#also did have a chuckle at the scene with Sakura

[baked-hylian]

Ah, I get it now

ninja society doesn't do the whole foster/adopt thing

[slut4daviii]

character(s): m.namikaze

pt: 01/01

cw: cheating, student-teacher | 20 - 25, praise, belly bulge, size difference, office sex, blowjob, handjob, (bttm male reader),

summary: they were jokes until they weren’t.

a/n: you already know, minors and fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT. | also, i have no excuse for writing this beside i want minato to absolutely [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] the fuck outta me, DISRESPECTFULLY | also pls request something | also, some parts might not make sense bc i couldn’t decide on one plot over the other, also i couldn’t decide if it was lime lemon or smut until literally the handjob scene

title: admiration, beyond anything else

wc: 2200+

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“I bet you’re fucking sensei!” Sakura randomly blurted one day, distracting you and Naruto from your game.

you and your friends had joked about it in the past. joked about your longing stares at him, or even his tendency to pick on you for questions, or how you were top of class— a perfect 110, day in and day out.

“ha?!” the two of you yelled, but for differing reasons. for you, it was utter disgust and an insult, but for Naruto, it was fear. he didn’t think you would stoop that low, but… there was still the chance.

“well, I mean, you’ve got the highest score in class.” Sakura followed, flipping her phone to show you the latest test the collective had taken. “everyone failed— except you.”

you rolled your eyes, bored with the conversation already. “so I’m smarter than all you and that means I’m fucking Naruto’s dad?”

Naruto flinched at the implication, your harsh tone and blunt way of saying it made him shiver. “you really don’t have to say it like—“

“then there’s the way you look at him! you stare at him like he’s the most perfect thing in the word!” Sakura continued, cutting Naruto’s sentence short. “and he always calls on you to answer questions!”

“so I’m sensei’s favorite” you shrugged, “if you and Sasuke stopped fucking each other on every surface available to you then maybe you’d be at least passing.”

Sakura blushed, retracting her phone and smacking you in the back of your head. “s—shut up! id—idiot!”

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now looking back, the answer you gave was straightforward, a blunt no. just like your perception on the world. it’s either yes or no. nothing in between.

then why were you standing in front of him?

“it started as a inquisition.” you’d say, “a burning question you wanted answered” you’d considered saying— but scrapping it for something simple “and who better to answer it than my favorite teacher?”

“a nomadic mind.” that’s what he said about you, rubbing your head in the process. “[name], you have such a nomadic mind, always wanting to know more. I wish I was like you when I was younger, —he let out a small chuckle, the sound reverberating within you, a blush slowly creeping itself onto your features— “you’re doing a great job, prince.”

you and your friends had joked about it in the past. joked about your longing stares at him, or even his tendency to pick on you for questions, or how you were top of class— a perfect 110, day in and day out.

but now your speculative mind had developed beyond your controls. why did he refer to you as prince? he said he was taking a monarchial view on things, and if the teacher was the ‘ruler’ of the classroom, then the top student was the ‘prince/princess.’

but why did he only call on you? you’re the only one that answered his questions. but why not dub his son as the prince and you the knight or something of the sort? that was impractical, something Minato-sensei wouldn’t want to do.

for every question you had, another voice would snuff it out, making you feel like this wasn’t a good idea. ‘I need to leave.’ you told yourself, turning to leave.

but he stopped you. his voice— not too deep, but not overly high-pitched like Naruto’s. it was rich— like a endless sea of red paint, something consistent and unbroken.

you felt weak, a pit growing within your stomach. “[name]?” oh god. even when he was concerned he was hot.

“is there something you need? something you want to talk about?” he was standing beside you, the height difference between the two of you even more apparent now. he dwarfed you by at least 4-5 inches.

you turned, raising your chin to look at him. “would— would you?”

he tilted his head, trying to hear you. “hm? would I what?”

you sighed, your heartbeat increasing tenfold. it was so loud that, even if the classroom was full— buzzing chatter and laughter, you were sure he would still hear it.

“[name]?” he brought his hand to your face, coercing you to talk. “are you okay? do you need me to—“

‘fuck it’ that was your last thought. your last sting of sanity. and it broke when you reached up to his neck, your fingers finding way into his golden locks.

you brought him towards you, your lips colliding together in a manner that only lovers got to experience. but you weren’t his lover— no, you were his student. and this indecent act wouldn’t go unpunished. but, for right now, you didn’t care. all you wanted was him.

your hand found its way to his jeans— the denim outline protruding in a manner that only aided in showcasing the twitching bulge within.

Minato brought his hand to your waist, the other on your chest. he pushed you away, catching his breath in the process. “[n—name]! hah, ngha! what— what was that?! I—I’m married!”

you bit your tongue, wanting to explain yourself but the apprehensive look in his eyes set off a fire in you, a fire so hot that it dared to burn the both of you if not maintained correctly.

Minato was sitting on his desk, looking between you and his fluctuating arousal. “[n—name], what happened? why are you so shameless all of a sudden?”

you didn’t know if it was the fact that he degraded you, or if it was just the overwhelming urge to have him call you ‘prince.’ again, but you couldn’t stop yourself from walking to him.

you placed your hands on either sides of his thighs, trapping him within your bodyframe, knowing he could very easily move you if he wanted. “sensei, I— I… can’t help myself.” you stated honestly, “you’re incredible! the way you rub my head, or call me prince, I—I like it… more than I should.” you looked away from him, a blush overtaking your entire upper-body. “an—and it’s not like I want to be with you or anything. I don’t love you, I just want to…” you eyes flickered back to his still semi-hard cock, the sight doubling your heartbeat.

“I just want to return your kindness.” you almost pleaded, lowering to your knees. Minato watched at you fiddled with his belt, his thoughts running more laps than his heartbeat could count. he looked into your eyes, seeing a burning question within. his own pupils dilated, focusing solely on you. I mean, how could he deny his favorite student?

you hastily tried to pull the belt from its configuration, struggling more than you would like to admit. Minato chuckled softly, some of his arousal turning into admiration. “hold on, let me help.”

he grabbed both your hands, holding them within his palm. you blushed, feeling your body flush completely. he sat down within his chair with you between his legs, half your body under his desk. he undid his belt and pants, unzipping his fly in a torturous manner. “sensei…” you whined, wanting to feel every inch of him in your throat.

he put on a closed-eye smile and chuckled “s—sorry, [name].”

you turned away again, grumbling softly. “its f—fine, sensei.”

Minato grinned, pulling his hands away from his boxers, letting you do whatever you wanted.

jumping at the opportunity, you attached your hands to the waistband of undergarments, wanting to pull them down but feeling a harsh shove— strong enough to move you completely under his desk. his lower body followed suit not even a second later, his bulge almost connecting with your face.

you were going to ask him what happened when you heard Naruto’s voice. “dad, have you seen [name]?”

Naruto?

“N—Naruto! what—what’re you doing here? and did I tell you to use your honorifics while I’m at work?”

“what’s the big deal, y’know? nobody’s in here.” Naruto combated, a whine present in his voice.

“you’d be surprised”

“huh?”

“n—nothing!”

you would’ve laughed if the situation wasn’t as asinine. however, your attention was on something else, something a lot more… entertaining.

you shifted your body towards Minato’s, the warmth from his resonating against yours. you brought your hands to his waistband, tugging it low enough for his cock to spring out.

fuck.

he was much bigger than you thought, almost double what you had in mind. and he wasn’t even fully hard. you inhaled, feeling your own cock swell painfully.

“anyways, have you?” Naruto replied

“have I— ghk! fuhck…”

Naruto jumped back at the sudden outburst, his head tilting to the side at his father’s uncharacteristic swearing. “did you just… curse?”

Minato tried to steady his breathing— his hand traveling to your hair, wrapping his fingers into the [strands/coils/curls], tugging softly, his silent attempt at telling you to stop.

you pulled off, a line of spit connecting your lips to his reddened tip. you breathed deeply, soft pants breaking the looming silence between father and son.

you, after coating your fingers in spit, brought them to your clenching hole, easing one in— slowly at first. you heaved, laying your head against Minato’s thigh, connecting your lips to his tip, cleaning any and all pre-cum from him.

“uhm… n—no Naruto, I haven’t seen [name] since,” he paused to think, giving you time to reattach yourself to his shaft, sucking every inch that he let you. you deep-throated him skillfully, his pubes covered in a concoction of your spit and his pre-cum.

“uh—umh not since— fuck… your class period.” he finished breathlessly. each one of his words were followed by heavy pants, the rigidness to his sentence growing by the second.

Naruto seemed to take this, turning to walk out. Minato relaxed, his head dropping onto his desk. “oh dad?”

he tensed up, a unconvincing smile crossing his features. “yeah?”

“mom said she’s making udon, and needs you to pick up a few ingredients.” Minato nodded frantically, sweat trickling from his forehead.

“alright, see you at home.”

“see ya!”

still under your sensei’s desk, all you could go off was sounds. the sound of a door clicking, then footsteps retreating from said door.

Minato again twisted his fingers into your hair, this time rolling his chair back to put some distance between the two of you. “hah… [name], yo—you can’t do that. what if we were caught?”

you rubbed your thighs together, the friction sending harsh stimuli to your pulsating cock. “I’m sorry.”

Minato sighed deeply, pulling his hand from you. “its ok, just— c’mere.” he patted his thighs.

you stood up, finding a comfortable position on your sensei’s body. you placed your hands on his shoulders and you face into his neck, inhaling the faint coconut scent from his cologne. the smell only hardened your cock, wanting to get closer to the man.

“[name]?” Minato called, his voice soft and comforting. “have you prepared?”

you nodded, not exactly telling the whole truth. you could only use one finger because Naruto kept talking, making Minato retract from you.

“alright, how do you want it?” he asked. and you almost stopped functioning, not knowing how to respond to something you should’ve been thinking about the whole time.

“I—I was—wasn’t thinking about th—that.”

all you got was another chuckle, “that’s ok.” he pulled you from his chest, locking eyes with you— blue clashing against [e.color]— before continuing “what do you want me to do, prince?”

you writhed at the nickname, it was so commonly used when you got a question right, or did something praisable— but now, in this context, it was something else.

Minato brought his hand to your pants, maintaining eye contact with you, “do you want me to touch you here?”

the in your gut returned, this time hotter, burning itself into every blood vessel— searing pleasure into your bloodstream. you couldn’t answer, the fire taking all the oxygen from you lungs, leaving you speechless.

you opted to nod, feeling his hand slither against your trembling cock. he freed it from its confines, slowly moving his hand up and down, the even pace making your skin crawl with pleasure.

“is this good?” he asked, hoarsely, the blue in his eyes frosting over with lust.

fire requires oxygen— a basic chemical procedure, and yours was steadily taking more and more, burning as hot as the sun.

you again nodded, your head falling against Minato’s neck, trying to catch even a small breath.

“I need you to use your words, pretty boy.” he coerced.

a raging inferno— the only thing that could remotely describe the feeling slowly overwhelming your body.

“y—yes.” your voice was soft, faltering through any cracks presented.

his hand tightened, also gaining pace each time his thumb pressed against your tip. “ngh! sen—sensei! I’m g—g’na cum!” you called, thrusting your hips into his palm.

“go ahead, be a good boy and cum for me.”

your eyes rolled, tears welling within the corners. “mhgn! cumming!” the fire once in your gut traveled to your shaft, pushing out countless stings of cloudy white semen.

Minato continued to stroke your cock, milking your through your poweful orgasm. he kissed along your neck, leaving light hickeye’s “that’s it. come on, you got it.” he praised, his kisses pampering you endlessly. “good job, prince! you did so well!”

he stopped, looking at your washed form, wiping your hair from your forehead and kissing softly. “good job.”

you swelled at the words, also smiling against his chest.

he brought his other hand to your ass, his index and middle fingers finding a way inside of you. “do you want to keep going? or are you satisfied?”

his cock pulsed against you, making you shiver at the thought of having something that big inside of you. “I—I can… keep g—going.”

he smiled softly, pulling his fingers from your body, replacing them with his tip. “are you sure? you don’t have to force yourself, babyboy.”

you nodded, determined to have you sensei cum inside of you. “yes, sensei. just put it in, please.”

Minato flashed a closed-eye smile, his features warm. ‘reminds me of Kushina, so eager for me.’ he thought before sheathing himself within you.

“nghk! s—so fuckin’ de—deep!” you moaned, eyes rolling backwards. Minato blushed at the exclamation, rolling his hips to find your prostate.

you felt every movement, every inch pulsing inside of you— and every vein that lined his cock. “ple—please sensei, move already…!” you whined, grinding against him.

he nodded, pulling you into a hug. he readjusted himself in the chair, finding a comfortable position before sending shallow thrust into you, his tip easily crushing what would be you womb—if you were a woman—

“ngh! mngh! sensei! right—right there sensei!” you called, feeling him hit a spot that had you seeing stars.

he hook his arms under yours, picking you up effortlessly. you shifted at the sudden stop in his movements, whining about being close.

you felt a hard connection against your back, followed by the warmth of Minato’s toned chest. “now just relax, I’ve got you.”

butterflies filled your stomach, undoubtedly running into Minato’s cock. he pulled out until only his tip remained before slamming back into you. your back arched against his chest, his pace rising slowly.

the repeated abuse to your insides had you on cloud nine, seeing stars so bright your vision went white— climaxing immediately.

you tighten around Minato, making him grunt against your ear. “fuck… you take so well baby.” his thrust were sharp, aimed precisely at the spot that kept you clenching around him— he’d memorized everything about you in such a short amount of time, his lips hungrily attacking your neck with kisses.

one of his hands were against your stomach, pressing in on the bulge his cock formed against your organs, the other holding your waist to keep you firmly against him.

“mnh… you’re so tight.” he breathed out, licking along your adam’s apple to only bite softly against your clavicle. the sudden sensation had you cumming all over again, spraying your chest and his abdomen in a white sticky mess.

“just a few more, I’m getting close, prince.”

despite being close, his pace never changed, the same sharp, aimed, deeply mind-numbing thust still fucking you out of existence. “do you want me to pull out? or keep—“

“in! keep it in sen— sensei! keep it in! please.” he groaned at your desperation, pulling you from the wall and setting you onto his desk— a missionary position that left you completely exposed under his watchful eye. the hand that he had on your waist moved to your thigh, his grip tightening to accommodate the change in pace.

his other hand stayed on you stomach, the bulge showing more clearly through you. “you’re so pretty, [name].” he leaned down and kissed you, his lips shuffled knowingly against yours, making way for his tongue to dominate every part of your mouth.

but as quickly as the kiss was initiated, he broke it— panting heavily “fuck, prince I’m gonna cum!” he tried to move backwards but your legs came up, locking him in place.

through heavy, lidded eyes— a sweat riffled body, and a weak, mumbling smile, you spoke: “I s—said in me, sensei.”

he groaned, finally moving his hand from your stomach and to your other thigh. he thrusted harsher, his balls slapping against your backside from the force he put into his movements.

“fuck! [name], take it!” his cock throbbed, shooting cum so deep inside of you that it stained your body in a lewdly crude way. he continued to move inside of you, his cock sliding and pushing his cum deeper into your being. “ngk! you’re so, oh god… so fucking good for me!”

you shot a final cumshot, weak and thin, pulled forth by the feeling of carrying your sensei’s cum— so deep and warm within you.

you both basked in the heat of your orgasm, the twinkling lights of fulfillment binding the two of your together.

Minato panted, closing his eyes, and pulling out. he pulled you off his desk and cradled you bridal style, walking to the classroom door. he peeked his head out before carrying you the teachers lounge.

for some reason I thought of this after writing that horrendouss vivid smut.

enjoy.

“hey naruto?” you called

“what’s up [name]?”

“is your mom ever in a bad mood?”

naruto took a few second to think before smiling and shaking his head. “nope, i dont think ive ever seen her frustrated or angry without a reason.”

[name] chuckled softly

“why?”

“no reason, but I know why.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean I know why your mom is always happy.”

“you do? how?”

“because I do the same things she does”

“really?! like what? tell me!”

“well, gardening, cooking,” ‘your dad’ “sleeping, and be around you of course.”

you ruffled his hair at the end of your sentence, smiling at your friend.

“aw, thanks [name]!”

[sneezemonster15]

Kishimoto never meant for Hinata to be seen as Naruto's savior in Pein arc. However, he was also smart enough to be creative about it. By this time, he knew Hinata would be paired off with Naruto, he could have written Hinata with a bit of grace. But Kishi doesn't work like that. To choose to write her confession this way, he showed her to be a silly girl infatuated with the hero, not as a shinobi or someone who cares or thinks of her family or village or anything else. She has been almost invisible prior to this in Shippuden, hardly having any contribution to the narrative or a battle. So this chapter could have served to portray a more well rounded Hinata, but Kishimoto had different plans. Safe plans though. On a surface level, it seems Hinata is doing it out of the force of her love for Naruto, but we get to see how things unravel and it does not show Hinata in a good light.

So while Naruto is battling Pein, it is made clear that Naruto's message has reached the Konohabitants (people of Konoha), and they know what to do, not interfere.

This message has reached Hinata as well.

She is clearly worried, she is sitting there, under the protection of her branch family bodyguard.

We can see that Katsuyu is there with her and her injured slave.

So while Hinata is on this side, on the other side, Inoichi and team have located Pein and need to send teams with chakra sensing type shinobis to look for the exact location.

Well, Hinata is a chakra sensing type.

Right then, to stress on this, Kishi makes Gai's team enter Konoha, and Neji is shown to use Byakugan to recognise Jiraiya's frog, Gamabunta. So we get the impression that a chakra sensing shinobi would have been really able to help.

But then, before anything could happen, we see her doing this.

And then immediately, we see this happening to her.

Hehehe, idc what anyone says, Kishi did it this way for the chuckles, I just know it. You must have seen this happening in cartoons, some foolhardy loser who highly overestimates their abilities would unthinkingly rush in to fight the villian with all the swagger they could muster and get yeeted out in the atmosphere Right Away and then you hear - AAAaaahhhhh... which then slowly fades off into the distance. Always draws chuckles and sniggers, great comic timing. Heh.

Now, just the way Kishi wrote this chapter called 'Hinata's confession', is quite informative of Hinata's feelings for Naruto and Naruto's complete obliviousness of Hinata's existence. We understand that Inoichi has found Pein's location and needs 'chakra sensing type' shinobis in as many teams as possible and they are relaying that message through Katsuyu.

So if Hinata had waited two more seconds, she would have probably been able to contribute to the battle rather than falling on her face with strike one.

Hahaha. Kishi, you genius, you.

He established the whole scene where Shikamaru, Ino, Inoichi, Katsuyu, Shiho etc are planning a smart scheme and following up diligently, actually contributing to the battle. We have already seen Sakura doing her job, helping villagers and the injured (one of her good moments, there are so few and so far apart sigh..), we have seen Konohamaru blast one of the paths of Pein, we have seen Tsunade doing her best saving people, we have already seen Kakashi and team fight Pein intelligently and creatively, and then we see Hinata who is literally just sitting there. How exactly do we see her contribute to anything?

So as we see Kishi developing this battle arc, we have seen how various Konohabitants have contributed to the battle, and we have gotten a strong sense of how absolutely devastatingly strong Pein is, and then we see Hinata charging in like a lunatic, while the others are hatching plans and schemes and actually using their training to somehow defeat Pein.

Yes, Hinata is emotionally driven to protect Naruto and can't think logically but her short sightedness almost got Naruto killed. Some confession. Heh.

If only she had shown some patience and mental acuity, something shinobis are actually trained in. She would have been able to help Naruto and somehow contribute to the battle. But well, that has never been Hinata's strong suit.

Thing is, she admits she is being selfish. She Knows whatever she is doing won't help anyone. She knows she can't hope to defeat or even delay Pein. And she obviously isn't able to help Naruto. She went there to die, she knew she probably would die, so might as well confess to Naruto before either he died at the hands of Pein or her. If she really wanted to help Naruto, she would have used her abilities to hatch a plan of action. Or devised some creative trick. Or something that she knew would have at least a miniscule chance at succeeding. Not what she did.

But well, that's not how Kishi wrote her. Never intended to. He always meant to portray her as a wallflower, someone whose everything revolves around Naruto, who stalks him from a distance, who only shows courage and motivation to fight when Naruto is looking, who does nothing to make her presence felt.

What's even funnier is Kishi establishes this right away. How? With the panel cover of this chapter.

This is Hinata. In a chapter called her Confession.

Sitting there, nervously balled up while not even looking directly at Naruto. Naruto turned away from her, going about his business without even being aware of her existence. How the touch of his distinctly drawn mere passing shadow makes her curl her toes and blush uncontrollably. Like a shy little girl in throes of a high school crush. When Kishimoto said in one of his interviews that Hinata is someone who watches from the shadows, he didn't mean it only figuratively lol. 'Hinata - the shadow girl'. That man cracks me up, the joker.

The visual language says everything you need to know.

He couldn't even be bothered noticing her on his own, is it any wonder that Naruto doesn't respond to her confession?

[dirtyoldmanhole]

last actual endgame level thoughts (fair warning i'm a bit snarky/don't hold back, putting this one under the cut).

edit: and finished!

