly open.

“Still alright?” Shouto asked, pressing Izuku’s hand lightly. “Do you want to get some headphones from Aizawa or Iida?”

Izuku shook his head. Less sound was nice, but he liked being able to hear his friends’ voices. Shouto gave him a thumbs-up, and Izuku mirrored the gesture with a grin.

“There they are,” Izuku heard Tokoyami announce. “Dark Shadow, get their attention.”

“Alright, alright, jeez.” Dark Shadow jumped from Tokoyami’s back and stretched above the crowd, waving a clawed hand. That got a lot of the crowd’s attention, but soon Izuku could see who he’d been gesturing at: a group of four girls, Ochako at their head, was coming over towards them.

“Hey Tokoyami, hey Dark Shadow! What’s up?” Ochako asked.

“I believe we have completed our expedition. We wanted to check with other members of our class,” Tokoyami said. Izuku frowned. Were they really done? But he needed… socks? Or maybe food? He was supposed to buy something.

“Hey, Izuku,” Tsu said, coming to join them. “How’s the trip?”

Izuku was slowly getting used to the weird twisting sensation that kept happening when he tried to talk. He gave Tsu another smile and thumbs-up. She nodded, her tongue poking out from her mouth.

“Don’t feel like talking? I get that. Ribbit. Do you want to go back to the bus?”

Izuku was conflicted. It would be quieter on the bus, and maybe he could even lie down, but all his friends were here! He didn’t want to be alone.

Not knowing how to express the feeling, Izuku reached his free hand towards Tsu and wiggled his fingers. Seeming to understand, Tsu moved forwards and curled her hand in his, and Izuku squeezed both her and Shouto’s hands.

“We’d come with you, if you wanted,” Tsu said. “I’m pretty much finished, and the others will still be a group if we head out. We’d have to check in with Aizawa-sensei, ribbit, but he won’t mind.” Izuku liked the idea of talking to Aizawa. He took care of the class. Izuku felt safer with Aizawa, and when his friends were with Aizawa.

Izuku reluctantly nodded. There was more to see at the mall, and he was sad to miss it, but the idea of curling up on the bus and relaxing with his friends sounded a lot better.

“Well, let’s go then!” Tsu said, pointing towards the food court.

“Wait, wait, I want to give Izuku a hug!” Ochako yelled, and then there were arms wrapping around Izuku from behind, pulling him back into Ochako’s familiar embrace.

Izuku melted, arms dropping to his sides and his weight leaning back into Ochako. She made a surprised noise, tilting back under the pressure, and then Izuku was weightless and Ochako pulled him properly into her arms.

“Hey, Izuku,” she murmured. “I’m sorry you’re going, but I hope you have a good time with Tsu and Todoroki.”

“Mmm!” Izuku said, hoping that Ochako would understand that he meant that he would definitely have a good time, and it was a very nice hug, and thank you very much.

“Okay, I’ll let you go,” Ochako sighed, and pressed a kiss to the top of Izuku’s head, right on his hair. He squeaked and felt his cheeks flush from the unexpected affection. It had felt… a lot like Tokoyami’s beak, actually. But kind of softer. “Take care of him, you two!”

“You know we will, ribbit.”

His weight restored and his hands taken again by his friends, Izuku turned to smile over his shoulder at Ochako as he was led away, his face still warm from the kiss. She smiled and waved, before turning back to Jiro, Momo, and Tokoyami. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Ochako’s voice was high-pitched and excited as she joined the conversation. Hopefully they were having fun.

“Careful, Izuku,” Shouto said, tugging at his hand. “Watch where you’re going.”

Izuku turned his eyes back to the front just in time to let Tsu and Shoto navigate him around a support beam that had been coming a little too close for comfort. Then they were in the food court, the crowd less chaotic here but the conversations louder.

Aizawa was sitting alone, dressed in passably civilian clothes with his capture weapon draped around his neck, phone in one hand. He lifted his chin as soon as Izuku and his friends stepped into view, acknowledging them as they headed towards him.

“Hey sensei,” Tsu said, when they got close enough. “Izuku’s a little overwhelmed and we were thinking about heading back to the bus for a while.”

“Did something happen?” Aizawa asked, directing the question towards both Izuku and Tsu as his eyes flickered between the three of them.

“Not as far as I know,” Shouto answered. “I think it was just the mall.” His thumb swiped across the back of Izuku’s hand. “Do you know?”

Izuku shook his head, then gently pulled his hands free.

Loud, he signed to Aizawa, whose eyes followed the gesture. Bright. Tired.

“Do you want a set of headphones?” Aizawa offered, making a shift towards the bag he’d brought along.

Izuku shook his head. Friends, he signed. Thank you.

“Suit yourself. How about a fidget toy?”

That sounded tempting, and Izuku’s face must have shown it, because Aizawa was rummaging in his bag and tossing things onto the table shortly thereafter. A Rubix cube, a length of string for cat’s cradle, squares of paper for folding, and a miscellany of little fidget gadgets. Izuku chose a set of interlocking rings that made a nice sound when he rattled them, and were fun to twist around each other. He gave Aizawa a smile and a bow, and then put the rings in his mouth. They were cool and metallic, and interesting to bite, but not very nice on Izuku’s teeth.

“Hmm.” Aizawa said, looking unimpressed. “I’ll have to clean those. And get you a proper chew if you’re going to be putting things in your mouth. Maybe a necklace so you can keep track of it.” He packed the rest of the fidget toys away, but not before tossing Tsu her favourite fidget cube and a set of keys. “Lock the bus doors behind you. If those keys go anywhere near the ignition, you’ll be expelled.”

“Yes, sensei,” Tsu agreed, tucking the cube and the keys into her pocket. “We’ll be careful.”

“You’d better be,” Aizawa said. “And take care of Problem Child.” Izuku perked up at the nickname. That was him! Aizawa was talking about him!

“Why is everyone saying that today?” Shouto said. “Of course we will.” He rested a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, which was almost as nice as holding his hand. Izuku leaned into the touch, eyes closing for a moment. He felt very tired all of a sudden.

“Come on, Izuku,” Tsu said, and then his hands were taken again and he was led away, out of the mall. Izuku’s eyes were more closed than open now, and the mall passed in brief flashes of colour and crowd. With a friend on each side, deflecting the traffic, no one bumped into him. Soon enough, they were in the fresh spring air, and Izuku blinked his eyes open to stare up at the clear blue sky, breathing in the taste of petals and dirt.

His friends were by his side, the smell of spring was in the air, and Izuku felt better than ever. The world was very big, but it didn’t matter because his friends were there. They would take care of him. He was safe.

#agere fanfiction #agere writing #fandom agere #bnha agere #agere story #sfw agere #mod stella #anon #bnha

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geminidentitycrisis · 3 years

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The Scent of Leather and Hairspray

Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x F!reader ONESHOT

(WARNINGS! - swearing)

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Sooooooo, I have a new favorite Pro, I guess haha

I hope you enjoy, and if you're underage, pretend you're older because I get it, I'd be Hot For Teacher too, but he's not a pedo sorry......

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You sighed as, upon exiting the store where you just purchased a frozen drink, the men you passed to enter that store started catcalling you. Just what you needed at the end of a rough day...

"Hey Honey, you'd be cuter if you smiled...!"

"Don't listen to that shit, babygirl, you're sexy as hell, c'mere and hang out a while...?"

Ignoring them the best you could, you kept walking, but they didn't take that very well. "You think you're too good for us, that it, stuck up bitch? Where you think you're goin'?"

You could hear their footsteps approaching behind you and turned to face them after sipping from your drink.

"Guys, please, I've had a hell of a day today and my quirk would probably scar you both for life and what do you say we just don't do this, huh?"

They exchanged glances before fixing you with threatening glares. "You think you're tough, babygirl? We'll see how tough you are when we get through teaching you some respect..." the first one said.

"HEY!"

A voice called from behind you and suddenly an arm was draped gently around your neck. You froze, being caught off guard tended to prompt a panic response when you were so tired.

You smelled leather and an overwhelming scent of hairspray.

"What's the trouble, my homies? Pretty sure ya heard the lady, she ain't jammin' to the vibe ya layin' down, ya dig? Beat it."

Heart skipping a beat or two, your eyes grew wide and a blush flooded your cheeks. "That voice...?!"

You whipped your head up to see the one and only Present Mic.

"Ah! I knew it! I knew I recognized your voice, I catch your radio show every day! You're the Sound Hero, Present Mic!" he flashed a grin down at you, winking.

"Oooh, you've got good ears, Listener! Thanks for Hypin' me up like that! Always great ta meet a FAAAN!" he responded in his commentator voice.

One of your would be tormentors interrupted angrily. "Hey, peacock head, why don't you mind your business?"

"PEACOCK...?! You boys best get ta steppin', aight?! Don't make me beat you up in fronta this pretty girl!" he replied in annoyance after his attention was so aggressively stolen from you.

The blush came back in full force and you couldn't contain a dreamy sigh as your lashes fluttered, eyes lidding contentedly now that you felt safe again.

*he said I was pretty~!* you thought.

"You believe this banana hair lookin' motherfucker? You're about to get your ass whooped, fruity!" the other threatened.

"Hey bro, watch your language! There's a lady here!" with the arm around your shoulders, Mic carefully raised it and guided you behind himself as the two started walking towards you both.

"Enough..."

Another voice came suddenly from the other side of the parking lot and everyone, with the exception of the blonde who was guarding you, turned to see Eraserhead.

Suddenly these jerks weren't so confident.

"Get lost, both of you, and go straight home or I'll bring the two of you in right now for loitering and harassment." he said calmly but with deep authority.

Mic crossed his arms, glaring at the duo as they ran off after a mere moment of hesitation, his cheeks puffed out slightly. "What a couple creepozoids! You okay, Pussy Cat...?" he quickly spun around to check you out, striking a dramatic pose while pointing at you, the trademark grin already back in place.

You smiled up at him with admiration sparkling in your eyes, clasping the cup you held in both hands and tight to your chest, stepping closer to him.

"Yes, thanks to you! You're my Hero~!"

Mic felt his own chest swell with pride a bit, the grin on his face getting bigger as he relaxed his stance and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

Usually by now the damsel has already flung herself on Aizawa, but not only were you praising him, you recognized him from just his voice and he was impressed at that.

"I can't believe I was just rescued by my favorite Pro, I am your #1 fan! Please, are you patrolling the city tonight? Please let me buy you a coffee or tea or something?? Just as a thank you...?"

Hizashi laughed rather loudly, one hand emerging from his pocket to be placed over his chest.

"HAHA! Aaaww, how can I say NO when you ask so sweetly?! Coffee sounds like a rockin' idea right about now!"

"Ugh, we don't have time for this, Mic..." Eraserhead complained tiredly.

Eyes rolling in exasperation, the blonde groaned twice as loud. "ugGHHH!! Don't be such a buzzkill, yo! I'll get you one, too, just chill!" with that, he trailed after you back into the store.

You watched as he doctored up the coffee you poured for him, blushing again when he threw a hint of a smirk your way, using the tip of his finger to lift the gold tinted shades he wore and showing you his emerald green eyes. "Don't worry, I'll pay for my boring friend..."

Smiling, you bounced on your heels. "Damn right you will, I'm not HIS fangirl, after all..."

This promoted a slight blush to his face, but he maintained that knockout grin. "Ha! Well, good thing his best friend is here at least, lucky for him I tagged along tonight, huh??"

"Lucky for both of us..." came your soft reply from over your shoulder as you turned to walk away, your hips swaying temptingly had definitely not escaped his notice.

He followed you to the checkout counter and placed some money beside yours, his ungloved fingertips brushing against your own when he does. Leaning down closer to you, he cocked his head, pushing his shades down his nose this time and raising a brow.

"Does my #1 fan have a name...?"

Your smile bloomed again, blushing up at him. "It's _______...but I might prefer you calling me Pussy Cat...~"

Saying that last bit, you applied a sensual undertone which he picked up on instantly, making his blush spread over his face and grow darker as he chuckled in amusement.

When you guys walked out the door, you noticed Eraserhead seemed really annoyed but tried to ignore him, looking up at the Voice Hero hopefully.

"Listen, I know you're both busy, but if you have just one more second to spare, I can't tell you how much it would mean to me if I could get your autograph..."

Looking away awkwardly, he made a pained expression. "Aw, man, I dunno, we are kinda in a hurry here and stuff..."

You felt your heart sinking when he startled you with another loud laugh. "Hahaha, gotcha! JK! Of course I will, I ain't gonna leave ya hangin' like that, no way, that ain't my STYYYYYYYYLLLE!"

Giddy with excitement, you let out a tiny squeal, quickly fishing out a small notebook and pen from your purse as he set the cups down. When you handed it to him, his fingers brushed yours again, making you bite tenderly at your bottom lip.

They were so warm and soft...

He had started to whistle a cheerful little tune as he spun the pen between his fingers before starting to write in your book, it took longer than you expected, clearly longer than Eraser expected, too.

"Say goodbye to the girl, Mic, it's time to keep moving!" he didn't yell, exactly, too lazy, but he had raised his voice since last.

"YEAH, YEAH, I HEARD YA!!! Gimme a sec, ALRIGHT?!" the volume of the blonde's reply actually made your eardrums flinch and quiver this time, but you smiled anyway as he defended you again.

"There ya go! And hey, just to spite my buddy over there, I wouldn't mind walkin' ya home ta make sure ya get there safe."

The blush came right back, clutching the book to your heart, you gave a weak smile. "No, no, it's okay, really...I took up too much of your time already, and I only live around the corner from here..."

Eyes closing momentarily while you gathered yourself, you took a deep breath before confessing. "...I cannot express how grateful I am for you...not just for saving me tonight, but also for your talk show, hearing your voice over the radio gives me strength and motivation every week...it means the world to me...thank you..."

Beckoning him by flexing a finger, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss against his cheek when he leaned in curiously.

Eyes widening, his whole face became scarlet red and his grin stretched from ear to ear. "AW, YEAH!"

He jumped, pumping his fists in the air and then proceeded to shoot you with his finger guns while winking again. "Listen, I dropped my digits on that piece'a paper ya got there, Shawty...hit me up sometime if ya wanna chill! I'm down for whatever!"

You were caught off guard by that and checked the page he signed for you, finally reading what he wrote down as he rambled on as background noise about how he wasn't a creep like those other guys and you could say no without worrying about him making a scene, he just had to shoot his shot, I mean you DID kiss ME first ya know...

"For my #1 fan, _______...Thanks for the coffee and stay outta trouble! ...and maybe call or shoot a txt, if your feelin' this funky vibe, too? Live loud, Pussy Cat ;) don't ever let anyone try an put the mute on ya! XOXOX PRESENT MIC!!!"

Followed by his phone number, and there were little hearts drawn around the page.

You were already blushing when he surprised you again by returning your gesture and swooping in to plant a kiss on your cheek this time.

Reaching up to touch the spot, you smiled up at him shyly. "I can't wait...please be safe out there..."

"You got it! SEE YA SOON!" The Pro nodded vigorously, giving an enthusiastic wave of goodbye before grabbing his and Eraserhead's drinks, practically bouncing with every step.