.... ohhhhhh that's where the attempt at pathos was (corrin's little dream sequence.)

why is it that the one person corrin has the most genuine chemistry with in CQ is lilith. if there was more to that dream sequence i genuinely would ship those two... kind of already do ngl.... she straight up says she loves corrin... swear to god corrin only has chemistry if it's like high key incesty lmaoooooooo. (so far i genuinely ship corrin with camilia/gunter/lilith LOL).

the 'everybody tells corrin to come back to the living' is. hm. i feel like it would have hit better if you only did characters corrin had an A or S rank support with. waiting for everyone to say their bit was like ... a bit corny.....

i'm. hm. yeah conquest endgame so far isn't doing anything for me (either character/map/plot wise). i'm kind of chuckling irl that everyone was all 'rev sucks, conquest is the best story' and i'm all 'conquest eh, rev GIGACHAD BRAIN' 'this is why i didn't get into fates for ages lol, all the krad brait shit was never talked about' as a secondary thought

takumi's last level map design + cg slightly slaps tho. this should have been in the vallite king level tooooooooooooooo

in the best faith attempt approach, i feel like .... conquest endgame probably would slap emotionally if you were into like, takumi/ryoma/xander/leo which is probably 80% of the players. so i can totally see why they'd sleepwalk through rev's last levels like i'm doing here.

post takumi:

LMAOOOOOOOO THE MEAN OLD GUNTER LINE

FUCK I WAS IRL CACKLING

god i was waiting for that, that scene specifically did not miss if only in sheer wtf???? hilarity

hinoka even going 'man i would have cried at that lecture' and 'oh it wasn't that bad it was only a minute or two!!!' from elise

(that scene is x100 funnier if you married him and headcanon that everyone knew ngl)

god i unironically love the bit where corrin head-collided right into camilia's tits in the very last gaddang scene. fuck. that was so derpy/dirty/hysterical? also #big bi mood

(okay seriously though: rev did so much better with the pathos in the crowning ceremony. this route felt like the funny outtakes version? just really weird vibes ngl. i cannot imagine hinoka or sakura being that jokey/lighthearted considering both of their brothers were just killed by corrin and it's just. eeeeech. )

but yeah.

in a nutshell.

i'm glad i finished conquest for completionist's sake but holy hell the vibe of this whole route is [krad on hands and knees thanking the heavens i finished revelation first].

[yintsukareta]

note: late celebration but this is for the special boy in the fic

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My King

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Thoma was (name)'s closest friend, ever since Thoma arrived to Inazuma, their gloomy days have been over. His smile lightening up every day they meet up, and when he can't come to their house? They're always allowed to enter the Kamisato Estate, the Kamisato Siblings don't seem to mind, they've even grown fond of (name) too.

Subtle hints of interest have always been dropped between the two, yet they cannot pick each other's hints up, especially Thoma.

The Kamisato Siblings had to do something, the anticipation was killing them. So they did.

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"Oh, (Name)!" Ayaka called.

"Ayaka? What are you doing here?" (name) asked, picking up the tomato they just paid for.

"I just came to tell you that there's gonna be a hotpot game tonight! At Komore Teahouse, of course." Ayaka mentioned.

"Oh, alright. See you there then!" (name) smiled.

Ayaka smiled back, a bit awkwardly. "Yeah, see you!"

Ayaka waved as she exited the busy market, bowing and smiling slightly to those who noticed her.

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The door slides open.

"Oh, hey Aya- Thoma?" (name) looks at Thoma, confused.

"Oh, hey (name). Something wrong?" Thoma smiles at them, eyes having a hint of confusion.

"I thought the Ayaka and Ayato would also join." (name) explains.

"Oh.. Wait, Milady and My Lord aren't here yet?" Thoma looked more confused.

"They weren't with you?"

"Nope"

"Oh"

"..Yeah...."

The two looked at each other awkwardly. Despite the years they have spent with each other, it felt pretty awkward.

"Should we wait for them?" (name) asked, breaking the short-lived silence.

"I'd think we should. It would be pretty rude to start without them." Thoma walked over and sat beside them.

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A few minutes passed and there still was no sign of the Kamisato Siblings.

"I wonder where they are.." (name) said, looking down.

"They could be busy.. We can try starting without them?"

"It's just the two of us, wouldn't it be easy to guess who's ingredients are whos?"

"I guess so."

(name) looked up and noticed some mochi and other ingredients with a note on top of it. They took the platter of ingredients and placed it closer to them.

"That looks like Milady's handwriting." Thoma read the note out loud, which mentioned that she and Ayato are busy, and they should just go ahead.

The note had a small and wonky doodle of Ayaka winking.

The two of them looked at each other before putting the ingredients in the hotpot and put their ingredients in too.

They enjoyed it despite Ayaka and Ayato not being there, laughing or almost spitting out a gross ingredient which Ayato most likely provided them.

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(name) hummed in thought at who's ingredient they could have eaten.

"It's Sakura Mochi... Which means it could be Ayaka's." They said, happily chewing the sweet treat, despite it being mixed in with every other weird ingredient.

Thoma looked in awe at how their cheeks looked stuffed with the mochi. He reached his hand out and softly pinched their cheeks.

"What- was that for?" (name) asked, swallowing the treat and looking at Thoma.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it! You just looked so cute eating the mochi so I had to." He chuckled, before noticing (name)'s slightly flushed cheeks.

"You.. think I'm cute?" (name) asked, a bit flustered by his remark.

Thoma raised his eyes before realizing, blushing slightly. "I mean yeah.." He turns away from embarrassment "I think you're cute.."

Snap

A Kamera flashes, taking a picture of the scene.

"Turns out we were right on time." Ayato chuckled, holding the picture of Thoma and (name) flushed.

"M-My Lord!?!? H-hey! That's not fair!" Thoma stood up, reaching for the picture of them.

He evaded his attempts to grasp the picture, laughing light-heartedly.

"I'm sorry (name)!" Ayaka exclaimed, going and apologizing to them, and trying to explain why they did it.

Thoma gave up on his attempts, with his master dodging too fast for him to follow.

The four eventually settled down, talking to each other happily.

"Aha! So I win! Guess I'm the hotpot king." Thoma said, proud of himself.

"Guess I could call you.. 'My King'." (name) said flirtatiously.

"Guess I am your King."

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note: so i crowned thoma, yay! next is ayato if i can only get enough handguards 😭😭😭

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[sgrayonderii]

nom de guerre

SSM21 Day 17: a gentle man

In which some titles are more accurate than others. Samurai-esque AU

It is common knowledge that for a noble title and a swath of land, her mother was sold to a warlord.  

Haruno Sakura had the great misfortune of being born as the daughter of a destitute samurai family. Their master had long been vanquished and their lands long sold to make ends meet. And yet still longed for days yonder. 

But her mother also had the great fortune of being born a beauty, so when the opportunity arose; a passing hegemon looking for a bride, Sakura’s parents took a chance. 

They say that the young warlord was so mesmerized by her mother that he immediately accepted the terms of the expensive bride price and took her as his wife. 

On their wedding day, mother was dressed in her finest robes while her father arrived late in a full suit of blood soaked armor. 

The ceremony itself was a soleum affair. Her parents pledged themselves before the gods and swear to their union.

And so Haruno Sakura becomes Lady Uchiha no Sakura, the wife of Lord Uchiha no Madara.

----

Sarada has faint memories of her father; more often than not her father is sent to the battlefield and only returns a few days to weeks at a time between campaigns. 

The Uchiha clan is one of the important noble families of the Konoha and known for its long history of bloodthirsty warriors. Her father is no exception. 

Whenever he returns home, Sarada hides behind her mother’s skirt. Her father is an imposing demon-like man, larger than life, and taller than a mountain. Someone more suited for stories and legends than real life. 

They call him a man more fearsome than Susanoo-no-Mikoto itself. So violent, so blood crazed, it is a wonder that Sakura lived as long as she did when a male heir had yet to be born. 

Thankfully, it seems that as a daughter, her father pays very little attention to her. Whenever he returns from the borderlands between here and Oto, he barely spares her a glance. 

However, whenever his eyes meet her mother’s through his helmet, he beckons her over. 

“Sakura,” he commands, voice deep and low, “bring some tea to my quarters.”

Sarada always remembers her mother looking angry but determined then. Sakura dutifully follows her husband into the inner chambers. She doesn’t emerge until late morning.

Sarada is usually having lessons during this time, but one day she sneaks out of her etiquette classes to find her mother. 

She searches almost the entire unusually empty manor before finding Sakura in the kitchen brewing tea. Her mother’s clothes are covered in blood and her hands are covering her tears. 

Sarada has never seen her mother sob so terribly before.

From then on, she decides that her father must be an especially cruel man. 

---- 

Whenever her father returns from war, her Papa also comes home. 

Today she finds him on the engawa overlooking the gardens. He is sipping some tea while looking over some scrolls. He appears injured, bandages wrapped around his torso, but otherwise in good health. 

If her father is the devil incarnate, then Sarada’s papa is a handsome devil. 

No wonder her Mama is so taken with him. Sometimes when she is supposed to be asleep, she can hear her Mama fuss over Papa. They hold hands when no one is looking and share secrets no other soul knows. 

Despite the cold manor they reside in, Mama is an affectionate woman at her core and her Papa is receptive to all she has to give. 

And Papa must be someone important too; after all he is allowed to leave and enter from the inner quarters that a normal Uchiha foot soldier could not. 

Sarada pads over to him, he looks up and beckons her closer. 

“Have you been a good girl, little peanut?” 

Sarada scoffs. “ I’m not a nut.” But she holds out her hands anyways. 

Her Papa chuckles and pulls out some dried persimmons from his sleeves. “Don’t tell Sakura.” 

Sarada smiles at their little secret before taking a bite. “What are you reading?” Her Papa allows her to climb onto his lap and drapes the scroll over her. Sarada squints, only understanding a fraction of the words on the paper. She points and reads aloud the characters she recognizes.

“Good girl.” He slips her another dried persimmon.

That is when her mother finds them. 

“Sasuke-kun!” her mama enters the scene in a huff, “I told you to stop that, you’ll ruin her dinner.”

Sarada quickly shoves both persimmons into her mouth. Her papa has the decency to look sheepish. 

“You can’t keep spoiling her like that! She is going to get an upset stomach!” Sakura continues.

“Do you want me to spoil you too?” 

Her mama sputters, all red and flustered. Her hands move to cover her flaming cheeks.

Sarada meanwhile uses the distraction to hold out her hands for another treat. Her gentle papa instead leans down and kisses her forehead.

---

For the past year, her father and his retainers had been defending the borders between Oto and Konoha. After the dissenters were finally defeated, a grand celebration is held in her father’s honor. 

She remembers that her father was hailed as the second coming of Madara, the legendary clan head from the distant past. The comparison is uncanny, both bloodthirsty and merciless but dauntless in the face of adversary. Soon it becomes her father’s mantle; Lord Uchiha no Madara, the slayer of the Orochi. 

Sarada hadn't been invited to the banquet due to her age but that night she is much too excited to sleep. She has never seen so many people gathered in one place in her life. And even though her father’s presence makes her nervous, she loves the tales about his exploits. 

The banquet hall is rowdy and the envoy’s drunken singing could be heard from down the halls. The fuzzy silhouettes of her father’s soldiers line the banquet hall, she has a hard time making out who is who. Everything is quite blurry even with the multiple lanterns.

The only one Sarada could identify for sure is her mother. Sakura’s features are distinct, like a lone flower against the night sky. Her mother sits obediently at the head of the table beside the man that is her father. 

He has forsaken armor this time, but there is still a sword at his side. From the distance, her father doesn’t look particularly like he was enjoying the festivities. 

He appears bored. Perhaps his blood is not used to peace, after all a beast belonged in the wild and a warrior to the battlefield. 

Sakura every once and a while would refill her father’s sake cup or serve him more of the feast in front of him. Occasionally, when her mother would lean over and her father would whisper something into her ear. 

Her mama would stiffen and her face would become strained. At first Sarada can’t make out the expression, until a small smile blooms on her mama’s visage. 

Sarada goes to bed soon after, not quite understanding their interactions. 

---

Her earliest memory of Papa is halfway past her fourth year. 

Father had been back for a few days now, not that she had really seen him. And to be perfectly honest, her father is a scary man and she would rather not run into him. 

But Sarada is also curious so she puts on a brave face and finds herself outside her mother’s quarters.

Peering through the crack in the paper screen door, Sarada spots her mother’s figure and a man she doesn’t recognize. 

Her mama is leaning on the man’s shoulder while he serves her sake with his free hand. Back then, Sarada found it a strange role reversal that a man dressed in such luxurious robes was pouring her mama a drink. 

Sarada has seen some men in her father’s army throw a tantrum when a pretty lady wouldn’t attend to them. Even Sakura during official functions knows to serve her father first before anyone else can even eat.

But this man sat with her mama so nonchalantly and closely, breaking tradition as if it was nothing!

Her shock was audible to where her mother and the man turned to see her crouched by the entryway. 

Sarada felt as if she interrupted a private moment, but man’s expression morphed into something soft and Sakura giddily rushes over to pick her up. 

“Sarada! Come, come! Papa is here, see?” Sakura hands her over the stranger’s awaiting arms. She doesn’t want to leave her mama’s embrace but the man’s is just as warm. 

“Hello little peanut, have you been good while I was away?” 

How is she supposed to answer him? She opts for a nod and reaches for the familiarity of her mother.

“Sasuke-kun…” 

“It’s alright, she probably isn’t used to my face.” He leans over regardless and kisses her mother’s forehead. Then he looks Sarada straight in the eye. “I am you papa.” 

Sarada thinks she likes this ‘Sasuke-kun,’ this Papa. Someone so kind to her mother can’t be a bad man. 

----

As she gets older, Sarada becomes privy to the rumors about the current acting head of the Yamanaka clan. How her son looks nothing like her deceased husband but has the same eyes as the court painter. 

And Sarada has her own theories about her mama and the man that is her papa.

She just hopes that her father never finds out. 

---

Even though her mother is essentially the lady of the house, Sarada still hears whispers of her lineage. Even more so now that Sarada begins wearing glasses. 

Before her father leaves for his next campaign, he gives Sakura his inkan. 

As the wife of the lord, Sakura officially acts as his surrogate in any official business even if some of the family retainers aren’t happy about it. 

Fortunately, many would rather swallow their pride that incur her father’s wrath. 

All except one. 

Uchiha no Shin, a rather minor branch clan member, always disapproved of her father and even more so now that he left his wife in charge of the estate in his absence. 

It all comes to a head when Sakura denies him funding for a rather ill thought out building project. 

“You dirty wench! ” 

Sarada can hear the screams from her room. She rushes to the scene. Sakura is still standing her ground when she arrives. 

“I don’t see any benefit in this strategy and I doubt my dear lord husband would either.” 

“What do you know?! You are nothing but a plaything you stupid bitch, I’ll teach you some manners!” Shin chooses that moment to raise his hand at her mother. 

Sarada feels the anger seep into her bones but her mother chooses that moment to retaliate and punch Shin square in the face herself. 

Shin falls back unceremoniously. Sarada is slack jawed. 

“How dare you!” he seethes. Shin tries to get up only for another person to rush to her mother’s aid. 

Shin’s screams are agonizing and it takes Sarada a moment to realize that not only had her father returned, but he had drawn his sword and stabbed it clean through Shin’s arm, effectively pinning it to the tatami. 

“Sasuke-kun!” 

Sarada blinks once. Twice. 

“Are you alright Sakura?” Her father, her papa asks, completely ignoring their screaming relative. 

Sakura nods and he turns to her as well “Are you okay Sarada?” his voice deep and low but the same kind cadence up close as her beloved papa.

Suddenly her father’s mysterious and distant features that were always hazy to her meld with the papa in front of her now.  

Sarada adjusts her glasses. She feels really stupid in that moment. 

---

This time, Sarada is invited to the banquet. 

It’s an annual harvest festival and her father is the guest of honor. The local leaders once again announce him as ‘Lord Uchiha no Madara’ much to his chagrin. 

“I really hate when they call me that.” Sasuke tells them later when the food is being served and drinks are flowing freely. Sakura is on one side while Sarada is on the other. Habitually he is discreetly putting any sweets that make it his way and the tenderest pieces of meat onto their plates. 

“Anata,” with time Sarada notices that her mother only ever uses this term in public when her father needed more placating than usual, “they are just just in awe of how great you are!”

“I wish they had chosen something different, Madara was such a pain in the ass.” 

“Sasuke-kun!” Her mother tries to be scandalized but can’t help but devolve into a fit of giggles. 

As her father continues to look on adoringly at his wife, Sarada can’t help but agree with him. 

A name like that is unfitting of her gentle papa. 

A/N: Happy Sasusaku month 2021! My brain is mush right now so excuse the multitude of grammatical errors. Thank you for reading!

And just to note in historical Japan, men tended to change their names depending on significant life events. For example, Minamoto no Yoshitsune's childhood name was Ushiwakamaru.

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[quirklessidiot]

Title: coward :: pretty girl Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: : In which you finally meet the perfect girlfriend of Miya Atsumu and he starts to slowly accept the fact that whatever happened between you two is long gone (or is it?)

authors note: 

here to give my thanks again, literally feels so surreal with how much love this story is getting despite the angst sjjsdjsjd i-

also ive released the prologue for my first ever smau! its a more lighthearted one compared to this one between sakusa and an older gn!reader, if you’re into that check it out here uwu

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You’ve never actually seen Miya Atsumu and his girlfriend.

This was your first time today during Sugawara’s house party, Daiki had forced you to go and insisted that the three of them needed to have their manly bonding time (it actually only consisted of stuffing themselves with junk food and watching shounen animes), “...Also don’t you want to bond out with your ex-boyfriend that you chose over me? I’m hurt, I didn't know you like fake blonde volleyball players.” he fake-sniffled, in which you replied with an arched brow.

You didn’t know how he ended up knowing about Atsumu, you were expecting a talk from him but he simply shrugs it off and says, “No matter how much I tell you that you should tell him, you won’t listen. So I won’t bother wasting my breath, just know that you’re being selfish by denying these boys the right to have a father and you're denying that blonde shrimp to be a dad too.” 

“Y/N-san, I’m surprised you came!” Sugawara grins.

“Daiki took charge of the kids.” You replied, fiddling with the keys in your hand.

“He looks very reliable.” the teacher exclaims, handing you a drink in which you completely deny because you weren’t very good with alcohol, “You guys would make a great couple!”

“Oh,” You voiced, you were very familiar with those words, many people had always thought you and Daiki would make a good pair. It was definitely a shock to many when they found out you were pregnant and that the basketball player was not the father despite being there most of the times, “I’ve never seen him that way.”

“He did mention that, he even openly confessed to Miya-san that he’s jealous of how he was your first boyfriend.”

You choked on your saliva, that fucking sly bastard-

“Anyways, make yourself comfortable! I have to go say hi to my old friends from college!” he exclaims, patting your shoulder. You immediately turn around to find Miya Atsumu cozying up with a beautiful girl in his arms.

Ah, that must’ve been the beautiful model with legs for days.

“You’re kind of staring.” comes a very familiar voice.

You want to roll your eyes but you decided against it, “I didn’t know you and Sugawara-san were close, Inunaki-san.” you greeted your annoying senior.

“Suga-san’s a friend to the whole team…” he grins, “Also, I’m just here to warn you that Osamu might be here later, he’s not as nice as Atsumu towards you.”

“You don’t have to remind me.” 

“Come to think of it,” Shion Inunaki paused, tapping his chin in deep thought, “Atsumu still follows you around like a lost puppy. He’s been spending his off days with you instead of his girlfriend. I’m actually surprised he even brought her here today.”

“What are you implying?” You reply, feigning ignorance.

“Ah, L/N-san. I love how you still don’t care about my kohai’s feelings up till now.” He grinned, sarcasm oozing out of his sentence.

“Don’t be silly.” You glazed,“What feelings would there be but hatred?”

“It’s anything but that, L/N-san.” he turns to you, hand on his hip, “Even I don’t get why he’s so into you after all this time and the shit you put him through. He’s got someone better in front of him. Physical looks and emotionally speaking, Ri-chan’s a whole lot better than you… No offense…”

You knew he was rubbing salt to the injury but you couldn’t really bring yourself to argue with him, after all, he was right at the most part (you technically considered yourself as the big bad villainous ex in Atsumu’s life) 

“You sound like those girls who used to threaten me back then when I was dating Miya-san.” You replied coolly, Inunaki even notices the amusement dripping in your tone, it's as if he hadn’t insulted you right at the face and called you a lesser being, “It’s almost pathetic.”

You ended up on the balcony right after, so much for trying to socialize, who were you kidding? It’s good you manage to escape the scene before Osamu could see you there, you couldn’t handle Inunaki and the grey-haired twin together. Thank god that Aran wasn’t around the area.

“Figured you’d be here.”

You turn to find the one and only source of all your problems these days, Miya Atsumu, you narrow your eyes in annoyance, “You should leave, people will get the wrong idea.” You simply replied, “I’m not in the mood to be in the middle of that.”

“I just came here because I wanted to apologize about that night with your brat.” the blonde casually leans against the doorway, “It was my fault for riling him up.”

“Yuuto has a temper, he’s more of his otosan than me.” 

“What was he like?”

“Who?”

“The bastard that you miss, those brats father…”

You tilt your head and press your lips together, surprised by his choice of words, “Special.” you openly-confessed as you gaze at the very man in front of you. Oh, the irony of it all. 

How you wish it was that easy to let go of all your fears and anxiety, if you had told him six years ago about your pregnancy, would your life probably be different? What if you told him now? How would he feel?

“He’s lucky,” he admits, gaze fixed on you, “I mean - other than the part that he died  - he was a lucky guy, Y/N.”

It dawned upon you that moment that this had been the first conversation you had with your ex that held no hatred, malice, or anger. He seemed to be slowly accepting the fact that you wanted to do nothing with him. Like you, he had no choice but to move on.

“ ‘Tsumu! What the fuck you moping around alone for up there? You got a girlfriend here!” Osamu calls down from below. You both snap back to reality at his brother's voice, “Guess that’s my cue to leave, I’ll see you around, Y/N.” he uttered softly and as he turned away, you suddenly spoke out.

“I’m sorry.” He freezes in place, somehow this apology seemed different than the rest, “I know I’ve said that a lot these past few weeks and that night but I want you to know that every apology was genuine. I just, I’m not very-”

“I know.” He suddenly turns to you, the very familiar and warm grin that you're accustomed to decorates his features and you feel like its that night in fall and you're back in college again, “I guess I was so wrapped up in wanting to get an emotion out of you that I hadn’t  realized, it’s not you if you did that. You always had trouble expressing yourself naturally to people after all.”

You feel your insides clamp and your lips tremble lightly, you feel the air turn heavy around you. How is that he was always the one pulling the strings and doing all the work between you two? How could he forgive you this easily?

“Don’t be silly.What feelings would there be but hatred?”

“It’s anything but that, L/N-san.” 

“I’m proud that you’re trying hard for your kids though,” He chuckles, “Those brats are lucky they get to see all sides of you everyday.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight.” you muttered, watching his figure walk away and vanish in the dark, leaving you all alone in the night of spring.

“...I now pronounce you husband and wife…”

You stare at your father and his new wife looking at each other with complete love and adoration, something you never saw when you were growing up. It sickened you to the point that you turn slightly pale and feel the bile on your throat rise. You watch them exit the church as sakura petals fall, the idea of a picture perfect wedding and happily ever after like the fairytale books you used to scorn when you were a child.

You loathed it.

He even had the audacity to invite you and your mother. She ended up not going and was probably drowning herself in cheap saki at home.

You sat at the back during the reception, along with the people who were not exactly ‘close’ to the bride-groom. You feel like an utter fool, why were you even here? You should’ve gone home or attended that stupid party and get stupid drunk with people you barely knew like your mother.

Yeah, that’s right.

You’d rather be there than here.

“Ah,” you hear a glass clink, you saw one of your dad’s friends stand up, ready to make a speech, “First off, I’d like to congratulate my friend. Finally!” laughter resonates throughout the room but you don’t follow suit, instead, you hold onto the wine glass tightly as if you don’t like where this was going, “I know how unhappy you were back then but ever since you met Yui-chan, your life seemed to have become better. I could never be more proud!”

You could feel yourself getting sicker by the moment, especially after you heard the words you dreaded to hear the most, “Let’s not make anymore mistakes shall we?” he jokes.

All you could see was red right after, grabbing your clutch on the table as you made a haste exit. Was this the reason he invited you? To shove it on your face that you were a mistake made?

That you shouldn't have been born?

You ended up breaking a heel and tripping on your own feet soon after, shakily, you adjust your posture and sat at the concrete for a few moments, trying to gather yourself but desperately failing, "I didn't… I didn't ask to be born too, you know?" You murmured to yourself bitterly.

You let it all out, it shouldn't have hurt to be called a mistake. You were an adult already for crying out loud! Yet when they toss that word around like it was nothing especially at that wedding, you feel like you're eight years old again and you're hearing your own mother curse at you for being born into this world, the harsh words she said were as clear as the day, "if you probably hadn't been born, we would've been happier. We'd have better lives, Y/N. So don't go around and cry and think you got it bad, you hear me? Your sadness is nothing compared to ours. It's nothing, Y/N. So stop being ungrateful."

You ended up at the frat house that night, people would occasionally glance at your disheveled state but you just downed the alcohol, ignoring their stares as usual  and when you get a text from your mother asking why you left the wedding so early in such a manner, you feel the pent-up emotions bubbling within you again. 

Blocking her number and taking one last swig of the cheap vodka in your hands, you head up to one of the rooms upstairs. You hold it all in well, you don't want to showcase such things to strangers.You feel the alcohol and emotion about to hit you when you open a door that you thought would be your safe space for the next ten minutes but you're immediately greeted by two people on the bed, ready to hit it off and have a good time.

"O-Oh sorry… I-Wrong room...” you stammered, lips quivering and small tears escaping since you couldn't hold it in anymore.You immediately bolted out the door, So much for sobering up and crying by yourself for ten minutes, you might as well call Daiki, maybe he was available-

“Hey! Y/N!” a very familiar and a very unexpected voice calls out your name on the quiet street.

You hesitantly turn only to find your project partner and classmate standing there, a bit out of breath as if he had just squeezed through the very crowded party in a hurry, you're confused by his actions. You weren’t exactly close? What was he doing?

“Hey.” he softly says, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket to hand it to you. You hesitantly look at it and take it from his grasp as you try to get rid of the runny mascara. You're taken aback by his kind actions so far, although he had always been nice and tried to make conversations with you, you weren’t exactly very participative and it had always been one-sided on his part. 

When he suddenly stopped talking to you recently, you didn’t bother to initiate anymore because you didn’t want to get more involved with people like him.  It’s not like he was a bad person, per say, he just had such a loud presence that made everyone stop and stare. You weren’t exactly a big fan of those kinds of people (save for daiki since you grew up with him)

“Come on, Y/N.” the blonde sighs, taking off his jacket to place it on you, “Let's take you home.”

"You don't have to."

"You look like shit, Y/N. I’m not takin' no for an answer" Atsumu points out forwardly, "Actually, before we head home lets disinfect that wound, yeah?"

"Miya-san, I-" you tried to tell him you were fine but he didn’t seem to be having it.

"Atsumu." He corrects, despite his forwardness and brash attitude, you know he means well, "You let me call you by your first name so please don't call me Miya-san, sounds fuckin weird coming from ya."

You're thankful that he doesn't pry or ask questions about why you looked like this. He just mumbles throughout your whole journey that you shouldn't wear heels when you can't even walk on them.You also start to notice the slight accent from his tone when he got annoyed by your insistence that you were alright, you had always thought that he was a city boy with the way he carried himself.

When you arrive at the drugstore, he pays for the necessities himself despite you protesting again and even buys you a sugar-free treat on top of that, "You said you were diabetic one time." He shrugs off as he lets you sit on the concrete steps.

“Oh,” You faltered, “You remembered.”

“It’s one of the few things you said. You don’t talk to me that much so it's not hard to remember the things you say.”

“Sorry.” You tried to apologize, brows furrowed in deep thought and the only reply you got was a gleeful laughter from the blonde setter.

“You don’t really mean that do you?” he observed but he didn't look insulted by it at all, instead he seemed amused by it, “Don’t sweat it, Y/N. My twin told me I could be an annoying shit at times.”

“No,” you mused, “Not at all, you’re not annoying.”

Atsumu stares at you right in the eye, his corners crinkling just a bit as the amused smile never leaves his features, you’re starting to like it when you see him smile that way, it reminded you a lot of the youth you craved for, the problematic-free youth that you wanted and wished, “Is it safe to say that you don’t mind my company?” he guessed.

“Well, you’re here now and I haven’t left you.” 

He doesn’t reply,  instead he bends down to your level and takes the antiseptic and band-aids from your hands. Before you could object, the setter dabs it on your wound and as you seethe quietly in pain, he blows on it. You’re getting more and more perplexed by his actions tonight especially with the words he says next, “I may not be close with you to know what happened tonight but I hope I made you feel a little bit better, Y/N.” 

The next time you see the professional volleyball player is at work,You’re tasked to send out some documents to your boss again and it just so happens they’re wrapping up the shoot for the advertisement at the studio.

Something’s different now. 

After your little talk with him at the terrace, the air around you doesn’t feel tight, your anxiety around him seems to decrease, and your feet doesn’t get cold anymore. Of course, Inunaki would throw in a jab or insult but you took it like a good sport and didn’t bother with him.

“Ah, L/N-san! How are the boys?” Hinata jumps up and down excitedly as he sees you enter the studio, you still couldn’t get used to this big (small) bundle of energy.

“They’re doing fine, Hinata-san.” 

“Oho, L/N-san, you’re looking better these days.” Inunaki teased, you gave him a brief nod and just ignored the jab, Atsumu slaps his seniors back in retaliation, “You’re not the one she broke up with Inu-san.” he joked, “Hey L/N-san.”

“Miya-san.” You greeted.

“Does Yuuto still want to skewer me like a kebab?”

“He feels sad that he wasn’t able to say sorry to you before you left.” You replied, a hint of amusement laced on your tone as you recalled Yuuto frowning on the dinner table the night before because Sugawara had informed the club members that Hinata and Atsumu wouldn’t be visiting as much because training was about to start.

“Shame, wanted to see that brat say sorry too.” He let out a grin, your conversation is cut short though when a new presence joins the room.

“Oh, Riku-chan!” Inunaki calls out.

You lick your dry lips as you see the very beautiful and tall raven-haired woman approach you, wow, Miya Atsumu outdid himself with this one. You recalled her being on Vogue magazine once and on tv a few times as a fashion model of an underwear brand.

“Oh, hey babe.” Atsumu greets, you note how stiff he became. He probably thought this would be an uncomfortable situation. The woman, unlike you, was very open with her affection. She gave him a brief kiss on his jaw.

Hinata greets her and you’re left wondering if you should excuse yourself before you could make Atsumu more uncomfortable by your presence but Inunaki, being an asshole, decides to make the choice for you, “L/N-san, this is Miyazaki Riku! I’m sure you know her, she’s a supermodel!” he introduces you to her.

“Good day.” You greet the model.

She tilts her head slightly, “Have we met before? You look very familiar.”

“She was my kohai back in Uni and Atsumu’s classmate!” Inunaki grins, patting your back, you hold back a glare since you didn’t want to make it more awkward than it was.

“Oh?” she chirped, immediately letting go of Atsumu’s hand, she grabbed onto yours, “What was he like? I bet he was so cool and chic back then too!”

Chic and Cool?

Memories of a rather clumsy and corny Miya Atsumu in college slowly wormed its way to your head and out of nowhere, you burst into a low chuckle. Inunaki was startled by the sudden reaction and Atsumu feels his insides mush up when he hears that very rare sound, “Yeah,” you croaked, shortly after recovering from your small laugh, “Definitely chic and cool.”

“That’s so cool! I definitely want to hear stories about you back in college, baby!”

“Maybe some other time,” you voice is back to its smooth and cool tone, realizing that you needed to leave from this uncomfortable conversation and start your job, “I have to finish up my work here and get home early.”

“That’s a shame, I could definitely tell you guys were close.” a frown tugs her lips as she notices how quick you were to say goodbye to her, “Bye, L/N-san!”

After that rather dry and one-sided enthusiastic conversation, you finish your work quickly and Daiki messages you just in time that he and the boys would pick you up, you say your goodbyes to your director, the staff, and the volleyball team. You don’t notice the lingering gaze of Atsumu as you left nor do you notice Inunaki telling him that he’s got his girlfriend right in front of him and he shouldn’t look your way.

They shortly wrap up right after and they’re ready to go home. After deciding that they’d all grab a good meal together (much to sakusa’s dismay), Atsumu feels his mood lighten up as they exit the studio to see you standing there along with Yuuto, unwrapping his onigiri. As he’s about to call the brat to talk to him and even drop in to say hi to you, he sees a familiar tall figure emerge from the convenience store with Youta in his arms.

The blonde decides against it.

“...You always had trouble expressing yourself naturally to people after all.”

He watches the interaction from afar and notes how easy it was for the man to interact with you, he even catches on an amused smirk from you as the man tries to tell you a joke, “Is that L/N-san?” he hears Riku ask, “I didn’t know she had a family, that’s so cute!”

Atsumu doesn’t really know what to say as he watches the domestic scene unfold in front of him, he was trying to move on, wasn’t he? Yet why can’t he look away? 

“Baby? You alright there? You’ve been staring at the empty space for a while.” Riku calls out, sounding a bit worried as she snaps him out of his daze. You were already gone, probably far off with that scrub and the brats.

“I’m good.” he tried to affirm himself, wishing it was true, “I’m good.”

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Inukag AU

As Inuyasha and Kagome cut through a park on their way back to the Higurashi home, they chatted casually, just winding down after a hearty lunch at a nearby cafe. The couple stayed to the pathways traversing the manicured park. It would be shorter to cut through the grass, but why the rush? It was a beautiful location, with a several different kinds of trees dotting the landscape to provide shade and lots of open space for all kinds of activities. Some picnicked, flew kites or played frisbee, they’d even passed a group doing Tai Chi. There were young families to older citizens enjoying the scenery. The couples conjoined hands and twined fingers swayed lazily back and forth between them. Despite the summer heat starting to rise in Tokyo, with blue skies and a gentle breeze brought in from the Pacific Ocean, it was a perfect day for a stroll.

While this journey towards normalcy hasn’t always been an easy one, the past couple of months have been the happiest so far. Ever since leaving the hospital Kagome’s felt better and better. There were even moments she’d made peace with the idea she may not regain her memories. Was it saddening yes, because she wouldn’t remember her job, friends, and other precious moments. But at the same time, she could always make new ones. Sango’s twins were still young. She could relearn her job, and best of all she had Inuyasha who’d she’d become attached to. Their steadily growing relationship was a budding romance regardless of their past history. Think about? Kagome had a chance to re-experience everything in a new way, through a new lens. Well… that’s what she told herself to justify the idea, and so far, it was working.

But there were strange moments starting to occur. Sometimes they were dreams of scenes Kagome didn’t recognize. That in of itself weren’t unusual because how often do dreams ever make complete sense? No, it was in the emotions that came with them. On several occasions Kagome would wake up with the distinct feeling these were not merely dreams but memories trying to break through. At other times, she couldn’t remember the dream, only the emotions she’d felt during them. Sometimes they were so intense, she’d wake up in tears or completely happy for no other reason. According to her neurologist, this was normal during the healing process, but unfortunately there was no true way to tell the difference between reality and fantasy.

“Did I tell you I reached out to Ms. Tanaka the other day?” Kagome asked Inuyasha.

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

“I called the office and spoke to her briefly about maybe getting lunch one day so she could tell me how things have been there. I may not know exactly what she’s talking about, but maybe it’ll jog my memories.”

Inuyasha lifted their conjoined hands and kissed the back of hers. “I think that’s a really good idea. You guys will have fun talking.”

“I think so too, she seemed very nic—…” Kagome’s voice trailed away as stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes shifted towards one of the parks trees. “Um, c-could we check out that tree?”

“Sure, whatever you want.” Inuyasha smiled knowingly.

It was like her feet gained a mind of their own as they carried her towards a large Sakura tree in the middle of a field. Just from looking at, there wasn’t anything special about the tree. Spring had long since passed and the blooms were no more. But Kagome felt a pull towards this one in particular as if she remembered something about it. What that was she had no idea. She let go of Inuyasha’s hand and reached out, touching the bark of the tree, and staring up at its massive girth. It looked old. Maybe there long before the park existed… maybe older than even the Edo period, who knew? It was just another green leafed tree, yet why was it stirring up a rush of emotions? Happy ones with butterflies dancing in her soul.

Slowly, she moved around the base of the tree like a surveyor mapping it out or searching for secrets only it could provide. And that’s when she saw it. Kagome’s breathing hitched as her eyes fell upon a carving in the wood, approximately five feet above the ground. There, a bit worn nonetheless was a heart encircling two names. “Kagome…” She read aloud, “& Inuyasha—

Oh, my Kami!” She gasped, both hands flying up to cover her mouth in shock. “H-How? When?”

At that moment, Inuyasha walked over, gazing at the words and running his hand over the carving while he spoke. “We carved this about two years ago.” He smiled, eyes crinkling, and growing moist as if reminiscing. “It was a late Saturday afternoon and after eating an early dinner at Genki Sukiyaki, we cut through this park to get to your house. But it started to rain, not very heavy, so we took shelter under this tree.” Inuyasha chuckled lightly. “I remember you being upset about your hair getting wet.” He finally looked to Kagome, placing a hand on her cheek. “You looked so beautiful and even though the weather was miserable, there was just something magical about it all. That’s when you asked me to carve this into the tree.”

“But how did I know to look for it?” Kagome was so confused. “I don’t remember any of that.”

“I have no idea how. But part of you must. Maybe, it’s a sign your memories are fighting to come through.”

The tears gathering in Kagome’s eyes, trickle down her cheeks as a blend of happiness and sadness. She wanted to be happy for such a beautiful memory but devastated that she couldn’t remember it. She wanted to be excited that maybe, just maybe it could be true that her memories were returning, yet she didn’t want to take the chance of a let-down. Inuyasha pulled her into a tight hug as she let go of the angsty emotions. “It’s not fair that I can’t remember! I want to remember!”

“Shhh,” Inuyasha who’s own tears begun to spill, did his best to soothe her with softened tones. “I want that too. It’s gonna get better baby. I think this really is your memories returning, we just have to believe.”

“It’s hard to do that sometimes…”

Inuyasha lifted her chin and swept his thumbs over her cheeks to dry them. “And if you don’t, we’re creating a whole new memory of this tree right now, an even more special one.”

Kagome sniffled. “You think so?”

He nodded his head and placed a gentle kiss on her whetted lips. “What do you think?” Inuyasha questioned with a soft smile. “How can we add to this memory?”

Kagome paused for a moment in thought. “We could add something beneath our names… like… mmm, forever in time?”

“Is that what you want?” She nodded yes. “Okay,” Inuyasha obliged.

He kissed her again then used his claw to slowly, meticulously carve the new words into the bark. It took a few minutes because he wanted to make sure it was easy to read and would last a long time. “I think this is definitely will better than the original memory.”

“Mmhmm, it’s a good one,” Kagome agreed. She felt a lot better now. “Thank you, Inuyasha for being so patient with me. It must be so frustrating.”

Inuyasha shook his head. “Not anymore. I’m not glad about the accident, but I’m cherishing all this time I’m spending with you. Kagome, I truly mean it when I say, this moment right here,” he took her hand. “It’s now one of the happiest moments you’ve ever given me. No matter what,” he smiled, “I’ll always love you, forever in time.”

She giggled. “Forever… I like the sound of that…”

After the incident at the park, Kagome brought it up with the neuropsychologist assigned to her case. The woman patiently sat in her chair as Kagome told her every little detail. What she felt, the emotions, her thoughts, and reactions. She also brought up the dreams she’d been having as well as small incidents that caused her to feel like it might be memories trying to come through.

“Like, just the other day,” Kagome explained. “Sango accompanied me to the hospital for my last physical check-up, but as we passed by the nursery, we decided to stop to look at the cute babies. Then out of nowhere I started to feel emotional, nothing bad, just happy as she talked about the birth of her twins. I mean, yeah it makes sense to feel happy at the time because we were having a good time, but it just felt different. I almost felt like crying. Why is that??”

The woman finished jotting down her notes before speaking. “It’s been about 5 months, correct, since you lost your memories?” Kagome nodded yes. “And according to your latest evaluations, your brain has healed quite nicely. It’s not uncommon at this point for triggers to manifest themselves.”

“I don’t understand…”

“The way long term memory retention works, our brains must process information and create new neurocircuitry, storage if you will once the information has been deemed necessary to keep in the long term. If not, our short term memories are discarded quickly. Of course, this is just a basic explanation and there’s more to it, but what studies have found is memories attached to an emotional event have a higher likelihood of being retained and will evoke a stronger response from us. Think of it like, these emotional memories are much more deeply attached to our psyches.”

“Oh— I think I understand.”

“Mmm,” the doctor hummed. “The park incident was attached to a very emotional moment in your life. So even though you couldn’t remember the event itself, the part of you that remembered the emotions surrounding it did and pushed you towards the tree. Also, the hospital, you mentioned being with your friend Sango and looking at babies. This is just a guess, but perhaps you were feeling the emotions you felt from the time she gave birth.”

As the doctors words were processed, moisture began to pool in Kagome’s eyes. Could it really be true?! Should she really allow herself to hope?! When Kagome finally responded, her voice cracked as it held back the tears. “D-Does this mean… I’m starting to get my memories back?”

“I would say, yes. Again, I cannot say one hundred percent certain, but what you are experiencing is a common one. Those that suffered from acute memory loss, don’t just wake up one day and suddenly they’ve all returned. It’s a gradual process, but once it begins it typically continues at a steady pace.”

“I-I don’t know what to say!” A few happy tears joined the smile on Kagome’s face.

“I suggest that you start writing down the times you feel something or think you’re remembering something and check them with your family and friends. If they confirm it, talk about it. That could help as well to bring more information and memories to the forefront— give your brain a little help to jog itself.”

“Thank you so much, doctor! I’ll definitely do that!”

The woman smiled, reaching over to pat Kagome’s hand before giving it a small squeeze. “You’re very welcome. I wish you all the luck in the world!”

[rideordieforpride]

Under The Cherry Blossoms

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE DEVILGRAM

Here is a little reimagining of Lucifer’s cherry blossom devilgram I wrote as part of a collaboration for his birthday. You can find all the collaboration pieces over @/luciferbirthday on Twitter. Enjoy ♡ (GN Reader, Length: 2.8k)

Sakura.