It made you giggle, but you were trying not to get your hopes up too much. For all you knew, he gave his number out to every girl that asked him for a signature.

"Are you happy now...?" Shouta grumbled, taking the cup being offered as he turned to resume patrolling. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HECK YEAH I AM! I'M ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW, I JUST MET MY FUTURE WIFE!!!!!!!!"

You heard him very clearly, the blush traveling all the way down your neck this time, and you couldn't help another small giggle, your heart fluttering with happiness like the wings of the butterflies in your belly.

He just had that effect on you.

Glancing down at the notebook in your hand as you sipped your quickly melting frosty, you noticed in the bottom right corner was a little arrow, below which was written the word "flip".

You looked up again but the two Pro Heroes were already gone.

Curiously, you flipped over the page.

MARRY ME?!?!!

a. YES!!!!!

b. a

c. b

That smooth sonuvabitch had you blushing and giggling all night.

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itsmeevie01 · 3 years

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A Moment in Time- Ch 13

MASTERPOST

has it been...a week? wow.

BUT I have planned a bit of the next few chapters. YAY!

I'm also failing bio but whatever. it's fine. everything is fine. (it's really not but I won't acknowledge it.)

anyways, no warnings for this ch, just Mari and Tim time!

Tim’s hotel room was nice. He really couldn’t complain, but there was something that made the back of his neck prickle. It hadn’t been only at the hotel either, but it was where he had felt it most acutely. There was someone at the hotel watching him.

When he had arrived in Paris the night before, Tim had been shocked at the tense atmosphere. The last time he had visited six months earlier, there hadn’t been this feeling of everyone holding their breath. Now, Tim was tense simply because everyone around him was. He wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of being watched or if it was the way everyone was holding their breath, but Tim’s nerves were frying very quickly.

He was supposed to meet Marinette for coffee in the next hour, and Tim was more than ready to see a face that he wasn’t paying to like him. As he slumped into a chair, the teen debated texting Marinette to ask for somewhere slightly more private to stave off his paranoia. As the clock ticked down, Tim gritted his teeth, caught up in his head. A ding from his phone brought him back to the present. With a glance down Tim jolted.

Tim+Marinette

Marinette- Hey! Just a reminder that we are meeting at that café I gave you the address to. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes, so I’ll see you soon!

Tim- Thanks, Marinette! I’m looking forward to seeing you!

Marinette- Me too 😊

Tim studied his phone before he yelped. It was a five-minute walk to the café, and he still hadn’t changed from his suit from earlier. The teen groaned and shook his head at his forgetfulness.

Marinette was surprisingly nervous when she sat down at the café she had told Tim about. Her hand was shaking, and she had no idea why. In front of her was a plate with a muffin and a coffee cup that had been made the way the staff knew she liked. The truth was this is where she camped out when her room was closing in on her. That meant that the people who worked there knew Marinette well enough to respect her privacy, while also holding a conversation when she had the time.

With a shaking hand, Marinette set her sketchbook on the tables and opened it to the last sketch she had been working on. As she cleaned up the lines and made notes about what specifications she wanted Marinette started to fall into the mental spiral that could trap her for days.

Had she picked the right clothes?

Why was she worried about what she wore?

Would Plagg behave? He was known for causing trouble for her.

Would Tim be nice in person, or would he be like most of the corporate douches that she worked with at Agreste?

Would Hawkmoth attack while they were together?

What if the media caught sight of them? Oh, she should have picked a more private place to meet!

A sharp prick on her thigh had Marinette yipping quietly, but the look Plagg gave her told the teen that he knew what was going through her head.

The Kwamii snuck up to her shoulder and his in her hair. “careful, Red. There are people here but not too many, this kid seems like he has a good head on his shoulders. We can trust him on that. You won’t get a better read on him until you spend time with him in person, so don’t start the spiral just yet. Plus, you know that some of the stress from this week is getting to you. Training three Miracle holders is stressful in the best of times. You are doing it in combat times without the full team the guardians used to use.” the duo could feel the tension leave Marinette’s shoulders at the small god’s words.

The teen whispered “thanks Plagg” as she focused back on the design in front of her.

Tim walked into the café and glanced around as he ordered.

There were only a few patrons there. in one corner was a red-headed boy who was obviously absorbed in his schoolwork. Near the middle was a girl who was typing on her computer with the manic speed of someone who had a paper due in the next day. In the far corner was a dark-haired girl who was working in some kind of notebook. And a few tables away from the register was a duo. A blonde girl whose hair was held in the kind of ponytail that made Tim cringe in sympathy, and a boy with dark hair that looked completely uncomfortable. Hopefully, Tim wasn’t witnessing a date gone wrong.

as he accepted his food, the teen headed for the girl in the back corner. He knew that Marinette had dark hair and that if she was anything like Jason, she would choose the place that would give her the best view of the space. Tim cleared his throat as he approached, breaking her out of focus on what Tim now realized was a sketchbook. “Marinette?”

“Tim! Hi! Come sit with me.” The girl’s enthusiasm made Tim smile, and he easily settled into the chair across from her.

The first few moments were awkward, but soon, Tim and Marinette were laughing and talking together happily. At one point, Tim got Marinette to really laugh. As she was pulling herself together, Tim tilted his head back. A smile danced over his features while he stretched his neck. as he leaned back, Tim noticed the blond girl narrowing her eyes at him, before glaring when she realized that she had been caught. She flipped her hair and whirled back around to face the boy that was laughing at her. Marinette snorted at the flush on the girl's face and rolled her eyes.

“that’s my friend, Chloé, she doesn’t think that I know that she is here with our friend. She’s just a big snoop.” Tim huffed a laugh and shrugged.

“Well, as long as it's just your friend spying on us, we should be fine. Are you interested in perhaps taking a walk?” Marinette giggled before standing. Tim joined her and offered her his hand. She sent him a smile and wiggled her fingers at him, before collecting her stuff and skipping off.

As she turned to smile at him, Tim called out a “hey! Wait up!” before hurrying after her.

After he had caught up with her, Marinette shot Tim a smile and led him off down the streets. He laughed and followed. The ease the girl used to navigate the streets had Tim marveling. The sound of her giggles had him smiling as he followed. Soon, they arrived at a small townhouse on the outskirts of the city. She glanced over her shoulder and inclined her head. Once they were both in the foyer, she guided him through to the sitting room.

“sorry about the…adventure. I know that you had more questions, and there were a few people in the café that I don’t trust.” Tim blinked, before nodding.

“I…ok? How did you know that I had questions? And as much as I liked exploring the city, where are we?” Marinette blushed slightly.

“we-ah. Well, we are at my Nona’s house. She lets me use it when she isn’t here to get some space. And…well…I know that your emails were full of questions, and I realized that anyone who wasn’t Parisian would have questions. And. Well. I saw a girl I don’t get along with in there and I wanted an excuse to get away from her?” Tim studied her for a moment, before bursting out laughing.

“Marinette, that would have been a perfectly fine reason, even without any reasonable justification. But” here, Tim worked to reign in his laughter, “the trip through the labyrinth of Paris, and the who thing…thank you.” A look of confusion crossed the girl’s face. “ever since I’ve landed, I’ve had the feeling that there was something watching me. Not only that, but everyone I’ve met has been holding their breath. I know that there is something going on, but I haven’t asked because I’m afraid of setting someone off. Do you know what’s going on in Paris? And why…why do I feel better here in your Nona’s home than in my hotel or the café?”

Marinette tensed as Tim talked. When he finished, she hesitated before voicing her concern. “Tim…did you say that you don’t feel like you’re being watched anymore?”

“yes?”

“oh my god. Tim! That’s…oh no. No. no. no! Tim…that means that Hawkmoth had decided that you would make a good Akuma. This house is out of the city proper, so he can’t get us here. Oh, this is so bad!”

“Marinette, hey. Stop. Look at me.” The girl, who had started to pace, paused. She glanced over at the older teen, her blue eyes wide in panic. Tim reached out and took her hands in his and gripped them tightly. Once her eyes were focused on him, and not the wall behind him, Tim spoke quietly. “Marinette are you with me?” she nodded. “is the reason that you reacted like that because of panic?” another nod. “talk me through why.” Her eyes went wide, and she looked at him in shock before taking a shaking breath and turning away.

“you could have been akumatized. You could have been akumatized and would have been with me and I would be to blame. Then you would-or still can- turn Jason and Nona against me. Then I could be exiled from Paris, or-“ Tim had squeezed her hands that he still somehow held during her spiral. Marinette spun around to face the older boy in shock.

“Marinette, how would me being akumatized become your fault? If we are going to lay blame on anyone, it would be Hawkmoth. He is the one who is going around possessing people with evil purple butterflies.” She studied him, shocked, before breathing out a sigh of relief.

“I am so sorry, Tim. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that. That was so rude.” Tim shook his head in response as she collapsed onto one of the couches.

“you have nothing to apologize for. I have a feeling that after the time you spent in Gotham, living under a supervillain for four years has been stressful. Maybe during your time in Gotham, if you don’t have the sight of my face by then,” here the younger girl giggled, relief evident in her face at the proposal for other plans, “maybe I can take you around Gotham and give you the time to explore without a psychopath with mind-reading abilities hanging over your head.”

A small smile danced over Marinette’s lips. “I would love that Tim, thank you.”

Later that evening, Marinette sighed in frustration.

Her homework was just one more thing she had to worry about. Beyond that, she really wanted to spend time with Tim. With Hawkmoth watching him, she wasn’t sure how long her friend would last in the city of love.

Another sigh broke its way free from Marinette’s throat, and the girl pushed aside the pile of schoolwork in favor of looking over her sketchbook. There, on the open page, was Tim’s face staring back up at her. She wasn’t sure what prompted her to draw him, but in this case, she was chalking up to her hand having a mind of its own. Looking down at the picture, she felt anger overtake her. Marinette had already given up so much, and yet here she was.

If this ridiculousness from Hawkmoth didn’t stop, the teen knew she would have to sacrifice her friendship with Tim as well, If only to protect him. the seed of anger seemed to burn brighter, and the girl clenched her jaw, trying to remind herself that no, this was not worth an Akumatization.

She looked up, trying to drain her eyes of the tears that had gathered without her permission, and caught sight of a purple butterfly. With trembling hands, the teen pulled out a glass jar that she had been experimenting with. One muttered spell later, the Akuma was sitting inside of the jar, and the glass had clouded over. With an angry shake of the Jar, the girl pulled out her phone and sent one text. They were ending this, tonight.

As Marinette prepared to meet her team, an assuredness settled over her. She knew that they had the ability to take down Adrien’s father. Apate just had to give the signal. And Marinette Dupain Cheng would be damned if she let an emotional terrorist ruin one more day of her life.

It was time to take Gabriel Agreste down.

sooooooo........... who liked Alya, Chloé, and Adrien date crashing. one was unintentional, but the other two totally knew something was happening bc Mari did tell ANYBODY about Tim or meeting him.

side note, yes, I consider this the first date. they don't...yet.

ahhhhhhhhh Hawkmoth is going down. Angry Mari because her friend is being threatened? you bet! no, Chloé is NOT going to be happy.

if anyone has a good suggestion for a Gotham villain who is not the Joker or Riddler PLEASE let me know. I am PLOTTING. yes, my next stop is Google. no, no one is going to be happy.

TAGLIST

@moonlitceleste @redscarlet95 @ultimatetornshipper @mochegato @liquid-luck-00 @maskedpainter @trippingovermyfeet @nathleigh @m0chick0furan @susiej1118 @t1dwarrior-of-earth @sassakitty @remy-289 @solangelo252 @corporeal-terrestrial @woe-is-me0 @toodaloo-kangaroo @sizzling-fairy-oil

#a moment in time fic #maribat #ml x dc #timari #sibling!jasonette #my writing #ahhhhhhhhhhh #its coming together #arch 1 is almost doen #and arch 2 is halfway there

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joontella · 4 years

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achromatic.

Yandere!Kim Namjoon x Female Reader

Word Count: 11.1k

Genre(s): Angst, Slight Fluff, (HORRIBLY WRITTEN) Smut

Trigger Warning(s): Mentions of religion or lack thereof, blood, murder, idk how the human body works, (unknown) consumption of blood, manipulation, stalking, male masturbation (again, horribly written), Namjoon is an asshole, and musical terms because i play music rip, minor character death, slight gore. it gets really shitty towards the end. i’m sorry

Merry Merry! It’s Peppermint! Your gift is finally here, @exhausted-joy! I’m sorry for the wait. I had to make sure that it was perfect. This is my first time doing this, and I really wanted to give it my all. Please forgive me, and thank you for putting up with my antics in the server. I hope you enjoy it!

I also want to thank Saniya (@smeraldos-blog), Mari (@joheun-saram), Hannah (@spicykoreantatertots), Ley (@pars-ley), Avery (@ksmuttherapy), and everyone else who tolerated and/or helped me out! I love you all and thank you so much for the help and support! I’m so happy to have met you all!

ach·ro·mat·ic /akrəˈmadik/

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“Damn. There goes my chance of starting my winter break with a passing grade.” One woman groaned.

“What the hell are you talking about? You have a solid ‘C’! I’m literally failing everything!” Her friend responded, as her arms waved in a cartoonish rendition of exasperation. “And whose fault is that?” “Not mine! This semester was nothing but a months-long depressive episode. How could I focus with everything that’s going on?”

He so desperately wishes that they would shut up, or at the very least, take their obnoxiously loud conversation elsewhere. Namjoon twirled the ink pen in his hand with a practiced precision only years of being hunched over paperwork could provide. However, those were nothing but pipe dreams as the two students turned their attention over to him. “There’s Kim Namjoon! He’s had the top spot for years now, way before he was enrolled here.” One began babbling quite loudly whilst pointing to the man in question. “I bet he came out of the womb with high marks. I heard that he scored in the 99th percentile for his newborn screening tests.” The other swooned in response to her own musings.

Obviously, these two were much more idiotic than he had originally thought. It didn’t take an expert to read his body language: the way that he twirled his pen faster, as if that could speed up the agonizing conversation he was being forced to bear witness to; the way his jaw clenched so tightly that it could easily break a metal wire; and the position his shoulders held, resembling an animal coiling in preparation to strike or flee. He pleaded to gods he didn’t even believe in for the duo to be quickly eradicated with a swift strike of lightning. According to the calculations he made swiftly in his head, the chances of something like that happening were infinitesimally small. How unfortunate.

Deciding that the best course of action to take would be to leave the two neanderthals to their devices, Namjoon did just that. He quickly snapped his book shut with one hand and a loud, meaningful clap as the pages suddenly collided with each other. If that didn’t make the nuisances jump in surprise, his words would.

“Although I’m a source of inspiration and wonder to many, it’s degrading to hear someone so openly refer to me in a way that one would to an exotic zoo animal,” He began. Namjoon’s tone was cool and even, carrying an air of regality all the while retaining a bitter edge of contempt and disdain for both the conversation and the mere existence of the two original party members.

Finally, the two felt the brunt of the consequences their crimes on Namjoon’s ears had to offer. They both visibly wilted, reminding the tall man of his mother’s daisies being roasted and withering under the dry summer heat. Normally, this would have been more than enough to diffuse the situation and lift him of his auditory burden. However, his heart ached for more. His brain so desperately yearned for more stimulation and a rush of dopamine.