A beautiful word, perfectly suited for the flower.

The cherry blossom trees were plentiful and in bloom, creating a lovely blush canopy overhead. The petals, translucent, allowed soft sunlight to come through, creating a glow about the forest. It was… oddly quiet. The brothers’ continuous chatter was nowhere to be found, as you and Lucifer stole away once their bickering had begun. Of course, they were only bickering over a game, but it became tumultuous nonetheless.

The two of you had walked in silence for some time, after agreeing the trees were best observed that way. The breeze would rustle through the brush, creating gentle white noise and casting petals in every direction. After a slight gust, one of the petals flew past right by your cheek and you turned to see where it may land, but Lucifer’s eyes caught yours as you did, having been watching the same petal. You turned your eyes back in front of you quickly, deciding not to comment as you felt your cheeks warm, but heard the quiet chuckle he did not suppress.

Once a ways away, Lucifer surprised you by producing a sizable grey bag, unassuming but still chic.

“What’s that?” You asked, eyes lighting with wonder. “Where was it??” Surely you would have seen it had he been carrying it all along.

A small smile already tugged at the corner of his lips. “Oh, this? I’ve had it with me the whole time. You hadn’t noticed?” A playfulness in his eyes suggested otherwise, and your brow furrowed in response, but you allowed him to play his game.

Lucifer unzipped the bag, slipping his hand inside to pull out a folded sheet. “Here we are. This spot will do.”

He passed off the bag to you and motioned for you to take a step back. Taking a corner in each hand, he effortlessly whipped the sheet to full size, kneeling as it fell flat onto the ground. The slight breeze kicked up one of the corners and you moved, finding a rock with some heft to it to weigh down the sheet. Lucifer repeated your actions, weighing down the two corners he was beside while you covered the last.

“I didn’t know it’d be windy today,” you commented, filling the silence as you offered the bag back to him.

Lucifer accepted the bag, leaning to place it on the middle of the sheet. “It wasn’t mentioned in the forecast,” he acknowledged, kneeling to reach back into the bag, “but it is a pleasant surprise. Paired with the sun, it is the perfect weather for spring in the human world. We don’t have days like this in the Devildom.”

You hummed your agreement, knowing all too well the bleak Devildom sky. You watched as he pulled a bottle of Demonus and two glasses from the bag. The bottle, and even the glasses themselves, began to frost over when exposed to the air, revealing their chill. Lucifer finally sat, placing the glasses on the sheet, unbothered that one may tip, as he had chosen fairly flat earth.

“Sit.” He gestured beside himself, “Have a drink with me.”

And so you did, moving carefully to sit beside him without wrinkling the sheet or disturbing the glasses. Glancing at the bag, you wondered if Lucifer brought anything else, but he caught your attention again by uncorking the bottle. He poured the Demonus into one of the glasses before handing it off to you and pouring himself a glass as well.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him sweetly then looked at your glass, noticing the coolness of it against your fingers. You took a sip, always finding yourself a bit surprised by the taste. No human world drinks could compare. There was a pang from the hellish alcohol, somehow ineffective towards humans, yet forgiving notes of fruit.

The wind picked up again, throwing petals and leaves off the branches and around, almost seemingly with no direction, as they had nearly no weight. You found yourself taking a breath, about to comment on their beauty, but released it, remembering Lucifer’s words that the flowers were best enjoyed in silence. But then, his voice surprised you.

“Cherry blossoms are a truly exquisite flower,” he began and you turned to look at him, though he continued to look out at the forest. “Not only are they beautiful, but they also have a transient quality to them.” Lucifer seemed to watch one petal specifically again and an odd softness came over his features as a sadness reached his eyes. You wondered what he was thinking of and looked out to see if you had missed something, but the scene was the same as it was.

“Whenever I see the petals scatter in the wind, I can’t help but feel a pang of melancholy…” Lucifer’s voice trailed off slightly, causing you to look at him again, only this time to be met with him facing you, smiling. He continued, seemingly content after his moment of thought, “Not to mention that the magic this flower possesses feels pleasant.”

His ease caught you off guard. A genuine smile given freely was not often heard of from the Avatar of Pride, and you wondered for a moment if it was a distraction from the sadness you had just seen. You decided to tread carefully.

“You look peaceful,” you commented, returning a small smile before sipping your demonus.

“I would think so. It’s strange, but I’ve never felt this at peace before.” Lucifer’s smile lingered as he looked away again and noticed a petal dancing close to the glass he held. He did not move, simply watching it, as it teetered over the edge and into the liquid. To your surprise, he was only amused, “Look. One of the flower petals has fallen into my glass of Demonus… How delightful.”

You eyed the drink before looking at him, quizzically, “Are you going to drink it?”

Lucifer’s brow furrowed slightly for a moment, “Don’t look at me like that. There’s no harm in eating cherry blossoms, after all.” But then, his eyebrow quirked up, as if having just thought of something. He carefully set his glass on the picnic sheet and pulled the grey bag closer to him. “Besides...I found something interesting.” You watched as he reached into the bag but then he looked at you, serious for a moment, “Don’t let Beel find out about this.”

Out of the bag, he pulled a small plastic container with what looked like a miniature pink sphere inside. You leaned in for a closer look and Lucifer opened the container, revealing the treat.

“I bought this for you,” he said, smiling again as he passed the container to you. “This is called sakura mochi.”

“I see…” you smiled back and carefully placed your glass beside his before studying the mochi closer. It was a pale pink, dusted over with flour, and wrapped in a cherry blossom leaf.

“I thought you might like it,” he added, awaiting a proper reaction.

You looked back to him, catching his eyes and seeing their expectancy. “It’s pretty.” Carefully, you picked up the mochi and placed the container aside. You held a hand under it to catch any flour that may fall off as you lifted it to your lips for a bite. It was soft and sweet, a bit chewy, and as you swallowed you noticed a hint of a floral accent as well.

“How is it?” Lucifer asked, already seeming pleased with himself as he studied your reaction, convinced you were enjoying his gift.

Not sure how to describe it, you made a simple comment, “It tastes great.” You smiled at him, thankfully. He hummed then, satisfied with your response.

“I’m glad I got to see that smile on your face,” he said, allowing another gentle smile of his own.

Again, you felt a flush sweep across your cheeks and you looked away, back to the treat. Despite being certain that Lucifer knew of your fluster, you didn’t address it and went to take another bite.

“I’m curious to know just how good it tastes,” he suddenly added, causing you to freeze before you bit it again. A hand rose to his chest as he tilted his head slightly, a sincerity. “Let me have a bite,” he requested, though it felt less like a request to you, as you both knew you’d say yes.

Still, you thought about it for a moment before being struck with an idea. You shifted your seating slightly to face him more and held out the mochi, your free hand still under it. “Open wide,” your voice was sweet, as intended, but the playful undertone was not well hidden.

For a moment, Lucifer’s eyes widened, a striking vermillion, before settling back, recomposing himself. “You want to feed me?” He asked, eyebrow quirking up slightly with inquisition. You only nodded in response to which he huffed and you weren’t sure if it was in amusement or defeat. “All right, I’ll allow it just for today.”

Your eyebrows raised then, surprised he went along with your request, but you leaned forward and held the mochi up to his mouth. Leaning in as well, Lucifer took a bite, allowing your hand to catch the flour that fell. You swore you caught him smirking as he pulled away, but his face shifted to one of thought as he chewed.

He hummed lightly and swallowed as his brows began to furrow. “What a peculiar taste… I’ve never had anything like it before.” But then his face softened again and his smile returned as he decided, “I quite like it though.”

Oddly, you felt the urge to chuckle at him, as his actions continued to surprise you, but you withheld it. Popping the last piece of mochi into your mouth, you noticed Lucifer looking back out into the forest. This time, with an air of tranquility.

“I’m starting to feel even calmer than I already was,” he began before closing his eyes and shaking his head in disbelief. “Drowsy, even… I have a feeling that nothing could possibly anger me now.”

Lucifer’s claim piqued your interest and noticing his eyes were still closed, a wicked idea came to you. You felt your smile grow as you began to lean in closer to him again.

“Well… maybe I’ll tickle you then.” You stated simply, so as to not alarm him, and by the time he had processed your words, you had already reached for his sides, pinching and swiftly moving your fingers over the cotton of his turtleneck. You waited for him to snatch your wrists or move away, but for a moment… he just laughed.

A hearty yet melodic laugh as he tried to speak, “Hey, stop!” But his laughing spurred you on, again pinching at his side, except this time you were met with him abruptly leaning back, escaping your touch. “Cut it out!” Lucifer demanded and you pulled back immediately. You held your hands up slightly, signaling he was safe, but he only shook his head. “Don’t get too carried away, or I’ll get you back for this tenfold.” His words carried a promise and his face was stern to match, but he couldn’t hide his reddening cheeks, so you knew it wasn’t so bad. You chuckled lightly and gave an apology before resting your hands back in your lap.

Then, it was quiet for a moment. You began to wonder if you truly had upset him, but his expression turned curious as a full cherry blossom fell quickly in front of him. He reached out, cupping his hand, just in time for it to fall into his palm.

“Hm… I managed to catch one.” Lifting his hand to study the blossom further, Lucifer gave a nod of approval. “Look,” He began, extending his hand towards you, “the petals on this one are all perfectly aligned.” You leaned in but before you could comment, he continued, “Stay still for a bit. I’ll put it in your hair.”

Eyes widening in surprise, you held still as Lucifer reached towards you. He placed a finger under your chin, keeping you steady as his other hand tucked the flower behind your ear.

Withdrawing his hands, his eyes flit across your face and back to the blossom. “Just as I thought,” he said, sitting back, admiring his work with a smile. “It looks good on you.”

His praise touched your heart and you thought you even felt butterflies. “Thank you…” You said quietly, reaching up to touch the flower, but he shook his head to stop you.

“It’s mere coincidence that it fell… but perhaps it fell because it wanted to be in your hair.” Lucifer’s smile turned slightly playful then as his eyes narrowed. “Although we’re on a picnic sheet, you must be tired of sitting on the ground for so long.” He began to lean back, propping himself on his elbow and again rested his hand on his chest, inviting. “Come here, you can lean against me.”

Seeing Lucifer so lax, you couldn’t but feel a bit at peace yourself, despite it surprising you. You glanced over your shoulder towards where you came, but no one was in sight. As you looked back to him, he tapped his chest once and you smiled. “I’ll gladly take you up on that.”

You moved cautiously, trying not to shift the sheet too much as you leaned down, half-laying as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“There’s no need to hold back,” Lucifer reassured, moving his hand from his chest to wrap around you, pulling you in closer and holding your weight. He chuckled slightly as you settled, beginning to blush once more. “You should feel a lot better now.”

You looked up at him, expecting him to be looking at you teasingly, but the wind had picked up again and he looked out. His hold on you tightened for a moment, a short squeeze, before relaxing again and he drew a breath, pausing before he spoke. You thought he may not say what he was thinking after all, but he did.

“Fleeting, graceful, beautiful, delicate, and soothing to the soul…” Lucifer spoke gently and turned his attention back to you, his crimson gaze holding yours in a way that you felt you couldn’t look away. “You and cherry blossoms might have a few things in common.”

Your heart jumped at his praise and you weren’t sure how to respond. What could you say? You took a breath then and his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“...Can I kiss you?” Your words surprised yourself and you swallowed, questioning your boldness, but the return of his flush with his softening expression soothed your worries.

“As if I’d refuse.” His voice came quiet and though you knew he would allow it, you couldn’t move first.

Seeing this, Lucifer took the lead, taking back his hand from holding you to cup your cheek and you closed your eyes. A moment later, his lips touched yours, gently, testing the waters, until you kissed back. Then, he was certain and kissed you assuredly, soft and sweet, but passionate still. All too soon, he pulled away and your eyes fluttered open. Your cheeks burned and you felt your heart beating, faster than usual, and you knew he was pleased, seeing your reaction as he smiled with content.

“You taste slightly sweet from the sakura mochi,” Lucifer commented and you looked away from him quickly, resting your head back on his chest as you felt the burn on your face rise. And you knew that he knew it, as he silently chuckled.

He did not call for your attention again though, allowing you to relax. Looking out once more at the forest, he proposed a thought, “Maybe we should try planting some cherry blossom trees at the House of Lamentation.”

You thought about it for a moment, liking the idea, but then Lucifer sighed and you felt him shaking his head. “On second thought, scratch that. Mammon would try to hide valuables there, and Satan might try to place a curse on them.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. He made a good point and you might have been upset about it before he made another. “Perhaps these things are more beautiful where they belong. Hm?” Deciding that Lucifer was right, you nodded, and his arm wrapped around you again, holding you as he continued to watch the scenery.

With your head on his chest, you could still see the trees to the side and watched as the petals drifted about. You thought he may continue the conversation, but he remained quiet. In the silence, you noticed you could hear Lucifer’s heart thrumming slowly in his chest and it lulled you gently. You closed your eyes in the peace and before you knew it… you had drifted into sleep.

[yourneighborbakugou]

To Love’s End, Part 3 / Bakugou x Reader

Read Part One / Part Two  Summary: When love isn’t enough to mold fate together. Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader Warning: angst, fluff, death Word Count: ~4.7k Playlist: Beautiful Japanese Piano Music Quirkless AU! Feudal Japan AU! A/N: I’m sorry this chapter took me so long to release. Thank you for patiently waiting and for reading! 

“Shit!” You say cursing under your breath when you realize you’ve overslept. You rise from bed, slide into your Kimono and head towards the maids quarters. Last night you slept like a baby all thanks to Bakugou and now you’re paying the consequences. You adjust your kimono as you enter the hall filled with other maids. Finding Uraraka at the front, you squeeze your way through to hear the duty announcements from the housekeeper. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you see him last night?” Uraraka whispers as you both try to focus on what duties you had for the day. “Come on, spill the beans.”

Some maids shush you both but you pay no attention. The smile you’ve been holding in all morning finally breaks. You’re grinning ear to ear and Uraraka knows that can only mean one thing. You bit your bottom lip replaying last night's scene in your head. The housekeepers' voice is fading and the only thing you could think of were Bakugou’s lips. 

“Do what you want, women.” Bakugou interrupts you mid-sentence, getting up to enter his room. He takes a seat at this table and motions to the box on it. “There should be some bandages in there.”

Closing Bakugou’s door with a thud, you turn to face him. You’re so nervous you end up standing by the door fidgeting with your fingers. Shyness has always been your weakness. 

“I don’t bite, you know.” Bakugou says, raising an eyebrow. You tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear as you step towards him. The cut on your cheeks becomes visible and Bakugou takes notes how it has since healed. The bandages around your hand were also gone. 

“Can you take your yukata off so I can clean the wound?” Avoiding his eyes, you look around his room not wanting to admit how hot your face felt. Despite the awkwardness in your actions, you take in the small glimpse you were able to get of Bakugou’s room. It was tidy, clean, and very simple. There wasn’t much in the room besides a picture neatly tucked in the edges of the wall frame next to his bed. A family portrait looks like. 

Bakugou nods and starts to take off the top of his yukata. Sitting adjacent to him at the kotatsu (low table), you wait for him to finish. He struggles unfortunately and hisses from the sting of the cut. You quickly move closer and help hold his yukata sleeve as he pulls his arm out. You knew Bakugou was in tip top shape but to see his abs up close and personal like this? It had your knees weak; good thing you were sitting. 

When the bandages are completely off, you see some fresh red blood oozing from his wound. The alcohol in you suddenly have you thinking about how many times he’s come home injured but you didn’t know. This was truly the first time you’ve seen him return injured. The fading alcohol in your body gives you a push of courage to ask.

“Have you come back injured before?“ Taking a clean cloth, you start cleaning his wound. Bakugou is hyper focused on how close you were to his body. Your sweet scent tickles his nose, you smelt so good. 

When Bakugou doesn’t answer your heart aches thinking of all the times you’ve watched him return home, smiling like a doofus not knowing he was probably hurt. How come he never told you? Did he not trust you to help him? Or was it that you weren’t worthy? A million questions race through your mind and he knew from your demeanor. You were now mindlessly cleaning the blood around the wound, sometimes wiping the same clean area twice. 

“Sometimes, but never this bad.” Bakugou grabs your hand to get your attention. “I didn’t think it mattered.” 

“It would’ve been nice to know.” You replied fast. “I could’ve helped.” You peer through your lashes, again letting the liquid courage give you one last boost before it fades away completely.

“Oh yeah? Guess I have to get injured again to find out then hmm?” Bakugou says, smiling softly. Your heart won’t stop pounding. Damn him. He always knew what to say, always making you feel flustered, always feeling butterflies. 

Bakugou lets your hand go to continue your work. Keep your calm, Y/N! You place the bloody cloth into a pile on the side, thinking of anything to say to carry the conversation. 

“Did it hurt?” 

“It was the lease of my worries.” Bakugou then mutters something you didn’t catch when you turn to grab the ointment from the box--something about needing to come back home. Come back home to who/what you wandered. 

Two fingers dip into the small jar of green paste, an ointment the doctor made from a mixture of herbs. With steady hands, you begin rubbing the ointment over Bakugou’s torso with care. Your fingers left trails of warmth wherever they touched. Shit, he needs to calm down. 

The room fell silent, too silent for your comfort. You decide to ask Bakugou about the family portrait.  “My parents.” He again was brief in his answer, can’t say you were surprised. 

You yearn to know more about him beyond his duties but didn’t want to pry. Instead you nod and continue your work. Leaning in, you rub more ointment over the deeper parts of the wound. Bakugou hiss here and there but for the most part gave you no trouble. Finishing, you wrap clean bandages around his torso. His chest was mere inches from your face making his smokey caramel scent tickle your nose, he smelt so good. 

Bakugou is glad you’re occupied with the bandages that you don’t see the way his eyes and nose crinkle or the way he blows out his cheeks. You cautiously tape the bandage tightly at the ends, grinning at the accomplishment you’ve done. You haven’t bandaged wounds in a while but it wasn’t half as bad as you thought. 

“You're all done.” You say, adjusting to sit away from Bakugou. You clean your hands on a clean towel before bundling all the used materials while he adjusted his yukata to wear properly. 

“Not bad, women. But, I think Camie did a better job.” Bakugou teased, throwing his head back and leaning on his arms. His steady eye contact and raised brows study your response and chuckle when your shoulders tense. He doesn't miss the way your eyes sadden for a second before changing your demeanor. Was his joke too harsh?

“Camie is a very talented lady. She’s one of the finest court lady here at Yueei. I could never do as good as lady Camie.” You stammer, stretching your palms forward, smiling to hide the hurt. 

Your palms are now on full display for Bakugou, he takes the opportunity to take hold of them. Before you can object, your elbows are now resting on the table, hands are cupped and you see Bakugou resting his chin on them. Your heart picks up seeing Bakugou admiring you so close, you can't think straight. 

“B-Bakugou what are you doing? What if someone comes in and sees?” You try to move your hands away from him but he protests by turning his head, cheek now resting on your palms instead. 

“One more minute.” Bakugou closes his eyes, cherishing every second he’s got left. He was being so soft with you right now you almost feel like you don’t know him. As much as Bakugou is capturing the last few moments you have together, so were you. Without thinking, you lean in more to him. His blonde hair tickles your nose as you do and then you feel him tense, you freeze too. 

Bakugou lifts his face and turns to you. Your noses brush each other and a bolt of electricity rushes through your body leaving an intense heat in its wake. Your breath hitches when Bakugou moves intently forward, face tilted and lips slightly parted. 

“Earth to Y/N!” Urakaka whispers loudly as she nudges you, bringing you back to reality. “You did kiss huh?” 

“You ruined the moment, Urakaka.” You pouted, playing with your fingers. 

“Well while you were having day dreams of kissing Mr. Knight in shining armor, Housekeeper said you’re unfortunately doing yard work again.”

You groan. You really hate yard work. All the maids then began to disperse to their assigned duties. Urakaka waves you goodbye after mocking you with kisses. You playfully shush her and tell her to leave you alone. 

Yard work. This means Camie was still angry and now you have to walk across the palace to grab your tools. Existing the hall and into the corridor, you see the King accompanied by Camie and Ibara. They must be on their way to see Bakugou and Kirishima.  

The days roll by one by one and soon you’ve lost count of how long it’s been since you’ve seen Bakugou. If it wasn’t for Kirishima and Ibara, you wouldn’t know at all how he’s been. As the morning sun peaks through the window, you rise from bed to get ready. As shitty as the last few weeks have been not seeing Bakugou, you’re thankful Ibara has helped get you out of yard work. You can only imagine how that conversation could’ve gone. 

Ibara has always been kind to you. Since the day she arrived and to the day she chose you to serve her. Truth was, life at the palace was tough for Ibara at first. Ibara was the newest member to a handful of court ladies, all who were fighting for the same goal: Marry a wealthy and influential man who can benefit their family bloodlines. Ibara was different from most court ladies you’ve seen in your time at the Yueei though. Ibara never looked down on the maids/servants and never abused her powers. You admired Ibara for that. So much actually, that you wanted to befriend her--not for the benefits of what a personal maid will give you but to have another friend you can talk to. 

The day Ibara asked you to be her personal maid, it felt like a proposal. Ibara took you out for a delicious meal in the city and even gifted you the prettiest tsumami kanzashi hairpin/comb you own-- orange sakura flowers with a green wisteria tassel. 

Walking past your bed to the door, you spot the tsumami kanzashi on your kotatsu. You ought to wear it at least once. The lunar festival was coming up, maybe then. Maybe you can show Bakugou.

The light outside illuminates Bakugou’s room early in the morning. It’s been a few weeks since he’s seen you. He lost track of time being stuck in his room all day and with Kirishima occasionally only visiting and with Camie as his daily visitor he wasn’t thrilled. That damn shitty hair, did he not care about him? Well, Bakugou can’t complain too much since he himself hasn't gone to see Kirishima either. The sun had just risen and boredom already crept in. Sitting up on his bed, Bakugou mindlessly flipped through his book in hand. 

Great--he’s bored from the book now too. Bakugou exhaled sharply, frustrated. How much longer until we can leave? Turning his attention to the kotatsu instead, memories from your last visit come to remind him how much he longs to see you. The image of you with him felt so right. 

“One more minute.” Bakugou closes his eyes, cherishing every second he’s got left. He was being so soft with you right now you almost feel like you don’t know him. As much as Bakugou is capturing the last few moments you have together, so were you. Without thinking, you lean in more to him. His blonde hair tickles your nose as you do and then you feel him tense, you freeze too. 

Bakugou lifts his face and turns to you. Your noses brush each other and a bolt of electricity flashes through your body leaving an intense heat in its wake. Your breath hitches when Bakugou moves intently forward, face tilted and lips slightly parted. 

He sees you close your eyes, ready to accept his kiss. Fuck. How are you doing these things to him? He’s never wandered about kissing any one or being with anyone. He encountered many suitors prior to Yueei, each easily dismissable but you? A King’s maid--a beautiful, captivating, mysterious maiden with a heart of gold. You had him chasing the treasure in your heart. 

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” His lips graze yours, nose tickling your cheeks. 

This was the first time he’s called you by your first name. If your heart wasn’t having trouble beating before, it was now. With palms clutched on your thighs, you nod. Bakugou doesn’t waste another second with your consent. 

He pulls you into a kiss, one hand cradling your head. His kiss was gentle and invigorating. Your lips meld together like it’s made for each other, and you let him pull you in more. 

Bakugou is the first to pull away for air. He couldn’t hide his smile if he wanted to and you caught sight of it all. 

Fuck. 

There he goes again, daydreaming about you. 

Bakugou stands and starts to change out of his yukata into a kimono. It’s been a few weeks since the incident and he’s healed nicely. If it wasn’t for the King’s order, he'd be at the training grounds right now. He really misses training. A thought then occurred to him. 

Was today laundry day? He pondered before deciding to sneak out to the wash house where he normally would wait.for you. After a few minutes of waiting outside the wash house and seeing no one, Bakugou decides to walk to the courtyard to check if you were there instead. When he reached the courtyard, white sheets were already neatly hung. Stepping back inside the entrance, he leans his head against the wall and lets out a disappointing breath. He missed laundry day with you. 

Suddenly, droplets of water hit Bakugou’s cheeks, then it began to really pour. Shit, the sheets! Bakugou rushes into the courtyard and freezes when he sees you have already beat him to it. You’re cursing the weather as you grab the sheets you just cleaned earlier into the nearby basket. 

Grabbing the last sheet on the line, you puff your cheeks in disdain of the rain. Stupid stupid rain! You turn around to place it in the basket when a familiar blonde man catches your eyes. Bakugou’s kimono was soaked and his hair laid flat on his forehead. You watch him pick up the basket and walk away towards the covering. Still processing that he was there in front of you, you remained unmoved until you watched him return and grab your wrist to follow. Both your kimonos, drenched at this point. You place the wet sheet into the basket, eyes still trying to figure out if Bakugou was truly in front of you or if you were imagining things because let’s be honest you haven’t seen him in weeks and all you do is daydream about him. 

“Baka.” Bakugou lets go of your wrist to shake off the water in his hair. His word brings the realization that he is in front of you and that you weren’t hallucinating. Gently patting the water off your kimono, you take a good look at him this time and you instantly regret it. His white kimono was soaked, revealing the bandages underneath. Bakugou faces you when he is done shaking off the water on his hair and he doesn’t like the worried look on your face. Looking down to see what you were staring at, he understood.

“It’s healed.” Bakugou says, tapping his torso for you to see. “The damn doctor keeps insisting I have bandages even though I haven’t bled in a week.”

You nod in response, finding the courage now to smile at the fact that he’s doing so much better. 

“You didn’t wait for me.” Bakugou says as he takes a step closer to you. You hear the disappointment in his tone but don’t take it personally. Bakugou took a sheet that hadn’t been fully soaked and tossed it over your head, helping you dry your hair. 

“Wasn’t sure I was going to see you.” You replied jokingly, making sure to add a big grin at the end to let him know you were teasing. Your joke earned you a chuckle from him. 

“Guess that makes two of us.” Bakugou says before turning away to look at the rain and placing the sheet back in the basket. “Tch. The day I sneak out of my room is the day it rains.”

“Wait--Bakugou you snuck out? You’re going to get in trouble. Go back.” You pulled the bottom of his sleeve. 

Bakugou looks over his shoulder and you’re peering through your lashes at him with the cutest pout. 

“I do what I want. It’s fine.” Before you can object, your attention turns to the yell across the courtyard. 

“Bakugou?!” You both look across the courtyard and see Camie searching for him. 

Of course, she’s looking for him. He’s not in his room. You can only guess what’s going on in her mind right now. Hopefully she hasn’t figured out that he’s with you. 

“You should go. Your lady is looking for you.” You say as you nudge him to go but he doesn’t move a muscle. Instead, he turns to face you, towering over your figure. 

“My lady?” He questions, tone harsher than he meant but eyes never wavering from you. Camie's calls become louder through the nearby corridor. 

“How can my lady be looking for me when she’s already looking at me?” Bakugou says, grazing his thumb over the healed cut on your cheek, relieved to have another moment with you before he has to go. Vermillion orbs stares into your soul whispering his deepest wish, hoping you’d understand him. 

Another call from Camie indicates she was around the corner. Hearts still not content yet, Bakugou selfishly steals another moment with you for himself. Gliding his thumb over your bottom lips, memories of your first kiss clouds his thoughts. He remembers how you wanted to reciprocate his kiss, the way you leaned into him, the way you let him hold you. He wants to kiss you so bad. 

“See you around.” Bakugou lets go and rushes to enter the corridor, just in time to cover the entrance from Camie seeing you. “Bakugou what happened? You’re soaked!” 

Your knees feel like jelly, unsure how they are supporting the weight of your heart at this moment. When you’ve regained your strength, you sneak a peek through the crack of the door to see Bakugou again. Camie is drying Bakugou’s hair with a towel and your heart aches despite being flustered a few seconds ago. Grabbing the basket, you make your way back to the wash house, not wanting to see or hear what was going on in the corridor. 

Bakugou swat Camie’s hand away from the towel and begins walking away drying his own hair. 

“His Majesty asked me to come get you!” Camie yelled at Bakugou’s back.

“I can go myself.”

Camie watches him disappear at the end of the corridor and stomps in frustration. The glimpse of you with Bakugou when she found him fueled her anger more. Camie needs to get rid of you. Obviously the King would not agree to let you go based on her words. You’ve been at the palace longer than she has. The only true power Camie has over you was your court lady, Ibara, and she knew just the right buttons to get you punished. 

“Your Majesty, you were looking for me?” Bakugou stands at the door of the King’s war room after making a quick detour to his room to change. 

King Sasaki, Bakugou and Kirishima are sitting, sipping tea as they talk business.

“It’s been a few weeks since we last spoke. I’m glad to see you both are healing nicely.” King Sasaki says, sitting tall and firm across Bakugou and Kirishima. “I had some soldiers investigate the leads you provided and we found something.”

Bakugou and Kirishima look at each other, intrigued at what leads King Sasaki found. Kirishima thinks back to that day of the assinanation attempt.  

The trek back to the palace wasn’t far, another few hours. The countryside of Japan is lush green stretching as far as the eye can see. 

“Can’t wait to go back and relax with Ibara.” Kirishima says, crossing his arms behind his head as he rides his horse, Red.

Bakugou huffs riding next to Kirishima; He’s had enough of Kirishima talking about how much he misses Ibara. 

“Do you miss L/N?” he nudges Bakugou with his sword. 

Bakugou quickly swats the sword. “Shut up, Shitty Hair.”

“Oh come on Bakubro. I see the way you stare off into space. I know that ‘look’ very well.”

“Yeah? And what the fuck does that mean?”

“Means I know you miss L/N. It’s the same look I have when I think about Ibara.” 

Bakugou can’t deny it at this point because Kirishima was right. Bakugou missed you. Leaving the palace a few days ago after you got hurt didn’t sit well with him. 

“Bakubro, I know I said it before but—“

“Stop.” Bakugou cuts Kirishima off. “It’s not your fault so stop apologizing. We would’ve gone training that morning whether or not you had nagged. Besides, we caught the bad guy and no one was seriously injured. L/N included.” Bakugou looks at Kirishima and his calm expression quiet the guilt in Kirshima’s head. 

Suddenly, both their horses neighed and resisted moving forward. Something ahead of the crew invoked enough fear in the horses. 

“What’s wrong boy?” Bakugou says as he coos at this horse, Zero and rubs its neck. 

“Something feels off.” Kirishima sits tall grabbing hold of his sword. Bakugou nods to the crew and all 5 of them grab hold of their swords, instantly regretting not wearing their masks after they had lunch. 

Silence…..Nothing but the wind flows by. 

WHOOSH! 

An arrow is shot towards Bakugou at lightning speed! But it’s not fast enough. Bakugou shifts his body slightly and grabs the arrow as it flies by his cheeks, grazing him. Enemies then appear out of the nearby bushes, swords drawn. 

They have some false courage to be ambushing in broad daylight. Nonetheless, this doesn’t look good. King Sasaki placed Bakugou in charge and now he needs to protect his men. 

“What do you want?” Bakugou takes his sword and gets off his horse. He slowly approached the enemy soldiers, keeping his men guarded behind him. There’s at least 20 men that he can see and 1 man who seems to be the general leading the group. 

“Samurai Bakugou, we’re here to kill you.” The enemy leader speaks. 

“Who isn’t now-a-days? Give me your best shot, extras.” Bakugou sneers. Kirishima and their men quickly get off their horse to battle. 

Enemy soldiers roar with determination to assassinate Bakugou before running full speed towards Bakugou and his men. The ground shakes as enemy soldiers approach. 

“Let’s all get home in one piece.” Bakugou says, shifting his body in defense. 

“You heard the man! Let’s do this!” Kirishima grins, ready for a fight. 

Bakugou faced multiple men head-on with his sword before eventually making his way to the enemy leader. Their swords clash with strong swings before he is led away from the group. With Bakugou alone, the enemy general tried to defeat Bakugou with no avail. Their swords clash one more time--this time Bakugou overpowers the enemies strike, causing him to fall on the ground.

“Who sent you?” Bakugou says, one foot pining the enemy down while he angles his sword to the enemy's throat.  

“Like I would tell you.” The enemy snarls at Bakugou before spitting at his shoes. 

“Dishonorable death you’ve chosen.” Agitated, Bakugou applies pressure with his sword to the enemy's throat. 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima calls out, huffing as he tries to catch his breath after slaying the last enemy soldier.

“Find our horses and gather our things. We must make haste home before enemy reinforcements arrive.” Kirishima says to the 3 men who nodded and went off. “Damn it, Bakugou, Where did you go?” Kirishima hurries off in search of Bakugou. 

Kirishima doesn’t get far though. He spots an enemy soldier who was still alive, limping away to escape.  Before he can move to slay the soldier, an arrow hits in the shoulder. He yelps at the impact before pulling it out. 

“Hiding in the shadows to attack is an unmanly thing to do.” Kirishima says as he throws the arrow to the ground. His eyes widen at the sight in front of him. 

“Running is a dishonor.” A mysterious cloaked man plunges his sword into the enemy soldier, killing him. 

“You had one job.” The man says as he wipes the blood from his sword with his dark cloak. The yellow pin shaped like a hand catches his eye and Kirishima takes a mental note of it.“It is an honor I must say, to finally meet in battle the great Samurai Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou.”

“Who are you and why do you want Bakugou dead?” Kirishima gripped his sword and shift his feet.  

“An eye for an eye. Surely you understand, Samurai?” The cloaked man takes a step forward, pulling down his hood to reveal light blue hair; his face littered with scars. 

“Tell me, Samurai. Why do good men do bad things?” The mysterious man inches forward. 

Kirishima has fought many worthy opponents and knows a capable soldier when he sees them. This blue-haired man was dangerous. 

“Cut to the chase.” Kirishima growled.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk. Why the rush?” The blue-haired man raises his palms. Suddenly, another dozen or so enemy reinforcement soldiers begin to line up behind the man. 

“I’d like to really know how well you fight, Eijirou. I’ve heard so many great things.” The blue hair man says, grinning evilly.

Bakugou nudges Kirishima in the arm to get his attention. Kirishima stares wide at Bakugou for a second, recalling that he was currently having tea with the King. Bakugou doesn’t miss the way Kirishima’s orbs were warped in fear, just like the day he got injured. Bakugou silently cursed himself for not being able to protect Kirishima in that moment. 

“I’m so sorry, your majesty.” Kirishima says as he bows to King Sasaki. 

“It’s alright, Samurai. Please, have some tea. It’ll calm the mind.” King Sasaki motions for them to drink. 

“We found some leads, all thanks to your sharp eye Kirishima. The yellow hand pin you saw on the enemy general’s cloak resembles the pin of a rumored coup I heard about far south of the land: the League of Villains, or LOV. They’ve been deceiving people, promising them goods and fortune for their loyalty.”

King Sasaki further explains his suspicions. He believed the LOV is working with a lord who’s been revolting against the throne--Lord Ujiko. For decades now, Lord Ujiko has been causing trouble for the King; it's not surprising they partnered with such a coup. Lord Ujiko was a smart man though; he’d never exposed himself publicly for such a wicked scheme. King Sasaki fears Lord Ujiko was on the brink of revolting. The yellow hand pin found on the enemy's cloak can only be made using rare-earth minerals that are native to a region south of Japan--a region Lord Ujiko oversees. 

“The evil that plagues this country is far from over. In a week all the lords will meet to celebrate the lunar new year. Lord Ujiko will be here. I am no longer sure of who I can trust. I need you to be my eyes and ears. We must continue to stay vigilant and keep the peace in the land. Do you understand Samurai’s?” King Sasaki says to Bakugou and Kirishima who nod in response. 

To be continued….

Read Part 4 here!

Taglist: @cayofdreams 

[danganronpa-imagine-headcanon]

The Danganronpa V1 girls spending time with an S/o on Fourth of July!

I know that some people don’t celebrate it, but for those who do— take this! Happy 4th of July!

Toko Fukawa

•She would love to watch fireworks with you, even if she won’t admit it

•She thinks it’s simply romantic and sweet to be sitting in each other’s presence, watching the fireworks light up the night sky and swirling in a variety of different colors

•She loves to write about the moment with you, in such great detail that it’s endearing

•Toko would never take the initiative, but she thinks kissing while fireworks are going off would be really fun and sweet to do

•Also, if you guys decided to set off any on your own, lighting the fireworks is a big no for her

•You would have to light them

•But! If fireworks scare you, or you don’t like the sound of them, it doesn’t bother her

•She’d let you guys stay inside and cuddle together— though she’ll probably comment on how your scent is gross!

•She’s just trying to distract you from the loud booming outside, she doesn’t actually think that, it’s all light-hearted

•If you guys made any sort of snacks for the occasion, she’d help you make it!

•She honestly just loves spending time with you, and getting to do that on such a fun day really means a lot to her, even if she won’t admit it

•Toko probably added a firework scene in the book she’s currently writing, afterwords

•You’re lucky if you get to read it

Genocide Jack

•She doesn’t really understand why the 4th of July is celebrated, she only really sees it as a day to hear loud booming go off

•But! That doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it

•Watching fireworks together definitely consists of making out

•She won’t let you leave that area without doing that at least once

•No, she is not going to let you peacefully enjoy them, this is Genocide Jack we’re talking about

•She’d love to set off fireworks by herself, especially loud and big ones!

•Anyways— if you’re scared of fireworks, no problem!

•She’ll tease you about it for a while, but somehow, her shouting can cover up most of the sounds, so she just kind of yells and cackles about a bunch of random things

•She would be the one to insist that you two made something

•Like cookies, or something! Decorate the cookies to celebrate the occasion!

•She dropped approximately five eggs on the floor

•On purpose

•But, to wrap up the day, she would definitely drag you into bed and pull you close to her

•She’d mutter something vulgar, probably like, ���I hope you enjoyed all that shit, it was fun as hell.”

•And then she’d fall asleep

•Overall— She really did have fun! It would just definitely be chaotic

Aoi Asahina

•Aoi was really excited to see fireworks with you!

•She thought they were just so pretty, and low and behold, they were!

•She held your hand the entire time, a smile on her face as you two watched the fireworks go off in the air

•She would definitely light some with you if you asked, enjoying the giggling and frantic running away as you both waited for it to go off

•If you didn’t like fireworks, she would just keep you inside and try to take your mind off of them!

•She’d definitely play music in the background while laughing and talking to you

•As the two of you went to bed that night, she held you close to her, a caring smile on her face as she squeezed you tightly

•“I love you, S/o. I really had fun with you today!”

•You only responded in a content hum, and that was enough for her

Sakura Ogami

•As soon as you woke up that morning, Sakura told you happy 4th of July

•She was really happy to see fireworks with you, believe it or not

•It was something nice, being able to be in the presence of a person she loved while watching something so beautiful and tranquil in the night sky

•She would hold you close as they went off, a small smile on her face as she stroked your hair

•The fireworks exploded in the black sky, lighting it with a beautiful set of colors

•She would also like lighting them!

•It was fun to be able to do it and have the real experience of being the one causing the colorful explosions

•You can light some, but if you’re scared to, she can light them all, no problem!

•However, if you didn’t like fireworks, Sakura wouldn’t mind

•She would offer to work out with you, subtly putting on some music to mask the loud cracks of the fireworks

•She would hate for you to be scared on such a special occasion

•She would also make things with you, for sure!

•Small cupcakes or cookies decorated with fourth of july colors was always fun to make

•Besides, she got to spend time with you. What more could she want?

•That night when you two got into bed, you leaned your head on her shoulder, and she chuckled

•“Thank you for spending 4th of July with me, S/o. I hope you had fun.”

•By your happy giggle, she was more than aware that you did!

Celestia Ludenburg

•4th of July? Yes, it was quite fun, wasn’t it?

•Celeste wouldn’t take the initiative to ask you to do anything, but if you asked to go watch fireworks with her, well, she certainly wouldn’t decline

•You two sat on some grass and gazed up at the sky, watching the fireworks pop and explode

•She would point out a color she liked, or point out some she thought you would like, just in case you didn’t see it well enough

•She would be more than happy to light them with you, as well

•Celeste could never fight back the smile on her face when she saw you gasp and your eyes light up at a firework you two lit

•She was one of the people who made you feel that happy, and she was content with that

•If you didn’t want to be around fireworks, that was definitely fine with her as well

•After some light-hearted teasing, she would make you two some properly made tea, and you two could sit in a room with the TV playing a gentle show in the background

•Celeste would adore it if she could make things with you

•It didn’t matter to her, but she would definitely like to be over the top, making a whole layered cake with fourth of July colors and white frosting

•When you two went to sleep that night, she laid down on the other side of the bed, but wouldn’t protest if you went over to stay close to her

•She would stroke your hair, the realization dawning upon her that you really were hers, she really loved someone and they really loved her back

•“I had fun, S/o,” She would tell you in her usual accent, calmer and quieter now.

•“I had fun too,” You responded with a smile.

•That was all she wanted.

Sayaka Maizono

•Sayaka adored fireworks!

•They were so beautiful, and she watched them every year on the fourth of July

•But being able to watch them with a significant other? She was so excited! Ecstatic, even! This would be so much fun

•She was smiling so widely the entire time, pointing out especially pretty colors

•“Look S/o! I know, that one was kind of loud, but it was such a beautiful color!”

•Lighting them off herself would be a whole other world for her

•She would be more than happy to, and laugh everytime it would go off and shine in the dark nighttime, almost reflecting the stars

•Fireworks were fun to watch, sure, but they were even more fun to set off yourself!

•If you didn’t like fireworks, Sayaka wouldn’t watch them this year

•She’d simply sing to you, hopefully blocking out the loud noises

•She’d reassure you that everything would be fine

•That night, she’d probably reach out and hold your hand, humming you to sleep with a gentle tune before falling asleep herself, your hands touching

Kyoko Kirigiri

•Kyoko was rather calm about the day, however did go and watch fireworks with you

•She found your excitement quite adorable, and she just loved to see you so happy

•She would allow you to lean on your shoulder as you watched them, draping an arm around you

•She would light fireworks with you! However, she would keep her gloves on

•Lighting the fireworks with the person she loved was so much fun, really, even if she couldn’t express it well

•If you didn’t like fireworks, she was more than okay with holding you close and watching movies, preferably crime or detective themed ones

•Maybe on a smaller note, she would like drawing small little doodles with you

•For instance, drawing small fireworks, or putting happy fourth of july in block letters

•It’s just endearing and fun to her, when she does it with you

•As a whole? She really enjoyed spending time with you, and would not hesitate to do it again

Mukuro Ikusaba

•Fourth of July was something she never really celebrated until she met you.