He decided to twist the knife, so to speak.

“Also, you too could rise to the top.” Namjoon said as he began to turn away.

Out of his peripheral vision, he could see the two wilted flowers gain new life and their faces brighten with newfound hope. The loudest of the two even had the audacity to whimper a pathetically optimistic, “Really?”

Twist. Twist. Twist!

“Of course~.” Namjoon purred, deciding to turn to face his victims’ satisfying demise. His heart threatened to beat in double time in anticipation.

Although their anxiously awaiting smiles made his stomach turn, he couldn’t deny the mirth swirling alongside the disgust in his belly.

“First off, instead of blaming your inadequacies solely on the tumultuous events of this year, take responsibility for your shortcomings. Only children avoid blaming themselves.”

He could hear the glass shattering as their faces fell in a tandem that most would find heartbreaking. He found it utterly amusing. Now, he would take his leave. After receiving the reaction he desired and more, Namjoon wanted nothing more than to leave the duo to stew in their humiliation. Yet, one last thing lingered. He had yet to land the finishing blow that would ensure that he wouldn’t be bothered by these two pieces of scum ever again.

Twist. Twist! TWIST!

“Before I forget, avoid talking so loudly. As you may or may not have noticed, I was trying to study. You know, one of the things that facilitates good grades? I don’t know if you’re aware of it, but your incessant bantering made it increasingly difficult to do so. Might I suggest that you follow my example and do the same? Maybe then, one day, you could take my place at the top.”

Namjoon wasn’t even facing them anymore. His back was to the two women, further solidifying his dismissal of them. With a simple and curt wave of his hand, he simply uttered,

“Ladies.”

And he was on his way.

“Exam results will be posted this afternoon. I trust that you all scored high enough marks to keep our university in high regard.” Your professor droned from the front of the lecture hall. “I know that many of you despise the fact that a standardized test is still administered in college, but so far, it is the only way to ensure that Mugunghwa National Academy is churning out bright students worthy enough to contribute to society!”

The students in question couldn’t care less about their scores or the school’s prestige. All they were worried about was getting the hell out of there after two hours of examination and stifling silence. They all stood from their seats and slung their bags across their bodies. A disgruntled murmur rang throughout. Quite frankly, you were no different.

As you hugged your notebook close to your body, your professor stopped you as you reached the lecture hall door.

“Ah, Miss (L/N). A word, please.”

Surprised, you let out a soft, “Sure.” and walked over to the podium where your professor started to neatly stack and organize his papers.

“As you know, Miss (L/N), you are one of the two best students we’ve had at this academy recently.”

You shifted your weight awkwardly at the sudden praise. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you began to speak. “I mean, I guess? I wouldn’t go that far, but I suppose that records and the numbers do suggest that I’m performing quite well.” Your professor scowled at your response. You were a bright young woman. You deserved to flaunt it and soak up the praise every once in a while, right? He folded his arms and sighed deeply causing your brain to go into overdrive on how you could rectify the situation. “While pride does come short of a fall, you should learn to take compliments when they’re given, (Y/N). I promise you that you won’t become an egomaniac anytime soon as a result.” He said gently, causing your nerves to subside. Right. Maybe you should just accept compliments. A little self esteem boost never hurt anybody, right? “Thank you, professor, but may I ask why you’re telling me this?” You asked, trying to move the conversation along as politely as you could. You had an hour before you were due to go to the college’s radio station and prepare for this evening’s broadcast. Hopefully, your professor would get to the point so you could quickly grab a bite to eat before you started airing.

“Oh yes, of course! I’m sorry! I said all this to tell you that I have your exam results already. Seeing as how you are the brightest in your class, you finished early, giving me enough time to grade yours while your peers were working. I think that you’ll find the results to your liking, Miss (L/N).” He grinned, handing you a white manila envelope with the school’s insignia printed on the front.

You quirked a brow and opened it. You were then greeted by the name of the school, its motto, and yet another print of the school emblem on the header. Your (E/C) eyes scanned the page until you found what you were looking for:

𝑴𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑨𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝑬𝒙𝒂𝒎

𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: (𝑳/𝑵), (𝒀/𝑵)

𝑴𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓: 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎

𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒙𝒂𝒎: 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 21

𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆: 98/100

𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌:

1 𝒐𝒇 300

You stood there, dumbfounded. The paper you once held gingerly and timidly was wrinkling and threatening to tear under your now iron grip. You were now number one. Somehow, some way, you managed to best Kim Namjoon. Mugunghwa’s already carefully balanced and fragile ecosystem was crumbling around you. What have you done?

“I take it that you’re in shock. I’ll leave you alone to celebrate.” Your professor said smoothly as he slung his coat over his shoulder. “Congratulations, (Y/N). Please enjoy the rest of your day.”

“Uh huh… Will do…” You uttered dumbly.

Mugunghwa National Academy ran on strict rules, but most of them were unspoken. For the sake of your sanity and that of the rest of the student body (and let’s face it, staff, too), you intended to follow those sacred and silent rules to the letter.

Rule Number One: Don’t look in the janitor’s closet near the athletics facilities. You may not come out the same way as you came in.

Rule Number Two: If the cafeteria serves meatloaf, avoid it at all costs. Only eat it if you want to get sick and purposely miss class.

Rule Number Three: Kim Namjoon is the best at everything. He is to be number one until Hell freezes over.

Rule Number Four: In order to keep peace and balance between the nations, (Y/N) (L/N) must always come in second. This is the natural order of things.

You were content with being in second place. To be frank, you preferred to leave the pomp and circumstance of being the top dog to Namjoon. He was more equipped to bear the burden, after all. Besides, it wasn’t like your future career was depending on you being the best. You could skate by with a silver medal and leave Namjoon with the gold. You preferred the look of silver, anyway.

Now look at what you've done. There’s no doubt that the records have been updated by now. Your professor did grade yours early, and it’s reasonable to assume that Namjoon’s was as well. You’d inadvertently torn a hole in the gossamer fabric that was Mugunghwa National Academy. With one exam, you signed the collective death certificate of every other person besides Kim Namjoon himself.

May God have mercy on your wretched soul.

“Young Master, your father would like to have a word with you in his study.” The head butler of the Kim mansion stated simply.

For the second time that day, Namjoon clenched his jaw tightly. He shrugged off his coat and handed it to the older gentleman who was automatically waiting at his side to collect the article of clothing. He hadn’t even gotten through the door and already his father wanted to speak with him. This didn’t bode well.

“Seokjin, did he mention why he’d want to see me?” Namjoon asked dryly. Seokjin simply shook his head and hung his coat on the nearby rack.

“He only mentioned that it was urgent, so I suggest that it would be in your best interest to make it there expeditiously.”

This certainly did not bode well. Kim Joonho was a man of few words. Most would say that he’s the very definition of “actions speak louder than words”. Whenever the CEO of Kim Industries did something, people watched in equal parts starstruck awe and fear. However, when the CEO of Kim Industries deemed something important enough to speak on, there was no choice in the matter. You either listened intently or you perished in more ways than one. This was no different for Joonho’s family. In fact, he was worse to them. Working under the guise of caring for his family, Joonho was more stoic to his wife and children.

Regardless of his debatably righteous intentions, it sent the Kim family into delicately managed dysfunction. Simply put, Kim Joonho never spoke to Namjoon out of wishing to connect with his son on a more personal level. Namjoon was the next heir to Kim Industries. Being his son was an unfortunate side effect.

“Sir, I know that I did implore you to hurry, but-”

“What?” Namjoon growled. His nerves were shot to shit today. Anything that impeded his meeting with his father and his goal to quickly get it over with was met with hostility.

Seeming to understand this, Seokjin cleared his throat and motioned a gloved hand towards the mansion’s threshold.

“You know better than to walk in the house with your shoes still on,” The Kim butler began smoothly as he made his way over to Namjoon to collect his shoes. “I do understand that you are upset, but you shouldn’t let your emotions cloud your judgement so drastically that you forget such basic cultural conventions.”

Namjoon sighed sharply and bit back a retort that was bubbling in his throat. Arguing with Seokjin was pointless. As per usual, he was correct. Engaging in such petty conflicts would only worsen things.

“Right. I suppose I was quite hasty. Thank you.” Namjoon sighed whilst peeling off his shoes.

“I do believe that an apology is in order, Young Master.”

Namjoon was already halfway across the foyer, about to ascend the grand staircase leading to the upper floors when Seokjin’s cheeky remark reached his ears. He felt his blood begin to simmer in his veins and his muscles stiffen.

“The fact that I haven’t fired you by now and ruined any chances of you gaining any further employment should be enough of an apology. You’re treading on thin ice, Seokjin. Remember your place in this world.”

With that, he continued his journey to the final boss room within the Kim family mansion: his father’s study. The last he heard of Seokjin was a sly chuckle and the clicking of his polished leather shoes against the floor. Staff were not guests. Therefore, they were not allowed the privilege of removing their shoes. They were expendable. They needn’t get too comfortable.

Despite how much he detested it, Namjoon couldn’t deny that cold chill of anxiety that frosted his entire body. His father never wanted to talk to him. Ever. He could count on his hands the times that Joonho requested his presence. He could count on only one hand how many times Joonho requested his presence to celebrate his son’s successes. Their relationship was solely professional. There was no love to be found, no matter how hard you read between the lines. Even in as high of a position as Namjoon is in, he is still subservient to his father.

That’s the natural order of things.

“Come in, Namjoon.” Joonho’s voice rang from behind the large mahogany doors.

Almost cartoonishly, the hinges squeaked like Namjoon was uncovering the entrance to a haunted crypt. Namjoon decided long ago that was an eerily apt way of describing his father’s study.

Naturally, Namjoon obeyed his father and entered the room. Dead center, there sat Kim Joonho on his throne. Sitting with perfect posture behind the large oak desk, Joonho stared his son down with cold eyes filled with disdain. How Namjoon desperately wished he could gouge them out with his father’s prized letter opener.

“Don’t waste my time. Have a seat. I don’t have all day.” Joonho snapped.

“Of course. How are you today, father?”

The CEO’s eyes narrowed at his son’s inquiry. “Spare me the niceties, boy. Sit down. We have business to discuss.”

Before Namjoon could interject, Joonho was already reaching into a drawer and produced a white manila envelope. Upon closer inspection, one could see Mugunghwa National Academy’s insignia emblazoned on the front. Once Namjoon was properly seated, he reached out and grabbed the parcel.

“May I ask what this is?” “You may not. You have eyes, boy. Read it for yourself.”

The frigid chill of anxiety was soon being replaced with the molten heat of fury. Some tiny part of Namjoon’s mind was concerned that he would develop a fever at the sudden and constant shifts in his body temperature. That wouldn’t do. He couldn’t afford for his health to decline. That would be another thing for his father to berate him for.

“Of course. My apologies, father.” Namjoon whispered as he undid the envelope’s fastening. Once he did so, he pulled the paper out with an air of nonchalance. Surely, it must have been another letter from the school to congratulate him on some academic achievement he didn’t even realize existed. However, in his eyes and in the eyes of his father, it was the exact opposite.

𝑴𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑨𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝑬𝒙𝒂𝒎

𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆: 𝑲𝒊𝒎, 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏

𝑴𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓: 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓(𝒔): 𝑩𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚, 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉

𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒙𝒂𝒎: 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 21

𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆: 96/100

𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌: 2 𝒐𝒇 300

For the first time in a long time, Kim Namjoon’s world fell apart before his very eyes. Suddenly the sturdy and imposing columns holding up the large study appeared to crumble around him. The fire that crackled in the fireplace was reduced to nothing but pathetic cinders. He felt the ground split beneath his feet and his father… His father grew to a monstrous size in comparison to his surroundings, suddenly hunched over his son in preparation to strike.

“This must be some mistake! The results must have gotten mixed up! I-”

“Enough!” Joonho boomed. He swiftly slammed his hand down on his desk, successfully frightening his son into silence. “Only children avoid blaming themselves. I thought I taught you to accept responsibility! How dare you blame your inadequacies on the people who made them apparent?!”

Namjoon clenched his fists tightly in his lap and pushed down the urge to go through on his original plan of plucking his father’s eyeballs out.

“Can’t you see? Whoever graded my exam was clearly incompetent. If they had a brain stem, they would know that I am only capable of producing top-class work! Just like you should not be blamed for one measly employee’s mistake, I should not be blamed for the mistake of someone beneath me!” Namjoon exclaimed. Once he finished his spiel, he found himself standing up, but he didn’t remember willing his muscles to do so.

“This entire conversation is pointless. It’s inefficient at best and mind-numbing at its worst! For someone who values time and money more than his own family, I find it quite curious that you’re willing to waste both so frivolously.”

Now, it was Joonho’s turn to clench his jaw and his fists. Despite the utter disdain he felt for the situation, the patriarch had to admit the merit in his son’s retort. His pride would never let him express the sliver of admiration that stirred within him at Namjoon’s courageous display.

Nobody dared talk back to Kim Joonho. That was the natural order of things.

“Regardless of who’s truly at fault, find this (Y/N) (L/N). She usurped your throne, Namjoon. She deserves to be punished for her transgression.”

“Of course. She’s public enemy number one, but she won’t be number one ever again.”

With that, the young master of the Kim household turned his back on the old master and shut the door to the crypt behind him.

“Aaaaaand now, we’re back after our break!” Your co-host chirped from beside you.

The red on-air sign glowed warmly overhead, creating a sense of coziness and heat in the otherwise cold station. You wrapped your cardigan closer around you before adjusting your mic.

“And we’re about to go into our winter break soon. How fitting!” You posited, trying to match your co-host’s energy.

“That’s right! Mugunghwa exams are finally over, and the scores and ranks have already been updated for some! Care to talk about that, (Y/N)?” Taehyung, your co-host, wiggled his sharp eyebrows in his quest to prod for information.

Normally, his rectangular grin and bright eyes would warm your heart. Today, however, you wanted to punch that devilish smirk right off of him. You should have known that Tae would have suddenly caught wind of your latest academic achievement. He’s the university’s most involved (read: nosiest) student.

“Not really… But you won’t shut up until I do, so…” You sighed as you spun around in your swivel chair. Once you stopped your cycle, you scooted closer to the microphone and cleared your throat. “I got a 98 on the exam. My professor stopped me after class and told me the news.”

Not that anyone but you and the sound director, Yoongi, would see it, but Taehyung’s impish smile turned into a disappointed pout. “Ah, listen to our (Y/N). Always dodging the important questions. Such a tease!”

You shoved him gently and laughed at his comment before shaking your head. “This guy… To everyone who dreams of dating him, work with him first. You’ll see how much of a horrible person he is.”

“Yah! That’s slander! Aren’t journalists supposed to avoid that?”

“I’ll kick your ass.” You licked your lips and began to answer the original question in further detail. “Yeah, so… Anyway, I got a 98 and I guess that warranted me becoming number one…?”

Both Taehyung and Yoongi’s faces dropped. From his booth, you could see Yoongi grimace and in your peripheral, you saw Tae stiffen.

“Up next is Still With You by our resident golden boy Jeon Jungkook. We’ll be back soon. Stay tuned.”

Suddenly, the on-air sign was turned off. The song began to play and Taehyung immediately gripped your shoulders.

“You what?!” Taehyung nearly screeched. “(Y/N), do you have any idea what this means?!” “That I took Kim Namjoon’s place and sent the fragile society of Mugunghwa into ruin? Yeah, I do.” Tae blinked for a moment. “No… Although, that does make sense. That seems way more important than what I was gonna say. Huh.”

You were actually going to punch the shit out of him. “Dude, what?”

“Listen, this is your chance! You can finally get recognized as the top-tier person that you are! As long as you were under Kim’s big, goofy shadow, you were going to be pushed aside! Now you can show everyone here how cool you are!”

You felt your throat tighten. That all-too-familiar sensation of a goose egg being lodged in your esophagus rose. You were going to cry. How you desperately wished that you could view the world like Taehyung did. How you longed to see the silver lining of every situation just like he did. All you saw was destruction and despair. All you felt was guilt for damning the entire student body to some cruel fate that only Kim Namjoon could dish out.

“Tae, I love you, but you don’t fucking get it! I’m screwed! We’re all screwed! I broke two of the sacred rules of this school! Kim Namjoon must always be first! I must always be second! I just sentenced everyone to death!”

Taehyung raised a brow, as if what you were saying were the incoherent ramblings of a mad woman. “You describe my cousin like he’s some heinous demon.” Even the usually passive Yoongi had to straighten his spine and widen his eyes at this revelation.

“He’s your cousin?!”

Tae leaned back in his seat with yet another smirk. This time, you couldn’t put a finger on the emotion this specific lift of his lips held. “Isn’t the resemblance obvious? The Kim line has some strong genes. It’s been that way since the Joseon era, I’ve been told.”

Ignoring the historical implications for why such strong genes would still be present thousands of years later (assuming that Taehyung was actually serious), you hurried the conversation along. Jungkook’s silky voice had faded away a while ago, leaving the two of you with little to no time left before it was time to open the floor to callers. This was your last chance to get some useful information about Namjoon before you were dragged into what you knew was going to be a relentless storm of phone calls and incredulous screeches at the news.

Like you had said before, you’d damned everyone. Who wouldn’t want to yell at the person that had the audacity to send an entire population into ruin?

“Get to the point, Taehyung. You’re telling me that you’re related to Satan himself? And I’ve been your co-host for how long?!” You near screeched.

Tae’s ambiguous smirk was now replaced with a blank expression. “I didn’t think it mattered, (Y/N). Why does it even matter now? If there’s a bigger issue here, I think you’re dodging it.”

You froze. He was right. For as long as you knew him, Taehyung had this uncanny ability to pick people apart and leave them vulnerable in an instant. This was especially effective on you, you’ve come to realize. The funny thing was that you hadn’t realized that you were employing tactics to postpone the inevitable inundation of accusatory and furious phone calls being thrown your way. Deep down, you always hated confrontation. Until Taehyung uttered those words, you hadn’t realized how deep that hatred and aversion was ingrained.

“Damn. You’re...good… I guess I am avoiding things. Let’s just get this over with. If we hold it off any longer, things will get worse.” You muttered as you looked towards Yoongi’s booth, motioning for him to put you both back on air.

Taehyung placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and flashed his signature boxy smile. “You don’t even know what they’re going to say. Who knows? News of your latest accomplishment may have brought the (Y/N) (L/N) Official Fanclub out of hiding. I bet that there are going to be several callers professing their undying love for you!”

“Their what now?” You asked dumbly.

Taehyung placed a hand on his heart and slipped into a persona reminiscent of the male protagonist of one the many romance dramas that were plastered on television nowadays. His deep voice rumbled the soundproof padding on the walls and wrapped you in its velvety embrace.

“(Y/N), I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I’ve struggled with these emotions for so long, but news of your success has given me the courage to confess them. I can’t quite make heads or tails of them, but I want to explore them all with you…” Not that anyone but you and Yoongi could see the exchange, but Taehyung gently cupped your chin with his large hand and looked longingly into your eyes. “That is, if you’d let me.”

Silence. Then raucous laughter from you and Taehyung. (Yoongi was visibly cringing in his booth.) You expected nothing less from the theater major, but you couldn’t help the delicate fluttering that began in your stomach. Was this the fabled Taehyung Effect at work? The two of you turned to your microphones and opened the floor to callers, as per usual for this segment of your show. What was highly unusual, however, was the heartfelt “confession” that was unwittingly broadcasted to everyone tuned in. Unbeknownst to everyone, the red on-air sign shone above your heads, serving as a beacon or perhaps an unfortunately ignored warning. A warning that your lighthearted joke wasn’t going to be a joke to some.

A warning that the harbinger of doom himself was listening in… A warning that he had now collected leverage over his new enemy… A warning that he was going to destroy you, even if he had to use his own relative to do it. He would surely add this to his rapidly growing arsenal of schemes.

The next day, the very air at Mugunghwa was different. Somehow, despite being the enigmatic second-place student, everyone instinctively knew to distance themselves from you. Biologically speaking, humans were still animals, despite the staunch separation that was created over time. There was still a basal instinct to survive. In this case, that instinct screamed, “Get away from the brainlet that dared to tip the scales and anger Kim Namjoon.” You didn’t blame anyone for their decision. You couldn’t. You’d be the world’s biggest hypocrite if you did, and you didn’t want “hypocrite” to be engraved on your tombstone next to “cold-blooded killer”.

Everywhere you walked, people watched you intently with eyes filled with either fear, confusion, or disgust. You could hear thinly-veiled whispers as you passed your fellow students.

“There she is.”

“She’s surprisingly pretty. I expected some ugly broad to be under Namjoon’s shadow.”

Ah, yes. You had forgotten your previously fairly secretive life before the shoe dropped. You were content with living under the radar. After all, it kept the vicious rumors of the poor girl who by hook or crook got her way into an elite university on a full-ride scholarship at bay. As long as you held the number two spot, nobody cared about you. News of your arrival and subsequent theories surrounding it were just a fad that most people shortly moved on from. The drastic and sudden change from peaceful irrelevance to hostile notoriety made you nauseous.

The cold air nipped at your flesh while you made your way to the library. Fresh snow made its satisfying crunching sound as you sped towards your destination. Wait. Sped? Only when you looked down at your feet did you realize that your steps were quicker than usual. Needless to say, you were confused at this revelation. Were things really this bad? Why was your body subconsciously hurrying you along when no danger was immediately present? Then, it hit you: If the Kim Taehyung Effect caused your insides to flutter and your heart melt with glee, the Kim Namjoon Effect caused everyone to cower and hide in pure horror. Maybe it ran in the family. After all, the two were related. How that crucial detail managed to slip past you was beyond human understanding.

Soon enough, you made your way into the campus library. Warmth enveloped you and thawed your chilled skin with each step into the large building. The tall bookshelves that towered over you and the other patrons made you feel safe. The walls of knowledge served as barriers from the predatory glares that were shot your way anywhere else. Here, while not entirely forbidden, hushed insults and remarks were more so. The library was your sanctuary when the dormitories weren’t, and with all the girls and even your RA avoiding you like the plague, it was safe to say that your dorm wasn’t very inviting right now.

Whatever it took, you needed to get your mind off of the Namjoon business. Sitting down in the warm silence served to do just that. You absentmindedly wandered through the various sections of the building. The nutty scent of someone’s morning brew filled your nostrils on your journey, easily putting you at ease in an instant. The rhythmic click-clack of someone's fingers against a computer keyboard kept your body grounded to the Earth. It served as a nice tether and protection from your thoughts that threatened to whisk you away into the stratosphere with every step you took.

Your feet took you past the reference section, the nonfiction section, and even the genealogy section before making its final stop at the fiction section. When you first started college, you found it odd that a library carried such books, but you soon came to realize that an escape into another world was appreciated by everyone. A love for fiction did not have an age limit.

You found yourself engrossed in a high fantasy novel by one Bang Sihyuk. (A very talented author, you decided. You made a note to look into some of his other works when you weren’t staring death in the face.) The sweet sound of yet another page turning and revealing more of the lore slowed your racing heart. The subtle smell of ink and glue softened your muscles, willing them to relax into the plush chair. The floor lamp next to you glowed softly and turned the usually stark clash of pitch black lettering against white pages into a mellow brown against cream parchment.

Even if you knew you had to face the wolves outside your sanctuary eventually, you still savored the solace you had in that moment. What you never considered was that those halcyon days were going to soon fall into utter ruin and despair with a singular human-shaped silhouette.

Everywhere Namjoon went, eyes followed. The air around him crackled with apprehension, but he couldn’t care less if he tried. This was natural. The pitiful prey animals around scrambled away for dear life, functioning solely on the fleeting notion that sticking around would spell their demise. Most of the people here were college students beginning their prime. They couldn’t afford to wither away… Not yet, at least… And certainly not here.

Stifled gasps laced with fear and admiration threatened to strangle the poor Kim heir. How he so desperately wished that they would all shut up! The constant buzzing murmur felt like mosquitoes tiptoeing across his skin during the hot and balmy summer months. It was highly annoying, to say the least.

His piercing mocha eyes landed on a target. A mousy figure was dwarfed by Namjoon’s taller and muscular frame. Pair the size difference with his steely and—arguably murderous—gaze fixed on the piteous male before him, both parties were surprised that the smaller student didn’t go into cardiac arrest.

“I would stay to chat, but I have important business to attend to,” Namjoon began. The timbre of his voice seeped into the small man’s bones and rattled them with each syllable. “You obviously know something, or else you wouldn’t be so pathetically fearful.”

The other male gulped audibly. His dull brown eyes stared into Namjoon’s vibrant cocoa ones. His pupils contracted as a cold sweat formed on his forehead and neck. Deep down, he knew that one wrong move would send him spiraling into horrors unimaginable. This was Kim Namjoon he was dealing with. He only had one chance.

“I don’t know w-what you’re talking about…” He squeaked.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes with clear annoyance and disgust for the situation and the animal shivering before him. This caused the mousy man to gasp sharply.

“Tell me where (Y/N) (L/N) is. It’s a simple request. Even someone of your calibre should be capable of such a mundane task.” Namjoon stated simply. Disdain bled through his words into his tone and seeped into his prey’s already paper-thin psyche.

With a trembling arm, the rodent (as Namjoon decided to call him) pointed in the direction of the campus library. Of course you would be there. It made his blood boil to think that you’d already be in the library after receiving news of your latest feat. Anyone else would be a fool to risk losing such an honor. Studying was the only way to cement your new station as Mugunghwa’s new number one.

Without so much as a half-assed utter of thanks, Namjoon strode off in the direction of the large building. He was so hyper-focused on cutting you down and ensuring that you wouldn’t be a problem again that the signature thud of a body against snow missed his attention completely. The concerned and shocked gasps of onlookers didn’t affect him either.

Soon enough, he was at his destination. The same book-filled shelves and walls that greeted you greeted him at the entrance. Upon seeing his figure, the librarian at the circulation desk straightened in order to greet Namjoon properly. ‘At least one person here knew their place.’ He thought to himself.

“I’m looking for (Y/N) (L/N). It’d be in your best interest to point me in her direction as quickly as possible, Jimin.” Namjoon stated coolly with a tinge of nonchalance. Although he was painfully aware of the importance his little scouting mission served, his seemingly apathetic tone was the result of having said the same thing over and over like a broken record. The sooner he found you and got you to bend the knee, the sooner he could return home to his own studies.

The librarian, Jimin, nodded and swiftly pointed towards the fiction section. His mug of hazelnut coffee threatened to spill at the sudden and crisp motion. “She went that way, towards the fiction books.” He stated plainly. Namjoon couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his features. Jimin was always such an attentive servant.

Ever since that little incident before Mugunghwa’s annual recital, the dance major felt a deep sense of allegiance towards the older male. He had to. Namjoon was the only reason Park Jimin was able to continue his dream of becoming a world-class dancer, and it was made abundantly clear that what Kim Namjoon giveth, he can just as easily taketh away. Poor Jimin had no idea why you were being sought out by the most powerful student at the university, but he couldn’t help but suppress the gnawing sensation that he was leading you to a painful end.

Once again, forgoing a thank you, Namjoon began the final stretch of his arduous journey to find you and finally set things right in the world. The only issue was that he had no idea who he was looking for, exactly.

Oddly enough, despite your status, you had managed to keep a low profile. Very few people actually knew what you looked like. Hell, your student profile didn’t even have an image of you posted. In fact, the only way people outside of your direct circle of cohorts started to gather what you looked like was because the web connecting (Y/N) (L/N), radio show host and journalism major and (Y/N) (L/N), former number two was finally starting to weave itself. As far as most of the student body was concerned, you were nothing but a faceless placeholder image against a drab gray background. It wouldn’t have surprised Namjoon if you actually walked around with the words, “NO IMAGE AVAILABLE” permanently marked on your body. What he saw, however, was beyond his own comprehension.

There you were, his enemy, his prey. You sat idly in the large cushioned chair with your book nestled delicately in your hands. For the moment, you were blissfully unaware of the danger that loomed nearby. This was almost too easy. Almost as if your presence unlocked a vault to all his plans to destroy you, you looked at him.

And then his world changed. He almost felt sick at the sudden rush of sensory input his brain was forced to parse through. The previously unsaturated hall roared to life with colors he hadn’t even seen before. Warm browns, reds, and hues of every other name shot into Namjoon’s retinas upon gazing at your graceful form. This was (Y/N) (L/N)? This hidden gem? He was meant to demolish this?

He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. He wouldn’t. For the first time in a long time, Kim Namjoon was rendered speechless. His heart began to beat in double-time. If his biological functions were a musical piece, this specific section’s tempo marking would be prestissimo. Beyond vivace, beyond presto.

He couldn’t take it, so for the first time ever, Kim Namjoon ran away.

You didn’t dare move. Fear wrapped its spindly fingers around your heart and clutched it in its icy grasp. You didn’t have to move your eyes off of the page to see who the shadow cast onto it belonged to. Deep down, you knew.

Goddamn it.

You just knew.

Just when you gathered the courage to face your doom head on, he was gone.

“What the fuck…?” You whispered. Your fantasy novel fell to the ground on its spine with a soft thud. Was this it? Were you officially losing it? Was stress causing you to hallucinate and see literal shadow people?! That was it.

Not wanting to have a literal breakdown in the middle of the library, you honed your senses in on the now cold-smelling coffee nearby. The faint hazelnut blend managed to at least tether you down to reality once more. You took a deep breath. Everything was now in focus. You had to leave, you decided. So that’s what you did.

If the library’s other patrons noticed the shocked, glazed over look in your eyes, nobody said anything. You had just come in contact with the menace. You were lucky to be alive. There’s no need to add insult to injury by inquiring about your current situation. Wordlessly, you ambled out of the library door. Jimin’s small eyes followed your every movement until you were finally out of his line of sight.