•You two definitely went to watch fireworks if you wanted!

•Mukuro is amazed by the fireworks that she sees, and she’s more than happy to see them with you

•She’d lace her fingers with yours, squeezing tightly onto your hand as you two gazed up at the fireworks

•If she got the pleasure of being about to light one, she would be more than happy to do so!

•It’s honestly really pure, because she’s trying to act nonchalant about it, but she really is excited. She can’t hide the way her eyes shone and the small smile formed on her face

•However, if fireworks were something you tended to stay away from, she would insist that it was okay and you guys could stay inside

•You two would also make cookies!

•It would be fun and cool to do

•With the 4th of July colors, you two might write each others name on the cookies and draw little hearts on them

•It might be sweet and lovey-dovey, but mukuro absolutely adored that, even if she wouldn’t admit it

•She would give you ear plugs if necessary, or play soft rain noises to block out the sound of fireworks

•To end the day, she would move over and pull you close into her chest, her strong arms wrapped around you

•She didn’t say anything, but neither of you really had to

•Her slow and even breaths lulled you to sleep after such a long day

Junko Enoshima

•To be honest, Junko probably woke you up that morning by exploding loud fireworks in the yard at 5:00AM

•The neighbors complained, but luckily nothing happened

•Whenever you two finally went out to go see fireworks, you gazed up at the sky

•Junko was laughing, making occasional vulgar comments while holding onto your hand

•She commented on how pretty is was, though

•“Not prettier than me, though, babe! I’m worth sixty packages of these fireworks!”

•If you guys ever got the chance to light fireworks, Junko would probably stand close to the lit firework, or not be careful with the fire used to light it, so you would have to light all of the fireworks

•She’ll complain about not being able to feel the despair of getting hurt, but you insisted she was not going to the hospital for major burns on the fourth of July

•If you were scared of fireworks, she would definitely tease you about it and gush about the despair it would bring you to be forced to see them

•You would have to say a pretty firm and direct, ‘No’ before she finally agreed to do something else

•She’d make snacks with you if you insisted!

•Decorating cookies could be fun, anyways

•She dropped so many eggs and got icing everywhere, along with almost burning the house down

•But, it brought her despair, cue you panicking for both of your safety

•Also— her loud voice probably blocked out any fireworks, or was at least enough to distract you

•At the end of the day, she would let you cuddle close to her chest

•“Jeez, if you wanted to touch my tits, just say so,” She snickered, before reaching down and giving you a light kiss on the head, “Love ya, dumbass. Hope you had fun.”

•Overall? It’s Junko. She likes despair. What did you expect?

[starlightspecters-vs-alleycatz]

Drama Track: Sake & Soda Pop pt. 1

As a chance to get to know one another, the Harajuku Division joins Kyoto’s team for a chance at friendship.

[Lana’s apartment in Kyoto]

Itsuki: “What time are they supposed to be over here again?”

Lana: “Uhhhh any minute now I think.”

-Itsuki sighed-

Itsuki: “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have another fucking division come over for drinks...aren’t two out of three of them still underage?”

Lana: “Oh relax will ya! We have plenty of things other than booze in this god damn apartment!”

Itsuki: “Yeah yeah I know I know, besides I highly doubt you’d be able to drink a whole bunch of this stuff on your own. It’s not like Kanade can exactly drink with you since she’s still underage.”

Lana: “I don’t think Kanade can stand the smell sometimes.”

Itsuki: “Oh?”

Lana: “Long story...speaking of Kanade, where did she run off to?”

-the girl in question was waiting by the door excited that there were people coming over-

Itsuki: “By the door, hey I’m gonna go out to the balcony and have a smoke”

-Itsuki searches through his pockets only to find out...he forgot his lighter, he still had his cigarettes though-

Itsuki: “Fuck I forgot my lighter!”

Lana:“You can borrow mine”

Itsuki:“Thanks!”

-Lana tosses him the lighter and Itsuki goes out to the balcony to smoke, Lana heads over to Kanade and ruffles her hair gently-

Kanade:“Gah! onee-san your gonna mess up my hair!”

-literally hours earlier Kanade had gotten out of another performance at a more small time theater, she opted to ditch her makeup and keep her hair up in some fancy braid they made her wear-

Lana:“Heh sorry Kana.”

Kanade:“It’s ok.”

-Eventually Lana goes back to making sure everything is ready for the visitors when they arrive-

[rhythmic knocking]

???: Lana-neeee! You in there!

???: Uh I don’t think you should be yelling here Emiko. 😓 This place looks kinda sketchy.

???: Come now she’s just excited, I don’t see any harm in it.

???: It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Lana, it’ll be fun! Oh, but remember no fighting you guys.

-a thunk could be heard as Kanade ran into the wall somehow while trying to get the door open-

Kanade:“Owwww.”

-Lana ended up back at the front door opening it up while Kanade got up off the ground-

Lana:“Why hello there everyone so great to see you! Come in come in!”

Kanade:“Hello!”

Emiko: Suprise!! ~ ☆

Hiroshi: [bows] Thank you so much for having us.

Seiichi: . . Yea. . thanks. . .

Hiroshi: *sighs* Do try to be polite Seiichi.

[they walk in]

Emiko: Lana Lana! [glomps her] We brought you guys stuff!

Emiko: I’m not old enough to drink just yet but I lookie! Look! I brought orange juice!! ~ ☆

[holds bottle like a trophy over her head]

-Lana chuckles trying to catch Emiko when she tackle hugs her, turning her attention to the other two she smiles-

Lana:“Thanks for showing up! Glad y’all brought stuff. We also have drinks and stuff here I think.”

Kanade:“Oh I think we have snack cakes! Let me go get them!”

-Kanade scurries off to the kitchen, around that time Itsuki finally steps back inside tucking his cigarettes back in his pocket and handing the lighter back to Lana-

Itsuki:“Oh hello it’s nice to meet you all, I’m Itsuki.”

Emiko: Aaaaah~ there’s cake! 🤩 I want soooome. ~ 🤤

[she tries to rush to the kitchen but Hiroshi gently grabs her]

Hiroshi: Are you paying attention m’lady?

Emiko: Eh? Oh! I-I’m sorry! It’s nice to meet you! I’m Emiko Akaibara, at your service everyone! ~ ♡ *giggles*

Hiroshi: Hiroshi Sakura, it’s a pleasure. 😉 I wasn’t sure of everyone’s preference but since two of you are adults I bought some sake.

Seiichi: . . .

Emiko: C’mon Seiichi, your turn to say hello.

Seiichi: . . . .

Emiko: Seiichiiiii, please! 🥺🙏

Seiichi: . . . Yo. . . . . I brought soda. . . [pulls his hood over his head]

Emiko: Eh he he 😅 Ok, I’ll take it. Don’t worry, we’ll all have fun together, promise! ~ ☆

Lana:“ooo sake~ I like your style Hiroshi!”

-Itsuki chuckles watching Lana interact with everyone. Turning his attention to Seiichi he flashed him a smile-

Itsuki:“Seiichi is it? No need to be nervous”

Seiichi: U-Um. . . yea I. . . . yea, sure. .

-a thud could be heard from the kitchen followed by a low groan-

Emiko: Lana Lana! [raises her hand] Can I go help Kanade now?

Lana:“Ah sure you can Emiko...uh it seems like she can really use it.”

Emiko: ‘Kay! ~ ☆ I’m coming to save you Kanade!

-Kanade was currently on the floor in the kitchen having been knocked down by a bag of flour-

Emiko: Kanadeee, you need some help—Ah! Oh my gosh! Are you ok! [puts the juice on the counter] Here let me help y—EEP!

[Emiko slips on some flour and falls too]

Emiko: OWIE!! That. . .really hurt. [her eyes start to water]

Kanade:“Oh no Emiko are you ok!?”

-Kanade tries to stand up but falls over once more-

Emiko: *sniff* N-No I’m o-ok, pfffffft! [wipes her tears as she giggles] I-I’m sorry, but you have flour all over you! Here! *sniff* I’ll help you for sure this time!

Kanade:“Owwww...I’m ok”

-Kanade rubs her head-

Lana:“Oh lord what happened!?”

-Lana had found the two of them in the kitchen with flour EVERYWHERE, she could hardly contain her laughter...the scene was honestly quite funny to her-

Kanade:“O-Onee-San! I was trying to get the box of cakes up in one of the cabinets...I climbed on top of the counter to reach them...and the bag fell over and then Emiko fell over and...”

-Lana sighed gently shaking her head, a large grin plastered on her face-

Lana: “You should have had me do it, I’m pretty sure I’m the tallest one here! Cmon let’s get this cleaned up”

Seiichi: Hey, Emiko? You two ok in h—Oh my gosh! What happened in here!

Emiko: He he, hi you guys. 😅

Hiroshi: We heard a crash, are y—Oh! Are you ladies alright? [pulls both of them up] Here let me see.

Emiko: Yea, I’m ok Hiroshi. 😅 My face hurts though, he he he.

[Kanade’s face flushes but Emiko doesn’t notice as she hands over a kitchen rag]

Emiko: You ok Kanade? You’re all red? Oh is it because your makeup got ruined! I can fix it for you if you want. ~ ♡

Kanade:“Y-Yeah sounds good.”

Lana:“Go get cleaned up you two I’ll take care of the mess”

-Lana goes to find a broom while Kanade goes to her room to go fix her makeup, Itsuki turns to Hiroshi and Seiichi-

Itsuki:“This is normal I swear”

Hiroshi: Is it now? 😅 Well I suppose it not that different from our usual antics.

Seiichi: At least you can’t blame me for anything this time. Here. [hands him a broom]

Hiroshi: Tch. Ingrate.

Lana:“Apparently I’M the trouble maker of this group” -Lana says helping sweep up the mess-

Itsuki:“You and my sister are a match made in heaven Lana I swear to god.”

-Lana chuckles-

[in the other room, Emiko’s pouring cups while waiting for the others]

Emiko: You like to use dark colors right Kanade? I feel like you fit that aesthetic really well. Or Lana-nee said your in a band right? That’s so cool! ~ ☆

Kanade:“Yeah I usually do use darker colors.”

-she said digging around in her makeup bag-

Kanade: “I do a lot of things involving stage performances...singing, acting you name it.” -she shrugs- “Hell I was a part time shrine maiden at one point!”

Emiko: Whoa! Really!! That’s so cool! ~ ♡ So you’ve pretty much done all kinds of things huh? I’ve always wanted to try stuff like that, [digging through her purse] but I just stuck with makeup!

Emiko: Don’t get me wrong it makes me happy! But, it was kind of hard. . . trying to get around back then. . . O-Oh! Y’know! 😅

-Kanade let out a small chuckle-

Kanade:“I guess it’s just...something that makes me happy...granted it is stressful at times but usually it’s all worth it in the end, to see people in awe of the show your able to put on...to make people happy..it’s one of the only reasons why I even keep fighting.”

Kanade:“Makeup is something that does sound interesting to me...I’m no professional with it though.”

Emiko: [smiles warmly] Well, that’s ok. Besides I think you’re super pretty!

Emiko: Now just watch the master at work! ✨ [poses cutely with her brushes] A true makeup artist is always prepared! Everyone’s gonna be starstruck once I’m done with you! ✨

Kanade: -giggling- “Alright...I trust you”

[meanwhile in the now clean kitchen] Lana:“Alright we should be good”

Hiroshi: That seems about it. Now, would you two mind if I poured some sake? I’d hate for it to go to waste.

Seiichi: No thanks old man. [cracks open a soda can] I’m good—UGH!

Seiichi: *coughs* Jeez! What the hell did I buy?! Eh? Matcha soda?!

Hiroshi: That’s what you get. Besides, I wasn’t asking you. 😑 You’re far too young.

Lana:“Sake sounds great right now!”

Itsuki:“I’ll take some to if you don’t mind, I’m gonna step outside on the balcony for a moment can I borrow your lighter again Lana?”

Lana:“Sure!” -she tosses him her lighter-

Itsuki:“Thanks!” -catching the lighter he steps outside onto the balcony-

Hiroshi: Hmm, I’ll have to join him later. [grabs cups & opens the bottle]

-Lana puts the broom away before turning her attention back to Seiichi and Hiroshi with a smile-

Lana:“Oh you don’t like the soda you got Seiichi? I’m pretty sure I have some Ramune in the fridge if you want that instead”

Seiichi: O-oh, are you sure? I did buy it after all, I just got the wrong ones. 😑

Lana:“Of course I’m sure! What kinda host would I be if I didn’t offer drinks to my guests?”

-Lanas phone rings and she goes pale-

Lana:“Ah uh excuse me...I’ll be right back”

Hiroshi: Of course, take your time dear.

-As Lana steps out onto the balcony itsuki steps back inside, seeing Lanas expression he goes stiff for a moment before shaking his head-

Itsuki:“I’m back, sorry about that I had to go take a smoke break.”

Seiichi: No don’t worry, it is your place after all. Also, would you mind opening this please? [hands Itsuki a ramune]

Hiroshi: If you don’t mind me asking Itsuki, I’d like to join you on another smoke break. I carry my own lighter so you needn’t ask.

-Itsuki nods taking the ramune and opening it before handing it back to Seiichi, he then turns his attention back to Hiroshi-

Itsuki:“Oh sure, I didn’t know you smoked Hiroshi, I would have offered you a cigarette earlier if I’d known...Lana has a no smoking in the apartment rule since the smell of cigarette smoke is hard to get out of things, same thing with my older sister Yumi.”

-a quick glance out the sliding glass door of the balcony and one could see that Lana herself was smoking a cigarette while rocking back and forth looking stressed out of her mind, she was still on the phone with someone-

Itsuki:“As you can see here most of the adults do smoke...I’m more inclined to think that everyone’s favorite onee-san is a stress smoker.”

Hiroshi: Oh, I see.

Hiroshi: Lana Alarie, a former member of the Darling Divas. I’ve heard word of them only once before, but I never thought I’d be meeting her in the flesh. . . Surely Emiko has realized this by now, but I doubt she’ll pay any mind.

Hiroshi: After all. . .we’re criminals too.

—To Be Continued—

[charmingyong]

Sassy Girl’s Obsession

Genre: Taeil x fem!reader, university, humour, fluff, angst

Warnings: mentions of stereotype and violence, police scene

Word count: 3.7k

Plot: You were a courageous, energetic, and resolute girl that had boys falling for you. You fell in love at first sight with a particular music student who was also a relative of your friend, Doyoung. Your curiosity grew when he ignored you, making you go through great lengths to win his heart. Taeil was cautious of you and your reputation around campus, but every time he tried to get away from you, you’d always run after him… and secretly he liked it too.

A/N: This obsession is harmless and pretty humourful. Reader’s personality is supposed to be a mix of Hwang Yongsik from ‘When the Camellia Blooms’ and Ko Moonyoung from ‘It’s Okay to Not Be Okay.’ If you see that, then YAY! If not, then just ignore I said that :) There’s a Cardcaptor Sakura reference included if you know that anime.

- ❀ -

《 Picky Picky – Weki Meki 》

You inwardly groaned when Felix nervously stood beside your seat.

“Y/N, I got you this.” He handed you a box wrapped in silver gift wrap with a red envelope taped to the top.

You flashed him a smile, more fake than genuine. “Thanks.”

He beamed at you, not leaving from his spot and waited for your next move.

You quirked an eyebrow. “You want me to open this now?”

He frantically nodded, excited to see your reaction.

You sighed and ripped the envelop off before tearing the gift wrap apart. The box was a set of three perfumes of the most luxurious brands that you had ever heard of. You weren’t interested in two of the scents, but the third one piqued your interest. Japanese cherry blossom.

You chuckled. “Wow,” you breathed out. “And what’s this for?” You didn’t have to ask because every time a guy did this to you, there was only one thing they wanted.

Felix bit his lips nervously and said, “Um, it’s in the card.”

You pulled the card out from the red envelope and flipped it open.

- I really like you. Will you go on a date with me please?

Okay so you did have a soft heart for people who had manners, especially when they used the word please. He was only asking for a date, unlike previous boys who’d straight up ask you to be their girlfriend. However, you simply weren’t into going on a date with someone who liked you. There were guys who had piqued your interest and you went on some dates with them. But they’d all end up boring the hell out of you, flexing about their physique or their love for luxurious cars. Your taste in men had gone from being open to being super selective and picky.

“I’m sorry Felix. I’ll have to turn you down. You can take this back,” you said trying to hand the gift back but he shook his head.

“No please don’t be sorry. I understand you get asked out a lot so I was only taking a chance at it. I really do like you and I wish you keep the gift. Please?”

Oh. “Okay... thanks.”

He smiled and left your side, a little dejected.

Doyoung elbowed your side hard. “Ow! What the hell Dons!”

“Are you crazy? You shouldn’t give a gift back to the same person.”

“Yeah but it was hella expensive.”

“So? Don’t you sell the other ones off?”

“Yeah because they come from assholes. Felix was at least being polite.”

“Then you should have agreed on a date with him.”

“I don’t want to hurt him after by saying that I just did it for the gift so I won’t feel bad about selling it off for tuition.”

He scoffed. “You’re so nice.”

“And you’re mean.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

- ❀ -

《 Heart Attack – AOA 》

You walked your friend to his music class before you went for your coffee break. You spotted a boy that you didn’t recognize standing right outside the music class.

“Oh Taeil!” Doyoung called.

The boy looked at him and the smile that followed after had your heart skipping a beat.

When you and Doyoung stopped right in front of him, your friend did the introductions. “Y/N, this is Taeil. He’s actually my second cousin and he recently transferred here. Taeil, this is Y/N, my friend.”

Taeil smiled warmly at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Thump thump.

Thump thump.

You could hear your heartbeat loudly at the sound of his melodic voice and the sweet smile complimented with it.

- ❀ -

In the library, you fell asleep with your forehead planted flat on the table while Doyoung worked on his assignment beside you.

He rolled his eyes at you and shook your shoulder, but no response was received.

“Y/N?”

Still no response.

He huffed and flicked his finger at the top of your head.

You jolted up and yelled “Taeil!”

All eyes landed on you in the library. You apologized to the students and shrunk in your seat, feeling embarrassed.

Doyoung looked at you with suspicious eyes. “Why on earth did his name come out of your mouth?”

You felt heat rise up to your cheeks and laughed it off nervously. “Haha oops.”

He narrowed his eyes on you. “Don’t oops me. What is it?”

You weighed your options. If you told Doyoung, then he could possibly support you. But then, at the same time he wouldn’t because this was about his cousin. Yet above everything, he was your friend.

“I like Taeil.”

“Like? What kind of like?”

“Like I mean like like.”

He exhaled. “You know I’ll be on your side for anything. But this is my cousin we’re talking about. If you mess things up, I don’t think I’ll be able to look at you because my cousin comes first.”

You nodded. “I know, but I think I’m serious about him, Dons.”

He watched your face carefully, trying to discern whether this was fleeting or something deeper. He couldn’t find any hints on the former and slumped his shoulders.

 - ❀ -

《 Signal – Twice 》

You were delighted at the fact that Taeil was in one of your classes with Doyoung. It was unfortunate that he opted to sit more in the middle of the room when you sat at the back. You didn’t like paying attention to the particular professor as his teaching method didn’t work for you. But the newbie being his cousin, Doyoung chose to sit with him.

You didn’t mind that because you were preoccupied by the task at hand. Thankful that you were an ace with your throwing skills, your paper airplane flew across the class.

The couple sitting in front of you threw a look at you, silently asking ‘are you crazy?’ and a few snickers were heard as the plane flew past them.

It hit the back of Taeil’s head and his hand went up to rub the spot. He ignored it shortly and resumed his attention on the lecture at the front.

Your jaw dropped. Did he just ignore it? But you were resolute. You prepared another airplane and flung it to him. This time he noticed something was up and found the airplanes on the floor. He unfolded the flaps and read the message, both of them identical.

- I like you, from your secret admirer, Y/N

Taeil blinked at your handwriting. First, he was surprised that a girl even liked him. He was boring and a nerd. And second, it was you that liked him. He heard about you around campus and he wasn’t sure whether you were serious about him or it was merely an infatuation that you’d get bored of later on.

He whipped his head around to find you sending a flying kiss in his way.

Taeil turned back around to focus on the board, his heart beating erratically. He couldn’t let himself fall for you, only for you to grow tired of and leave him.

You on the other hand were puzzled by his lack of response. No guy had ever overlooked you when sending them a signal and the thought of Taeil being the first one to do it added onto to the fun of you trying to win his heart.

 - ❀ -

《 Not That Type – gugudan 》

Doyoung dragged you to the library after you refused to work on your assignments. All you wanted to do was sleep and you were ready to bolt out the doors until the studious boy that had your heart beating hard caught your sight.

You left your friend’s hold and ran to sit down at the empty seat across him. Taeil was stumped when you sat with your arms crossed on the table, your eyes intently fixed on his face and a smile adorning your beautiful face. “Hi Taeil,” you sweetly greeted.

Doyoung caught up and sat down beside his cousin. “Hey, Taeil. What’s up?”

Taeil ignored you and responded back to him.

You blankly stared at him, perplexed that he once again ignored you. You got his attention once you blurted out, “I like you.”

Taeil stilled and took a deep breath before facing you. “Look Y/N, I really don’t know if you seriously mean that-”

“I’m not lying,” you deadpanned.