Soon enough, you made it to your dorm room. Oddly enough, it felt like you’d walked through a wormhole and warped to the private space. It appears that moving effortlessly through time and space was an eerily common theme that day. Not wishing to dwell on it any further, you plummeted onto your bed and let a dreamless sleep whisk you away from all your troubles.

A month had passed since your clandestine encounter with Namjoon. Surprisingly enough, after the first week or so of living in terror, the foreboding feeling of doom had all but disappeared. Like a colony of ants rebuilding their anthill after a sudden rainstorm, so too did Mugunghwa National Academy rebuild anew. As Thanksgiving rolled into Christmas, the student body had learned to accept that you were now at the top of the food chain. The status quo had shifted in your favor. Students that would previously mutter curses after you passed by would suddenly wave amicably once they noticed your presence.

While the sudden lack of hostility was appreciated, you couldn’t help but notice how shallow the whole situation was. A faint sense of disgust settled at the pit of your stomach. Or was it foreboding, after all? After your encounter with Namjoon’s shadow at the library, the Kim Industries heir had disappeared suddenly. He had disappeared without a trace. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. His scores were still updated regularly; his name was still in the mouths of every man, woman, and child that walked across campus; and you swore that you saw his tall figure slither like a snake behind buildings and shrubbery one time after class. While there was solid proof that he still (at the very least) resided within this plane of existence, Kim Namjoon had achieved cryptid status. Just a month ago, he was the dark overlord that ruled Mugunghwa with an iron fist. Now, he was merely a relic of the past, a name synonymous with the Boogeyman. Kim Namjoon was now used to scare freshmen like tales of a monster under one’s bed were used to frighten young children.

The truth, like all things are, was much more complicated than that. After he met you, his goddess, at the library, Namjoon spiraled out of control. Nothing was the same for him. At first, it was a fleeting rush of endorphins, he had decided. Perhaps the sense of victory he felt after finding his long lost rival caused his brain to go into overdrive with glee. With that in mind, he returned home to lick his wounds and rewrite his battle plans.

The next day, everything seemed normal enough. His world was in grayscale once more. Individuals who weren’t of direct importance to him retained their distorted, blob-like features. His senses were mostly dulled once again… Until you appeared. You walked across campus with grace that put the supermodels that his father regularly “worked with” to shame. To be honest, they looked like pitiful crows with snapped legs when put up against your stork-like elegance.

His previously unsaturated world regained its color. His heart rate increased, warmth filled his veins as a result. Everything was crisply in focus when it came to you. For the first time in a long time, Kim Namjoon was terrified… But that’s what intrigued him all the more. Once you left his sight, however, the blooming colors vanished. Everything was blurred again. The warmth had died and left him empty, hollow, and cold. After a few days of this occurrence, Namjoon made his biggest realization yet: he was in love with you.

He was quick to write it off as pure lust. After all, remaining at the top didn’t leave much time for him to indulge in more carnal pleasures. Hell, the only thing he could remember slamming on a table on doing all night long was homework, as old and pathetic as the joke was. Namjoon was a dashing, intelligent young man beginning to reach his prime. Abstaining from such a primal and basic need wasn’t good for him. With that in mind, he immediately began his conquest.

First, it started with the models his father would fuck behind his mother’s back. Despite how carefully manufactured their appearances were, they didn’t quench his thirst. In fact, they enraged Namjoon to the point where it wasn’t uncommon for the women to leave his bedroom bruised the next morning. This charade went on for much too long until he’d had enough.

No other woman could set his heart aflame without even trying. No other woman could bring life to his distorted and achromatic world like you could. So he tried a man. Several men, in fact. He got so desperate that not even his little Park Jimin was safe from his ravenous clutches.

Nothing. Nothing had worked.

Now, as the clock struck midnight in his grand bedroom, Namjoon sat in his bed with his hand wrapped around his cock. He’d been so on edge for the longest time, yet nothing he did could stir him. So, he did the only thing he knew how… Thoughts of you filled his mind as he ghosted a finger across his limp member. The warmth he felt was returning once more…

“Namjoon! There you are! I’ve been so lonely… Don’t you know that I’ve missed you?”

There you were in the Kim manor’s living room. A black silk robe hugged your form perfectly as you bounded over to him. Golden sunlight filtered through the curtains and cast you in its heavenly warm glow. Your (E/C) eyes peered up at him with such admiration, lust, and most importantly, love. Before he could even properly process the scene, you had him enveloped in the warmest hug imaginable.

Namjoon felt a rush of lust and blood shoot straight to his dick.

“I know, darling… But I’m here now. We can be together. I’m all yours from now on.” He replied smoothly.

Namjoon didn’t even think it possible for your eyes to shine any brighter, but they did. And they were all for him. Your eyes, your beautiful eyes, for his eyes only… He gently caressed your cheek, careful not to mark it. The time for leaving marks and bruises would come later on…

“Really?” You asked. Your entire face lit with hope and wonder. “You mean it? Please don’t tease me, baby~. I don’t know what I’d do if you had to go so soon…”

You buried yourself into him, as if you knew that your home was within his embrace. He relished in it. He really did…

Namjoon felt feverish. His hands got to work immediately. Visions of you nestled against him, starlit eyes gazing into his, your form undulating beneath him as he pounded into you with everything he had. Your ecstatic moans and gasps filled his ears and mind, creating a carnal symphony only you could compose.

Sweat beaded on his temples, his arms beginning to burn with exhaustion as they continued to bring him to completion. Musical, “I love you, Namjoon”s and “Please! I’m so close, baby! Fuck me!”s began to crescendo rapidly. The world around him went from a gentle warmth to a blazing inferno. Colors reached their maximum saturation. Namjoon’s heart began to beat erratically. This was it. This was it! This is what he needed!

“Yes, (Y/N). You’re so good to me! Take it! Take it!!”

With an animalistic roar, Namjoon shot his seed. It coated his body and even his blanket that he pushed aside in his lustful fever. The fireworks came to a close. His jagged breaths began to even themselves out. The angels stopped singing. He was alone once more… But he wouldn’t be for long.

Tears filled Namjoon’s vision as he looked at his clock. Time wasn’t important anymore… But you were. He was going to have you, and he was going to become number one again. Kim Namjoon was going to be your number one.

Just like that, the year of terror had come and gone. Now, a new year was upon you and another December along with it. You stared up at your dorm room’s ceiling with a dumb smile etched on your face. After all, that was the only expression you could possibly muster, given the circumstances.

“Damn… What the hell happened to me?” Was all you managed to say as you turned onto your side. Your phone in hand, you scrolled through your photo gallery almost absentmindedly until you reached one particular photo. There you were at a carnival with the Devil incarnate, Kim Namjoon. Your eyes bright with glee at the large plush you held in one arm as you posed with Namjoon for a selfie.

You chuckled and zoomed in on the image with a wistful smirk. While you stared ahead at the camera, Namjoon stared at you with an expression that you didn’t even know that he possessed: pure, unadulterated admiration. You were almost inclined to call it love.

The past year and some change was a whirlwind. Your earliest memory of it consisted of finally coming to terms with the ecosystem at Mugunghwa, only to be faced with Namjoon and your whole world coming down. Students and staff alike scurried away from the dining area, not wanting to be a witness to a crime. You had gained new friends over the course of these months. They simply couldn’t stand to see your last moments on this earth in complete agony.

However, your death never came. Namjoon stood proudly in the now empty cafeteria, as if he relished in the fact that he could clear a room without uttering a single word.

“(Y/N) (L/N). It’s so good to finally put a name to a face… And what a lovely face it is…”

If Namjoon wasn’t going to kill you, the water lodged in your windpipe at his words would. You sputtered, hands waving as you choked on your water. Suddenly, Namjoon came behind you and swiftly patted your back. Once you could breathe again, you wiped at your tear-filled eyes and peered up at him. “I’m sorry… What?”

Namjoon returned to his original position in front of you with a smirk. Pulling out a chair, he sat down with the practiced air of a businessman about to make a deal. “I called you beautiful. I do hope that wasn’t too forward.”

Now, you were suspicious. Satan himself had saved you from choking and was now calling you attractive? Were you dead? Did you imagine Namjoon helping you as a last-ditch effort to survive somehow? Was that the image your brain created as you slipped away into the world of the dead? But this was reality. Something deep down told you that you weren’t dying or dreaming.

“Forgive my skepticism, but I highly doubt that you came to exchange compliments. What do you want, Kim Namjoon?” You asked icily. The male in front of you visibly recoiled at your tone, as if he didn’t factor in the possibility that you could speak with such a tone. He quickly recovered, however, and he began his pitch.

“You’re half right, (Y/N). I didn’t come here to only compliment you, but I came here to have a discussion that is long overdue. At my core, I am a businessman. I make deals, I negotiate. That’s what I’m here to do.” Namjoon stated simply. Looking deeply into his eyes, he didn’t show any signs of insincerity, but that’s to be expected. He’s been trained his entire life to hiding his true intentions behind an amicable facade, regardless of how nefarious his plans may or may not be.

“I see… What is it that you wish to discuss? I’m afraid that I’m not as well-versed in business etiquette as you, so please forgive me for any mistakes or slip-ups that I may make. That being said, this is not an invitation to walk all over me. I may be inexperienced, but I am by no means an idiot.”

Could you be any more perfect for him? A beautiful face and body, poise and grace, and the courage to hold her own in a negotiation? Not to mention, the colors were swirling around you and blooming delicately in such a comforting fashion. He was absolutely smitten.

“I wouldn’t dare make the mistake of calling someone who replaced me as top dog an idiot. Give me some credit. I’m not as vile as the university’s tall tales make me out to be. I’m sure that my cousin, Taehyung, could vouch for me.”

You bristled at the mention of Taehyung. What had he done to him? Did something happen? No, that couldn’t be. You had just finished your show with Tae only a half hour ago. Surely, that isn’t enough time for him to get into any trouble, right?

“Calm down, (Y/N). Nothing’s happened to him. I can see the wheels turning in your head. My cousin is safe and sound. I can even call him up for you, if you don’t believe me.” Namjoon said smoothly, already fishing his phone out of his designer coat’s pocket.

“No, that’s fine…” You swallowed and regained your composure. Once you were calmed down, you returned Namjoon’s gaze. “I’m sure he’s alright. If anything, I’ll call him later. Right now, this is more important.”

Namjoon put his phone away and leaned back in his chair whilst giving a dismissive wave of his hand. Hopefully, the display of nonchalance would mask the sheer excitement and feverish nervousness he felt from being so close to you. Hearing your voice was like hearing the soothing melodies of birdsong in the morning. His heart soared at the mere act of being in your presence.

“Very well. I came here to apologize. You see, I’m well aware of the distress to you and everyone here at Mugunghwa that I’ve caused, and for that, I’m sorry.”

You could have died right there. Kim Namjoon? Apologizing? And apologizing to you, no less?! The infamous heir to Kim Industries, known for the downfall of any and everyone who dared impede his goals was apologizing to you?!

“Please, (Y/N). Forgive me. It’s just that losing to you has put my life into perspective. Yes, I was the head of our class, but what did that mean? Why was I fighting so hard to keep a title that in the long run, means so little? What was the point if I had no one to share it with?”

“What the hell are you getting at, Kim? I fail to see what this has to do with conducting business.”

As precious as you were to him, Namjoon despised your tone. If you were to be his, that sharp tongue would have to be dealt with. Besides, in that instant, you reminded him of his lowlife father. That certainly wouldn’t do. His queen should never adopt the mannerisms of Kim Joonho. Never. Ever. You were to whisper sweet nothings into his ear while he reciprocated. You were to never take such a tone with him ever again.

“I was rambling, so I’ll forgive that insolent remark of yours just this once. Make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Namjoon stated darkly.

Not wanting to push your luck, you relented. You were actually talking to Kim Namjoon. You couldn’t afford to ruin an opportunity like this.

“Right.” He resumed “The truth is that I’ve been watching you for quite some time. Honestly, that’s all I can ever do anymore. You’ve occupied every inch of my mind, and I just wanted to ask if you’d be mine, (Y/N).”

You sat there, slack-jawed. Was he serious?! What was happening?

“You’re joking… There’s no way that you could be serious. There’s no fucking way!”

“I am. I’ve done some soul-searching recently, and I’ve come to the conclusion that you are what I’ve been fighting for all this time. Not a damn class rank. I’ve been fighting for love, affection, understanding… And I believe that I can find all of that in you.”

“You… What…? I- How?”

“February 14, a dozen red roses were waiting for you on your desk in your dorm. With them, was a card addressed to you from a secret admirer. March 14, a diamond necklace was gifted to you for White Day by a secret admirer. And now, these.”

Namjoon produced a stack of envelopes bound by a black silk ribbon from his jacket pocket.

“These are from me. You’re a smart girl, (Y/N). Can you tell me who your secret admirer is?”

That was April. After a few talks with your co-host and having to sit through embarrassing stories of their childhoods, you finally took the leap and went out on a date with Namjoon… And you were the happiest you’ve ever been. The large stuffed animal that Namjoon had won you sat on a bookshelf, next to several other trinkets he had given you over the months you had dated.

You chuckled to yourself at the memory and closed your photos app. After which, you opened up your messaging app to shoot a quick text to Namjoon. That was until, you got a notification reading,

KIM INDUSTRIES CEO, KIM JOONHO FOUND DEAD IN HIS WINTER ESTATE.

Without thinking, you dialed Namjoon’s number and was greeted by a somber moan answering the phone.

“Namjoon, baby, I’m so sorry… I just saw the news.”

A sniff. “Hey. So the news outlets already published the story, huh? I should have known that it wouldn’t take long… They could at least have the common decency of letting his corpse grow cold first before they publicize it.” Namjoon chuckled humorlessly.

You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t imagine going through the sudden shock of losing your parent, only to deal with the press soon afterward. You sensed that Namjoon needed some time to himself to grieve, and you were more than willing to give it to him.

“Yeah, it’s shitty what they’re doing. And to think that I’m going into that profession. It’s crazy.”

“It is what it is, (Y/N). Besides, I have faith that you’ll be one of the good journalists that don’t try to weave everything that they hear into lies and defamation.” He said earnestly.

Something about the way Namjoon spoke was unnerving. He didn’t sound like someone who was mourning their late father, but then again, he might have been in shock. His apathetic demeanor on the matter must have been a coping mechanism. After all, losing your father so suddenly is a lot to process.

All you could do is hum in response. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I know so, dear.”

A pregnant pause.

“Hey, (Y/N). I know this sounds horribly insensitive, but, can we still have our dinner date at my mansion? It’s just that I can’t bear to be alone right now, and you’re the only person I’ve been able to trust lately. It doesn’t have to be a date. I guess I just want you to come over.”

Your heart shattered into smithereens. He was alone and scared. Namjoon had no one to trust or turn to in his time of need, yet he found it within his heart to ask you. Who were you to refuse?

“Alright. I’ll go. Same time?”

He didn’t have to say a word, but you could hear his dimpled smile some out to play.

“Y-yes, yes, of course! Same time! Thank you so much, (Y/N). You don’t know how much this means to me. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

“Alright, see you soon. Bye.”

You hung up the phone with a sigh and faced your closet. You had exactly two hours to get ready for dinner. You had two hours to prepare…

And so did Namjoon.

Once again, Namjoon was summoned to his father’s study. He was expecting it sooner or later. His class rank hadn’t improved since his father sent him to take his top spot back by any means necessary, but you were number one now. Namjoon wouldn’t dare dethrone his goddess from her rightful pedestal.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was upon opening the large doors a swift slap coming across his face.

“You useless, useless brat! You can’t even eliminate a simple girl?! You can’t even reclaim your title?! How am I supposed to leave my estate and company in such incapable hands?!”

Joonho was fuming. His once pride and joy had betrayed him and disappointed him. How dare he? Namjoon sat on the floor, gingerly rubbing his cheek. He was sure his father’s handprint was burned into his flesh.

“I swear, you’re incompetent just like your brother! He disappointed me, and look at where he is now! I should have known that it was too good to be true.”

At the mention of his brother, Namjoon’s body stiffened.

“All of this. You’re ruining your life and your career all for some girl?! You’re willing to throw away what I’ve essentially bred you for, all for some lowlife pussy?!”

At the mention of you, Namjoon began to see red.

“I suppose I’ve been too lenient on you. I should have known that you would flounder. Maybe I’ll get rid of (Y/N) myself. It’s clear that she means a lot to you. Maybe you’ll get back in line once she perishes.”

That was the final straw. With pure rage fueling his every cell, Namjoon sprinted over to his father’s desk and grabbed his letter opener.

“Say it again, bastard! Say it again!”

Now, Joonho’s figure was dissolving into a crimson blob. All of his human like features were gone in a furious red haze. Kim Joonho wasn’t his father anymore. He wasn’t even human.

He was the enemy.

Without giving his father a chance to speak, Namjoon plunged the letter opener into the older man’s eye sockets. After that, it was a blur. Hours had seemingly passed and Kim Joonho was nothing but a human pincushion. Stab wounds littered his body, and blood was oozing out of every one. With a satisfied grin, Namjoon stood and cupped a crimson hand to his face.

“Seokjin! Seokjin! Come down here!”

The head butler rushed in the study and into the carnage. The older male was mortified at the bloodbath before him, but he couldn’t help the relieved smile and tears of joy forming in his tear ducts.

“Brother, come help me clean up father. Unless, of course, you have some words for him?”

Seokjin carefully approached his father’s corpse and smiled wickedly. He placed a gloved hand on his eyeless face.

“You’ve disappointed me, Joonho. And now look where that’s brought you. My transgressions against you warranted that I were to be stripped of my place in the world as your son, only to become your servant. Your transgressions warranted your death at the hands of your prodigy. Isn’t that poetic justice? Sleep well, father.”

“Master Namjoon will be down in a moment.” A maid stated as she had you seated.

A white cloth napkin was folded and placed on your lap while you got comfortable in the antique dining chair. Staff hurried to and fro to finish preparing for your meal, and it was almost amusing seeing them rush around like busy worker bees instead of the esteemed staff of the Kim Manor.

A few moments ticked away before Namjoon made his appearance. He was elegantly clad in a designer Armani suit, giving a regal and princely appearance as he made his way over to you from the grand foyer.

“Please forgive me, dear. I had some business to attend to.”

Namjoon outstretched his arms, motioning for you to give him a hug. You happily obliged.

“Namjoon! There you are! I’ve been so lonely… Don’t you know that I’ve missed you?” You cheekily giggled. If you ignored the whole dead dad situation, the whole scene would appear wholesomely domestic. You decided to indulge in that notion.

Namjoon’s breath hitched.

“I’m sorry that I’ve kept you waiting. I hope that we can make up for lost time during dinner, yeah?”

You nodded and sat down in your chair. Namjoon was seated right beside you. As if on cue, the staff brought in your dishes. A classic Christmas dinner, consisting of turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, ham, and vegetables was placed in front of you. On a small dish nearby, some cranberry jelly sat. You tried to hide the grimace at the red jelly. You were by no means a fan of the garnish, but you didn’t want to appear picky or ungrateful, especially considering the reason why you were having dinner with Namjoon in the first place.

Ever the attentive partner, Namjoon was keen on noticing your inner turmoil. “Is something not to your liking?”

“Uh, it’s just… I don’t really like cranberry jelly… That’s all.”

Namjoon looked utterly dumbfounded before letting out a joyful, booming laugh. “That’s all? Oh, (Y/N). You had me worried! I thought that I’d ruined the whole meal for you!”

His fork stabbed into a piece of turkey and he dipped the meat into the red gelatin.

“But, please do try the jelly. My brother and I, we made it for this occasion. I promise it’s nothing like the canned slop they sell in grocery stores.”

Namjoon made this? Now, this you had to try.

“Alright. Since you went through the effort of making it, I’ll give it a shot.”

You copied Namjoon’s actions of taking a slice of turkey and dipping it in the cranberry jelly. With the expression of a chef on Chopped, Namjoon eagerly watched as you placed the food in your mouth.

“Mmm! This is delicious! Namjoon, you should sell this! This is amazing!”

Another laugh came from Namjoon, although, this one had an arguably maniacal lilt. “Why, thank you, but I’m afraid that this specific batch is one of a kind. Besides, cranberry jelly isn’t the most profitable market out there.”

Little did you know that you had just ingested Kim Joonho’s coagulated blood. Perhaps that was why his cranberry jelly was one of a kind.

Merry Christmas.

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So... Jade x Raven DUO magic when?

Ah! I’ve been waiting to write this for a while, and since @raven-at-the-writing-desk mentioned getting a similar ask, I decided to continue her story.

Raven’s Part 1 is here. My story is Part 2!

...But Only One to Let Go

The courtyard was packed with loitering students; some studying, others lounging on the grass. It was a place of solace for most students, to not have to think about the worries of their classes and tests. But not for much longer.

Jade was sitting on a bench in the center of the courtyard, a notebook and pencil in hand. He was sketching the flora of the courtyard, although his eyes were not on the page. While his hand moved effortlessly across the paper, his gaze lingered on the students. Every once in a while, he would scribble a note to the side of the latest thing he had drawn.

Perhaps another interesting note to tuck away for future use. No wonder there was a wide berth around his bench.

“J-Jade Leech!”

An almost eerie silence fell over the courtyard as the loud chirp rang out. A petite girl with long, black pigtails stomped up to the Octavinelle vice dorm leader. Jade’s gaze shifted to her, placing his pencil between the pages of his book and closing it shut. His narrowed eyes took in her flustered cheeks and clenched fists. A piece of black paper seemed to be crumpled up in her hand.

“Oya, oya, Miss Raven.” He said, pulling his features into a polite smile. The same conciliatory mask he was so used to slipping effortlessly over his more piercing and inquisitorial stares.

Even within the courtyard's silence, the other students felt a rush of relief. His attention had turned to her. But even then, they watched with bated breath.

“How may I be of assistance today? I was not expecting you to come to me of your own accord like this.”

Jade shifted to one side of the bench and patted the seat next to him. An otherwise kind gesture, but that would entail getting even closer to him. Raven shook her head. She was fine where she was, shouting at him from 10 feet away.

“I assume you received the grade from our midterm exam as well.” Raven huffed, waving the scrunched up paper in her hands before crossing her arms. “I can’t say I’m pleased, and I’m quite certain you’re not either.”

Jade’s smile slipped for only a moment before he gathered it back up. He cocked his head to the side, his thin-lipped smile curling up even further. “Who knows?”

“Wha- what does that mean?!” Raven sputtered. “You’re saying you’re fine with the C that Professor Crewel gave us!? I for one will not stand for it.”

She pointed at him with a steady finger. “We’re going to retake this test and if that means I have to force you to….. I- I will!”

With a light chuckle, Jade stood up, brushing eraser debris from his uniform as he did so. In only two steps, he was looming over the young Crowley, a wide grin showing off his dagger-like teeth. “Fufu, perhaps you should calm down, Miss Raven. If you continue on your little rampage, you may bite your tongue.”

“Calm d-”

Although she was already flustered, Raven’s face turned a brighter shade of red, one mixed with both anger and embarrassment. She clenched her teeth, trying to stop herself from striking his chest with her fists. ‘Can’t let him win.’

Jade let out another chuckle, amused by Raven’s resistance.

“Since you require a partner for this portion of the exam,” he said, curling his knuckles under his chin, “I suppose I cannot say no. Ah, I sincerely cannot leave a helpless creature in need.”

Much like the start of their most recent partnership, Jade extended a hand towards the bird, a literal offering of his help. “I’m sure you’ll be able to return the favor someday. Shall we adjourn to the training field?”

In a moment of deja vu, Raven’s eyes focused on his black gloves. How snugly it fit around his fingers, how cool it was to the touch when she had grasped it last. She wanted to forget her frustrations and take it once more.

With a deep intake of breath, Raven gave a pout, crossing her arms once more. She would hold her ground, not get lulled in by this siren. “... Yes, we shall. But as equals.” She spat his own words from the examination back at him. “There won’t be any favors or pay for this.”

Jade chuckled as Raven turned on her heel and promptly headed towards the gymnasium.

“As you wish.” He breathed to himself as he followed her.

The courtyard quickly filled with the buzzing of muted conversation after they left. The witnesses left behind whispered to each other about the scene that had played out. It wasn’t often that Jade Leech himself was at the center of potential gossip, after all.

Raven found herself waiting at the training field alone.

“I’ll only be a moment late.” Jade had said. “There is something I must retrieve first.”

A moment had turned into 20 minutes, then almost an hour. Raven did her best to hold back tears of frustration. She felt foolish, thinking he would be there without question, to care for his grade just as much as she did.

Of course he wiggled out of this when he could, the slippery little eel. ‘I did not shake on it, so he didn’t deem it necessary to actually show up.’ Raven’s thoughts steamed as she kicked her sportswear sneakers. ‘That uncultured, underhanded, untruthful…. slimy-’

“My apologies for the tardiness,” Jade’s voice rang out. While she had been simmering in her own thoughts, he had arrived. And he seemed to carry a large silver orb about the size of a basketball. He had also taken the time to change into his athletic uniform, his usually buttoned up attire replaced by a long sleeve shirt and a half-way zipped up tracksuit.

Raven tore her eyes away from his exposed collarbone to the thing in his hands.

“Where have you been and… wh-what’s that?”

The mer-eel chuckled, tapping a few buttons on the orb before responding. The silver surface started to flicker blue and Raven could hear a light whirr as it powered up.

“A new artifact from the students of Ignihyde.” He explained. “Ever since their successful projection mapping during Halloween, there's been talks on other possible uses of the technology.”

“It came to my attention about a month ago that a few of them were working on what they called a Battle Application Droid. I had no need of it then, so I merely put that piece of information to the side at the time.”

“It took a bit of convincing to retrieve this from the Ignihyde students who have been completing the prototype, but in the end they knew what was good for them, fufu.” Jade’s chuckle was remorseless, only filled with amusement.

Raven almost thought to ask who the poor mob was that had found himself under Jade’s thumb, but thought better of it. Jade would most likely not give a straight answer, anyway.

“... So how does it work, then?”

“Essentially, we should be able to engage in a mock battle with holographic enemies.” He turns his attention back to the ball and inputs more on the keypad. “Ignihyde has access to the cameras of the school since they help maintain security. They also manage the servers where we upload all the videos from Dorm Leader battles and exams. Based on their algorithms, it should give us a randomized battle.”

Satisfied with the scenario he set into the orb, Jade hit the largest button on the side and rolled it out into the field.

“W-wait! Why’d you just-”

“We may need to stand back, Miss Raven.”

Jade threw an arm out in front of the bird and pulled her back a few feet. His hand clutched at his magical pen in his dominant hand. Seeing him prepare, Raven grasped her magical quill as tight as she could.

There was nothing else she could do at this point. No time to prepare, no time to back out.

The ball beeped a countdown in the middle of the field before erupting in a wave of blue light, sending a bright blue shock wave through the partners.

“Kh-” Raven flinched with grit teeth, using Jade's arm to shield her eyes from the light. She gripped onto his sleeve until it dimmed, and only then did she chance a look at their surroundings.

Her beak dropped open. They were in the coliseum.

'Well, no, of course we aren't.' There was a light blue haze over what should be the stone slabs of the arena, as well as moments of static. But otherwise, it was an almost flawless holographic replica of the coliseum.

Ignihyde’s projection mapping had grown, no longer needing physical objects to display images. 3D holographic projection had arrived.

“Be prepared.”

Jade’s voice seemed so far away to Raven in that moment, but it snapped her back to reality. Facing them from across the field were two faceless students, magical pens raised.

“... Th-they cannot actually hit us, right?” Raven’s voice twittered from behind Jade’s arm.

“Perhaps, perhaps not.” Jade said. “If you would like to stay standing there and test that, Miss Raven, then be my guest. However, I would prefer to come out of this unscathed and am unwilling to experiment, fufufu.”

“Wha- You-”

A light chortle before Jade quickly pushed Raven away to the side as he jumped in the opposite direction. Right where they had been standing only a second prior, a pillar of blue fire erupted. The flames crackled as it burned up the sweet digital oxygen.

Despite the close call, neither felt the heat. The simulation really was only an artificial emulation, after all.

“Seems like this should be quite easy to defeat.” Jade’s eyes glinted, the Ignihyde blue of the digital landscape dancing off of his olive and gold irises. “Especially knowing it cannot harm us.”

“We need to think like it can harm us, Jade…!” Raven squawked out from where she had tumbled onto the ground. “Otherwise, what is the purpose of this training?”

“I do believe it is for you to get a better grade, is it not?”

“YOU-”

Raven caught herself. There she went, falling into his rhythm, ready to bite back at the merest provocation. Professor Crewel’s words rang in her ear again.

“Your coordination could use much improvement. You were yapping at one another for almost the entirety of the battle.”

He wasn’t wrong then, and even now she could see them falling into the same pattern. Her fingers gripped her quill even tighter. What was it about him that caused her to act this way?

…

“Miss Raven!”

She had pulled her attention away from the scenario for only a second, but that was all it took for the simulated opponents to take advantage. A large ball of water was hurtling towards her—

—and was intercepted by a column of real leaves and wind, slamming down to the ground like a wall, just in time for the digital water to hit it and disintegrate.

“Fascinating.” Jade muttered, racing over to where Raven was pushing herself off of the ground. “For our physical magic to be able to intercept the holograms… Fufufu, this is much more technologically advanced than I expected.”

He glanced down at the smaller student, flashing a mocking grin. “Eyes open, my dear. I won’t always be there to save you.”

He turned his attention back towards the virtual opponents.

“Now is the time for our counter-attack.”

It didn’t take long for the two of them to find a rhythm, to defeat wave after wave of artificial enemies. Although smart and biting quips were still thrown out from time to time, their wordless communication was their impenetrable defense—whenever one was targeted by an enemy, the other was on hand to assist. While one prepared their stronger physical attacks, the other parried incoming attacks.

Seamless unity.

The sun had started to set on Night Raven College, and the two were almost out of breath. Six waves of faceless blue students they had fought, and it was taking a toll on both of them. Their uniforms were a mess with dirt and grass stains, the crystals of their pens were both getting cloudy.

This was the last round dictated by the orb.