“I’m not saying that you are. You could really just be into me for the moment. But I know you’ll get bored of me. So it’s best if you leave me alone.”

Doyoung stayed silent, anxiously observing the conversation between you and his cousin.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You really don’t know how I feel about you and I’m going to show it.”

- ❀ -

《 Fancy – Twice 》

You still kept receiving expensive gifts from your admirers and so you decided to sell them off to buy some special things for the one you admired.

When you made your way to your usual seat in the back, you handed Taeil a box wrapped in pink gift wrap. Every time you saw him around campus, you’d handover the gifts to him. They’d range from chocolates, plaid shirts, denim and leather jackets, packs of Coca-Cola as Doyoung had mentioned one time that Taeil loved to drink those.

Next time, you found him sitting on one of the outdoor benches, basking under the sunlight. He noticed your form approaching him and slightly groaned inwardly. Even though he found you super annoying, he couldn’t stop his heart beating unsteadily. He secretly found it thrilling to have you run after him when it’d be vice versa with the other boys, especially when you’d send him numerous gifts of things that he loved. He could tell that you put thought into the presents and weren’t just sending him expensive things. For that, he had to give you plus points.

“Hi Taeil,” you beamed at him, clutching onto his next gift behind your back.

He sighed. “Hi Y/N. What is it now?”

You pulled out a handmade teddy bear with a red ribbon tied into a perfect bow around its neck. “I made this for you.”

He held the plushie carefully, inspecting its customized design. “You made this by yourself?”

You nodded, chuckling quietly. “Yup.”

His heart skipped a beat at the thought of you spending time to build the teddy bear yourself and it was then that he noticed a few bandages wrapped around the tips of your fingers.

Oh Y/N, what are you doing to my heart, he thought.

 - ❀ -

《 I Don’t Like Your Girlfriend – Weki Meki 》

Taeil wanted to test your liking for him and asked his female friend from his music class for help.

You walked with Doyoung into the cafeteria and your heart stopped at the sight of Taeil.

Sitting across a girl.

You didn’t want to feel like the jealous type but you couldn’t stop the green feeling from erupting when you noticed the girl leaning in to give Taeil a peck on his cheek.

You gritted your teeth and clenched your hands tightly into a fist. “Oh that girl is so dead.”

Right before you stormed off, Doyoung grabbed your arm. “What the hell are you going to do?”

You yanked your arm free. “Watch me.”

With fume coming out of your ears, you stomped over to the two being lovey dovey with one another. When Taeil saw your figure from the corner of his eyes, he tried his best to stop the smile from spilling onto his face.

You found a Coca-Cola drink resting beside the girl’s plate and grabbed it, pouring the drink on top of her head.

It took a few seconds for the girl to register what had just happened and when it did, she screamed. “Are you psycho?” She got up and ran out of the cafeteria.

Taeil looked at you in pure disgust and disappointment. “Seriously Y/N? Are you really that desperate for me? Can’t you see that I’m trying to get you to leave me alone?” He wasn’t going to admit just yet of his true feelings for you.

Your lips formed an ‘oh.’ “So was this all an act? To get me to leave you alone?”

He was tugging hard at his hair. “For God’s sake, yes Y/N. You really should go and apologize to my friend. I asked her to do that,” he yelled, his face turning a bit red. “Can you just leave me alone?”

You pursed your lips and nodded. “Okay.”

Your response took him by surprise, his heart dropping a little. “What?”

“I’ll leave you alone.”

He went speechless. He didn’t think you were actually going to leave him alone after all this time of you being after him.

You sighed, looking at the floor, acting in defeat. “You thought I was going to say that, huh?”

He blinked, looking very lost.

You lifted your gaze to his and calmly repeated. “You really thought I’ll leave you alone. I’m never giving up.”

- ❀ -

《 Why – Taeyeon 》

You sat down in your seat waiting for your professor to arrive. You didn’t have either your friend or your crush in that evening lecture, so it was going to be a pain sitting still and not snore off until class was dismissed.

A guy came up to you with his group of friends behind him. Why did they walk up to you, you didn’t know. But you recognized its leader to be one of the guys that you had rejected.

Based on his facial expression, you didn’t like where this could possibly go.

- ❀ -

“Taeil? Have you see Y/N?” Doyoung asked his cousin frantically.

“What? No. Why?”

“I usually meet her at a bubble tea shop after her class ends, but she wasn’t there.” Doyoung’s voice was laced with anxiety. Your phone was switched off, which you’d never do in class as you’d usually be scrolling on your phone.

It was getting dark as the night fell. Even though he was mad at you for the act you pulled in the cafeteria on his friend, he couldn’t stop himself from worrying about you.

A phone rang and Doyoung picked it up. “Hello? Yes I am. WHAT?! Oh my God… Okay I will be there soon.” Doyoung hung up, with a registered shock on his face.

“What happened?” Taeil asked, hoping it had something to do with your whereabouts and you weren’t in danger.

“Do you want to come with me? I need to go to the police station.”

Taeil’s forehead lined with confusion. “Yes but why?”

“Y/N’s been charged with physical assault.”

- ❀ -

You sat on the chair, waiting for your friend to arrive and bail you out. Your arms were crossed as you huffed in anger at the boy sitting beside you. He held his broken nose while his head was slightly cracked open from the glass water bottle that you had smashed on it. He whimpered in pain, making you laugh bitterly in your head.

He deserved it, you thought.

Doyoung arrived, followed by the boy that you didn’t expect to come for you as well. Taeil looked around for you and when he found you, he sighed in relief to see you not hurt. The mere reaction from him made your heart soar, making you think that he was concerned for you. But when your brain reminded you of the thing that you promised yourself to do later, your heart fell.

“Y/N, what happened?” Doyoung asked, almost like he was scolding you.

Before you could reply, the police officer spoke up. “This young lady used physical violence on this man out of the blue.”

You gaped at him and slammed your hands on the officer’s desk, standing up. “It was not out of the blue! He started it!”

“No, she started it, officer,” the injured boy said weakly.

You turned to the boy. “You asked for it! That’s not my fault!” you yelled.

“Miss, please lower your tone,” the officer said sternly.

“Y/N, what exactly happened?” Doyoung asked.

You took a deep breath in, calming yourself down for a few seconds, and narrated the evening. “I was waiting for the lecture to begin, and this guy comes up to me with his friends. He starts talking shit about Taeil, how much of a nerd he is and how he doesn’t deserve someone like me. I got so mad that I broke his nose and I broke my water bottle on his head out of anger. You cannot tell me that this was my fault.”

While Taeil didn’t like that you used violence and risked yourself into getting in trouble, his heart pounded against his chest at the thought of you standing up for him.

The boy only asked for his injuries to be paid for, in which Doyoung agreed to as much as you hated it. After Doyoung bailed you out, you stepped into the night, breathing in the crisp air.

Taeil silently took hold of you hand, startling you, and observed out of concern the small bruise that formed from breaking the person’s nose.

You pulled out of his grasp, confusing him. You met his shining eyes, having something to tell him.

“Taeil, I really like you. Actually… I really love you. I always have and always will. If someone badmouths you, I’m not going to hold back and do nothing. I’m not scared of anyone or anything.” You paused briefly, sighing in defeat. “I know I can’t force you to like me back. I thought I could but I guess I can’t. And I don’t want you to hate me if I continue this ‘obsession’ so while this might seem like I’m ending my desire to win your heart, I’ll still always love you, Taeil.”

You gave him one last sincere smile before turning on your heels and walking away. You hugged yourself as your eyes stung with tears threatening to fall out. You willed yourself to not make a vocal sound of your heart breaking for the boys to hear from the distance.

Doyoung felt his heart become heavy, seeing his friend like that for the first time in his life. He knew he couldn’t do anything as everything was up to his cousin to decide what to do with the confession.

Taeil felt the honesty behind your words, and that made his heart shatter. He always disregarded your true feelings for him and told you off, trying to get you off his back for annoying him. He too liked you but was only being super cautious in case your feelings were short-lived. He made up his mind. He wanted to confess back to you. And for that, he had to do something in order to make it up to you.

- ❀ -

《 Cover Up – Taeyeon 》

“Here,” Doyoung handed you a gift bag and you groaned.

“Don’t tell me this is you breaking our friendship promise to ask my hand in marriage.”

He laughed. “No, but you like the person that this is coming from.”

“What?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Was it really from him? Your heart banged in your chest as you opened up the bag, gasping to see a teddy bear that looked similar to your handmade one except it was in a different shade of brown, lighter to his, and the colour of the ribbon tied around its neck being a light shade of pink.

“There’s a note in the bag too,” he grinned.

“Huh?” You rummaged your hand around in the bag, feeling the card and pulling it out. The card was handmade as well, with a large red heart in the middle of the white space. ‘I LOVE YOU’ was written on the heart in big letters. You flipped the card to check the backside for more writing and your heart stopped.

- I’m sorry Y/N to hurt you like the way I did. But I really like you too. I was scared to be someone who you’d ditch once you’d find someone better than me or get bored of me. That’s why I always tried to avoid you or do things to get you to stop being after me. But your confession outside the police station made me believe in your feelings and I was bad to let you walk away. I wanted to properly apologize before confessing my true feelings for you. This teddy bear is the same diy kit you got to make mine so Y/N… I’m sorry and I love you. From your secret but not so secret admirer, Taeil

You felt your eyes sting hard as you tried to keep your tears at bay. “Doyoung, he…” your voice failed as your emotions were ready to explode.

Your friend smiled. “Yes, Taeil.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s outside our music class, the first place you met him.”

You sprinted down the hallway and turned around the corner. At the distance you found the boy that had all of your heart.

“Taeil!” you yelled and ran up to him.

He turned his head, happy to see you and held his arms open. You crashed into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and clutched tightly onto the gift bag.

“I can’t believe you like me back!” you cried.

He laughed at your dramatic self and patted the back of your head gently. He pulled back slightly and wiped your tears away, pressing a haste kiss on your forehead. “You’re really cute. How can I not like you?”

[gamerwoo]

[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends with Benefits (Part Two)

(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki​)

Characters: Mingi x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, friends to lovers au, angst but not like hard angst it’s kinda mild tbh, lil bit of fluff

Word count: 1,913

Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.

Tags: @sakura-uji​ @xummie​ @peachy-hoon​ @psshwa​ @uglyratlmao​ @uwu-yifan​

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Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and San had come home from classes together, walking through the front door as the two older boys scolded San about his grades. They walked down the hall and past the living room where you and Mingi were sitting on the couch, watching TV. One of your legs was flung over the arm of the couch as you leaned into Mingi, while your best friend was simply sitting straight beside you, keeping his eyes trained on the TV. You saw out of the corner of your eye the three boys barely glance over at you as the kept walking out of sight, before backing up and looking into the living room at the scene.

“What is he doing?” San whispered loud enough for his friends to hear -- they could hear way better than you thanks to their sharp senses -- but quiet enough that you didn’t hear a thing.

“Being a fucking moron,” Seonghwa replied.

You turned your head to look at the audience you now had, “Can I help you?”

Mingi’s eyes had flickered from where he was trying so hard to concentrate on the show, to his brothers. They could hear how fast his heart was beating and see the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, the way his hands clenched on his thighs, and the way he was basically straining himself to sit still.

Mating season was starting soon for him.

“Uh..._____,” Hongjoong stepped forward with his usual sweet smile, “do you wanna play some soccer in the backyard? I have some extra energy I need to burn.”

“Oh, hell yeah!” you grinned as you jumped up from your spot on the couch. You looked down at your best friend, “Mingi, you wanna ref?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he told you, trying to come across as completely normal.

But there was something off about him.

Still, you shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

Then you followed Hongjoong out to the backyard.

As soon as you were gone, Seonghwa marched up to Mingi, grabbing the younger boy by his shirt and pulling him to his feet. Despite having height on the older boy, Seonghwa wasn’t afraid because he knew he had authority over Mingi.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Seonghwa demanded.

“Yes,” San answered for him with a nod.

This definitely wasn’t the first time Mingi had to go through rut and not let you know. But it seemed this time for some reason, he was being a little too bold for the pack’s liking. It was clear he was having some difficulty being so close to you -- thank god mating season hadn’t actually started for him or there would’ve been nothing to keep him from pouncing on you -- and that was just because he was so close to mating season starting. He definitely had balls to hang out with you alone so close to that time of year where he had to be away from you.

“Hwa, I was fine!” Mingi insisted, holding up his hands in surrender.

“You didn’t look fine,” San interjected, Mingi shooting him a glare to keep out of this.

“What if you hurt her, huh?” Seonghwa demanded. “What if you couldn’t fight the instinct? What if you did something bad to her?”

Mingi whined, “I wasn’t going to!”

“But you could’ve,” Seonghwa stated, giving Mingi a solid shake. “You can’t just act fine and then everything is fine. You can’t pull that shit this close to mating season.”

Seonghwa finally let the younger wolf go, and he frowned as he straightened out his shirt, “What are you, the alpha?”

“No,” Seonghwa offered him a tight smile, “but I know Joong is going to have a lot to say to you, too.”

-

Even though Hongoong never really had to deal with mates before -- even though he’d known you for a few years now but you weren’t properly Mingi’s mate -- he knew it was in his best interest to keep you safe rather than go deal with Mingi. That was why he chose to remove you from the situation and let Seonghwa deal with the younger wolf who clearly had some sort of lapse in judgement. Hongjoong definitely understood that Mingi had to act normally to keep their secret from you, but he didn’t need to take it that far. He should’ve just not invited you over.

“How many wins is that?” you chuckled as you lightly kicked the ball between your feet, quickly an eyebrow at Hongjoong.

He laughed, shaking his head, “Look, you did this for seven years. I’ve only casually played since I met you.”

“Yeah, you launched the ball straight into Wooyoung’s head the first day I met you,” you recalled with a loud laugh.

“But I’ve gotten better at not doing that,” he said proudly, spreading out in the goal to -- hopefully -- catch the ball.

Before you could even swing your leg back to kick the ball, the door opened and San shouted, “Hey!”

The two of you looked over, you lifting your baseball cap to run a hand through your hair before putting it back on your head as you squinted against the sun to see San in the doorway.

“Mingi wanted me to tell you he isn’t feeling well,” San called. “We brought him upstairs to bed but you probably shouldn’t bother him.”

You frowned with a sigh, nodding your head, “Yeah, alright. Thanks, San.”

Even though he could hear the slight disappointment in your voice, San nodded and went back inside.

“You okay?” Hongjoong wondered, resting his stance.

You let out air between your lips, your lips flapping like a horse for a few seconds as you tried to gather your thoughts, “Mingi always has something going on where he just disappears like, twice a year. He has since he ran away our freshman year of high school. I kind of expected it to happen again but it like, always happens. I dunno, I’m just worried, I guess.”

Hongjoong frowned. He knew you cared about Mingi, and he should’ve figured you would catch onto it after a while. He used to always use the fact he was ‘sick’ as an excuse, but he had to get more creative when you begged him to see a doctor his senior year since he was always getting really sick twice a year. It then became ‘I’m a counselor at a week-long sleepaway camp’ or ‘I’m going skiing with my friends’ or things like that. Anything where he could avoid you for about a week until he was feeling normal again. Because if you were around him while he was in rut, he would have zero self control and would pin you against anything and go crazy. That was the last thing any of them wanted.

“He’s just...” Hongjoong trails off as his eyes find Mingi’s window from the backyard, though the blinds are pulled shut so neither of you can see inside.

But Hongjoong already knows that Seonghwa has probably dragged him up to his bedroom and ordered him to stay there until the alpha comes in to scold him for being so careless with you. But he also knows staying away from your mate is difficult -- not that he knows personally but he’s heard.

And Hongjoong never finishes his sentence because honestly, he’s not really sure what to say.

-

You finish your game of soccer with Hongjoong early because you decide you’re not really in the mood to play anymore. You’re not really an emotional kind of person, but anyone can tell you’re bummed out because of Mingi. You know things will go back to normal after a week, but you just wish you understood why this pattern kept happening. What happened to Mingi when he ran away?

Honestly, your best bet was that he joined a cult.

As you were leaving the house, Jongho was getting out of his car, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He smiled at you as you passed by him to get to your car.

“Mingi’s girlfriend leaving so soon?” he joked -- well, as far as you knew.

Did you feel a little different toward Mingi ever since he came back freshman year, yes? You kind of thought maybe it was because you were afraid of losing him again, but it had stuck around until college, and that was a little weird to you. Still, you never said anything to him because you two had been best friends since you were babies. The two of you were voted ‘best partners in crime’ and ‘should’ve dated’ -- the latter was a little awkward since you were dating someone else at the time -- when you were seniors because of how close you were. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship because you were pretty sure he didn’t feel the same. He probably saw you as a sister. So you left things alone.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a playful smile, “Eat a dick, dude.”

His friends often teased you for being his ‘girlfriend’, and Mingi typically responded in the same fashion. But the teasing continued because his friends knew that while it embarrassed Mingi, it was the only way they could hint at how he felt about you.

“Why’re you leaving?” Jongho asked, turning around to keep talking to you. “You usually stay longer.”

You looked over your shoulder, this time rolling your eyes in a less playful way, “Mingi’s sick.”

“...Oh,” he nodded, already understanding the situation. “Well, uh, we could hang out tomorrow after classes if you want? Maybe go get slushies at the gas station or something?”

Even though Mingi’s friends would never replace him, they had become your friends since you were around them so often. And whenever Mingi was away, they always offered to do things with you like go to the arcade or get pizza at the beach or something. 

You shrugged, unlocking your car and opening the door, “We’ll see.”

After waving a quick goodbye, Jongho went into the house. He could hear Hongjoong raising his voice a little at Mingi from outside, but he had drowned it out so he could converse with you. But now that he was inside and saw Seonghwa and San sitting on the couch watching the show that you and Mingi had left on, he was more intrigued.

“Mingi started mating season already?” he wondered.

From upstairs, he heard the wolf in question reply, “I did not!”

“You’re too close to it to have _____ around,” Hongjoong reminded him, his voice also traveling from upstairs.

It was true, it was supposed to start really soon. Nobody could ever place the exact day, but they kept track of around what times in the year it happened. It was like having your period but minus the blood -- for males, anyway -- and with a lot more sexual aggression.

“So the excuse this time is that he’s sick?” Jongho asked before adding on, “Again?”

“What did you want me to say?” Seonghwa asked. “They were sitting on the couch together so it was the only thing that made sense. I couldn’t say he suddenly went off on vacation, now could I?”

“We always keep _____ away from the house, anyway,” San shrugged, waving the problem away. “It’ll be fine. She never questions it, anyway.”

“She will question it eventually,” Seonghwa pointed out. “We can’t keep this up forever, and neither can Mingi.”

[mahounostairs]

The Kaoru Interrogation Saga

Teru drops a bomb at a drinking party, absolute fucking anarchy ensues shortly after.

Rating: M

I couldn't think of a better title for this so it's gonna stay the interrogation saga.

So this started out as a discussion my friend Riley and I had over discord dms talking about episode 11 of sideani about the scene where Teru like, just whips it out at the hot springs (but is conveniently covered by something in the foreground). A good amount of the dialogue was lifted from the og discussion so credit to Riley aka twitter user @haijou_parade go follow her she's amazing ily bestie

Also all the referenced/implied ships throughout this are: HokuMai, YamaHaza, HideShou, TeruKao, SeiMichi

[Originally posted July 8, 2021]

“And that right there is why you gotta choose your whiskey brands wisely.” Jiro said, holding up his glass, “The cheap shit really ain’t worth the time of day, even if it does save your wallet from a beating, and that’s coming from a cheapskate like me!”

Teru nodded absentmindedly, and shakily due to already being quite drunk. “I… getcha!” Flashing a quick thumbs-up and grin, he took another swig of his beer.

These get-togethers would always get like this. Starting off fairly normal but then slowly everyone would get progressively drunker and drunker and drunker except for whichever poor bastard was stuck as the designated driver for that evening. This night was no exception.

Jiro glanced back at the tables near the bar, most of the other adults were seated in this corner of the pub they decided on for this get-together. The table closest to him and him had the unusual grouping of Kaoru, Michio, Shouma, Minori, and Rui. The latter three chatting excitedly and loudly while Kaoru sat quietly, sometimes nodding or giving a short reply in between sips. Even more surprising was the pink tint on his face, Kaoru didn’t typically drink enough for that to happen.

“Hehe… Heeey, Yamashita-saaaaan~” Teru slurred, “Wanna hear ‘bout somethin’ funny?”

“Hm? Sure, Tendou-sensei.”

He giggled like a little kid, “Remember wheen Sakura-hic-ba, Tsubasa and I all wen’ on that hot springs trip?”

“Yes?” Jiro could not begin to comprehend where this conversation would go.

“Well…! When we were at th’ hot springs,” A shit-eating grin spread across Teru’s face, “I showed ‘em my dick!”

Jiro nearly spat out his drink.

“Oh! An’ every now and then… I bring it up again jus’ to see their reactions!” He chuckled, as if this were something completely normal to talk about.

“Tendou-sensei,” Jiro coughed, “I’m sorry but, what??”

“Tendou!” A familiar, very pissed-off voice came from the table closest to them.