This last enemy was relentless, its speed faster than the others. Almost before either could react, it would send fireball after fireball downrange, keeping both Raven and Jade on their toes.

“Tch!” Jade growled, jumping out of the way of yet another blue ball of flame. “Relentless…”

He paused to catch his breath, gripping his pen. “Miss Raven, we need to settle this quickly, we should—”

“Watch out!” Raven shouted, pulling Jade towards her and onto the ground. A blue swirl of leaves from the other AI barely grazed the top of their heads.

A moment as they realize the position they were in. Jade had fallen, propped up on his hands, hovering over her. Half a heartbeat passed—

Jade rolled onto his back, panting and holding back a chuckle. Raven shook her head, trying to will away her fluster. Now was not the time to be thinking of how close that was.

“Eyes open, I won’t always be there to save you.” She shot at him, the same words he had mocked her with before.

Jade sat up and eyed the two opponents on the other side of the field, warily. From the looks of it, the two mobs were preparing a powerful spell, a duo…

He pushed himself off of the ground and reached his left hand out for Raven. With another light and exhausted laugh, he spoke.

“I’m pleased to know that you have my back when I require it, Miss Raven.”

A warm sensation emanated from Jade’s hand, one that Raven could not describe offhand. But it compelled her to take his offered hand this time, a static of magic crackling as the two of them touch. Another wave of blush scrawled across her cheeks. She gripped the quill in her other hand.

“Sh-shut up, Jade, I’m only doing this because I have to.” Her temperamental defense mechanism rising once more.

Jade would have let another laugh escape him, but as the two of them connected by both touch and words, he could feel a second wind surge through him. In almost an instant, his exhaustion melted away.

His heartbeat grew louder every second, and he could sense the magic radiating from his core to his pen.

His gaze fell on the artificial students.

‘Give no quarter.’

An immense pillar of water crashed down where the opponents had stood. Despite their distance, the water from the attack splashed all the way back to the two weary students. Jade gritted his teeth with determination.

The second strike materialized three large pillars of water dropping the AI to the ground, their magic concentration lost.

Jade’s eyes glittered with malicious glee as he swung his magical pen a third time, covering the other half of the field in a destructive wave of water. The digital enemies flickered under the pressure and disappeared—

—Quickly followed by the rest of the projection. The simulation was over.

“Well,” Jade said, wiping the sweat and dirt on his brow with his equally dirty sleeve. “I suppose this is a day well practiced.”

Raven nodded, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding during his ultimate attack. “Yes…”

…

“Jade…?”

“Yes, Miss Raven?”

“... Y-you can let go of my hand now.”

“Fufufu, of course, as you wish.”

Jade untangled his fingers from hers and gave a light, polite bow. He made his way to the center of the field to pick up the prototype B.A.D., wiping off the battle residue with his shirt.

Raven stared off after him, proud of the difference their day of practice made.

They would be ready for the makeup exam. No doubt about it.

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Alice in the Wonderland

Can I have Chaeyoung?

"Do you wanna watch movies with me?" Jisoo hummed, looking up from her book, and found the most colored brown sincere eyes.

"Movies?" She repeats, closing her book, and sets it aside.

The owner of the colored brown eyes nodded eagerly, "Movies." She smiles cutely at the brunette.

God, Jisoo felt like she's going to have a heart attack from it.

Jisoo smiles softly, "Sure, baby. I think I'm free on that."

She wasn't. In fact, she has tons of assignments to do later, but she'll ditch it. At least for now, she hasn't been spending time with her chipmunk girlfriend and maybe, maybe it's time for Jisoo to make up with the strawberry blonde with it.

"Yes!" The strawberry blonde pumped her fist in the air making Jisoo grin at her silliness.

"Are you that excited to spend the night watching movies with me?" Jisoo asks, propping her chin on her palm, and grinned teasingly at the strawberry.

"Of course," Chaeyoung replies, taking the opposite seat of her girlfriend, "You're too glued on your school works, Soo. And as your girlfriend!" She winks, "As your girlfriend, it is my duty to make you feel relaxed for once, ya know. Plus, Alice misses you already."

"And you don't?"

Chaeyoung blushed, breaking the contact away from the brunette, "Of course. I miss you, Jisoo." She whispered softly, feeling a sudden wave of heat on her cheeks and hid behind her palms.

"Ah, stop making me blush." She whines between her palms.

Jisoo giggles, reaching out to hold both of her lover's wrists. Setting it aside, Jisoo leans closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. Making the strawberry pout, with puppy eyes, and asking for more.

"What?" Jisoo chuckles, "We're in public. I can't just have a make out with you here." She says, bursting more in laughter. Teasing Chaeyoung is one of amusing things Jisoo loves to do.

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes at her lover, huffing, but nodding in defeat afterwards. As much as she wants to make out with her here, she knows Jisoo is quite strict and prefers to be private.

"Anyway, Five o'clock in the afternoon, okay? Don't forget."

Jisoo nods with a smile, reaching out to pinch her girlfriend's cheek, "Yes, yes. Noted, ma'am."

Chaeyoung grins, leaning closer on her girlfriend's touch, before rising up from her seat. Planting a small kiss on the brunette's forehead before leaving Jisoo in the library alone.

Jisoo, who is left alone, only giggled at her girlfriend's cute antics, and focused back on her anatomy book.

She's sure she's going to spend a long night in the Park's residence.

A few hours passed. The school time was over and it was time for Jisoo to head over to her dorm to change before making her way to the Park's residence.

A movie date with Chaeyoung wouldn't be complete if she's not bringing their favorite snacks: Pizzas and Hot Cheetos.

"I'm guessing you're coming home late tonight?" Jisoo looked over her shoulder and found a sharp cat-eyed girl laying down in the bed.

Jisoo chuckles, "Probably. Chaeyoung asked me out to watch movies with her. Her parents aren't home, so she's alone with her sister, and I'm accompanying her," She says, focusing on herself in the mirror then taking off her blazer and folding it neatly, then putting it on her closet.

Jennie hummed, "Okay..." Jennie mutters.

There was a brief silence between them and Jisoo knew Jennie had something to tell her. They've been living together since highschool already and admit or not, Jisoo could read Jennie like an open book. The cat-eyed girl was very easy to read.

Jennie sighs, catching Jisoo's attention. The brunette sighs in defeat, "Alright, fine. Lisa can come here," She says, taking a piece of plushie for later, because she knows the strawberry would need it, "But please don't do it on my bed."

"Hey!" Jennie growls. A big pink tint of shade on her cheeks, throwing a pillow, and Jisoo burst in laughter before blocking it.

The cat-eyed girl was furiously blushing on the bed and Jisoo was still bursting in laughter from the teasing.

"We're not gonna do it, okay? I'm just going to spend some quality night with my girlfriend. I miss her."

"You're looking like a whipped puppy right now, Jen." Jisoo shivers, rolling her eyes in the process.

"You're saying that as if you're not a lovesick puppy when it comes to Chaeyoung."

Jisoo chuckles once again, taking a glance at herself in their full body mirror. A white shirt and a black pyjama pants wouldn't sound so bad. She then turns her body to Jennie.

"What do you think?"

"Your outfit screamed like you're actually living in her home,"

"I'll take that as a "You look good in that outfit" compliment, Jen." She air quotes before taking her slipper sandal, "Anyway. I'll see you later, Jen." Jennie hummed, “Don’t come back, okay.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes at her roommate’s remark and left the dorm along with her belongings. She has already ordered the pizza and it will be delivered at Chaeyoung's place. Knowing it'll take for them an hour to choose a movie, Jisoo told the restaurant to be delivered around six o'clock. Chaeyoung doesn't like it when her pizza is cold.

After taking a couple of daydreams on the sidewalk, finally, Jisoo has reached her destination: The Park's residence.

She has been dating Chaeyoung for two years, almost three years, and until now, she's still not used to visiting the Park's residence. Her legs just won’t stop shaking and it’s getting annoying.

Don't get her wrong, she has been visiting, but she just couldn't get used to the grand mansion whenever she stands in front of the house.

Whenever she sees it, she couldn't help, but to wonder: How the hell did she bend the straightest church girl in the school and how did she get her? Jisoo doesn't know. She was just your typical student, whose face is always glued on academics, not interested in love until Chaeyoung came and made a miracle on Jisoo’s life.

Chaeyoung has turned her from a puppy whose face is always glued on the academics to a lovesick puppy, but still focusing on the academics.

Since then, Jisoo's days have been getting better and better, and she's always looking forward whenever it involves Chaeyoung.

Oh lord, Park Chaeyoung and her effect on Kim Jisoo.

Jisoo takes a step back, knocking on the door, and moments pass. The door flew open revealing a strawberry blonde girl who's still on her uniform. Her hair is a little bit messy and Jisoo wonders why.

"Hi," Chaeyoung greets, biting her lower lip at her girlfriend.

Jisoo cocks her head at the side, blinking at her girlfriend, "You're still on your uniform?"

Chaeyoung nods, then flashes a toothy smile at Jisoo, "I was picking Alice up from the school and I don't really have time to change clothes." She sheepishly says.

Jisoo nods, flashing a small smile then proceeds to come inside, "I called the Pizza. It'll be here in a moment," She says, turning her body at Chaeyoung then smiled, "How about you change into some comfortable clothes first while I prepare the food for later."

Chaeyoung pouts attempting to say something, but stopped when she sees Jisoo squinting her eyes at her, "Don't be hard-headed, Chae. Go on, okay? I can handle this."

"Okay..." She surrendered, turning her back, and made her way to her room like a child.

Jisoo smiles, her eyes following Chaeyoung's figure then ties her hair in a diligent manner before proceeding to the kitchen and preparing some snacks. A movie without snacks is big no no to the duo and speaking of watching movies, Jisoo wonders what Chaeyoung picked this time.

She hopes the latter wouldn't pick some scary movies, because seriously, the last time they had scary movies alone in the house (Alice is sleeping in Chaeyoung's grandmother's house). Chaeyoung was crying nonstop, regretting, and wouldn't sleep unless Jisoo would lay to bed with her.

Gosh, sometimes, her lover could be so dramatic, but Jisoo doesn't mind. She doesn't blame Chaeyoung either. Chaeyoung was genuine scared and She doesn't mind putting up with Chaeyoung's drama. It was amusing and fun to tease the strawberry blonde about it, though there are at times she would be filled up with worry.

"Unnie!" Feeling small hands wrapped around Jisoo's waist, Jisoo looked over her shoulder, and found the owner of the brown eyes, same as Chaeyoung, "Alice," Jisoo calls out, smiling widely.

"I miss you!" Alice says, breaking into loud laughter when Jisoo starts to lift her and snuggle closer to her neck.

"I miss you too, kiddo," Jisoo says, gently placing Alice down on the floor, "How's school?" She asks, focusing back on what she's preparing.

"It was fine," Alice says, grinning a little and Jisoo takes notice of it, "That's good. Did the notebook I left with you helped you a lot?"

Alice nods, "Uh-huh, it did! Unnie helps me read them." She says brightly, tugging Jisoo's shirt, then shows her palms filled with ink stars.

"Teacher got me this!"

Jisoo parted her lips in amazement before smiling proudly, "I'm so proud of you, dude." Jisoo says, taking out something out of her pocket.

She was supposed to give this to Alice later, but she couldn't wait anymore, "Remember the bracelet you loved so much when we were passing by on the streets?"

Alice nods then widened her eyes in shock at her unnie, "Did you buy it for me?" She asks, stars starting to be visible on her eyes. Twinkling like there's no tomorrow in happiness.

Jisoo nods, taking out the bracelet with a wide smile and giving it to Alice, "It's my early birthday gift for you. Happy birthday, Alice."

"Thank you unnie!" Alice says, jumping in happiness at Jisoo.

Jisoo giggled, opening her mouth to say something, but was cut off when someone talked first.

"What did I miss?" Chaeyoung asks, appearing out of the blue in the kitchen.

Chaeyoung was wearing her pink silky pyjamas and seriously, Jisoo couldn't help, but wonder how the heck Chaeyoung could make her outfit scream like it came from Saint Laurent. If only Chaeyoung is not pursuing Law, she would be a supermodel and an ambassador of Saint Laurent. Models should be thankful Park Chaeyoung chose Law instead of modelling.

"Unnie got me bracelet!" Alice shouts, showing Chaeyoung the bracelet Jisoo bought for her.

Jisoo snapped at herself, blinking as she did in the process, and glanced at her girlfriend who's interacting with her sister in a sweet manner.

Jisoo smiled. Jisoo was never good with kids, but ever since Chaeyoung introduced Alice to her, she was scared at first, but as time passed, Chaeyoung taught her how to be less scary and how to actually be nice with kids, and get into their nice side. Chaeyoung loves children so much that it also made Jisoo to love them too.

"You have homework?" Alice nods, "Don't worry. I can handle it unnie, cause I'm a big girl!" Alice shouts before running to her room, leaving the duo in the kitchen alone, proud smiles are prominent on their facial features, and their eyes follow the child's figure.

When they see Alice's silhouette starts to disappear. Chaeyoung immediately ran to her girlfriend with a big smile prominent on her facial feature.

Jisoo being a whipped puppy, she opens her arms, and starts to caress, and draw small circles at the strawberry blonde's back.

"You're so clingy, Chae." She comments.

Chaeyoung hummed, snuggling closer at the brunette's neck, "Get used to it, dummy."

Jisoo chuckles, both of them stayed silent, and stayed in that position for a moment. After a couple of seconds, Jisoo was the first one to break the contact, making Chaeyoung feel a little bit cold, despite the long sleeve covering her skin.

"Help me?" Jisoo asks, handing the hot cheetos on Chaeyoung's hands.

Chaeyoung immediately took it, "By the way, I already paid for the pizza." She says making Jisoo frown in disapprovement. Attempting to say something, Chaeyoung leans closer, shutting Jisoo off, "You can pay me back with kisses." She says, wriggling both of her eyebrows at Jisoo.

Jisoo shakes her head, sighing as she did, and chuckle in defeat, "Alright."

The two start to sit down on the couch. Jisoo, who knew fully well how Chaeyoung couldn't wait when it came to food, she gave the first slice to the strawberry blonde before proceeding with hers.

"So what are we watching?"

"As above, as below." Chaeyoung replies, her eyes glistening in happiness and taking a bite on her hawaiian pizza.

Jisoo gave Chaeyoung a look, hesitant, "That sounds like a horror movie."

"That's because it is a horror movie. I heard from Lisa that it's good." She says, finding Jisoo's eyes when she turned her head towards the brunette.

"I'm fine with horror, babe, but are you sure we're going to watch this? The last time we watched a horror movie, you were having nightmares about it."

Chaeyoung shooks her head, "Not this time. Plus, Lisa said it's not that scary, it's just thrilling."

Sighing in defeat, Chaeyoung looked so determined, so maybe it’s different today. Jisoo nods at her girlfriend before patting the seat beside her, "Alright. You better not regret it, okay?"

"You bet," Chaeyoung flashes a smirk, "I won't."

Okay, it was a mistake. Chaeyoung should have known that Lisa is an angel in disguise, she should have known that the movie is so scary that it made her eat her own words.