Jiro looked over to see Kaoru standing with both hands on the table. His face had gone from an alcohol-induced pink to a fuming red that went up to his ears. Michio, who was sitting to the other side of him, had also gone a bit red (though more likely from the embarrassment of overhearing such a thing) put a hand on Kaoru’s arm in an attempt to keep him from laying waste to the hapless drunk next to Jiro. Minori had a similar look of surprise on his face, and luckily the way they were all seated had him able to keep Kaoru in too. Although, he did exchange some hushed words with Shouma and Rui across the table.

There was murder in Kaoru’s eyes, “Why are you bringing that up now?! And here?!”

“Hey! Mister Sakuraba!” Rui turned his head to the table beside them, “And Mister Kashiwagi, too!”

Tsubasa’s head poked up from the other table. He seemed to have blissfully not overheard their conversation, well for now.

"Did you two look?"

Uh oh.

“Maita-sensei...!” Kaoru’s knuckles turned white as he balled his fists on the table.

A light blush rose on Tsubasa’s face as what Rui was asking finally hit him, “O-oh, that… Um, well...”

“Don’t answer him, Kashiwagi.” Kaoru spat out before Tsubasa could even think of finishing his thoughts.

“Oh, come on, Kaoru! We’re all friends here!” Minori pulled Kaoru back down to his seat, “So, did ya look at it or not?”

Kaoru buried his face in his hands with a heavy sigh, “Please, not you too, Watanabe-san.”

“I’m with Minorun here.” Shouma giggled lightly, “Besides, this is an interesting topic~”

The dark-haired man simply groaned into his hands in response.

Minori lightly swung an arm around his shoulders, “It’s no big deal! Now, just spill it, did you see Teru’s dick or not?”

“D-don’t say it so loud, Watanabe-san!”

“Hmm?” A new voice joined the conversation.

Taking his head out of his hands, Kaoru saw that Amehiko, who was seated at Tsubasa’s table, had (unfortunately) taken notice of the conversation. The older man had a smirk that filled Kaoru with a sense of dread.

Despite that, he was not prepared for the words that left his mouth.

“Of all the things to overhear tonight, I wasn’t expecting to hear that you pleasured Tendou-san like that.”

Kaoru blinked, “...Pleasured? What the Hell do you mean by that?”

Amehiko raised an eyebrow, “Watanabe-san said that you sucked Tendou-san’s dick, didn’t he?”

“...Excuse me?”

Tsubasa nearly choked on his drink as Amehiko spoke. Chris, who was seated beside Amehiko, looked at him with wide eyes, his cheeks tinted by both alcohol and embarrassment. “A-Amehiko!” Chris gently scolded him, then turned his gaze towards the man sitting across from them, “Are you alright, Kashiwagi-san?”

Before Tsubasa could even open his mouth to respond, a loud slam rang from the other table. Numerous pairs of eyes turned to see-

Forcibly shoving Minori off of him, Kaoru stood up, “First of all!” Hell hath no fury like Sakuraba Kaoru right at this very moment, “I would never do such a thing to TENDOU of all people!” He gestured towards the man in question, who had finally seemed to be aware of what he had caused. “Secondly, unlike some of you people, I actually have some fucking self-respect! I would never just fling my mouth onto anyone’s penis! Third of all, I wouldn’t even know how to do such a thing and I would NEVER let my first experience be-”

“Now, wait a moment, Kaoru-chan,” Shouma cut through his words, “your first experience? You’re a virgin?”

Kaoru went quiet at those words. His face goes red yet again, but for a different reason from before. He opened and closed his mouth, unable to get even a squeak out.

“I mean, I had always suspected it but now we have actual confirmation!”

“Wh-what does it matter!?” Kaoru said, trying to regain his composure, “It’s not as if I’m the only one here who's never had such… experiences! It’s perfectly normal, even at this age! Now, if we cou-”

Minori drunkenly giggled, “Fufu, this is making me think of when I first had my v card swiped~”

“Hah?!”

He ignored Kaoru and continued on, “How old was I then? I must’ve been about 16 or 17.” Minori sighed dreamily, “I remember it so fondly~ My, er, s-senpai invited me over after school one day to spend the night. We were supposed to be working on a project together and, well, let’s just say things got a bit heated all of a sudden!” A smirk spread across his face, “Anyway, we had a couple of flings here and there, it was a very on-and-off kind of thing, y’know?”

Kaoru couldn’t even respond to what had just come from Minori’s mouth. He slid back down into his seat, his heart sinking in fear of what he had just sparked.

Shouma nodded when Minori finished recounting his… tale, “Well now, this senpai of yours sounds like he was quite the charmer, wasn’t he?”

“Fu, he certainly was! Some of our friends thought we really were an item too.”

“How did you meet this darling senpai of yours, by the way?”

Minori paused, “Uh, w-we were in the same club, ehehe...”

“Makes me think of my own first~”

“Oh? Do tell, Shouma!”

He put a finger to his chin in thought, “Let’s see, my body count’s so high it took me quite some time to remember, but like Minorun, it was back in high school for me as well! I was in my school’s theatre club and not getting any leading roles so, uh,” Shouma chuckled lightly, “I thought I’d seduce my darling club president! Never intended to actually sleep with him or anything, haha! I just got so caught up in flirting with him, then realized just how hot he was and one thing led to another!”

The sound of someone spitting their drink and then gagging came from the bar side. Hideo spun around on the barstool, still coughing, “Sorry, but WHAT?!?”

“Oh?” Shouma looked over at him, “I thought you already knew, my dear Hero-chan! Didn’t I tell you about it last Sunday over dinner?”

“YOU DIDN’T GO INTO THAT MUCH DETAIL?!?!”

He simply laughed in response, “Well, that’s because of your silly ‘no in-depth discussion about sex at the dinner table’ rule!”

Kaoru held his head in his hands and groaned, “I want to leave.”

“I lost mine when I was in university!” Rui joined in, “It was with a guy in my class during my first year there!”

“M-Michael,” A confused Hokuto had joined the conversation, too, “I wasn’t attending uni during your first year…?”

Rui replied a bit too cheerfully, “I know! You were far from my first, Hokuto! It should’ve been obvious from how much more I knew about sex than you back then!”

Hokuto didn’t even respond as Rui talked. He just sat there, slowly sipping away at his drink. In addition to the pity he was already feeling for Kaoru, Jiro felt sorry for Hokuto as all of... THAT got revealed.

“Koron-chan, Michio-chan, what about you two?” Shouma suddenly asked.

Chris was caught off-guard, “Me? W-well, ah, I lost mine to...” He trailed off.

“Hmm? I couldn’t quite hear you, Koron-chan.”

“It was...”

“Me.” Said Amehiko, snaking an arm around Chris’s waist and pulling him closer, “And he was my first human, too.”

Shouma put a hand to his chin, “Oh, this is certainly interesting!”

“Wait a minute, did you just say Koron was your ‘first human?’”

Completely ignoring Jiro’s very legitimate question, Rui looked across the table, “Your turn, Mister Hazama!”

Michio blinked, then cleared his throat, “Well, it was with-”

Jiro got a bad feeling, “Hazama-san, you don’t need to answer tha-”

“-Yamashita-kun, at his apartment one day when we had a day off together, we-”

“Th-that’s enough, Hazama-san!” Jiro shouted over Michio’s words. He wasn’t expecting him to attempt to go into detail, fucking alcohol.

Rui put a finger to his cheek and said, “Oh! I remember that day!”

Both Michio and Jiro coughed and sputtered at the words that came from their coworker’s mouth. “Rui?!/Maita-kun?!”

“The walls of our apartment complex are super thin! I didn’t put in a noise complaint or anything so don’t worry! Plus, Mister Yamashita has totally heard Hokuto and I going at it at least once or even twice!”

“Michael?!?!”

As the four of them got caught up in their own thing, the main conversation marched forward. Much to the glee of a handful of the adults, and the dissatisfaction of most of the others.

Shouma turned his head towards the other table, “What about you, Wing-chan? Got any stories?”

Tsubasa blinked in surprise, “Eh, m-me?! Well, I don’t have anything nearly as thrilling as your guys' stories...”

“It’s totally fine!” Minori waved it off, “Even just regular relationship stuff is fine!”

“Really?” Relief washed over him, “If that’s the case, while I haven’t done, th-that yet, I did have my first kiss when I was about 14.” Tsubasa went red as he remembered, “I was at a friend’s Christmas party, and there was mistletoe up and a classmate of mine and I were under it…”

“Aww, that’s actually quite cute, Wing-chan~!”

“W-we never ended up dating or anything, though!” Tsubasa waved his hands in a flustered manner, “I didn’t have my first relationship until highschool. A boy in my math class asked me out after school one day. I was so surprised! We didn’t do much more than kiss, and ended up splitting during senior year, but we stayed friends! Oh, and-”

Kaoru breathed an inward sigh of relief as Tsubasa rambled on about his highschool boyfriend. After all the other stories he was tormented with, it was practically a Godsend to hear something so nice, so pure, so-

“Wow, Mister Kashiwagi! Your boyfriend sounds a lot like the guy I lost my virginity to!”

...He thought too fucking soon.

Ignoring the kerfuffle that had just started, Minori switched his gaze over to the bar area, “Oh, Teru!” He called out in an almost sing-song tone, “Surely you have a story or two to share!”

“Huh, me?” Teru’s eyes widened as he was dragged back into the conversation he sparked, looking significantly more sober than earlier, “Uh, I did have a girlfriend back in high school, but I ended up never doin’ anything with her, so she broke up with me...”

Shouma put a hand to his face in disbelief, “Is that so? To think you’d get dumped in such a way...”

“A-anyway!” Teru’s face flushed up at Shouma’s comment, “I didn’t end up seeing anyone else later on, had my first kiss in college, but that’s-”

“Oh~ How did your first kiss go?” Minori said, fully intent on not letting him get away with sparse details.

“Do I really have to?”

“No need to get all embarrassed now, Teru!” Minori sounded almost too cheerful saying that.

Teru sighed, “Alright, alright. During freshman year, I got invited to some party on campus. Pretty much all of us got totally shitfaced at it. Next morning, I wake up with basically no memory, except...”

“Except what?”

He put his face in his hands, “...except, drunkenly making out with some guy I met at the party.” Teru groaned, “Had no fuckin’ clue who he was and I still don’t! Never ran into him ever again.”

“Oh my~” Shouma smirked, “Now that is quite a thrilling first kiss!”

Teru put his face down on the bar counter in defeat.

Minori’s attention went back to his own table, “Come on, Kaoru, don’t have such a look on your face!”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

He simply smiled at Kaoru, “The whole time Teru was talking about his previous experiences, jealousy was written all over your face~”

His cheeks heated up once more, “I-I was NOT jealous!”

“Uh-huh, sure, and I’m a virgin.”

“Ggh!” Kaoru glared at him. He reached for his glass and brought it to his lips, saying anything more would only dig him a deeper grave than what he was already in.

Among the absolute bullshit that had occurred, a voice came from the bar side of the corner, “So, uh, did anyone else see that new drama that premiered the other night?”

Shingen Seiji: the poor bastard stuck as the designated driver for this drinking party.

“Ah, Seiji-chan!” Shouma waved a hand and called out to him, “You wouldn’t happen to have any stories, would you?”

Seiji scratched at his face with a sheepish look, “Well, I’ve never really been in a relationship before, so-”

“Wait, wait, wait, stop.” Minori gave him a strangely serious look, “So you’re telling us that you and Michiru aren’t dating?”

“N-no? We’re just good bros.”

“Oh my fucking God.”

Shouma shook his head with a sigh, “Oh well then, maybe you could tell us about, say, any one night stands that you’ve maybe had before?”

The blond’s words made Kaoru damn near choke on his drink, but he managed to keep it down.

Seiji pondered, “Let’s see, there was this one time where Michiru and I had a fairly intense work-out session together which led to some things happening and...”

Their corner of the bar went dead silent as Seiji spoke. All eyes now on him. Even the group involved in Rui’s side discussion had stopped to pay attention to the former soldier.

He straightened up in his seat, “Oh, it was just a bro thing! Haha...”

“Yeah, sure it was.”

“That’s what my senpai and I were saying to each other at first.”

“Shingen-san, are you really, REALLY, sure you and Enjoji-san aren’t dating?”

Jiro simply watched the new scene unfold before him. He finished off his whiskey, which had long since gone warm.

“Hey, um, guys, just a quick question.” Hideo suddenly piped up, “Who the fuck is the one ordering all these peas?”

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It’s More About Looks Than Skill (VIII)

Pairing: Ryuk/Reader

Summary: Ryuk finds himself gaining feelings for Light Yagami’s best friend, but she doesn’t know he exists. When he makes the grave mistake of touching her, he makes things a lot more complicated.

Notes: I’m back... I told you I wasn’t giving up on this fic, I just needed some time to get over myself. I’ve plotted down the whole story and its ending, so you don’t have to worry about me not finishing this. It might take some time, but I’ll try not to post once every two months. Sorry, once again!

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Chapter VIII

It wasn’t until she’d said goodbye to Soichiro and stepped through the hospital doors into the night’s breeze, did she hear Light speak again. She was standing miraculously placed behind a large bush, where they wouldn’t notice her. It seemed the young man waited to see if anyone stepped through the doors before deciding to continue his talk with the God of death hovering in the air behind him.

“Ryuk.”

“Hm?”

“I never once felt cursed since I picked up the Death Note. In fact, the thought never even crossed my mind. I’m happier than I’ve ever been, all thanks to this power. I’m going to create a perfect world.”

“Honestly, I could care less whether you feel cursed or happy to have a notebook. I’ll leave that sentimental crap to you humans. But… Normally humans who come into contact with a Shinigami have nothing but misfortune.”

“That’s interesting. But I have no intentions of repeating that pattern.”

She only allowed her lungs to release the air they’d been holding long after she could no longer hear his footsteps walking off. And only then did she allow herself to finally feel what she’d felt in the pit of her stomach all this time; fear.

 ***

“Are you seeing this?” Lights voice carried over the walkie-talkie, but her attention was directed entirely towards what the TV in front of her was broadcasting. Since phones had become a danger as of late, she’d suggested going for a more old-school approach, if it was only to be able to contact Light when her house was feeling a bit too empty. Which was happening more and more frequently.

She hummed in response.

“Even if you don’t agree with me, all I ask is that you not publicise your views in the media. If you can do that, you will be spared. All you have to do now, is be patient. I will create a better world that we can all enjoy. Say goodbye to the world as you know it. Soon, we’ll have a new world ruled by benevolence inhabited by kind-hearted, honest people. Try to imagine it; a world where the police and I-“

“Switch channels. Now.”

She did as was asked of her, and was faced with the collapsed figure of Ukita, a taskforce member she’d just met only a few days prior. “Light… you didn’t-?”

“Of course it’s not me, you fool. I wouldn’t be so reckless. Now L will think I don’t need a name to kill someone. This impersonator is ruining all my plans!”

“Calm down, Light. This might work in our favour. You and I both know L will take all possibilities into consideration, so it could very well be that he’s already figured out about this person acting as a second Kira.”

“Ryuk-“ she heard some muffled noises in the background, “-didn’t give another Death Note to anyone, did you?”

“I only had two,” she could make out, “and I’m surely not stupid enough to give away my second one.”

“Light, please look back at the screen.”

“Hm?”

“A vehicle has just driven through the front of the station!”

“Well, that’s one way to stop the broadcast.”

It took a while, but eventually a police car arrived at the scene. And another, and another, until the whole building was surrounded.

“That’s… Soichiro? Light, that’s your father!”

“There you have it! The police refused to cooperate with Kira! Instead, they are prepared to fight. And, as much as I fear for my own life while saying so, this is right, and it must be done! Kira has become a very threat to our constitution, and as citizens, we must fight back. I am NHN’s Golden News anchor, Kouki Tanakabara.”

***

“I can only say it’s a shame that the answer is no, it’s clear that the police wish to oppose me.”

“How and why is this being broadcasted?” she asked, scooting Light’s chair closer to the television on his desk. It was the next day, and Sakura TV was airing the Kira imposer’s tapes once more.

“This will not go unpunished. So, I’ll start by either taking the life of the director-general of the NPA, or the detective known as L, who is currently leading the investigation against me. The director-general, or L? Who will pay the price in your refusal to cooperate in the creation of a peaceful world? You have four days to decide.”

Light let out a small chuckle. “You were right all along. There is no need to worry.”

“Really?”

“It would appear that another Shinigami has come to the human world, and somehow that Shinigami’s Death Note has fallen into the hands of someone who agrees with Kira. And this person most likely the Shinigami Eyes, which makes him very deadly. His power to kill surpasses even mine.”

“Or her,” she corrected him, to which he rolled his eyes.

“One thing is for certain, if I leave things I’m pretty sure L will be finished off within the next four days. However, I can’t forgive this imposter for the way he’s tarnishing Kira’s image with his senseless killings. Not to mention if he slips and gets caught, the Death Note will be discovered and that I can’t allow. I cannot afford to leave him alone for much longer.”

“Oh, now I definitely hope it’s a girl. If only to watch you struggle.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t struggle with girls,” he protested.

“You’re right. But let’s just say that it wouldn’t surprise me if you turned out gay.”

“Please do shut up.”

 ***

It wasn’t long before L had invited both of them to his secret location. They were currently standing in front of the quirky hotel, after a reasonably lengthy train ride.

“I suppose your father couldn’t have just picked us up?” she asked.

Light shook his head. “That would’ve looked too suspicious. Right now, it just looks like we’re trying to escape our parents by booking a hotel room.”

“Aw, Light,” she cooed, latching onto his arm playfully, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

He pulled up his nose in irritation, and she felt the Shinigami that had been holding her hand subtly stiffen. “What- what does that mean?”

“Don’t even bother asking, Ryuk,” Light replied.

“I’ll remind you to behave, Light,” she reminded him, “L probably knows this Kira is a copycat because of the fact that they didn’t need a name to kill the person, and you’d do well to think about the possibility that he might have wanted for that last tape to be broadcasted. I’m not sure how you’re going to get out of this one, as you can either choose to be ignorant, or speak up about your ‘deductions’.”

“Hm.”

“God, I hope it’s gonna be a girl.”

 ***

A short introduction followed between Light and the task force, as she simply gave them all a polite smile. She’d told Light briefly about them, as they’d met once or twice when she had her meetings in the café with L beforehand. At first, Light had been appalled by the fact that she knew more about these men that he did, but eventually did accept the fact that he now had someone who was apparently a more trusted figure in L’s mind.

And as expected, tapes were shown to both of them.

“Do you mind if I ask Light to make his deductions first?” L asked her.

She shook her head. “I understand. You’ve talked to me more than you have with Light. Go ahead.”

“So, what do you make of this, Light? Have you come to any conclusions?”

…

…

…It’s a test.

“It’s hard to say, but there might be another person out there with Kira’s power.”

And so it begins.

 You may also write the cause and/or details of death prior to filling in the name of the individual. Be sure to insert the name in front of the written cause of death. You have about 19 days (according to the human calendar) in order to fill in a name.

 “Are you sure you’re gonna pull this off? Pretending to be Kira, I mean?” she nudged him jokingly.

“I sure hope so. As long as I don’t start stuttering like I used to when I was a kid while we go live,” Light replied, almost too innocently. She knew all he wanted to do right now was strangle her for her comment, which is why she made it now; so he couldn’t.

“You used to stutter? Doesn’t seem very like you, Light,” L noted.

“Oh, he did,” Soichiro fondly recalled, “I remember those two reading out loud in Light’s room, giving a presentation to a whole group of stuffed animals, until he stuttered no more. I was so proud of you that day.”

Light shifted in embarrassment, clearly wanting this conversation to go back to business. “Ryuuzaki, does this look okay? I think I managed to make it believable.”

L picked up the sheet of paper. “Hm, I think you’ve done an excellent job with this. However, if we don’t omit the part that says, ‘you’re free to kill L’, then I’m gonna end up dead.”

What a dumbass.

Light laughed accordingly, “Sorry, I guess I got carried away playing the part. I figured if I was him I’d probably demand that he be killed. I was improvising, feel free to change it to whatever you like.”

“Sounds good. Say, just to make sure nothing happens, I’d have Aihara read the script during broadcast. It’s just as a precaution.”

“Of course.”

What a shame.

 ***

They’d sat down in front of the television once more, which seemed to be a more regular occurrence these days. Soichiro met her gaze.

“Sweetheart, do you have any idea when your parents are coming back?”

She shook her head, “They usually let me know the day before. Their schedules are too erratic these days to be able to plan home visits ahead.”

She knew he pitied her when she’d said ‘home visits’. Parents shouldn’t be visiting their home. They should visit work, and be home.

“But they let me know they’re getting all of the divorce papers finalized, and that because of their absence they think it would be best to keep the house until I move out.”

“Your parents are getting divorced?” Light asked, genuinely surprised, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shrugged. “They told me when we still weren’t on speaking terms because of our fight. Guess it slipped my mind.”

“Well, you’re always welcome to stay at our house, if you’re missing the comfort,” Soichiro reminded her, for which she was grateful. “I was wondering though - and please tell me if I’m stepping out of line here - haven’t you connected with anyone else yet in school?��

“…Connected, sir?”

“W-Well, you know what I mean-“

“…Oh, uh- No, not really.”

“Well, it’s not any of my business anyway, but while your father is gone, please do tell me if you need me to give a young man a stern look.”

She giggled quietly, her cheeks reddening. “Thank you, mister Yagami. But I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“That reminds me,” Light said, “I think I kind of promised someone you’d go out with them.”

“What?”

Ryuk held his breath.