Why is she watching this movie again? Oh yeah, it's because Jisoo loves horror movies and she wanted to impress and show her girlfriend that she was not the Chaeyoung that used to get scared whenever they watch a horror movie together.

Seeing a sudden jumpscare appeared out of nowhere, Chaeyoung couldn't help, but to widen her eyes and squeal in horror. Jisoo, who's on the side, widened her eyes, and jumped on her seat when she heard Chaeyoung squeal in horror.

In instinct, Jisoo immediately turned off the TV and faced her girlfriend who's already crying. She opened her mouth, about to say something when Chaeyoung rose up from her seat, and made her way to the stairs leaving Jisoo alone, stunned on their couch.

Blinking for a moment, Jisoo was back on herself though she's not really sure what had happened. She rises up from her seat, immediately following Chaeyoung in her personal room.

When she reached the strawberry's room, Chaeyoung was already lying on the bed, burying her head on the pillow as she sobbed softly. Jisoo, who got worried, slowly approached her girlfriend. She starts to pat the strawberry blonde's back and before she knew it, the two of them were engulfed in silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm so dramatic..." Chaeyoung murmured, her voice muffled on the pillow.

Jisoo smiles, "You're not dramatic, Chae," She says, "You're just scared."

Chaeyoung shakes her head, her face still buried in the pillow, "I'm so annoying." She says, taking a peek over her shoulder, and Jisoo's saw how Chaeyoung's lips were turning to quivering pout.

She frowned, "You're not annoying, babe." She retorted.

"I am,"

"Okay. Listen," Jisoo takes a deep breath, "Trust me, you don't want me creating an online presentation to convince you that you're not annoying." Jisoo softly laughed at her joke, but she's seriously going to do it, "But seriously, Chaeyoung. You're not annoying, okay?" She assured Chaeyoung.

There was no response coming from the strawberry blonde and Jisoo only stayed silent. Waiting for the strawberry blonde patiently on the floor with her legs crossed.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't be the girl who you want to enjoy horror movies with... I've tried to be tough, but I just couldn't..." Chaeyoung whispered, sitting up from her position and started to wipe her own tears stain on her cheeks.

Jisoo smiles softly, taking Chaeyoung's hands on hers, "Chaeyoung," She calls out, planting small kisses on the strawberry blonde's hand, "You're such an idiot, Chae... You don't have to do that. You don't have to force yourself to watch horror movies just to impress me," Jisoo said, "I don't know if you know this, but you've always made me impressed with little things about you silently." She paused, looking up meeting with the strawberry blonde's eyes.

"So don't pull that scheme again, okay? You're making me worry about you, silly." Jisoo softly chuckles, "Now, let's watch tangled and ignore that crappy movie Lisa recommended to you,"

"After that, could we watch some documentaries too?"

"Of course, Chae." Jisoo laughs.

Chaeyoung has this small obsession when it comes to netflix documentaries, so of course, she'll watch it with the chipmunk, although there are times it would become boring. She doesn’t mind, as long as she’s with Chaeyoung.

Noticing the small sound created by the raindrop when it collided with the window. Jisoo turns her gaze at it. Looks like she couldn't go home to her dorm at this moment.

"It's starting to rain hard," She says.

"It is," Chaeyoung replies, her eyes glued at Jisoo's side profile.

What did she do in her past life to deserve an angel like Jisoo?

At this moment, Chaeyoung wanted to thank the Gods for giving her this angel in disguise.

Jisoo was so beautiful, starting from her hair that is streaming down like how the waterfall streamed naturally, her eyelashes, her eyes, her plump lips that are slightly parted, her ears and her voice.

Everything about her was so beautiful.

"Jisoo."

Feeling so overwhelmed, in a beat, Chaeyoung crawled her way to Jisoo's arms. Feeling the brunette's beating heart and the brunette's warm embrace, protective arms around her.

"You're so warm..." Closing her eyes as Chaeyoung snuggled closer. Jisoo hummed in response, letting Chaeyoung hear her beating heart that is beating erratically from the contact.

All of a sudden, Jisoo flipped the switch, and this time, before Chaeyoung could know. Jisoo has pushed her slightly and Jisoo's head is now positioning itself on Chaeyoung's chest. Hearing the strawberry blonde's heart beating erratically.

It was the same as her. Both of their hearts were beating erratically in the same rhythm.

"You're warm too..." Chaeyoung smiles softly, wrapping her arms around the brunette.

Jisoo looked up, meeting the eyes of the strawberry who's looking the same way as her.

Jisoo couldn't help, but to feel overwhelmed by that gaze, so with a smile, she leaned closer to capture the sweet plump lips with hers.

There is it again, the rush of helplessness that Chaeyoung feels whenever Jisoo kisses her with passion and love. Chaeyoung closes her eyes, savoring the moment she's feeling, it was soft at first, and then, before Chaeyoung knew, it was becoming swift. The intensity has made Chaeyoung cling her arms around Jisoo's neck as the only solid thing to hold in an alluring dizzy world.

For a moment, when she felt the brunette stopped. It was Chaeyoung's turn to take over and she couldn't help, but to grin between their kisses when Jisoo tried to fight off her. Their kiss was innocent at first, but the more they kissed, and sucked each other's tongue. The kiss was becoming more intense, but the passion and love was still present.

"Jisoo," She gasped, feeling the warm hands of her lover beneath her pink top pyjamas.

Breathing deeply, Jisoo bit her lower lip at the moan and continued to plant small kisses on the strawberry's neck, trailing it down to her chest down to her stomach.

"Jisoo," She whispered, this time laced with neediness.

Holding her lover's cheek, she pulled Jisoo to hers and kissed the brunette deeply. Jisoo was so consumed, she was so consumed to the point that she didn't notice Chaeyoung had flipped the switch between them.

Jisoo groaned, feeling the strawberry on top of her. Chaeyoung was flashing a smirk at her lover, slowly unbuttoning her top pyjamas. Jisoo's eyes have remained glued at God's greatest creation that is in front of her and before Jisoo could stare furthermore.

Chaeyoung kissed her, it was slow and gentle, but she was sure it was filled with sincere love, and care.

Jisoo groaned, feeling Chaeyoung's hands knotting her fist on her shirt, pulling her harder against her. Jisoo groaned softly, on her throat, and then her arms circled her, gathering her against her, and they rolled on the floor, tangled together, and still kissing.

"You're so beautiful, Chaeyoung," Jisoo whispered, leaning closer, specifically on Chaeyoung's ear, "Very." She repeats as she softly sets aside the bra and takes one of Chaeyoung's nipples on her mouth and softly sucks it.

Chaeyoung bit her bottom lip, shivering, and feeling her legs are starting to turn jelly.

"Let me hear you, Chae..."

Jisoo's hands were not stopping. It was so hot, consuming, and Chaeyoung couldn't help, but to look down and meet her lover's eyes whose eyes never left her.

Despite the hair sticking, because of the sweats, Jisoo didn't let that bother her. Instead, she kept her pace right and took it between her thumb and forefinger and tugs and twisted it gently.

"Ah, Jisoo!" She groans.

Jisoo didn't stop, and continued slowly, leisurely. Chaeyoung was groaning and her moans were the only thing that echoed in her room.

"Jisoo, please..." She whispered.

"Please what?"

Chaeyoung whines, "You know where."

Jisoo smiles for a second before distancing herself away from Chaeyoung. Immediately feeling the lack of warmth when her lover distanced herself, Chaeyoung couldn't help, but whine, but at the same time gulp at the sight.

Jisoo was dragging her shirt over her head, throwing it somewhere nearby around them and unhooked her own bra. She then hooks her thumbs into her pyjama pants and gently pulls them and her panties down her legs.

"Felt so hot there, baby." She says, leaning closer once again to imprisoned Chaeyoung's lips with hers. As Jisoo's lips were distracting Chaeyoung, the brunette's hands were slowly pulling the pants down and hooked her thumb on the strawberry blonde's panties, she gently pulls them down her legs, and stopped making Chaeyoung's breath hitched.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Stop being a tease, Jisoo." Chaeyoung hissed, impatient, and Jisoo chuckled in response.

Chaeyoung knew Jisoo was testing her, she was teasing her, and it would be a lie if she says she wasn't aroused by it.

Chaeyoung bit her bottom lip, a little bit embarrassed, but quickly pointed at the apex of her thighs, and of course, Chaeyoung wouldn't miss that wicked grin that is plastered on Jisoo's lips.

"Naughty," Jisoo chuckles.

Then Jisoo kisses her, unleashing her tongue, her joy-ravishing expert tongue. Chaeyoung groaned and fisted her hand into the brunette's hair. She doesn't stop, her tongue circling on her clitoris.

God, she felt like she's in cloud-nine. It's so overwhelming and driving her crazy.

"Jisoo, please," Chaeyoung cried out. Not wanting to stand up as she doesn't have the strength to do so.

"Please what, Chaeyoung?"

"Make love to me."

"I am making love to you, Chaeyoung," Jisoo whispered, grinning slightly.

Sudden boldness forming inside of the strawberry, she shook her head, "No, not that... baby... I want you inside me."

The magnificent, sweet torture was still present and Chaeyoung couldn't help but to release a soft moan.

"Come on, Jisoo,"

Jisoo stops, distancing herself for a minute, and Chaeyoung could see at the corner of the brunette's lips glistened with the evidence of her arousal.

Chaeyoung blushed.

"Be patient, Attorney Park." The brunette murmured, licking her lips altogether, and locked eyes with the strawberry who's looking at her with plead.

"Cute." Jisoo says, leaning closer once again, and starts trailing wet kisses from the strawberry's stomach to the apex of her thighs.

Chaeyoung closes her eyes, feeling the fullness, the elegant feeling of Jisoo's warmth, possession, and love. In instinct, she tilted her pelvis up to meet the brunette's pace, to join with Jisoo, groaning and moaning loudly. It was ecstasy, she was the definition of euphoria and when Jisoo eases her long fingers back and very slowly was what Chaeyoung drove crazy.

Shit, shit, and shit. She chanted those words on her head as she clinged her arms at the brunette's neck and played with her hair. Jisoo was slowly moving in her fingers and out again.

"Jisoo, faster... faster, please Jisoo." She mewled.

Jisoo gazed down at Chaeyoung's eyes in triumph and held the blonde's cheek with her other hand, and pulled her closer to kiss her hard. Chaeyoung moaned in her mouth, feeling the intensity getting faster and faster, but instead of two, Jisoo did three. Jisoo sets a pounding rhythm and Chaeyoung starts to quicken, her legs tensing on the brunette.

"Give it to me, Chaeyoung." She whispered in her ear.

Chaeyoung was feeling overwhelmed, rolling her eyes back, and finally, she exploded, magnificently, mind-numbingly, into million pieces around Jisoo, and Jisoo stopped.

Jisoo collapses on top of her, her head buried on Chaeyoung's neck. Chaeyoung closed her eyes, feeling fulfillment from their naughty activity, and feeling the warmth of her life. Both stayed like that for a couple of minutes, a couple of minutes in being each other's arms and peacefulness.

Chaeyoung opens her eyes when she feels her lover move slightly and gaze up into the face of the woman she loves. Jisoo's expression is soft, tender, and satisfied. The brunette leans closer, strokes her nose against Chaeyoung.

"I love you." She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the strawberry blonde's lips and eases out herself on the blonde.

"I love you too, Jisoo."

And their day goes on like that. Both of them fell into deep slumber, side by side on Chaeyoung’s bed.

Jisoo was the first one to wake up, sober from what they’ve done a while ago. She planted a small note, saying she’ll leave, because both of them have classes later, on the nightstand table and leaned closer to plant a gentle kiss on the strawberry blonde’s lips before making her way out of the Park’s residence.

When both of them were done preparing for their breakfast routine and readied themselves for their classes.

Chaeyoung wouldn't miss the satisfied smirk that is prominent on her girlfriend's face when she sees the blonde wearing turtleneck all of a sudden.

Jennie, who noticed the smirk on Jisoo's face, she flashed a smirk and nudged Jisoo on the waist.

"I see, you got laid there, huh." She teased.

Jisoo rolled her eyes, "Don't act like I also didn't catch you and Lisa sharing a bed together, naked underneath the blanket, Jen." She retorted with a teasing grin.

Jennie rolled her eyes and their day went from papers, to projects, to orals, and finally it was time to go home. Jisoo had managed to finish all of her tasks and now, she's stress free or at least that's what she thought.

She was supposed to go home together with Chaeyoung, stop by Chaeyoung's place perhaps for dinner, but Mr. Lee ruined it all.

"It's okay, Soo. You can just catch up with Alice and I, okay. We'll wait for you," Her girlfriend said, assuring the brunette who's pouting.

"Okay." Jisoo says, sighing as she starts to do what Mr. Lee told her to do.

It was around six o'clock when she was done with Mr. Lee's doings and since she was done, that means she's free to go now. Informing Mr. Lee that she finished the task. Jisoo grabbed her bag with her and proceeded to walk to the Park's residence.

After a couple of steps, finally, Jisoo arrived at the Park's residence.

Starting with a knock, there was a brief silence for a moment until Jisoo heard a click on the door.

It was Alice.

"Hey," Jisoo greets, walking inside, and starts to take off her shoes as the kid only gazes at her.

Moments later, Jisoo was done and Alice was only staring at her. Cocking her head in the side, blinking rapidly on the kid.

Alice pulled something out from her pocket and gaze it to Jisoo, "Here,"

"What's this?" Jisoo asks, bending down on her knees to level her face on Alice's height.

Alice smiled, "Your ring," She says, "You forgot it."

"Ah, really?" Jisoo says, taking the ring from her hand.

"Yeah," Alice replies, "I found it on my sister's doorframe yesterday."

"On the doorframe?" Jisoo repeats, trying to think when she dropped the ring yesterday.

"Are you guys always doing stuff like that?"

Jisoo freezes, widening her eyes slightly at Alice, and Alice only stared back at Jisoo with a smile that is hard to read.

A type of smile that Jisoo hasn't seen before.

"Alice, is that Jisoo? Let her in." Chaeyoung's voice echoed and judging from where it came from. It looked like the blonde was still in the kitchen and Alice voluntarily opened the door.

"Not always," Jisoo whispered, her eyes still glued on Alice.

Alice stared at her before blinking and looking away slightly from Jisoo.

"Alice," Jisoo calls out, holding the kid's hand, "Are you... Are you worried that I'm going to steal your sister away from you?" She asks softly.

Alice wasn't still responding, but Jisoo could see the kid was holding her tears back with a quivering pout.

There was a brief silence between the two and unknown to them. Chaeyoung was on the side, silently listening to their conversation. Her face is unreadable.

"I won't, Alice." Jisoo replied, "She's your big sister." She smiles.

"What about you?" Alice asks.

"Of course, I'm also your big sister." Jisoo chuckles, taking Alice softly on her embrace.

"I promise I won't take your "Big Sister"," Jisoo assured, patting the kid's back as Alice sobbed quietly on Jisoo's shoulders.

"But can I have "Chaeyoung"?"

There was a brief silence between them until Alice spoke.

"Okay..." She says.

Chaeyoung closes her eyes with a smile on her lips.

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